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swallowedbymadness · 10 months ago

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「 ✦ so good at being bad ✦ 」

Pairing: dom!wooyoung x sub!fem!reader

Genre: ⛓️ smutty smut smuttttttt ⛓️

Summary: Wooyoung surprises you with a pretty little gift one night.

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: I HAVE RETURNED FROM THE DEPTHS OF COLLEGE HELL. Not really bc spring semester just started. BUT. I am here with some plotless smut for you. If you’ve read my writing before, you know I love a good romance. But honestly, this video has been rotting my brain for a solid month and it has inspired this little fic. 🫠 also I firmly believe we need more dom woo bc he gives off this vibe at times and it’s not praised enough. You cannot change my mind.

18+ content, so please, minors DNI. Enjoy! 🤍

Warnings: bdsm - restraints, collar (called a choker for the most part), pet names (fr - baby & darling), a tiny bit of throat grabbing, and jung wooyoung bc he himself is a whole warning. 😵‍💫

Proofread: Yes! But you already know…if you see a mistake, no you don’t. Proofread this at like 6am so no guarantees lol

‘How the hell did I end up here?’ You found yourself wondering as you listened intently to a story that you wouldn’t normally find interesting, but for some reason it was tonight. Probably because of who was telling it. Your eyes were lost in dark pools of chocolate as you listened to the man sitting directly across from you as he was animatedly telling you about his day. Your head was resting in your hand and your heart was slowly pounding uncomfortably in your chest as you watched the way he got so submerged in his tellings.

You were sitting prettily at the breakfast bar inside of the loft that belonged to who was supposed to be a one night stand ages ago. However, there were now candles burning, music playing lowly in the background and two almost empty wine glasses sitting in front of you under the simply lit lights that hung above the two of you.

‘Yeah…’ you thought. ‘This definitely turned into something…more.’ You tried recalling where exactly your heart took over your logic of the situation. Was it when he asked you how you liked your coffee the next morning after a quickie the night prior? Was it when he actually kept his word and called you the next day? Or maybe it was the date he asked to take you on so he could get to know you on a level more than physical. Either way, you couldn’t pinpoint the moment you started associating his eyes to milk chocolate or remembering that his hair smelled like pears. Or even when you had started adoring the mole under his eye. You had no idea, but it threw you into a mild sense of panic when you caught yourself staring at him for longer than you should, and the way his finger shocked you when he reached for your hand while walking you home after date number three.

It was a lot to take in.

You didn’t think you would ever in a million years be caught up with someone like Jung Wooyoung. He was classy and dripping with solid gold sex appeal. He carried himself so elegantly and was anything but innocent like the picture his eyes liked to paint. He was a lion, and he had sought you out as his prey one night at the rooftop bar you never attended prior to your friend’s birthday party in the spring. It was there that he showed up, and when he noticed you it was like he had a target painted on you because he would not look away. He ended up buying you a drink and how could you refuse such charm when he offered you a good time that evening?

The one lesson you learned that evening was that it was not going to be your last night moaning his name in ecstasy against his black silk sheets with the city’s skyline glowing in from his floor to ceiling windows. No…you quickly learned the one thing about Jung Wooyoung that had you baited like a fish on a hook the moment his feline eyes set in on you. The man was insatiable, and you would give him exactly what he craved — you.

He couldn’t get enough of you after that, this you convinced yourself of. And if you had any doubts prior to now, they were long gone by now. The memory of how he groaned as he licked you clean after making a mess of his face while his tongue was buried deep inside your walls. Especially when you recalled how you writhed underneath him when his fingers danced along your overstimulated clit before plunging deep inside you to make you feel so so full. It was a constant that replayed in your head like a rerun.

“Everything okay?” His teasing voice snapped you out of the memory and brought you back to the breakfast bar. You repositioned on top of your stool uncomfortably once you felt your panties damp and walls throbbing at the vivid memory.

“Oh, yeah. I’m good.” You took a sip of your drink, welcoming the bitter taste on your tongue as a temporary distraction to prevent your thoughts from wandering again.

“You sure? Thought I lost you for a minute there.” His coy smile lured a faint blush out and to dust along your cheeks.

“I’m right here.” You confirmed, swallowing as you took him all in when he nodded and stood up from his stool. You were too nervous earlier to really take a good look at him and really see him.

He looked absolutely sinful in his black skin-tight suit pants clinging to him like they were painted on. He had a gorgeous high neck black lace blouse tucked into them, leaving nothing to the imagination. The silver dangling from his ears shined in the moonlight coming in through his window with the dazzling light of the moon that was watching over you. You had to tell yourself not to stare at the birth mark on his bottom lip for too long.

An impossible task, really.

“I got you something.” He had walked over to a table just behind his couch and picked up a present wrapped to perfection. He set it down in front of you, his eyes soft but full of something dark as he watched you open the black box that was decorated with red ribbon ties around it. You could feel the desire he felt for you in the air; it was tense and your heart picked up its pace at the sight of what was in the box. “Do you like it?” He’d asked. “I thought you would look absolutely radiant in them.”

You couldn’t answer right away, your mouth going dry and the heat beginning to build in the pit of your stomach as butterflies swarmed manically in your chest.

“They’re beautiful. But what is all this for?” You definitely could not miss how the lace trimmed collar matched the blouse that adorned his chest.

“Oh I think you know.”

“Well, I know what their functionality is, but why did you-” before you could finish, Wooyoung slid the box away from you and in front of himself. With a twirl of his finger, he motioned you to turn around. You swiveled yourself around on top of the stool you sat upon, the confusion still showing across your features as you heard the faint clanking of the dainty chains in the box.

“Because,” you stared at the wall in front of you and felt the palm of his hand splay over your throat, his hand barely squeezing to get your heart pumping and the arousal in your abdomen start vibrating. Wooyoung took his other hand and placed the choker around your neck and fastened it from the back for you.

“You already look so beautiful underneath me,” he began, his hands making their way to the sleeves of your dress and pulling them down until it was halfway off. He stared down at your breasts, your nipples hardening as the heat between your legs intensified with the way his hands felt against your bare skin. That fueled the demon, it woke the beast inside, and he suddenly felt that insatiable hunger take over.

“But I just couldn’t help myself…” he yanked on the chain a bit to prompt you to turn yourself around again. “Black really is your color, darling.” His eyes locked in on the choker that was now adorning your neck and you saw his nostrils flare. “My god…You’re breathtaking.” He proclaimed under his breath, but you weren’t sure if it was said intentionally to you or if it was a break in his dominating presence.

His fingers trailed down your sternum and feather light caresses were given along the underside of your breasts. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours softly, allowing you two to get a good pace going before expertly slipping his tongue past your eager lips. The first taste of you in his tongue sent him into an animalistic frenzy, groaning into your mouth and the taste of the wine that lingered on your tongue was enough to get him drunk on you.

His hands reached your hips, pulling you flush against his chest and pressing your back into the counter as one hand began making art on your side with his nails — the scratches deep enough to cause the skin to puff and turn a slight angry shade of red, but not enough to inflict any pain.

‘Just enough to claim’ he thought, the obsessive observation not allowing him to think about anything else until he noticed your dress was still hiding you from him.

This wouldn’t do.

He pushed the remainder of the dress down until it hit the floor and you stepped out of it, flinging it out of sight with your foot. His mouth never left your body while his hand reached behind you to grab hold of the two black leather cuffs and bring them between the two of you. He broke his lips apart from yours and saw how blown out your eyes had become just from kissing him. He knew his devilish smirk wouldn’t be missed by you, no matter what state you were in mentally right now.

“Do you trust me?” His voice was barely a whisper as he looked down at the leather in his hands and then back up at you while holding the sultriest gaze. You nodded slowly, your breath beginning to pick up as you felt a spike of adrenaline kick in out of pure excitement. He grinned, taking one of your wrists delicately into his hand and securing one of the cuffs around it.

Once both were secured and your wrists were bound in front of you, he tugged gently at the chain on your choker and twirled you back around slowly, pressing your nearly naked form against the cold countertop. You felt him bend over you, pressing himself against you and completely caging you in with his arms. You heard him inhale sharply when his front pressed up against your ass, the stiffness in his trousers obvious now.

“Ready for this?” He purred into your ear, his lips ghosting your lobe teasingly while his warm breath against the shell of your ear sent a cold shiver shooting down your spine causing the pit of your stomach to feel like boiling hot magma. You clenched your legs together, hoping the dampness between them wasn’t obvious but by the way he chuckled, you knew that was no longer possible.

You felt his fingers dancing lightly across your electrified skin, dragging up and down your arms until they reached your sides. You could hear his light panting between soft pecks to your exposed shoulder blades, his tongue slowly gliding along the skin over the protruding bone, followed by a bite into the plush flesh of your shoulder. You felt the way his body was being pressed against yours more and more as his mouth worked to paint his blank canvas beautiful shades of blues and purples from every love bite he created on your back. You relished in how he felt almost needy and just as desperate to be touching you as much as humanly possible. The need to claim your body as his was evident and it sent you into a hazy spiral.

The irresistible heat that had made your heart race a million miles a minute returned when you felt his weight against you. His chest being flush with your back as he rubbed himself shamelessly against your ass left you breathless, the heated weight of him on top of you and the chill of the marble underneath was intoxicatingly delicious.

You felt as his bulge quickly became fully grown and started pulsating — awaiting to be touched and aching for your attention. You were too lost in your own pleasure to even notice that he had started slowly grinding against your ass, small whimpers falling from his swollen lips as he kept you pinned to the counter, allowing the friction from his trousers to rub him just right.

You dared not look back in fear of what you would see. He was lost in the way you made his body feel, and you knew exactly how primal his features would look if you did.

The weight of him on you soon lessened as he started running his hands down your sides and soon his hands gripped each ass cheek, squeezing them a few times before his fingers hooked into the lace at your hips. You quickly felt his hot breath against your hip bone and his teeth graze the sensitive skin. He began pulling your panties down, and you finally found the courage to look down and saw him dragging the dainty lace down with his fingers and his teeth. Once they were at the floor, you felt a rush of heat sweep over your abdomen as the warmth began to pool from within, preparing to burst at the right moment…when he decided it was time.

You heard him hum, pleased at the sight in front of him. He was now on his knees, and he tapped your leg to get your attention.

“Turn around for me, pretty baby.” He cooed. You immediately turned yourself around and were met with his hungry eyes from below. He looked at your damp pussy and licked his lips, spreading your legs just enough to fit between them a little.

You leaned back against the counter and met with the hard marble again, this time not as cold from it being warmed up by you.

“I’ve been waiting to eat you up all day.” He growled before pulling your lips apart slowly and gliding his tongue along your slit agonizingly slow. When you felt the warm plush muscle glide across your already slick folds, you felt the sharp jab of arousal slam into your core and it knocked the wind out of you.

“Oh, Woo…” you couldn’t find it in you to finish the sentence you had just lost from the fog that took over your thoughts as your only focus was the sensational pleasure his mouth was giving you. Like a kitten, he licked and licked and licked in small flicks of his tongue on every sensitive spot he made a point of memorizing.

When his dark chocolate eyes met yours again, he was melting at the way his name spilled uncontrollably, desperately and monumentally from your lips. How it was caressed by drawn out moans, and the way your back arched against the dark grey marble swirls underneath your glistening skin. He tugged at the chain attached to your collar and pulled you forward so your core was pressing against his smirking mouth as it devoured you like a starved man. His flouncy hair hung low over his eyes as he made a meal out of you, the constant slurping noises and groans of approval vibrating against your sensitive skin made you dizzy. He reached a hand up and pulled on the silver chain again when he noticed you had become silent. A small yelp escaped from your agape mouth at the small tug against your neck.

“Wanna hear you, baby.” He pleaded against your pulsating core, his voice unassuming of what he was truly capable of. Wooyoung demanded your attention in all forms — he exuded an overwhelming amount of confidence that screamed sex, which had your cunt dripping since day one.

“Wanna hear you scream my name.” He cooed with his mouth full of you, his hazy eyes looking up at you half lidded as he worked you in every single way he had learned how.

Oh…fuck,” you cursed under your breath once he had slid two fingers inside of your saturated walls. The way you swallowed his fingers with a vice grip. “Woo please.” You whined as his fingers were slowly inserted and dragged back out agonizingly slow and rubbing against your rigid walls so deliciously. He pulled them out completely before repeating and eventually began to plunge in and out of you at a rapid pace, the heat overwhelming and having you ready to burst like a volcanic eruption.

“Louder.” He instructed, his voice low and demanding. He did not look up at you as he pounded his fingers deep into you and pulled them right back out, letting your walls clench around nothing before sucking his digits right back in again.

“Woo…” you felt the tears begin to form on your lash line with the familiar pleasure peaking in your abdomen. He pulled them back out and put them back in this time but only to the first knuckle, not moving and waiting. The orgasm you begged your body to unleash on you refused to wash over you when his fingers were not inside.

“I said louder!” He commanded, his fingers rubbing around the rim of your hole teasingly before he shoved his tongue deep into your cunt and started fucking you relentlessly.

“Oh my god, WOOYOUNG!” Your legs shook as you kept your back arched as you felt the tide come crashing down on you, a series of moans forcing themselves from your slack mouth. You felt like a thousand lightning bolts jolted through your entire body as you succumbed to him and melted into his touch. You didn’t care who heard you beyond the four walls that kept you two hidden from the world. You only cared about the man with his face buried deep in your pussy as he licked every last drop of cum that leaked from your stretched hole. Your fingers curled into his hair as you pushed yourself against him to ride your orgasm out on his tongue.

When you came back down from your high that lasted an eternity, you felt him chuckle against you as he allowed you to tremble and shake around him. In the midst of your high you didn’t realize you squeezed your thighs around his face and held him in place and you reached your peak.

“What…what are you laughing at?” You asked, sounding just as spent as you felt. He stood up from in between your legs and that’s when you saw the mess you made of his face, a knowing smirk adorning it as his eyes locked with yours.

Nothing…I’m just surprised is all.” He shrugged as he walked behind the counter into the kitchen and started dampening a washcloth. You hopped up to sit on the counter and waited for him to come back around.

“Surprised at what?” You leaned back a bit and your eyebrow shot up slightly while you waited for him to reply.

“I didn’t realize I would be getting a pair of earmuffs in the middle of summer.”

“What do you-” you paused, the light visibly flicking on above your head when you understood. “Oh my god!” You felt your cheeks heat up instantly at the realization. “Are you referring to…”

“The death grip you had on my face with your thighs? Oh I absolutely am.” He smiled teasingly as he crouched back down in front of you and started running the warm washcloth along your now heated skin as he cleaned you up. He wiped away what he couldn’t get with his mouth and was so gentle.

“I am…so…so sorry.” You leaned back embarrassed, covering your face with your hands and hoping you would just evaporate on the spot.

“Why? You completely let go and…” he grabbed your wrists and undid your cuffs. He looked up at you through his lashes, and you noticed a light sheen of sweat sticking to his skin. “You liquidized right into my hands; you surrendered yourself completely to me in that moment and allowed your body to naturally react to the pleasure. If that’s not trust, then I don’t know what is.” He booped the tip of your nose with his finger and chuckled under his breath. “It’s what every dom dreams of witnessing when playing.”

“Wait- are you a dom?”

“You could say that.” He chuckled at your surprised expression, but something in you always knew he was fit for the role when his presence entered a room way before he ever did.

“Oh darling, you only got a taste of what I can do to you. For you.” He lightly caressed your cheek with the back of his hand, his feline eyes glowing with something you didn’t know but wanted to experience. His touch felt like the heat of a thousand suns against your skin as he leaned down and firmly pressed his lips to yours, his tongue swiping against your bottom lip and so you could get the faintest taste yourself on him.

You would never admit that you liked the taste of yourself on his tongue.

At least not out loud, anyway.

“But only if you want it. I know this isn’t for everyone, but I would never force you into something you aren’t comfortable with.” He stared into your eyes and held eye contact to make sure every word he just spoke registered.

“I’ve been looking for someone for a long time who matches my rhythm…someone like you.” He continued, his gaze never wavering. “Honestly, I can’t bear the thought of you with anyone but me. I’m not sure when this started, but now that it has it’s a thirst I can’t quench. It’s a hunger I can’t control. I’ve accepted this because all I know is that I need you.” He tucked a strand of loose hair behind your ear and his smile was soft and kind and romantic in a way you were used to seeing him now. It made your heart race even more.

“However, I will respect your wishes if you’d prefer to keep this casual.” You felt your eyes widen slightly at his confession. As he waited for an answer, he reached behind you with both hands to untie your choker. You felt the fabric loosen from around your neck and fall into his hands much like you had.

“Jung Wooyoung…are you asking me if I want us to be exclusive?” You couldn’t help the way the corners of your mouth curled up as your heart grew wings in that moment.

“I am, yes.” He confirmed as he put the delicate lace back in the box that sat on the countertop still.

“Well then…” you grab the cuffs that he had discarded back into the box and dangle them in between the two of you. “you better put these back on. I don’t think I’m done being ruined by you yet.”

“I haven’t even ruined you yet...” He stated, the mole on his lip coming into view when his dashing smile reappeared and his eyes darkened when looking at you. “And no…we were only taking a short break. I’m nowhere near done with you yet.” His voice was low and husky as it vibrated against his sternum, his inner lion pounding at his rib cage to be unleashed once again.

“Yes, sir.” You leaned back, eyes hooded and sultry, spreading your legs for him to see that you had already made a small mess on the counter just for him.

Because of him.

He stood up and pressed himself against you, grabbing your throat ever so lightly as he leaned in. You closed your eyes ready to feel his plush lips meet yours, only you were never met with the touch. Instead, his lips ghosted over yours so you could feel his barely-there panting as he held you in place. You could feel his aching member against your thigh as he stood against you.

“You’re so good at being bad...”

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winchesterwild78 · 2 months ago

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A New Sheriff in Town pt 2

Master List

Characters: Beau Arlen x Reader, Reader’s daughter Lily, other Big Sky characters

Warnings: More fluff, because Beau. 😀

A/N: This was an idea given to me by @cheekygirl2309. Just a short series featuring our favorite green eyes Sheriff. Reader is a single mom and Beau moves into town. Things start to develop and the reader's daughter finds it hard to pull herself away from Beau.

This does not follow the Big Sky timeline and is not in any way associated with the show. All work is my own, please don’t take it.

Minors DNI 18+

The next morning you were awake before your alarm, and by alarm you mean Lily. She was an early riser and was usually up by 6am. This morning however, she was sound asleep. You stretched and reached for your phone, surprised to see a text from Beau.

Beau: Good morning. I hope you slept well. If you need any help with Lily today, let me know.

You: Good morning, Sheriff. Yes, I slept well, thank you. Lily is still sleeping, so I have a few minutes of peace. Might be able to drink my coffee hot this morning. 😀

Beau: Ha! I remember those times. Em would wake up right about the time I’d pour myself a cup and it would be ice cold before I could get back to it. Do you work today?

You: Yes, later this morning. I have to enroll Lily in preschool this morning. I can’t believe she’s starting in September.

Beau: Would you like some company? Filling out paperwork is always easier when someone is distracting the little one.

You bit your lip at the thought of seeing Beau again. Should you take him up on his offer or just have Sarah come help? You sent Sarah a text asking her advice.

You: Hey, so Beau offered to go with me to keep Lily company while I enroll her in school. What should I do?

Sarah: Girl, say yes! That man is a god on two bowed legs. Lily already likes him, you better snag him before someone else does. 😉 😗

You: Girl, stop! He’s just being friendly.

Sarah: Okay. Whatever you say. Have fun with him and Lily today. If you kiss him let me know how it was. I bet he’s a great kisser with those soft lips. 😂

You: Sarah! Stop it. I’m not kissing anyone. You know what, you’re terrible.

Sarah: But you love me.

You: Yes I do. Talk to you later.

You (to Beau): Hey, yeah some company would be great. Can you come by the house in about an hour?

Beau: Yep, I’ll be there darlin’.

Your heart fluttered and you smiled. You grabbed your change of clothes and jumped in the shower. When you got out you checked on Lily who was still sound asleep.

You watched your baby girl sleeping for a little bit before going into the kitchen to make a coffee and start cooking breakfast.

About 45 minutes later there was a knock at your door. You looked through the window and saw Beau standing there. He was in his blue jeans, button down shirt and jean jacket, of course he was wearing his cowboy hat. You bit your lip before you opened the door.

Opening the door your eyes locked in on the most beautiful green eyes you’d ever seen. Your breath hitched, “Good morning, Beau.” “Good morning, Y/N. You look beautiful today.” A blush filled your cheeks, “Thank you. Please come in. Lily is still sleeping, but I made breakfast. I hope you’re hungry.”

You showed Beau to the kitchen. “I have coffee, bacon, eggs, home fries, biscuits, and orange juice. Help yourself while I go wake the beast.” You laughed. “Wow, this is incredible, I hope you didn’t go to all this trouble for me.” Beau said as he grabbed a plate. “Oh no, I love cooking and I always make sure I cook Lily’s favorite breakfast when I’m home.”

Beau smirked, “Lily has good taste.” You laughed, “Yeah, my girl can eat. I’ll be back.”

You walked out of the kitchen towards Lily’s room. Beau sat at the counter and watched you walk away. He bit his lip and smiled.

Walking into Lily’s room, you sat softly on her bed. “Good morning baby girl. It’s time to get up.” She grumbled, “No. I sleep.” You chuckled, “No, you need to get up. Mommy made you breakfast so we can go see your new school today.” “No, I sleep Mommy.” You laughed, “Okay, well I guess Sheriff Beau and I will eat all the breakfast.”

Lily’s eyes opened quickly and she sat up, “Daddy!!” She squealed. “No, Lily, we talked about that. He’s not daddy. He’s Beau.” She crossed her arms as she stood up, stomping her little foot, “Daddy!” You sighed as she ran out of the room.

You quickly followed her. When she saw Beau she leaped in his lap and threw her arms around his neck, “Daddy!” You looked at Beau, “I’m so sorry. I keep telling her you’re not her daddy.” He smiled softly, “It’s okay, really.” “Okay Lily, you can sit beside me if you promise to eat all your breakfast and get dressed for your mommy.” Lily’s bright blue eyes sparkled as she nodded enthusiastically at Beau.

Beau put her in her booster seat and slid her up to the table beside him. You gave her the plate you fixed for her and she happily ate, swinging her legs and giggling. “Daddy go to school with me?” Every time she called Beau ‘daddy’ your heart ached.

“Lily honey, he’s Beau, not daddy, but yes, he’s going to go with us to your school.” “Yay!” The toddler squealed with excitement. As the three of you were eating your phone rang and you saw it was April. “Hey, April. What’s up?” “Hey, Y/N, we have to keep the diner closed today unexpectedly. The stove went out and we can’t get a replacement until at least tomorrow.” “Oh dang, okay. Thanks for letting me know.”

When you hung up you looked at Beau, “Looks like the diner is closed today due to an issue with the stove. Lily, mommy gets to spend the day with you. What do you say we go to the park after we go to school?”

Lily clapped and squealed. “Guess she’s excited,” you laughed. Once she was done you got her down, cleaned her up and took her to get her dressed. The two of you were singing while you got her dressed and talking about going to play at the park.

Beau was in the kitchen and his heart swelled hearing her and you talking and singing together. He cleaned up the kitchen for you and loaded the dishwasher. By the time the two of you came back, the kitchen was clean.

“Beau, you didn’t have to do that. You’re my guest, but thank you. It was very sweet of you.” “Yes ma’am I did, my mama taught me to help clean up.” You smiled and gave him a hug. You pulled away quickly, “I’m sorry I don’t know what came over me.” Beau smiled, “It’s fine. I liked it.”

Lily giggled, “Daddy, up please.” She put her arms up asking Beau to pick her up. “Lily, honey, he’s Beau. Can you say Beau?” “Daddy Beau.” You looked at Beau with an apologetic look, and he chuckled. “Close enough.”

You grabbed your bag and Lily’s paperwork and the three of you walked to your car. Beau put Lily in her carseat and you climbed in the driver’s seat. When Beau climbed in you looked over at him, “I really do appreciate you going with me. I know Sarah would have gone if I asked her to.” “Yeah, but then I wouldn’t have gotten that amazing breakfast or get to spend more time with Lily. I mean she is quite smitten with me.” He smiled at you. “Yeah, I guess she is.”

About 15 minutes later you were pulling up at the school. Beau jumped out and helped Lily out of her carseat. He picked her up and carried her. The three of you walked into the school and were greeted by the secretary, Carla. “Well hey there, Y/N and Lily. Oh, who’s this?” She looked at Beau. Before either of you could say anything Lily said, “Daddy Beau.” You and Beau laughed. Carla looked at you confused. You looked at Carla and said, “This is Sheriff Beau Arlen, he’s the new Sheriff. Lily is a little confused, and she’s calling him Daddy Beau.” Carla smiled and nodded understanding.

“I have all her paperwork filled out. I only have one emergency contact for her, is that okay?” Carla looked at you, “Well, we like to have at least two besides the parents, but we can make do.” Your heart panged when she said ‘parents’. Beau walked up to the counter, “Can I be added as an emergency contact, well if that’s okay with you that is.” You blinked trying to process what he was asking. “Oh, um, are you sure?” “Yes, I’m sure. If there is an emergency I can be here fast. I am the Sheriff afterall, I can speed.” He winked at you.

“Well, yeah, that’s fine. We can add him as another contact.” Carla smiled and took Beau’s information down. You looked over at him and smiled, “Thank you, Beau.” You touched his arm and he placed his hand on yours. “You’re welcome, Y/N. Anything for Lily.”

Beau kept Lily occupied while you finished enrolling her. He played peek-a-boo with her, read her stories, and just had her giggling the whole time. You would occasionally look over and you saw a light in your daughter’s eyes you hadn’t seen in a very long time.

Beau’s smile lit up his whole face too. His eyes sparkled a beautiful green as he and your daughter played and laughed. Carla was watching and saw you looking at Beau and smiled, “Y/N, honey.” “Oh, yeah, sorry.” You offered her an apologetic smile. “He’s good with her. It’s good to see her laugh.” “Yeah it is, and he is.”

You finished the paperwork and it was time to go. “Okay Lily, time to go. Tell Ms Carla, bye.” Beau picked Lily up so she could see Carla, “Bye Ms Carwa.” She waved her little hand while the other clung to Beau’s neck.

Once back in the car you told Beau thank you again. “I’ll take you back to my house so you can get your truck and head to work.” Lily did not like that, “No! Daddy, go to the park.” “No, honey, Beau has to go to work. He can’t go to the park today.” She started to cry and your heart broke. Beau took your hand in his, “Let’s take her to the park, together.” You looked over at him, “What? What about work?” “I’ll call Hoyt and tell her I have to go to the park.” He chuckled. “Is that okay with you, Lily, if I go to the park with you and mommy?” “Yes! Daddy go.”

You shook your head and Beau chuckled. “I can’t win with either of you, can I?” He looked at you and laughed, “Nope, sorry. Two against one.” Pulling up to the park, you noticed it was pretty empty. You grabbed your bag and Beau grabbed Lily and put her down to walk. She grabbed his hand and the two of them walked to the park hand in hand.

You settled on a bench near the little kids area of the park and watched Lily and Beau play. Your heart swelled with love and a little sadness too. You were missing Aaron and you felt like Lily was cheated out of the amazing father he was. A few minutes of watching you decide to get up and join them.

Lily was running around and giggling, hiding and jumping around. You and Beau were laughing watching her. As you took a step down off of the equipment, your foot slipped and you almost fell. Beau caught you. Your breath hitched as his strong arms wrapped around you and you looked in his eyes. He held you for what felt like forever. He leaned in and you leaned forward. Your lips mere inches from each other, your breath mingling with his. “Mommy! I'm hungry.” The sound of your toddler pulling you back to reality.

Beau helped you up and you cleared your throat. “Okay baby, let’s get you a snack. Mommy brought your snack and water.”

The three of you sat at the picnic table as you pulled out the sliced apples, and grapes, and the waters you packed. Lily sat on the table eating her snack. You and Beau kept stealing looks at each other. You reached for an apple slice as Beau did and your hands touched. You both pulled away. “I think we should talk, Beau.” “Yeah, I think so too.” “I haven’t dated anyone since I dated Aaron, and I don’t know if I’m ready yet. I love how you are with Lily. I don’t want to rush into anything that could possibly hurt her if it didn’t work out. She’s my priority in everything I do. I think we should take whatever this is between us slowly.”

Beau nodded and took your hand, “I agree. I adore Lily and don’t want to hurt her or you. I will go as slow or as fast as you want.” “Thank you, Beau.” You leaned forward and kissed his cheek.

*Time Jump 3 Months*

“Lily Ann Y/L/N, get in here and get these shoes on. Beau and Emily will be here any minute.” She stomped her foot and crossed her arms, “No!” You took a deep breath. She’d been extra cranky today. “Lily, honey, please. Beau and Emily are coming to go shopping with us.” Lily stood her ground, you took a deep breath. “Okay, you don’t have to go shopping with Emily, Beau and I. I’ll call Sarah and see if she can watch you. I know Emily was really looking forward to going to the ice cream shop with you after dinner.”

Lily’s eyes got wide, but she still wouldn’t move. You put your shoes on and heard Beau’s truck. Beau and Emily walked in and saw Lily. You looked at Beau and he chuckled, “Need some help?” “Yes, please.” You gently touched his arm.

“Hey, Lily bug, are you going to get your shoes on so we can leave?” She kept her arms crossed and wouldn’t budge. She’d gotten like this before, but never with Beau. “Lily, what’s wrong? Why don’t you want to go with us today?” Beau asked in a sweet, gentle voice. Lily looked at Beau and hung her head, “I’m sad, Daddy Beau.” “Why are you sad sweetheart?” “I want you to stay, and Emily.” Beau wrapped her in a hug. Your heart panged with love and sadness. She’d gotten so attached to Beau and Emily. “Well, maybe I can ask mommy if Emily and I can have a sleepover tonight.” Her eyes lit up.

She ran to you, “Mommy, can Daddy Beau and Emily have a sleepover?” “Well, if you get your shoes on, we will talk about it.” She grabbed her shoes and Emily helped her put them on. Beau walked over to you and hugged you. “So, Sheriff, you want to have a sleepover?” “Well, yes ma’am. Of course, for Lily.” “Oh of course.” You smiled.

Emily took Lily outside and before you and Beau walked outside, you grabbed your stuff and he pulled you into a passionate kiss. The two of you had started dating, but kept it from Lily. You didn’t want to confuse her, so you would steal a kiss when she wasn’t around. Emily knew, but she kept it to herself.

Later that night, you and Beau sat on the porch swing as Emily and Lily played in the yard. He took your hand in his and rubbed circles on the top. “You know, darlin’ I could get used to this. Spending all day with my girls, and then swinging on the porch swing with you while the kids ran around.” You looked at him and smiled, “Me too, Beau.”

Without thinking, you leaned over and placed a soft kiss on his lips. Lily saw you and came running up. “Mommy kissed Daddy Beau.” Her eyes wide. You bit your lip, “Yes, baby girl I did. When you like someone like I like Beau, you give them a kiss.” She wiggled between you two and climbed on Beau’s lap, “You and mommy get married.” You and Beau looked at each other and chuckled, because she wasn’t asking, she stated it.

You stood up, “Okay, I think it’s movie time, come on everyone.” Beau carried Lily inside and you and Emily started to put pillows and blankets on the floor. Lily and Emily picked a movie, while you and Beau walked in the kitchen to make the popcorn and grab drinks. “I think she’s okay with us kissing, what do you think, sweetheart?” Beau asked as he wrapped his arms around you. You smiled, “Yeah, I think so too. Sorry she mentioned us getting married. I have no idea where that came from.” Beau turned you around to face him, “Hey, I didn’t mind it. I wouldn’t mind it either. This is easy, we’re easy.” You smiled and your breath hitched.

The two of you kissed and the sound of the microwave beeping pulled you two back to reality. You were falling in love with Beau, but were still scared to say it. The last man you loved, died and left you heartbroken.

“Mama, Emily and I picked a movie.” Lily came running into the kitchen yelling. “Okay, sweet girl, let’s go watch it.” Beau grabbed the drinks, and you grabbed the popcorn.

As you started the movie, Lily climbed into Beau’s lap and snuggled. You looked over and smiled. Lily was in his lap and Emily was leaning against his other side. He definitely made an amazing girl dad.

About an hour into the movie, Lily had fallen asleep in Beau’s lap. You smiled at him as he looked down at the sleeping little girl. You stood up to carry her to bed. Beau helped you. Before you left her room, you stopped at the door and watched her sleep for a few minutes. Beau wrapped his arms around you and kissed your head, “She’s absolutely perfect, like you mother.” “She’s growing too fast. I can’t believe she’s in preschool already. Thank you for being so good with her.” “Of course, I love the little firecracker, and her mama too.” Your head spun towards him, “What?”

Beau pulled you into the hallway, “I love you, Y/N. I know it’s fast, but I’ve fallen in love with you and that little girl in there.” You threw your arms around him, “Oh, Beau. I love you too.” Tears streamed down your face as you finally revealed your feelings for him. He wiped your tears away and placed a searing kiss on your lips.

A few hours later, Emily was in bed in the guestroom, and you and Beau were sitting on the couch making out like a couple of teenagers. You were trying to stifle your giggles, because you didn’t want to wake up the girls. Beau loved hearing your laugh and you loved him making you laugh.

As things started to heat up between you and Beau, you heard Lily cry. You went to her room, she had a nightmare. “No mama, I want daddy Beau. Not you.” You looked at Beau and he chuckled. Beau walked over to her bed and gave her a big hug. He calmed her down, and rubbed her back, singing to her until she fell back to sleep. You stood leaning against the doorframe, watching him as he sang to her and calmed her fears. Your heart swelled.

As he left her room and the two of you returned to the living room, you pulled him into a deep kiss. “I love you so much, Beau Arlen. You’re so incredible with her.” “I love you too, Y/N Y/L/N.” “Beau, are you ready?” You looked at him with love and lust in your eyes. “I’m ready if you’re ready. I’m not trying to rush you or make you feel like we have to do anything.” You smiled, turned off the tv and straddled his lap. Leaning close to his ear, “I’m ready, Beau.” Beau smirked and lifted you up, carrying you to your bedroom. You giggling the whole way there.

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mikalame · 1 year ago

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Sooo I saw u wanted requests but if anything feel free to ignore what about husband Tom x wife reader who always wakes him up with kisses an let’s say one day she sleeps in Tom does it back to her

Morning honey

This is kinda the era with this oneshit but you can use what ever one you like

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"Morning honey" you whisper sweetly as you kiss toms cheeks and lips softly to wake him up. You had been doing this since the start of your realtionship as you were always quite the early bird while tom liked to sleep in.

"mmh, morning babe" he groans streching his arms and back before flopping back into the bed resting him head on his arm "how did you sleep love?" he questions eyebrow cocked.

"Wonderfuly, tho someone needs to stop kicking me" you say in an accusatory tone, tom giggles "i don't know what your on about, i neverrr kick" he says with a guilty look.

"Yeah right, mister, come on chop chop we have stuff to do today, we have to meet with the band, bill wants to go to some amesment park, then while were there we are doing and interveiw of sorts but yeah, full day" You say while walking around getting all of your things sorted for the day.

Ugh, i just woke up give me a second hon pleasee" he whines, dragging him feet across the carpet, slowly getting ready. "Well whos fault is that for sleeping in till 8 hmm" you question "no, you just wake up at like the ass crack of dawn, mabey tomorrow you sleep in and i can do all them ushy gushy stuff you do to me, to you huh how bout it" tom asks eyebrows raised.

"Tommie i would probly have to remind you to do it, its fine i dont need you too i like doing all that 'ushy gushy stuff' to you" you say quoteing him, while fixing his hair so it wasnt in his face making sure the dreads sticking out werent to bad.

"Okay, tom you ready, lets go" you say doing the last bit of your shoes before heading out, Tom in toe behind you.

Time skip

"Ugh, my feet are killing me" you moan rubbing the back of your heels where they had been rubbing agaist you for the whole day. "Mhh, i agree why coudn't we just sit down on a bench or something" Tom asks sittig down leaning his lead on the back of the couch.

"Im gonna shower then gonna go to bed" you say groaning as you stand you "mmh have fun babe, dont fall over" tom giggles.

After waiting for a bit he hears the shower turn on and decides to get ready for bed as well not bothering to shower as he didnt want to move his arms to do his dreads up.

After putting on his sleep clothes he walks to the kitchen to make himslef some food hearing the shower turn off and hearing some noises he assumes ___ has gone to bed.

Finsihing off him food he walks back to the bedroom and sees ___ passed out on the bed, he smiles giggling at the fact she was so tired there he decided to wake up early and make sure she was super comfy for tomorrow.

Time skip

Tom groans as his head falls to the side quickly turning off ___ alarm to wake herself up he checks to see if she woke up but she hadn't. Tom sighs, his entire plan would be ruined if she had awoken.

Tom starts by cleaning the kitchen and doing all the laundry, folding and putting on the next load, before moving to make her a breakfast in bed with eggs on toast, bacon, and panckes for if she wanted more after, with a side of coffee.

As the clock hit 8 it was show time Tom carefully walked to the bedroom careful not to make much noise.

As he places the breakfast on her nightstand he kisses he cheeks softly remembering how much he liked it, next he did some sweet word whipering i love you's and talking about how pretty ___ is and all that lovey stuff.

___ eyes begin to flutter as she wakes up to soft kisses and someone talking about how beautiful she was, when she opened her eyes she was met with the face of none other than her husband smiling down at her softly.

"Tom, your up so early" she groans still thinking its 6am "no hun it 8 i let you sleep in anddd,... i made you breakfast" he says gestering towards the food next to her the heat wafting off of it, her stomach rumbles loudy just smelling the food.

"Oh Tom your so sweet" she says kissing his cheek before tucking into the food he prepared.

"No problem at all my love" Tom says a smile adorned on his face looking at his one true love.

Hope you like anon i got hungry when writing the food lol

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chaithetics · 5 months ago

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A Purrfect Addition

Pairing: Matt Murdock x autistic plus size f reader Prompt: Autistic joy and fluff with Matt Murdock (several prompts given in DMs) Word count: 2.8K gif by @cellophaine Warnings/themes: Fluff, no physical descriptions of reader other than being plus size, established relationship, cats, autistic joy, not proof read A/N: This is another Fics for Palestine piece! Please keep doing what you can everyone! Thank you to @gpenguin666 for donating to UNRWA and PCRF! I appreciate you sharing everything you did and giving such a lovely and personal prompt, I hope you enjoy this! I hope everyone else enjoys this, I'd love feedback and comments and reblogs are appreciated 🫶

I am so sorry for how long this took, this is the hardest fic I've ever written I swear, after getting the prompts I caught covid, had a lupus flare and then my laptop broke and I wrote half of this on my phone (which I never do) I stayed up to finish this and now it's 6am. What a cursed time but we got there!

You’d woken up early this morning, already starting your day with your current favourite breakfast. It was one that you’d been fixated on for the last few weeks, it was a safe meal but also a joyful one. Each bite leads to you scrunching up your face in joy, doing a little happy dance and humming while in your seat.

You were comfortably sitting at the desk in the loft apartment that you now shared with the love of your life, your sweet, sweet, sweet Matt. Your laptop was in front of you, you hadn’t spent the morning doom scrolling, as you would proudly tell yourself and anyone who asked, but instead spent it looking at pictures of the cutest cats on the websites of the closest local rescues.

Cats had always been a special interest of yours, you adored them. You loved watching videos of cats online, reading different facts about them that would then find their way into every conversation that called for a mention or when you were given the opportunity to passionately infodump. Matt would proudly smile whenever your ability to retain such specific information showed up and also whenever you were able to give him a new fact about cats and other fixations and special interests, that he’d never heard of before or even considered googling. His charming smile would also come out and you could see his eyes crinkle whenever you repeated one that he knew was your favourite as well.

It now felt like the right time to have a new ‘housemate’, a feline addition to the Hells Kitchen apartment. You hadn’t had a cat in a few years you loved them and it was a much more practical pet to have considering your home environment and the lifestyle of Matt’s heroic double life.

Matt had woken up and dressed for the day now, he walked out of the bedroom and followed the noises he could hear. Your heartbeat was beating excitedly as you looked at the profile of an adorable ginger cat. Matt smiled as he heard your heartbeat, placing it as a sign that you were happy and his heightened hearing could also pick up the sounds of a fidget toy twirling in your hand.

“Morning sweetheart.” Matt spoke with traces of sleep still in his voice, you swirled around to face him in your chair smiling.

“Morning Matty.” Your cheeks heated up as you couldn’t help but melt at the sweet term of endearment, even though you’d already heard it a million times. It just always sounded so good coming from him, the way his voice said it just turned your heart to mush and flustered you each time.

Matt’s lips quirked up into a smile, he could tell from your heartbeat and tone that you were feeling flustered and happy by his greeting, just as you always were. He came closer, ducking his head down to kiss your forehead while you sat in front of him and his hand caressed your soft arm as he did.

“How do I look?” Matt asked as he waited for your verdict.

That simple question had become part of your routines at the start of each day. He appreciated your honesty and Matt knew that if he hypothetically, ever had something on his face that he was yet to pick up on, you’d quickly tell him so that it could be wiped away and you wouldn’t make a big deal out of it. You had never been one to sugarcoat and that was never something you needed to feel insecure about when with Matt, he understood you. You didn’t need to worry about overexplaining yourself to try and avoid being called rude or be anxious over extra social cues about how your words were being interpreted and if you were nice enough, or ever be scolded or a butt of a joke over how your brain worked and what you said. This small question had now become part of your daily routines.

Matt stood in front of you, dressed for the day, wearing his white button-up shirt that was buttoned all the way up but untucked from his tidy slacks. It caught your eye as it was normally something he’d tuck in, he’d forgotten to do so today which was unusual. Normally he’d be reminded to tuck it in if he forgot because of how the layering of different fabrics felt against his skin.

Tilting your head, you slowly looked Matt up and down, scanning his fit physique and his outfit. Taking in every inch and detail of his appearance before giving your opinion. His short hair was brushed to the side, looking just as soft as always, Matt always looked handsome you felt lucky to wake up next to him every day. A feeling he shared and that he made sure you were aware of every day.

“Mm, yeah it’s nice but I think it would look nicer if you tucked your shirt in, tidier. But other than that, it looks great.” You reply after taking your time to look at his outfit and give your opinion.

“Right, gotcha.” Matt says with a nod and he starts to tuck his button up into his trousers. “Can’t believe I forgot that.” He finishes and runs his hand along the waist of his trousers to make sure it’s properly tucked in and he doesn’t have a duck tail.

“How’s that now?” Matt asks putting his hands out for your feedback again.

You immediately nod as your eyes look him up and down again. You nod after a moment and your cheeks heat up with how handsome and perfect he looks like this.

“Yep, that's perfect. You look very handsome Matty.” You answer as you keep looking at his outfit, you're sure he's oblivious to how good he looks.

“Thanks sweetheart.” Matt says and he leans over to press an appreciative kiss to your cheek.

His lips feel warm against your cheek and it tickles. The kiss, term of endearment and how good he looks fills you up with joy that's bubbling up in your body at the verge of bursting out.

Matt smiles and blushes as he hears your heart excitedly race and you stim. You start to bounce in your seat, your fingers twirling and then you flap your hands back and forth. You gasp and squeal as you flap your hands, the physical feeling of joy trickling out and feeling good as you stim.

“Do I look particularly handsome today, sweetheart?” Matt asks as he smiles and his eyes crinkle slightly which just makes your heart beat more loudly and you squeal.

“You're always handsome.” You say matter of factly.

“And you'd testify that in Court?” He asks playfully.

“But why would that come up in court? Well yes because it's the truth… But I don't see how that would come up.” You answer looking at Matt, feeling a bit confused at what context could make that relevant in the very flawed criminal justice system.

“Sorry darling, it was a silly joke just to get you to say you think I'm pretty again.” His face changes into a soft smile as he explains himself and a blush tints his pale cheeks.

“You can just ask me to call you pretty.” You reply as you start to feel the soft material of your pants.

“Mm sweetheart? Can you call me pretty, please?” He asks with a charming smile and a sweet tone and she nod.

“You're very pretty Matty darling. The prettiest man I've ever met and you're pretty every day.” You reply and he blushes more.

“Thank you.” He smiles and kisses you softly on the lips.

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Over the rest of the week, whenever you had your laptop out or your phone was in your hand you found yourself continuing to look at the local rescues adoption pages. It was becoming a new routine, especially on days where procrastination was more than welcoming.

Matt had started to notice at home, he heard your gasps, how your feet would excitedly tap against the floor, how your heart would race as you looked at whatever it was on your laptop. It didn't take long for him to be fully curious.

Matt tilted his head towards you, running his fingers over your full cheek with a sweet smile painted on.

“What have you been looking at lately?” He whispered softly.

“What?” You asked, not sure what he was referring to.

“When you're on your devices, I can hear your heart beating like a little hummingbird and you start to happy stim.” Matt elaborates.

You nod, looking ahead, it makes sense that Matt would've noticed. He's a walking lie detector but also a walking happy detector too when it comes to you.

“It's this cat.”

“Oh?”

“That rescue a few blocks over, I've been looking at their website. They have this really cute cat and he just looks so cuddly and silly and funny.”

“For adoption?” Matt asks as he hears the excitement enter your voice.

“Yeah!” You unlock your phone and search the cat rescue to get to Gary's page. “His name is Gary but I think he’s definitely a Purrdock.” You say with a smile, looking at Matt and then the cute cat on the screen.

“Purrdock, that’s original.” Matt chuckles as he adjusts slightly to cuddle into you.

“I thought it was clever.” You reply feeling proud of yourself for coming up with Purrdock as a name. “Maybe he can be named after you, Catt Purdock Jr?” You continue and can’t help it but immediately start laughing.

Matt finds the joke more than amusing as well and laughs, shaking his head slightly as he chuckles with a wide grin. He's impressed with your humour too.

“Read the profile, please?” Matt asks, he's curious to know what's caught your interest with this cat in particular. You happily oblige and start to read Gary's profile to Matt as he happily and patiently listens to your voice, it's his favorite sound in the world.

“What kind of cat is he?” Matt follows up with.

“He's a ginger Persian cat with the silliest face and they're really soft and fluffy Matty.” You reply as joy fills you while looking at the face of the two year old cat on your screen.

“You want him?” Matt asks softly.

You immediately nod and start to rattle off the practical reasons of why a cat would work in this apartment, how it would work well with your lifestyles, how adopting is better than shopping, that they're so cute and you told Matt a few cat facts as well.

Matt smiled and listened to you speak, he had no intention of saying no, how could he? You were right, it would make you happy and he loved you, he only wanted to make you happy. As soon as you'd finished your pitch, Matt smiled and agreed. He was more than happy to try starting the adoption process for Gary/Purrdock Jr with you.

When Matt had agreed you couldn't help but excitedly stim, flapping your hands, squealing and blinking quickly.

After a few minutes you kissed Matt softly on the lips, which he happily returned. Matt’s sturdy arms wrapped around you, you can’t help but tilt your head and smile as you bite on his bicep. Matt lets out a small chuckle as you do it, a sensation he’s come used to during your relationship. He sees it for the affectionate sign it is and he enjoys it.

How lucky he is to share his life with you.

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“Purrdock junior wants a cuddle.” You inform Matt and he chuckles as the ginger cat walks up Matt’s body, draping himself across Matt’s chest and shoulder. Purrdock quickly makes himself comfortable. Just as any human or cat would in Matt’s presence.

Matt smiles and lets out a small chuckle as the cat’s tail and small paws tickle him. You smile widely, your hand petting the cat for a moment.

It had been a couple of months now since you'd officially adopted Gary “Purrdock Jr”. His nickname was often used and had been a hit at Matt's office, Foggy had almost fallen over laughing when he heard it. Your furry friend was more settled in now and was perfectly cuddly, thoroughly spoiled with toys, and every friend of yours had also been thoroughly spoiled with the cutest cat pics. He was 90% of your camera roll now. His favourite sleeping position was on Matt, which you understood, his body was very comfy.

“They’re called Persian cats so you’d think they’re from Iran, most people do, but they don't actually much about their history. With how science has developed they’ve been able to do more analysis of their DNA, and their genetic makeup is actually similar to cats from Western Europe.” You start to speak as the three of you are curled up on the couch for a cozy Saturday afternoon.

“There was this Italian nobleman though, Pietro della Valle, he was a composer and traveled in Asia, the Middle East and North Africa during the Renaissance, old Renaissance not Beyonce Renaissance. But he traveled to Persia with his wife and there's the theory that he brought them back home to Western Europe after seeing their adorable, silly faces.”

Matt listens intently, taking in each word and fact that leaves your lips, wearing a peaceful and content smile on his. He nods along, his hand caressing your soft body as he pays attention, enjoying the way your full, beautiful body feels against his, the passion he can just feel vibrating off of you as you speak and how mesmerizing your voice is as you quickly share this information.

“But there are some people who believe that they came to Europe because of the sailors, or the merchants or just other rich travelers,” you continue. “And with the sailors, it makes sense because it was considered good luck to have cute little kittens on board. Especially if it was a black cat, which is interesting because they were generally considered a bad omen and satanic since the medieval times, because of old Catholicism.” Matt listened, a small devilish smirk gracing his face at the subtle jab to Catholicism and the fact that he was already aware of the origins of the black cat paranoia. Not because he himself was a Catholic but instead because it was a unique nugget of information he'd learnt from you during a previous cat-themed infodump.

“The Italians are superstitious about black cats but a sneezing black cat is the ultimate sign of good luck. But that's better than Greeks tricking and killing daughters for good sailing winds.”

“Wait what?” He blinked, feeling startled and concerned by whatever that was referencing.

“Agamemnon's daughter for good winds to sail for the Trojan War. Catholics and any version of the Bible aren't the only pieces with murderous family soap opera.” Matt chuckles at that and nods. He remembers you telling him about your Greek mythology special interest from when you were a kid.

“And then, they arrived here in America in the early 1900s, they were one of the first breeds that were registered with the Cat Fanciers Association when they formed in 1906. So they might never know the full picture of their origins, and stay a fluffy mystery but now we have this silly little guy.” You say looking at the cat and petting him.

Matt listens to your infodump about Persian cats and the related facts with a large smile on his face. He listens intently while slowly petting Gary, or Purrdock as he knows you'll expect him to call the cat. He loves the sound of your voice and he’d happily listen to you talk for the rest of his life. It's what he plans to do any way, after all.

He moves slowly and only slightly so he doesn't disturb the ginger shnookums resting comfortably on him. Having a partner that's Daredevil comes with useful agility skills. Matt kisses your cheek softly and it makes you smile.

You bite Matt's bicep with a big smile on your face and he chuckles, his hand caressing your back as you affectionately continue. It feels good and it's a silent way of saying I love you.

Warm bubbles of joy wrap you up as you're so close to your special person and you get to bask in all of this. You feel loved, seen, and happy, just as you deserve to be, in this moment and with the life you have with Matt and your new furry best friend. It's a warm feeling, like how sun bathes you in a peaceful Sunday afternoon, which is exactly what it is.

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romanoffsbish · 2 years ago

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Liho to the Rescue

Natasha Romanoff x “Dr. DooLittle” Fem!R

Warnings: R was a Hydra captive.

A cute lil blurb I wrote in a moment of TikTok filter inspiration during my break.

The Avengers were honestly perplexed by you, they’d yet to get much of anything out of you on as to why you were in a Hydra cell, but the longer they observed you in one of their own they were slowly realizing you weren’t a threat.

Everyday without fail you’d wake up smiling, you’d write thoughtfully in the journal Wanda gave to you after you politely asked for it during what was meant to be an interrogation, then you’d partake in a detailed yoga routine before indulging in the served up breakfast.

One of them would bring you the food, usually Wanda as she wanted to see if you enjoyed it. But on the occasion you’d be met with the ever so stoic Black Widow, you’d heard about her in the time you spent held captive by Hydra, but upon meeting her you found yourself relaxed.

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Nothing about her really scared you, every time she tried to intimidate you in the interrogation process all you’d ever do is softly smile at her. It left her infuriated, but in the same turn rather curious, usually the soft ones like you were the easiest to break, so she believed you might’ve had something dark to hide. Just to change her tune every time she was in charge of observing you through the monitors, you were just so docile, and incredibly kind when anyone would stop by your cell for any reason.

There was just something innately soft about Natasha that left you feeling safe in her presence, like no matter how hard she tried to scare you, you knew she wasn’t going to harm you. Behind all of the steel walls she put up you could tell she loved curling up beside the fireplace with a book the same way you once did before your life was stolen from you.

Today was a bit different than normal though, you woke with a start at 6am when alarms began to sound all throughout the compound. Your normal smile was wiped away as fear held you in its grasp, the idea that Hydra had shown up to take you back left you petrified. Now, if you knew the truth you’d probably laugh, but in the moment all you can do is sob into your knees and hope your fears were unfounded.

Natasha had been left in charge of you today, Wanda grimaced at the thought of leaving her in the kitchen, but the mission today required her powers, and someone had to stay with you. Most of the team voted for the widow because they could tell she had a soft spot for you, the same way you showed a liking to her, and that’s how she found herself in the kitchen burning the eggs and toast she wanted to serve you.

The third party in the mix is where things get interesting though, Natasha had been in such distress over having to be alone with your life in her hands that she left her bedroom door ajar. A mischievous pair of green eyes sparked at the opportunity, and within seconds of her departure her dark as night feline made a break for it, and stealthily hid in the shadows.

“This place is freezing.”

The hair on the back of your neck stood up at the voice intruding in your mind, it was oddly deep, and you were about ready to jump into a fighting stance until you locked eyes with a cat.

“Ooh a girl, this must be who Natasha talks about every single night, she is indeed pretty.”

“Thank you.,” you replied to the cat, and you giggled when his back arched protectively., “I’m more than my looks kitty.,” you winked, then lowered yourself besides the glass near the cat., “I am also blessed with the ability to hear your unfiltered thoughts, and to reply.”

“That’s odd.,” he mused, and you only nodded., “Well, I’m Liho Romanoff, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.,” you smiled., “Y/N”

“Did you set off those alarms?,” Liho tilted his head in offense., “Absolutely not, she doesn’t even know I’m out.,” you bit back a laugh, of course the spy has a equally as stealthy cat as a pet., “That’s the fire alarm, she was left to cook for you, promise me you won’t touch it please.”

“Noted.,” you snorted, then in a moment of dangerous curiosity you pressed the door of your cell and it opened, but all you did was usher the cat in before resealing the big door.

“So, Natasha talks about me, hm?,” you wore a hopeful smile, and Liho glared, and trotted over to you. He meowed so loudly you could feel his frustration reverberating against the glass., “Talks? God, she never shuts up about the mystery that is you.,” he settles onto your chest and stares down at you for pure clarity.

“One second it’s ‘you’re the prettiest girl she’s ever seen’, then next it’s ‘What’s she hiding?,’ oh and her favorite is, ‘She’s so beautiful, think I can run away with her?’,” the feline plopped down dramatically., “It’s truly exhausting.”

“Oh, I bet.,” you chuckled, then before he could get annoyed like you perceived he would you began to pet him, eliciting the purring of appreciation to commence., “Tell me more.”

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Natasha resorted to ordering from a local cafe after she saw the charred remains of your food. No way would she attempt to cook again, not when you would’ve been expecting breakfast any minute now. She knew how much you enjoyed them, so she got you an apple danish, and a hazelnut coffee with almond milk to placate your sensitive tummy. For herself she got a cherry danish, and a simple black coffee, then she got hash brown rounds for the both of you to share, then she happily made her way down to the holding cells with the food.

The bag nearly hit the floor though when she heard you cackling unabashedly, she settled the items down in the hallway, then she lifted her gun up and charged the rest of the way into the room to find you conversing with her cat.

“No way!,” you cackled even harder, completely unaware of the gorgeous green eyes staring at you in bewilderment., “You’re joking right?”

“Who?”

“Oh no.,” you grumbled to the feline who tried to calm you down by nuzzling into your chest., “Just tell her the truth, she’ll believe you.”

“Who are you talking to Y/L/N?,” she lowered her gun, but she still felt rather uneasy as she entered your cell to see her cat in your arms.

“Liho.”

Natasha’s face scrunched in confusion, there was no reason you’d know his name if not for being a super powered spy. More to her point she’s not sure why you’ve got her cat to begin with, was this some sort of twisted ruse?

“What’s your game here, huh?,” noticing her hostile demeanor you settled Liho down onto your bed, instantly to regret it as she slammed your body into the glass of your cell right after., “How did he get in here? How do you know his name? What the hell is your devious secret?!”

“Your inability to cook led to the safety features of the cell kicking in, so I opened it to let him in.,” you struggled to get out with a grimace as she held you so tightly it was hard to speak., “He told me his name; that’s my damn secret.”

“What?,” she let you go, the truth was evident in your eyes, but she was beyond shocked. Why the hell would Hydra want powers like that, and more importantly, why wouldn’t you clear your name and tell the simple, harmless truth.

“Why were you with Hydra then?,” she began to pace the tiny cell, and you sat down with her cat, and while scratching behind his ears you decided it was about time to just be honest.

“They kidnapped me when I was eighteen, I was headed to another state for university, but instead I ended up in another country as their captive.,” you pulled Liho in for comfort., “I was born this way, my small town knew me as the animal whisperer, and Hydra caught wind of it and thought they could make it devious.”

“But you wouldn’t give in?,” she reasoned, and you nodded., “There wasn’t much I could do anyways, I talk to animals, not control them.”

“Why didn’t you just come clean?,” she was kneeling before you now, hopeful to catch your gaze, and her heart stuttered when she found she’d made you cry., “It was safer to pretend I was a threat. I can’t defend myself against them if they come back for me Natasha, and they will because they wanted to control the apex predators of today, and in turn me.”

Natasha giggled inappropriately., “Sweetheart, nobody saw you as a threat.,” her hand settled over yours., “But I understand you now, and I promise that you’re safe with us, no one will ever touch you harmfully again, I promise.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“I’ll protect you.,” her eyes sparkled with truth, and her uncharacteristically soft smile directed at you made you swoon internally, but you still felt an urge to tease her., “By kidnapping me?,” her eyes narrowed as her gaze dropped to the cat in your lap., “You traitorous little shit!”

“You now owe me a can of tuna.,” Liho glared up at you, then before Natasha could enact her revenge he was darting across the cell, and she didn’t even attempt to chase him out of there.

“What else did he say?!”

You giggled, then much to her disappointment you mimicked a zipper on your lips, and she was aghast that your loyalty was to her feline.

“Come on.,” her hand was extended out for yours, your brows quirked, and she giggled., “You’re truly so adorable Y/N, now let’s go.”

“Where?,” you accepted her hand regardless of an answer and she spun you into her body., “Our room.,” you smiled widely., “I’m pretty sure this constitutes kidnapping Natasha.”

She shrugged with a smirk., “Fine by me.”

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sweetbrier2908 · 1 year ago

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Waking up orders in House of Lamentation:

cw: no proof-head, just some random thoughts, grammar errors here and there

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1/ Beelzebub - always the first one to wake up before everyone else because he’s hungry, also because of his morning work-out routine, usually wakes up at 5 or 5:30 never later. goes to the kitchen first so he can prepares his work-out snack and has his 1st breakfast of the day. takes the advantage of waking up early to sneak into your room so you two can have some morning cuddles (sometimes just to find mammon on your bed).

2/ Satan - this perfect man has his day scheduled duh, he has plan, he need to be perfect in order to beat Lucifer. Waking up at 6am, maybe sooner than Beel if he’s on breakfast duty (he want to make sure 1) Beel doesn’t digest all the breakfast ingredient 2) he must make better breakfast than Lucifer) . Starting his day with a cup of coffee and a good book after finishing his morning routine. He’s usually the one who goes to everyone’s room to wake everyone up, makes sure they all get to school on time so they don’t ruin the family’s reputation (which honestly is ruined at this point) by being late (also because he likes to take care for his family members but he will never admit).

3/ Lucifer - Asmodeus - Mammon: most likely to wake up at the same time.

Lucifer: he’s not a morning person. waking up early is a no no but he has his duty. usually pulls an all nighter and then leaves early because he has works to do, also usually skips breakfast (“I don’t have time to eat breakfast” is his excuse). don’t you worry, Mammon will make his older brother eat probably, that’s his specialty. In case Lucifer has a rest day, he sleeps ’til noon and Mammon will also make sure that no one can’t in interrupt his sleep. this man never get enough sleep, so it’s not unusual to see him knocks off on his paperworks.

Mammon: he’s not Lucifer’s most trusted brother for nothing. sometimes his breakfast sucks but not always, he knows how to make a edible breakfast. usually wakes up later than Beel and Satan but most time he’s earlier than Lucifer if Lucifer finishes his works after 2 in the morning and be able to get a few hours good sleep. the other one besides satan make sure everyone eat their breakfast properly and goes to school properly (he’s the second eldest c’mon). most time when he goes to bed late the night before (because of his parties, part-time jobs or modeling gig, night out…) he ends up overslept. take a really long time to get up from bed, you or one of his brother have to drag him out of bed.

Asmodeus - Satan wakes him up every morning, refuses to get out of bed if it's not you or Satan the one who wake him but wakes up eventually cuz he can't skip his morning bath and skin care routine (his older brother always complains but it becomes a habit for both of them now). HE HAS HIS MORNING ROUTINE AND RITUAL AND BATH AND EVERYTHING. take a really long time to prepare in the morning. also he always make sure to goes to bed before 11pm and has an at least 8-hour sleep, you know, have to get enough sleep to maintain this beautiful skin.

4/ Leviathan: first of all, he does virtual schooling. second, “one more episode/round/chapter and i go to bed then end up stay awake til 5 in the morning” type - when Beel wakes up is when he goes to sleep. can’t get out of bed. on days he doesn’t have to be at school, he wakes up at 10 and starts his virtual schooling. on days he has to be at school, Mammon and Satan will make sure he’s on time. however, he still shows up late at breakfast then has to get his breakfast at school cuz Beel eats his portion every fucking morning,

5/ Belphegor: he’s avatar of sloth. may wakes up earlier than Levi but goes back to sleep immediately. Beel has to carry him to the dining hall to make sure he has his breakfast (and sometimes carry him to school). Doesn’t matter he wakes up early or not, he goes to school to sleep to be honest.

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mayajadewrites · 8 months ago

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I Wish I Hated You (Levi Ackerman x Reader)

summary: You don't do second chances. Especially after you gave your heart to Levi Ackerman, and he decided to throw it away so the next person has to repair the damage. Will Levi put his ego aside and finally admit his feelings for you are far deeper than you imagined? Or is a second chance out of the question?

warnings: eventual smut, this is a slow burn

ao3

C H A P T E R T H R E E: K E Y

You look around your entire apartment to see if Levi left the spare key you gave him.

Nothing.

You sigh and admit defeat as you sip on your coffee which was made perfectly made.

The bagel is warm so it couldn't have been long since Levi stopped by. Reluctantly, you take a bite of the bagel your ex boyfriend brought you. This too is perfectly made.

"He must've gotten these from the shop by his house." You say to yourself as you scroll through your phone, trying to kill time. You find Hange's name and text her to pick you up to bring you to your car.

Hange: Don't you have your car back already?

You: Um no... I woke up 15 minutes ago.

Hange: I helped Levi bring it to your house like 45 minutes ago. I thought you knew.

You move your curtain out of the way and see your car perfectly parked in your assigned spot. It looks like he got it washed, too.

You're fuming. Who does this man think he is?

You: I need you to give me my key back.

Levi: Why don't you start the conversation off with 'Thank you Levi for getting my car for me, getting it washed, and grabbing me breakfast'.

You: I don't need to be nice to you. Give me my key back.

Levi: Ok but I made copies.

Of fucking course he did.

You: What is your deal? We're not together anymore so why do you need a key to my house? I gave you back your key.

Levi: You can get another key if you want.

You: That is not the point. The point is we broke up. So we don't need to be in each others lives at all anymore.

Levi: I never said I didn't want you in my life.

Tsk. The nerve of this man.

You: You made it clear that you didn't want something long term with me. So what was the point of wasting both of our times?

Levi didn't respond. Ghosted. Typical for him.

The next day you have the opening shift - 6am to 2 pm. You prefer the morning shifts but the wake ups never get easier.

You help serve the customers and make coffee - thankfully your shop is locally owned and doesn't get terribly busy. You also get to see the same faces every day which is comforting.

When you look up after making a matcha latte, you see Mikasa Ackerman. Levi's cousin who you took on as your little sister. After the break up, you swore you would stay in her life. Your face lights up when her eyes meet yours and you run around the counter to give her a hug.

"Mikasa! God I missed you!" You cup her face with your hands. "You look good. How's life? How's Eren?"

"I missed you too." Mikasa smiled. "I'm good and Eren is good. We would love to go to dinner with you soon!"

"Okay, but your cousin is not invited." You half laugh, mostly because he might actually show up.

"Absolutely not." She grabbed her latte. "I've gotta run to work, it was nice seeing you! I'll text you!"

The rest of your workday went as normal. No Levi interruptions.

"Have a good day!" You wave goodbye to your boss and open the door to leave.

There he is, leaning against your car.

You swat at him to get off your car. "Don't you have a job?"

"I do. I'm on my lunch." Levi moved to the left of where he just was.

"Okay... so go get something for lunch. I'm leaving."

"I wanted to get lunch with you. We should talk."

"Oh now we should talk." You raise your arms. "Now Levi Ackerman is ready to talk. That's great, talk to a therapist." You slam your car door and start the engine.

"If I talk to a therapist can I take you to lunch?"

"No."

"I want us to be friends." Levi leaned into your car. You can't help but stare at his sculpted jawline and his jet black locks that cover one of his eyebrows. He definitely just got his undercut done.

"We can't be friends." You snap yourself out of whatever trance you were in. "I don't need any more friends."

"You have 1 friend and that's Hange."

"And that's enough for me. Anything else?"

"We're gonna be friends." Levi tapped the car window. "You don't really have a choice."

"You're like a roach." You press the button for your window to close. Levi's still staring at you intently. He never answered your text but felt so compelled to show up to your job and beg you to be friends?

As days go by, you feel the hole in your heart that Levi left start to close ever so slightly. You're nowhere near rebuilt, but you're healing. You spend your time working, writing, reading, and trying your best to avoid seeing Levi. He's stopped his random visits and hasn't text you, which feels... right. You're not supposed to talk to your ex boyfriend after you break up. Especially when you didn't want to break up but HE didn't want to commit long term.

...Right?

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alexsoenomel · 2 years ago

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Oenomel (Dean Winchester x Reader smut)

Summary: You are telekinetic and like Dean, not knowing he also likes you

Oenomel. / (ˈiːnəˌmɛl) / noun. a drink made of wine and honey. literary a source of strength and sweetness.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: oral sex, fingering, sexy times

Word count: 2360

Note: I wrote this few years ago and now I kinda want to write part 2? What do you think? Yes? No? Let me know. Also like/ reblog or both if you like it :)

They found you when you were lost and scared and took you in when you had nowhere to go. They gave you shelter, food and good company. Eventually they became your new family. They accepted you and made sure you weren’t in any danger. Ever since you were little you could move stuff with your mind. You didn’t know how, you just did. No one knew about it until one day your mother saw you in your room as books were flying around you. She thought you were The Devil himself (you now laugh whenever you think about that because you have actually met The Devil) and she tried to kill you with a butcher knife. It was like you were Stephen King’s Carrie. Your dad was at work that day so you were on your own with her. You tried to explain to her but she wouldn’t listen so at 16 you ran away. You lived in a motel for the next 4 years using your powers to steal money and food before Sam and Dean found you. You were in a bar and a random dude wouldn’t take no for an answer. Eventually he became a little more aggressive and started groping you. When you tried to leave the bar he followed you and well that was when you snapped and flew the guy across the parking lot. You were angry, and when you were angry or even scared you would go into panic mode and use your powers a little too hard. That night you killed someone. The brothers were just about to enter the bar when they saw everything. Since then your life turned around for better. You were lucky. Sam even taught you how to control your ability. You would get up every day at around 6am to go for a morning run with him just to clear your mind and soul. It helped a lot. You weren’t so angry anymore at the universe for giving you the gift you didn’t want. You accepted it. Now, five years later you were in a very good place. You were hunting with the Winchesters, reading books and saving the day on an occasion. You were helping them a lot on the job, killing monsters like it was child’s play. Sometimes Dean would try to stop you from going saying he didn’t want you to get hurt but you wouldn’t take no for an answer. Sam on the other hand knew of what you were capable of so he didn’t protest. *** “Hey (Y/N) can you use your powers on Sam and kick his ass? He chugged the last bottle of my beer.” “It’s not your beer Dean.” Sam told him. “Shut up.” “Dean you’re such a child.” You told him showing a piece of bacon in your mouth. “Yeah I am.” He told you. “He also threw away my pie.” He then added giving Sam a bitch face. “IT HAS BEEN SITTING IN THE FRIGDE FOR 2 WEEKS! YOU SHOULD HAVE EATEN IT BEFORE WE LEFT FOR NEW YORK!” Sam clapped back. “I forgot okay. Who knew we would be searching for that demon for 2 freakin weeks. Can you at least make his obnoxiously fabulous hair not fabulous?” “I know you just want to see me use my powers, Dean.” You put your fork down and closed your eyes wanting to try something you have been practicing for a while. “What are you doing?” Dean asked. “Shut up Dean!” You said. Ten seconds later a bottle of beer flew right in and landed right in front of Dean. “You’re welcome.” You said and opened your eyes. “How did you do that?” Sam’s eyes were wide open while his jaw was on the floor. “I practiced. Turns out I can use my powers for long distances if I put my mind in the right place. I just mentally went to the nearest store and took the bottle.” “So freakin cool.” Dean said. His expression was so cute. Like a child who just got their favorite toy. “Thank you.” After breakfast you went to your room to catch up on your reading since it was Saturday while Sam was searching with Dean your next case. “So, will you tell her?” Sam asked his older brother. “Tell her what Sam?” “Tell her you have a thing for her?” Dean lifted his head up from his laptop to look at his little brother. Sam just stared back trying not to laugh because Dean’s face went from calm to petrified in two seconds. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He finally said. “Sure and Lucifer is a great guy.” Sam sassed back. “Shut up!” He indeed had a thing for you. He was in fact infatuated by you. You were so kind, smart, funny, so beautiful, had great taste in music, a total badass with your powers and god damn…a great ass. They were silent after that. Dean felt a little bit awkward because now he knew Sam knew and Sam was enjoying every second of it. The silence was suddenly interrupted by you storming out of your room with your phone yelling curse words. “DEAN I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!” You yelled. “What? Why?” The poor bastard didn’t see it coming. Before he could comprehend you held up a finger and pointed at him as a book flew, hitting him in the stomach. He bent in pain before screaming what the hell at you. “WHY DID YOU GIVE THAT ANNOYING ASS GUY MY PHONE NUMBER?” “What guy?” Sam asked confused. “The guy who kept telling me cheesy pick up lines and saying how I have good hips for carrying a freakin child!” “Oh…” Was all that left Sam’s mouth. The situation was this: after you finished that case in New York and came back home, you went to your local bar to celebrate. Long story short Sam was your designated driver for the night. You two were trashed. Dean got a little too flirty with the waitress and you didn’t like that. You didn’t like that at all considering you had a huge crush on him that not even Sam knew about. Jokingly when she came to get our order, yet again, you told her IN FRONT OF DEAN that he had a bad case of Chlamydia and that she should run. You could say Dean was pissed and when that guy started flirting with you he decided to get even. “Why did you tell the waitress I have Chlamydia? I can’t go to that bar anymore (Y/N).” “I like that bar.” He added sounding offended. “I WAS DRUNK!” You told him. “I didn’t know what I was saying.” Liar… “Don’t care, you still ruined me.” “Yeah that’s better than having someone constantly texting you how hot you are-“ You then felt the phone buzz in your hand. You looked at it only to see- “AND SENDING YOU DICK PICTUES! OH GOD!” “Is he big?” Dean asked as Sam covered his mouth trying not to laugh…again. “Don’t make me throw you across the room.” You said and went to your room pissed. You only came out for lunch that day. You ate as much as you could as fast as you could and went back to your room. You were still mad at Dean and a little bit frustrated. It has been a while since you had any luck in the bedroom department. Everything came back to Dean, you couldn’t sleep with strangers because you liked him and you couldn’t be with anyone else because....well, Dean. Dean, Dean, Dean…that man was going to be the death of you. You spent all day just reading and trying to distract your mind from your undisclosed desires. That had lasted until 10pm. Sam said he was going out and since you and Dean still didn’t talk you figured he was going out as well. So, naturally you decided to do what any other human does when horny. Watch porn on your phone and masturbate. You were in the mood for some fluffy straight porn. You took off your sweatpants and panties, put your earphones on and pressed play. Your hand went between your legs as you slowly started to play with your clit. It took you a few minutes before you could really feel the heat of your body and you were moaning softly. Only if you knew Dean was in his room, next to yours and he could hear you through the thin wall. “What the hell?” He mumbled. When he realized you were doing what you were doing his cheeks went red as he felt his dick getting hard. He tried not to listen but to no avail. He liked your sweet moans more than he should. His brain was telling him not to be a creep but of course he couldn’t stop himself. In the room next to his you were slowly falling apart as your orgasm was getting closer. You were arching your back and not even watching the damn thing; just listening was enough at this point. When you finally reached your high you heard a loud bang…and then another. Not even realizing what happened you saw your bedroom door open and Dean, just standing there. “DEAN WHAT THE HELL I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING OUT?!” You yelled and covered yourself with a blanket. “Why is your night stand cracked in half and your lamp broken???” “It’s nothing.” It clearly was something since your powers never manifested during your happy times. It then hit you like a brick. “Oh God did you hear me?” “Yeah.” “Oh God kill me.” “Why? It’s hot.” He said. “Wait what?” He closed the door. “I said…” And sat onto the bed next to you. “That was hot.” “You must be joking.” You said giving him an awkward smile. “Nope.” You looked down only to see his obvious boner and blushing like you have just seen him naked. “Well, clearly you did like it.” You then said. “If you were making happy noises why did you mess up your room?” “I don’t know. This has never happened during my happy times…interesting.” “I’m sorry I gave that jerk your number.” Dean smiled. “I’m sorry I told the waitress you had Chlamydia. I got jealous.” You confessed. You were afraid of his answer. Your stomach was turning, anxiety fucking with your mind, until you saw Dean with a huge ass grin on his face. “I knew you were jealous.” “You did?” “Well suspected.” “Well sue me, I like you.” There it was the words you thought you would never say. “Like, like me like me?” He played oblivious. You rolled your eyes and playfully punched him in the shoulder. “Yeah. So does this mean things will be awkward from now on?” He had never shown any interest in you in that way so you were afraid since your secret was out there will be weird tension between you two. You had no idea… He was still smiling, but something was different about his whole face; it lit up like a candle. The look he was giving you was a whole different story too. You have seen it many times but only when he would flirt with other women. He then, out of the blue, leaned in and gently placed a kiss on your lips. You were surprised by his actions in a good way and definitely relived. You skipped the awkward part you thought was inevitable. Turns out it’s not. “Do you REALLY think that?” He asked you. “Um…” You started. “So you…?” “Yeah, very much.” He finally confessed. “Then why flirt with the waitress?” You squinted your eyes giving him a look of suspicion. Kinda like a cat. “Trying to fill the void that is you.” He said in kind of sarcastic tone. “Never really thought you would feel the same.” “You could have saved us a lot of time, you know that?” “That goes for you too ya know.” “Yeah I know.” You smiled before cupping his face with your hands and crashing his lips on yours. He moved onto the bed and went on top of you. This time the kiss lasted longer and it wasn’t as innocent. It was filled with lust and want. You both knew where this was going, hell you both wanted it too, it has been so long… Clothes were hitting the floor fast and soon you were both skin against skin. Dean showered you with kisses, cheeks, lips, jaw, neck, breasts, stomach… When he placed a kiss on your already wet pussy you gasped. He licked slow, taking his sweet time and letting you relax. You tugged on his hair as soon as you felt two fingers enter you pumping as he licked your clit. “Dean…shit.” His pace got faster overtime, gradually making you arch your back and falling apart. “Dean, please….don’t let me cum!” You managed to say. “Why?” He lifted his head up, fingers still inside you. “I don’t want to trash my room even more.” “But…” “I want to trash it, but in one go.” You winked. “Awesome.” He smirked and didn’t waste any time, positioned himself between your legs and went in. He was thick, big and prefect. “Are you okay?” “Yeah, move please.” He did, slow at first. You kissed and bit his shoulder before he started pounding into you, his gaze never leaving yours. He was completely lost in you. The room smelled of sweat and sex while the bed post slammed against the wall. “Fuck!” “Cum for me (Y/N)!” “Oh my god!” You screamed as you came all over him. You didn’t even notice your closet; it wasn’t a closet anymore…just boards and your clothes were on the floor. Also your bathroom door flew open hitting the tile wall. Dean came right after you moaning your name which was the hottest thing you have ever heard. He collapsed next to you covered in sweat and trying to catch his breath. “I broke my closet.” “You’re more powerful than you think (Y/N).” “And you’re freakin awesome in bed.”

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anodeorain · 1 year ago

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Special day.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI

Tags: Fluff, flirty, smut, pet names

Summary: Alcina brings you a special gift for your special day.

Word count: 2664

Notes: I apologies for any mistakes, English isn’t my first language :’) Hope you enjoy it anyways <3

It’s been about a year since you made it to castle Dimitrescu and stayed here as a personal maid of Lady Dimitrescu herself. She always said that you were the best maid she ever had and it surely flattered you. Alcina did her best to encouraged you every week, maybe even twice a week if she got time. Usually you just stayed over her Chamber for the night and spent time with her as you talked and cuddled.

You noticed her flirting with you few months ago. It was nothing special but she definitely hinted you that you’re the one she needs the most. You found it a bit weird since Dimitrescu never let anyone stay close to her, except for her daughters.

Not to mention, they were quiet annoying while they buzzed around the castle and woke you up every single day at 5am. Including today. You sigh, rubbing your sleepy eyes as you stretch out your body before sitting on the bed and looking around. Not to mention, Alcina gave you the personal room with single bed that was quiet enough for two people.

You walks over the common bathroom, washing your face quickly before getting dressed. You loved the smell of fresh cleaned uniform and you smile slightly, looking over yourself in the tiny mirror. You ties your hair up in a ponytail, finally walking off to the hall. It is so quiet. Other maids usually wake up at around 6am to do cleaning around the castle and cook the breakfast for the Lady.

“Mother calls you.”

Bela says from behind your ear, making you squeak. You didn’t expect her to show up. She laughs at you along with two other sisters before they disappear.

Lady Dimitrescu isn’t asleep? You frown slightly as you walk down the hall, reaching her Chamber. You knock twice, hearing quiet “come” from behind the door. You walk in and stay in the door frame, waiting for Lady’s next move.

“Oh, it’s you, dear. Come over, don’t be shy.” She says in a sweet tone.

You do as she said and walk closer to her, still keeping the distance between you two. She sits at her vanity, brushing her dark hair, holding the pin between her teeth.

“Why are you awake so early, Mistress?”

You ask quietly as you look at Alcina through the mirror and she smiles slightly at you.

“You don’t ask silly questions, do you, pet?”

She chuckles as she turns around to face you.

“Mommy’s got plenty of work to do today.”

You nod, your cheeks turn bright red.

“You need anything, ma’am?”

You ask Alcina quietly and hear another soft chuckle.

“Be here at around 9pm, please.”

“Wh-“

“Now go work, dear. Enough talking.”

Dimitrescu cuts you off and gives you a sweet smile, before turning around to face herself in the mirror again.

You nod, whispering “yes, Mistress” before heading off to the hall to get your job done. What is she planning?

*****

Alcina flickers before your eyes the whole day. She knows you are watching and makes sure you see her every hour or two, giving you soft smiles every time she walks past you. It got quiet annoying in the middle of the day, you couldn’t stop thinking about her request for you.

You finish your work at about 5pm and got plenty of time for yourself. After a warm shower you walk to your room, shutting it closed as you don’t want to see any of other maid. All of them are quiet talkative and love to drink tea after getting their jobs done. So do you but you are not in a mood today.

You take your sketch album and a tiny piece of a pencil that has left, thinking where to get a new one later, before you start sketching. You have no thoughts in your mind who you want to draw this time so you let your fantasies take a control.

You always loved to draw, since you were a child, but never had enough time for that. As soon as you got at castle Dimitrescu you found out that you can spend your evenings however you prefer. The only rule was to stay as quiet as possible in case not to disturb the Lady.

Of course, Lady Dimitrescu noticed you sketching as you sat under the stairs quietly. The next day she gave you a sketch book and a pencil so you could draw comfortably without using a piece of coal.

Since then you tired your best to draw every time you’ve got a free minute. You look down at the page, noticing the woman you drew looks exactly like the Lady and you blush, close the sketch book and hide it under your pillow. How come that you drew her by memory?

The answer was on a surface: you knew every inch of Alcina’s face. You found her really beautiful and elegant and you couldn’t get her out of your mind.

You sigh, laying down on the bed, closing your eyes. Two hours left till your meeting with Lady Dimitrescu so you decide to take a quick nap before you head to her.

*****

“Come in.”

You hear the strict tone as you knock on the door and walk in, closing the door behind you. Lady Dimitrescu isn’t dressed as usual. She has a black long dress that exposes her curves. The dress is sleeveless and also has a long cut on the side, showing off her silky pale leg.

“Mind helping me, dear?”

She asks quietly, patting her shoulders as she put her hair away from her neck.

“Oh… Sure.”

You quickly walk over to her, helping her to hook up her necklace.

“Ah, thank you, little mouse… I’ve been struggling with it for around five minutes and almost lost my mind.”

She smiles at you before turning around, placing her hands on her waist.

You smile at her, trying your best not to stare at her breasts that seem to be even bigger in this dress. You swallow hard and she notices it, letting out a low chuckle.

“Hm? Like the view, pet?” She smirks.

“Sorry, Mistress.”

You mumble, looking down at the floor.

“Come on now, dear. I’ve got something for you.”

She gets up from her vanity and walks off to the hall as you quietly followed her. You couldn’t help but stare at her swaying hips. Seems like she swayed them on propose. Soon enough you walk over the room that has always been locked. Alcina takes a key out of her tiny bag, unlocking it and letting you go in.

It is a quiet beautiful small room in reddish colors with golden candles all around it. There is nothing but a couch in the middle of the room and a comfortable chair in front of it with a tiny coffee table by its’ side. You frown slightly as you look over your shoulder at Alcina, who stays in the door frame with her arms crossed on her chest. Her lips curls into a sly smirk.

“What’s that for?”

You ask, sitting on a chair.

“Ah, dear… Think again, make your little brain work.” She chuckles.

You frown more, looking around once again, trying to get a tiny hint.

“Look at the table, pet. Does anything catch your eyes?”

She says as she walks around you, placing her hand on your shoulder.

You shiver under her touch and look at the small coffee table near the chair. Your eyes widened a bit as you notice a fresh sketch book and a pencil on it. You look up at Alcina, surprisingly, she is looking down at you the whole time with a smirk upon her lips.

“So…” She begins.

“Do you… want me to draw you?” you ask nervously.

“Correct, little mouse! Good job.”

She laughs, patting your back.

Alcina walks toward the couch, sitting on it in front of you, crossing her legs. She smirks once again, raising an eyebrow. She waits for your reply as she keeps staring directly into your eyes.

“Y/N?”

“Oh… I don’t kn-“

“Pretty please?”

She pouts.

“You don’t want to upset your Mistress, do you, pet?”

“Of course…” You nod.

She then gives you a big smile, placing her bag away before elegantly laying down on the couch, facing you.

You immediately get nervous as you never drew from nature but you don’t want to disappoint Lady Dimitrescu so you agree. You take a pencil and a sketch book, staring at Alcina for a while before you start to sketch the lines of her body. She stays quiet and patient for the next ten minutes before she sighs and looks at you.

“It’s quiet stuffy in here, isn’t it, little mouse?”

She slightly unbuttons the dress on her chest.

“It is…”

You nod at her but keep drawing.

Alcina smirks and lights up her cigarette, takes a long puff before the cloud of smoke floods around the small room. You smiles to yourself, noticing how she melts behind the smoke for a few seconds. You keep sketching her, paying attention to every detail of her body. She stays quiet and all you can hear is scratching sounds of your pencil against the paper.

It takes you an hour until the sketch is fully finished. Thankfully, Alcina was patient enough and just relaxed on the couch this whole time. You get up, walking across the room to show her the sketch and she sits, patting her lap, inviting you.

“Come sit with me, would you?”

She smiles and pulls you closer on her lap.

You blush but don’t hesitate, making yourself comfortable on her lap. Lady Dimitrescu is so close, you can feel the coldness of her body. She brushes your hair behind your ear before looking down at the sketchbook, noticing how detailed the sketch was. You look up at her and smile slightly.

“My…” Alcina begins.

“…How talented you are, my dear pet. You’re definitely the connoisseur of women’s bodies”

She teases.

“Oh… I… Thank you.”

You smile at her.

It isn’t the first time you both are so close but every time it feels like your first time and you blush like a kid nearly her. Lady Dimitrescu is obviously a charm and she knows that too well.

“Now…”

She gently puts you down on the floor as she gets up.

“…I’ve got something special for you, little mouse. As a reward…”

You can see her smirk widely as she walks closer to you and ties your eyes with a black strip of cloth. You shiver at her touch but nod. Alcina takes the sketchbook away from your trembling hands, puts it on the coffee table. All you can hear next is her heels clatter against the wooden floor and quiet rustling of her dress before she speaks again.

“You may take the strip off those pretty eyes of yours.” She says.

You do as she said, slowly take the strip off and open your eyes. You gasp as you see her sitting on the couch with her legs crossed but… the only thing she is wearing is her dark red lingerie that barely covers her intimate parts of the body. You feel your mouth becomes dried and your heart skip a beat. She looks so… stunning.

“Like what you see, little mouse?”

Alcina smiles as she walks over to you.

“Yes, Mistress…”

“Happy Birthday, dear.” She says quietly.

You look up at her, your eyes widen. It definitely isn’t your birthday today and, not to mention, you don’t even know when your actual birthday is. Dimitrescu chuckles as she notices you hesitate and answers your silent question.

“It’s been a year today since you’ve got to my castle, Y/N.” She says in a soft tone.

“Since we both are not aware when your birthday is I thought… It would be a great idea to celebrate it now.”

Alcina gives you a sly smirk.

“Oh… It’s not worth it. But thank you…” You mumble quietly.

“Are you upset, little mouse?”

She asks you softly, placing her hand on your shoulder as she speaks.

You shake your head and look up at her, feeling her grip of your shoulder. You moan softly, feeling your shoulders relaxing under her touch. Dimitrescu smirks and raises her eyebrow as she steps closer, placing her index finger under your chin, making you look into her eyes.

“Oh, dear… Careful with those sounds of yours.”

She lets out a soft chuckle before she leans down to you. Your lips are inches away from hers and you gasp but don’t pull away. You can notice the desire in Alcina’s golden eyes that sparkle even brighter when she looks at you.

“You’re trembling, Y/N…”

Dimitrescu murmurs, caressing your cheek with her fingers.

“Are you scared of me?”

“No, Mistress… Not at all.”

You shake your head slightly.

“I jus-“

She cuts you off by softly pressing her lips against yours. You gasp again at the sudden move, dropping the pencil on the floor. Alcina laughs, slightly pulling away to look into your eyes. She licks her lips, raising an eyebrow.

“You alright, dear?” She chuckles.

You nod, still feeling her moist lips on yours. Dimitrescu chuckles once again before gently picking you up, making you wrap your legs around her waist. She slightly kisses the pinkish cheek of yours, brushing her lips against your soft skin before she presses your lips together one more time. This time Alcina kisses you with more passionate, caressing your bottom lip with her tongue, asking for permission. You let out a quiet moan and open your mouth, letting her in. Your tongues dancing together as she holds you close against her body.

“M-mistress…”

You whimper.

She doesn’t say anything, sliding her hand up your thigh, gently squeezing it, making you moan once again. Oh, how she loves those sounds. Alcina smirks, gently nibbling at your neck.

You can feel the knot in your stomach, your panties become wet in a second and you know the vampire lady feels it well. You hold her shoulders, digging your nails into them as she licks your collarbones.

“It’s enough for today, Y/N.”

Alcina says, slowly pulling away from you.

“But! Mistress, I-“

“Enough. Don’t you dare to contradict my words, little mouse.”

She frowns as she gently places you back on the floor.

“My apologies…” You nod.

She grabs her dress, quickly putting it on. You glance over at her but Alcina is quiet and cold. Her sudden mood change takes you by surprise and you can’t say a word. You watch Alcina taking her bag and heading off toward the door.

“What are you waiting for, Y/N? A special invitation?”

She frowns.

You shake your head, taking the sketchbook and picking up the pencil from the floor before quickly escaping the room. Alcina shut the door closed and locks it in case anyone would like to sneak there.

You both walk quietly to your own rooms before Dimitrescu stops and places her hand on your shoulder. She kneels to your height and gently caresses your cheek with her thumb, slowly touching your bottom lip. Her actions make you blush and you look away but she makes you look back into her eyes.

“I’ve got work to do now, little mouse… But I’ll wait for you at my Chamber tomorrow. Be there by 9pm, got it?”

She almost whispers, smiling softly at you.

“Yes, ma’am.”

You nod at her, squeezing the sketchbook in your hands.

“Good girl…”

Alcina smiles.

“…Sleep well, dear.”

With those words she leaves you alone in the hall and closes the door behind herself. You smile softly, heading off to your own room, quickly getting ready for sleep.

You can’t get Alcina off your mind… Her silhouette appears every time you close your eyes. But you don’t mind at all. With the thoughts of her you slowly drift off to sleep.

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Wavelengths [Killer x Reader, Heat x Reader]

🔞 Minors DNI ��

A search for a rumored Vegapunk weapon leads the Kid Pirates to an unexpected new crewmate, with a bloodlust that rivals their own and an incredible power.

CW: Please check AO3 for all current warnings, but general warning for smut, slow burn, serious gore, and really dark themes. AFAB reader, she/her pronouns.

Masterlist || AO3 || Chapter 1

Chapter 6 - Kid-nee Stone

Yin shows off a special skill & Killer tries to teach you to read. Thank god or how would you read this fic?

WC: ~4k

Taglist: @h0n3y-l3m0n05

“Oi! Yin!” Double called from the base of the mast, “It’s quittin time!”

Yin sighed with relief, you were hungry and tired and would like nothing more than to be in bed right this very second. “Thanks Double!” you called back as he started to climb the ladder, while you in turn jumped over the railing and moon stepped before hitting the deck, just as you had last night. It was 6am, too early for breakfast, but you didn’t have anything else to do, and you didn’t want to skip it when you would no doubt sleep through lunch. Meteor Wave always zapped your energy, you needed to recharge or you’d feel like shit later. You resigned to just sit at the dining table, your head resting against the surface for an awkward nap while you waited for someone to cook.

The smell of food woke you as a plate was pushed in front of your nose. You sat up with a deep yawn and stretched, seeing Killer making his way to his side of the table and sitting across from you with his own food. Nobody else had arrived yet.

“Eat,” he told you, placing a straw in his drink, “you did good last night”

“Mmm,” you mumbled and yawned some more, picking up your fork, “thanks Kil.” It was nice of him, you thought, for him to get your breakfast for you. He must have noticed you sleeping at the table when he came in.

“I brought some shit for you by the way,” Killer said after a long sip of his drink, “to teach you to read, come find me after you’ve gotten some sleep”

“Oh okay, I will,” you replied, before shoving a forkful of bacon and eggs in your mouth. Truth be told, you were surprised he’d followed through with it, he'd probably spent his own money for it too. You weren't used to being shown kindness, it was a little overwhelming.

Soon the rest of the commanders, sans Double, filed in and took their places with their own food, a Henchman hurriedly running over and placing Kid’s in front of him. He seemed off today, somehow paler than normal, if that was even possible. The man was practically a sheet of printer paper by default, and you wondered if Killer had to forcibly dunk him in sunblock every time the crew reached a summer island. His bright hair looked matted, like he’d been tossing and turning all night, and the bags under his eyes agreed with that conclusion.

Heat took what was becoming his normal seat next to you, with a friendly slap on the back. “How was your first watch?” he asked with a smile, despite his chronically sad eyes.

“She killed a seaking,” Killer replied for you.

“On your own?” Kid asked, his forkful of food stopping halfway on its journey to his mouth.

“Yeah,” Killer replied nonchalantly, “she woke me for backup, but she didn’t need it. Killed it with one attack. Scattered its brains for miles”

“Fuckkk, good shit Yin,” Kid roared, slapping you on the back a little too hard, your face almost ending up in your eggs. He noticeably winced after making the movement, quickly returning to his food and hoping nobody noticed.

“The fuck is wrong with you?” Killer asked. Killer had in fact noticed.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Kid scowled, “I’m as healthy as ever”

“You just winced, I saw it,” Killer pointed an accusing finger at him. He was probably the only person on the ship who could accuse Kid of anything without punishment.

“You do look paler than normal,” Mohawk observed.

You fiddled with the dial on your earpiece and your visor turned red, before leaning towards Kid to see past the table and scanning him with your eyes. He looked at you like you were trying to see his dick.

“The fuck are you doing?” he growled.

“Checking your insides,” you said, standing up and circling him, your eyes still scanning him. You came to a rest at his other side, next to Killer, and poked Kid’s side. He winced and growled at you.

“He’s got kidney stones,” you reported, turning to Mohawk since he was the ship’s doctor.

“You could see that with your mask thing?” he asked curiously.

“Yeah, well I mean it's the cos of my devil fruit, but the mask helps me zero in on what I wanna see,” you explained, “when it's red like this I can see all the squishy bits, like a MRI machine,” you fiddled with the mask and the visor turned a deep green, “Now I can see all your bones. Except Killer’s skull, I can’t see through metal”

“That’s cool as fuck,” Mohawk mused, “can you see how big the stones are? How many?”

You fiddled with the dial again and the visor returned to red, before you knelt at Kid’s side and prodded around his kidney, trying to shift it a little to get a better view inside it. “Mmm… three. Only one of them is any concern though, about a centimeter, too big to pass on his own.”

“Fuck, he needs lithotripsy,” Mohawk groaned and ran a exhausted hand down his face, “I don’t have the equipment for that”

“Is that the shockwaves thing?” you asked, “I can do it, I did it a few times for the marines”

“Yeah it is, we’ll have to do it later though, he’ll need pain relief before you can do it and you need sleep,” Mohawk said, pointing at you with an expression and tone that told you he was definitely in doctor mode right now.

“Fuck that, just do it now,” Kid said, “These fuckers hurt”

“Doing it without pain relief will hurt more,” Mohawk told him.

“You calling me a pussy?” Kid growled, “Just do the fucking thing”

You sighed and stood next to Kid, “Fine, but if you smack me cos I hurt you, I’ll liquify your entire kidney”

The whole table watched with curiosity as you stood and slid your hand down the backside of Kid’s pants, “Oi!” he yelped. Your hand was soft, but a little cold against his skin.

“Oh grow up, I’m not trying to grab your dick or anything, it's just easier when it’s skin to skin,” you explained, resting your hand over his kidney, “now sit still and shut up, I need to concentrate or I really will liquify your kidney” He gulped a little at the very real threat and did his best to stay still.

Your mask was still set to red, so it was easy for you to zero in on the calcified stones to vibrate them. You started with the smaller ones, turning them to dust, before moving to the big boy. Kid’s face was crumpling in on itself as he held his breath and tried to not groan in pain. You decided to humble him and went further, using vibrations to guide the pieces of stones into his ureter and down to his bladder. That made him finally crack and he white knuckled the table, groaning loudly and attracting the attention of the entire galley.

“Argg fuc- oh.. It stopped” in seconds he’d gone from some of the worst pain in his life, to just… nothing.

“You’re welcome,” you said, removing your hand from his side and returning to your seat, switching your visor back to purple, “I took the liberty of moving the stones through to your bladder, since you said you weren’t a pussy, so you shouldn’t feel them anymore. Well, maybe a little when you piss them out, but they’re basically dust now”

Kid scowled at your testing him, but was overly thankful that he wasn’t in pain anymore. He touched his side where the pain had been, it was a little tender but felt otherwise fine. You had already gone back to eating like nothing happened. In your marine days this sort of thing was a common occurrence. Your main use was as a weapon, but the marines had found other uses for your devil fruit as well.

“Do you have any other medical uses for your fruit?” Mohawk asked, “Other than being a human x-ray and MRI”

“Yeah I mean,” you finished chewing your mouthful before you continued, “Like the stones, I can break things up with vibrations and move them along. It’s good for blockages and blood clots. I don’t have much medical knowledge outside of what they used my power for in the marines, and some standard first aid training, but I can definitely be useful. Most common thing they had me do was check broken bones for loose fragments and shimmy the fragments back in place. A lot of checking dislocated joints for compressed veins too, oh and checking for bullets and shrapnel”

Mohawk looked at Kid with determination, “I want her in the med bay, as my assistant. She doesn’t already have a job on the ship other than fighting, right?”

Kid scratched his chin and looked between you and Mohawk, “I made a deal with her for no chores when she came on board, so it's up to her”

Mohawk looked expectantly at Yin, giving you his best puppy dog eyes, well, the best a rough looking grown man could muster. He didn’t really want an assistant, what he wanted was medical equipment to rival the Heart Pirates, and you could provide him with that. You smiled back at him “Yeah, okay,” you told him. He pumped his fist and made a small “yesss” under his breath. “It’s kinda fun, anyway,” you continued, “so it's not much of a chore. And it'll be a good excuse to practice with my fruit”

“Good, it's settled then,” Kid said, before shoving another forkful of food in his mouth.

You finished your plate and stood up. “I’ll clear your plate,” Heat told you, stopping you from picking your plate up with a gentle hand over yours, “go get some rest”

“Thanks Heatie baby,” you yawned, before giving him a little smooch on the top of his blue mop, still mostly braided, and heading for your room.

“Oi, Yin,” Kid called to you as you left.

“Mmm?”

“Good work last night,” he told you, pointing his fork in your direction, “and thanks for the uh.. yeah”

“No problem Cap’n,” you replied with a wide grin before skipping out of the galley.

As requested, you went to find Killer after your nap. You’d unsurprisingly missed lunch so he’d set some aside for her, determined to make sure you ate every meal and filled back out as soon as possible. You were eating it now in the navigation room while he set out all the things he’d picked up at the last island. Most of it was children’s books, as well as some pencils and a notebook with lines that were far apart, a dotted line between each solid one to act as a guideline for the school aged kids the book was designed for. He’d also bought a small whiteboard and a set of erasable markers.

“I thought we’d start by learning your name,” he said, pushing your now empty plate out of the way and replacing it with the notebook and pencil. He sat down next to you and laid out a small poster that showed the alphabet, with uppercase and lowercase letters and small illustrations next to each set of letters showing something that started with that letter. He picked up the whiteboard and pulled a marker from the pack, writing ‘Yin’ in large, easy to read letters. He usually wrote in neat cursive, so he was careful to print the letters straight and separated for you, with no fancy embellishments.

“That’s my name?” you asked, pointing at the whiteboard.

“Mmm,” he hummed, pointing at the letters individually with the end of the marker as he named them, “Why… eye…enn”

“Why… eye… enn…” you repeated, and looked at the alphabet poster, and the pictures next to the letters that matched what Killer had written. “Why for… yo-yo… eye for… I’m guessing that's supposed to be an igloo, and enn for… Nest. Those words all start with the same letters right?”

“Yes, that’s right,” he handed you the pencil and positioned your fingers around it so you were holding it correctly, “Want to try writing it? I’ll go letter by letter for you”

“Yeah, okay…” you said, looking at the pencil and moving your hand over the paper hesitantly, trying to figure out how the fuck someone uses it like this. You’d doodled before, but you’d always held the pencil like you were holding a dagger, with a closed fist. This felt awkward and unnatural, but you had seen people hold it like this plenty of times so you figured it must be correct.

Killer wiped the whiteboard clean with a rag and wrote a ‘Y’. “Watch how I do it,” he said, “you bring the line down on an angle like this, to about halfway, then straight down the rest of the way. Then you make another angled line to connect.”

You watched carefully and awkwardly wrote down a shaky ‘Y’ in your notebook. You did it a few more times, slowly gaining a little confidence each time.

“Good, the next one is easy,” he said as he cleared the board again and wrote the next letter, “just a straight line from halfway, then a dot above it”

The lowercase ‘i’ was easy to copy, so you were able to do it quickly, writing down a handful of them and turning to him expectantly for the next one. He smiled under his mask at your enthusiasm and cleared the board.

“Okay this one is a little trickier, watch carefully,” he told you, “you make a line, like you did with the ‘i’, then when you get to the bottom you keep your pencil on the page, go back up, and then make a curve like this till it hits the bottom line again”

He repeated it a few times for you then you copied. The first few ‘n’ looked more like unfinished ‘w’s but you got there after a few corrections from Killer. “Now put them together,” he told you.

You carefully wrote each letter next to each other on a new line, the spacing was a bit large between them so he corrected them and you wrote it again. “There you go, you wrote your name”

You stared at the page in disbelief, before turning your wide smile to him. “KILLER! I WROTE MY NAME!” you shouted gleefully.

“You did,” his shoulders shimmied in silent laughter, “good job”

You grew quiet again as you inspected the alphabet poster and compared it to what you’d written. “How come there’s two of each letter? We used the first ‘Y’ but the second ‘I’ and ‘N’, how come?”

“Ah, the first ones are uppercase letters, or ‘capitals’, and the other ones are lowercase,” he explained, “we use capitals at the start of sentences, and at the start of words that are names.”

“Ohhhhhh…” you mused, deep in thought, “How do I write your name?”

“My name is a lot longer, but it has some easy letters so I don’t see why we can’t try it,” he cleared the board and wrote out his name, then like he had with your name he pointed at the letters as he read them out, “kay, eye, el, el, ee, arr”

You pointed at the ‘i’, “that’s the same as my name, right?”

“Yes, that's correct. You wanna find them on the poster?” he said.

“Mmm…,” you scanned the poster, comparing it with what he’d written, “kay for… the fuck is that?”

“It's a kangaroo,” he told you, pointing at the strange bipedal animal, “Its a animal that lives in the West Blue”

“Oh, okay,” you said, “kay for kangaroo, eye for igloo, el for… lion, another el, ee for elephant, and arr for rainbow”

“Good, you wanna try writing it?” he asked, clearing the whiteboard.

“Mmm, I mean those two are just lines, and I know that one,” you said pointing at the ‘L’s and the ‘I’, “so we can skip those ones”

“Okay, uppercase ‘K’ then,” he wrote out a ‘K’ then started drawing one slower with instructions, “make one long line, then move a little across, come down on a angle like you did for ‘Y’, then go back out”

“Long line…” you mumbled to yourself as you traced the letter in your notebook, “... angle… back out…” You wrote it a few more times then turned to him expectantly for the next one.

“This is probably one the hardest letters so it might take a while to get the hang of,” he wrote a lowercase ‘e’, then gave his instructions as he wrote another few, “start just under the halfway mark, and you go out to the right, then loop it alllll the way around like this. Make sure it touches where you started the line”

You squinted at the letters as he wrote a few more for you, then you tried it yourself. They were all too large, or too skewed, or you’d overshoot and miss touching the start of the line. You were getting frustrated but he was patient with you, and after about thirteen attempts you managed to start making some ‘e’s that were still a little on the tall side, but looked pretty close.

“Good job, it doesn't have to be perfect right away,” he reassured you, “most people take years to learn to read and write, it’s not going to happen right away. Now this last letter…” he cleared the board again and wrote a lowercase ‘r’, “it's just like the ‘n’ we did earlier, but you stop early, see-”

You watched him write several, then tried it for yourself, smiling at how much easier they were than the ‘e’. “Now put it all together,” he said and wrote his name out one more time on the whiteboard for you. You checked the letters on the board and wrote them carefully one by one, with decent spacing thanks to your earlier corrections, till you had a messy ‘Killer’ written down.

“There you go,” he smiled under the mask, “you did it”

His smile faded when he noticed the tear appear from under your mask, rolling off your chin and making a wet splat on your notebook. “You okay?” he reached for your hand, still resting on the page holding the pencil, but thought better of it and returned it to the table in front of him.

“Yeah, sorry,” you sniffed, “it’s just- I never thought I’d be able to write my own name, and you’re being so gentle and patient with me”

“I’m sorry nobody ever gave you the time,” he almost whispered, “like I said before though, you’re an actual person in this crew, you can have your own wants and needs. You deserve to know a basic skill like reading and writing. We’ll have you reading novels in no time”

“Thanks, Kil,” you lifted your mask to wipe your face with the back of your hand, and he saw your pink-grey eyes for a moment before you pulled it back down. “It's funny, I joined you guys because you’re supposed to be all bloodthirsty monsters, cause I knew nobody here would judge my need to kill. But, I never expected any of you to be… kind. I kinda feel like I belong here, you know?”

“You do belong here,” he said plainly, “and it seems like you’re making friends, you and Heat seem close”

“Yeah, I think he’s sweet on me,” you laughed.

“I think you’d be correct in that thinking,” he smiled under the mask.

“Can I maybe… consider you a friend as well?” you asked shyly.

“I think that’d be okay,” he replied, receiving a bright smile in response that made his heart skip a beat. He cleared his throat awkwardly, “Anyway, that's probably enough for today. Take the notebook with you and practice the letters you learnt today, and get used to holding the pencil the right way”

“Okay, thanks Kil,” you said, helping him clean up the books that were scattered across the table before he quickly put them away in a drawer in his personal desk and fled. Nothing scared Killer more than the threat of catching feelings, so he rushed away to find a distraction before he could process the way his heart had fluttered at your smile.

[NEXT CHAPTER]

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sashaisready · 1 year ago

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Chapter 3 - Now or Never

Nick Fowler x Reader

Summary: Reader is a brilliant but shy and awkward CIA employee whose work is often overlooked by her colleagues…she’s blended into the background for so long that she doesn’t think there’s any other way - even if she does have secret aspirations for another life. Unbeknownst to her - a certain blue eyed agent is very aware of her talents, even if nobody else is.

Under the Radar Masterlist

<Chapter Two - Beige

Warnings: Angst! Nick being a dick, some sexist/misogynistic language

Wordcount: 3804 (sorry quite a long one but there’s a lot of stuff to set up 😉 I am excited!!)

You could barely sleep after he left. You managed to grab a few hours…somehow…but you laid wide awake just after 5am. Your mind couldn’t settle. You just replayed what he’d said over and over again.

No drive. Beige. Nothing. No drive. Beige. Nothing.

He was embarrassed of you. All this time you had hoped you were wrong. That you were overthinking it. You had clung weakly to the idea that he’d dismiss such a thing if confronted.

But you were right.

He was ashamed to be seen with you. Ashamed if anyone found out that he was sleeping with you.

The worst part was…he wasn’t entirely wrong. You knew that about yourself. You played it safe. You liked it comfortable, you liked a sure thing. You knew if you went for a promotion you’d probably have a good shot at it, but you were afraid to fail. Afraid to be bad at something. You knew your job like the back of your hand. You were good at it because you knew it so well. Your fear was what stopped you from taking a leap. From learning. From being out in the field. It was cowardly.

You were such a coward in fact that you had let this man walk all over you for so long, too afraid to question him and risk bringing down the fragile house of cards you’d built. Of course he didn’t respect you. How could he? You barely respected yourself.

There had been a moment though…When you questioned him about his soft treatment in the bathroom….how he held you…you could’ve sworn you saw a moment of weakness in his eyes. A hint of admission that you’d hit a nerve. That maybe it did all mean something.

But you couldn’t think like that anymore.

You needed to stop obsessing over every detail in an attempt to find the words he wasn’t saying. Stop fruitlessly trying prove to yourself that he cared about you. It was all so clear now. He didn’t. He never did.

As much as your heart ached, the revelation was freeing. You had your answer. It wasn’t the answer you wanted, but now you knew. You could draw a line under all of this and move on. Maybe, in time, find someone who would be proud to have you on their arm.

You smiled, the glimmer of optimism lifting you from your funk. In a strange way, Nick had given you a new lease of life. You would prove him wrong. Prove him wrong about all of it.

It was nearly 6am when you admitted defeat and accepted you weren’t going back to sleep. You normally didn’t get up til gone 7, but you decided to start your day. You had two choices: mope into your laptop and try to keep a low profile to avoid Nick, or walk into work with your head held high and prove he hadn’t broken you.

You chose the latter.

And…it wouldn’t hurt to show him what he was missing, would it?

First order of business - remove temptation. You deleted Nick’s messages from your phone. Deleted your call log with him. Blocked his number and deleted his contact. It wasn’t like he messaged you much anyway, but this way you avoided any urge to text him - and couldn’t be swayed if he tried to get back in touch (unlikely, but good to be sure). It felt a little sad to remove them, especially the easy back and forth of your banter in the early days. The little jokes. His compliments. All sent to the digital graveyard in the sky. You sighed. A good first step.

After showering, eating breakfast and firing off a few explanatory texts to Annie, you opened your closet to find something to wear to work. You flicked through your endless work blouses and pants, all perfectly fine, but you wore them everyday on rotation. Beige. Some were a bit too big, some a bit too bland. Your non-work clothes were too casual…you didn’t really have anything else to wear except…

….oh yes. The pencil dress.

Annie had given it to you some time ago, suggesting you could wear it to the office. She worked in fashion so was always trying to pawn off garments she thought would work for you. You’d laughed it off at first, the dress was nice - a fitted black number, flattering, pretty but still formal. But you wouldn’t wear something like that - certainly not to work! You’d stuck in the back of your closet and planned to stick it on eBay, but never got around to it. You were grateful for your past laziness.

As you pulled the dress from the hanger your phone buzzed. You held your breath for a second wondering if it was him - but of course it wasn’t. He was blocked. And he wouldn’t be messaging anyway.

It was Annie. She was always up at the crack of dawn doing yoga or Pilates, so it was no surprise she’d got back to you so quickly.

What!! Ugh that ASSHOLE. Sweetie, I’m sorry - but you are better off without him. I’ve always known he wasn’t good enough for you. Well done for walking away. You deserve so much more. Drinks this week, first round on me ❤️ A

You smiled as your phone buzzed again. Annie had sent an addendum.

Also - wear that pencil dress to work today. No arguments. Look fabulous. Make him sweat.

❤️ A

You laughed out loud, it was the first time you’d felt a bit of joy since Nick left. She was your best friend for a reason. You pulled on the dress, carefully rolling it down your body and zipping it up.

You looked in the mirror, immediately feeling a little anxious. You looked…good. That you couldn’t deny. But could you really wear this to work? It wasn’t overly revealing, it fit the dress code, but it hugged your figure in a way your other work clothes never did. Was this really you?

No. It wasn’t. But maybe that was a good thing. Maybe trying something not-you was a good idea.

Beige.

You inhaled deeply, your mind made up. You slipped on a pair of heels you rarely wore but kept for weddings and formal parties when you needed them. They were surprisingly comfortable, not painful stilettos you needed to hobble around in.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, surprised at how different you looked. But not hating it. Absolutely not.

You took a bit more time doing your hair and make-up than you would normally spend on work days. Once you finished, you surveyed your handiwork in the full length mirror. Not bad. Not bad at all. You felt a pang of confidence and you welcomed it gladly, a bright spot in the sea of your despair.

You snapped a selfie and sent it to Annie, who immediately fired back a series of flame and heart eye emojis. You chuckled.

It was now or never.

You felt sick as you walked to your desk, very aware of the additional attention you were receiving this morning. A few of your male colleagues said good morning, the ones who barely noticed you normally. You smiled weakly back in return, faintly angry that it took a tight dress to get them to show you some basic courtesy. Grant the security guy was polite at least.

A small wave of embarrassment hit as you sat down. Was everyone looking at you? Judging you? Did you look bad? Did they think you were trying too hard? God. This is why you preferred to blend into the background. Far less complicated.

But once you opened your laptop and started work, your nerves melted away. You threw yourself into your documents, tapping away at a report before comparing some photos of a potential target location. Busy was good. Busy meant your mind was occupied.

It was mid-morning when you got up to refill your coffee, the lack of sleep from last night finally catching up as your adrenaline began to wear off. You were just in the break room filling up your mug when you heard a chatter of voices enter the room.

Nick strolled in discussing a shipment of some kind with Director Walsh. You froze, feeling that nauseous feeling return as you noticed him, your heart pounding in your chest. Your body on fire.

He looked over at you for a moment before looking back at Walsh, but his eyes did a double take and he glanced back at you once more, a flash of surprise on his face before nodding in response to Walsh’s question.

You finished making your coffee as quickly as you could, desperate to get away and back to the safety of your desk.

Walsh’s cell rang and he sighed, excusing himself as he darted out of the room to take it. He was a good boss. A good leader. He was greying and slightly out of shape, but his presence still commanded everyone’s attention. You had always been in awe of him for that.

You waited for Nick to leave too, but you could feel his eyes on your back as you stirred your cup and picked it up to head back to your sanctuary.

“Nice dress” he finally said monotonously.

You turned, giving him a friendly nod as you tried not to look too deeply into those eyes of his. Not wanting to fall into them again.

“Thank-you, Agent Fowler”. You said politely.

He scoffed, shaking his head. “Oh…we’re doing that, are we?”

You looked at him quizzically. “Sorry? Doing what?”

He rolled his eyes. “You know exactly what. Formalities. Do you think I’m dumb? You wear the same clothes here day in, day out, and now suddenly after last night you’re wearing that? Don’t insult my intelligence, princess” he spat.

You looked down at the dress, then back at Nick. You hadn’t really expected such a direct response to it. You weren’t sure how you managed to compose yourself but you pushed through, ignoring the thumping in your ears and how dry your mouth had suddenly become.

“I’m sorry I don’t know what you mean…” you said plainly.

He chuckled. “Look, how things went down was…” he paused to think “Unfortunate…but we can still be adults about this. We need to be civil, we both need to work together”.

You nodded.

“So don’t play games and wear tight outfits for my benefit” he said sharply.

You sighed mockingly as if he had said the silliest thing you’d ever heard.

“Agent Fowler, I think you’ll find this is a work appropriate item of clothing that fits the dress code guidance. If you have an issue with my attire, please raise it with HR. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have work to be getting on with”.

With that you left the room without looking back, a small smirk on your lips.

Despite your cool facade you were on the verge on a panic attack once you sat back at your desk. You hadn’t expected Nick to confront you quite so directly. Still…you couldn’t deny it felt good to rattle him a little. Normally you were the one doting on him, begging for any scraps of attention he gave you like a stray dog - and here you were now - giving him the ice queen treatment and leaving him standing by himself.

You hoped it would get easier to be around him. You weren’t cut out for this dicey game of oneupmanship. Even if it was incredibly satisfying when it paid off.

You managed to throw yourself back into your work, ignoring the occasional admiring glance from some of your male colleagues.

You were concentrating hard when Director Walsh walked by your desk, his deep voice surprising you out of your trance as he said your name.

He knew your name?

He knew your name.

Maybe Nick wasn’t right about everything.

“Yes, Sir?” You smiled, looking up and giving him your full attention.

“You finished that Phoenix report yet?” He asked.

You nodded. “All good to go, I just needed to tweak some of the coordinates”.

He smiled approvingly. “Good work. Can you drop a hard copy over to Fowler ASAP? He’s going to be leading that Op now”.

Fuck.

You smiled again. “Of course, I’ll get right on that Sir”.

He gave you a small nod before disappearing across the office floor.

You sighed. You should’ve been delighted to have such a positive interaction with Walsh. Normally he barely acknowledged your existence. But he knew your name! He said good work!! Of course it was all tainted by having to speak to Nick…

You sent the report to the printer and picked it up on the way to Nick’s office. Just get in and out. Ignore any pointed little comments, respond with professionalism like you had earlier.

As you approached you could see his door was ajar. That was a good sign. He always closed it when he was inside working. You checked your watch. Lunchtime. He most likely wasn’t there, probably on some long lunch with another agent like usual, so you could leave the report on his desk and sneak off before he returned. Perfect.

You padded up to the door, not bothering to knock as you strode in because you assumed it was empty - only to hear a woman’s laugh and a snippet of conversation as you came inside.

“So…when are you taking me out again?” The female voice said coyly as you stepped through.

It was too late to retreat. Nick was sitting at his desk and leaning on it in front of him was Mace, the brilliant and beautiful agent. Nick’s colleague. She was so close to him she was practically in his lap. Nick was wearing the smirk you knew all too well.

Mace was, by all accounts, a badass, and just happened to be movie star gorgeous too. Your stomach sank.

Take her out again?

They both turned to look at you, confused by your presence.

“Oh…I’m-I’m sorry” you muttered. “The door was open so I…I didn’t think anyone was…oh…”

Nick stared over at you, his face giving nothing away as always.

Take her out again? When did they go out before?

You blinked, realising you hadn’t finished your explanation. You quickly regained your cool despite the heat burning in your cheeks.

“Apologies, Agent Fowler…I wouldn’t have barged in if I’d known you were here. I have the Phoenix report for you- Director Walsh said you needed it”.

You handed the report to him and he accepted it, nodding.

“Thank-you” he said impassively.

“And apologies again for the intrusion” you added.

He waved a hand dismissively and you moved to leave.

“You look nice today” Mace chirped as you passed her, her red hair glowing in the sunlight from the window.

You turned to face her, conjuring up the most genuine smile you could. “Thanks…”

She smiled back and you stole a quick glance at Nick as you left. He was just staring, his expression impenetrable.

Idiot. Idiot. Idiot.

It had been a few hours since the Mace incident and you’d been quietly spiralling at your desk ever since.

Ugh…you were dumb. Did you really think he was exclusively fucking you? Of course he’s been with other women - other women in the office even. And Mace is beautiful and talented and they travel together out on ops all the time - you were a fool for not figuring it out sooner.

Not only that, Mace was everything he said you weren’t. Established and respected in her career, at the top of her field, known by everyone in the CIA. She certainly wasn’t beige.

Here you were, playing stupid games in your stupid dress trying to provoke him while he was pursuing other women. How embarrassing.

You got your head down and continued to work for a bit longer until you realised you could smell a familiar cologne. You looked up to find Nick strolling to the desk behind you.

“Leigh” he said smugly.

Ugh. Agent Leigh. Hardly your favourite person. A frat boy who never grew up. Loud, brash, as subtle as a foghorn. You did your best to interact with him as little as possible. Fortunately the feeling seemed to be mutual as you were one of the few female staff members he didn’t try to corner at social events. He at least had the good sense to understand that you had no time for him.

“Fowler!” You heard him reply. He laughed his weaselly laugh and you suppressed an eye roll. “How’s life, my man?”

“Not bad, not bad” Nick responded. “Just seeing if you were available for drinks tonight - bit of a guy’s night, yknow”.

Leigh practically hollered. “Hell yeah, man! Where you thinkin’?”

“Ignite, downtown”,

“Sweet! Yes! Ignite has the hottest tail”.

You couldn’t suppress the eye roll this time.

Nick chuckled. “It does certainly attract a class of women who are easy on the eye”.

Pig. Asshole. Pig.

You knew he was doing this on purpose. Baiting you. Trying to get a reaction out of you after you bested him earlier. This was punishment.

“Exactly!” Laughed Leigh. “But you know me…I’m not fussy. If she’s got a pulse, I’m down”.

Grossgrossgross.

“Hey…Palmer, you coming?”

Leigh called over to Agent Palmer, who was sitting nearby and like you was unfortunate enough to bear witness to this scintillating conversation.

Palmer looked up and smiled weakly. “Not really my scene, I’ll pass”.

“It’ll be fun” Nick purred.

“Oh don’t be a pussy, man!” Leigh continued. “You need to get some ass, loosen up a little” he laughed.

You wrinkled your nose in disgust.

“Hey…c’mon man” Palmer said scoldingly. His gaze momentarily flickered over to you. “Don’t talk like that”.

“Oh…you worried about Miss Priss? Forget that hardass” Leigh laughed, referring to you.

You felt your head pound as you did your best to pretend you didn’t hear.

“Dude! Shut it!” Palmer said warningly. You could hear the anger in his voice. “Don’t be an asshole. That’s not cool”.

You looked at him, giving him a small, grateful smile. He smiled back sympathetically.

“He’s right, we’re at work” Nick interjected. “Let’s keep it to shop talk, okay?”

At least he’d shut it down. But you felt a pang of sadness that he hadn’t stood up for you like Palmer had.

Leigh exhaled. “Whatever, party poopers” he got up and headed towards the break room, giving Nick finger guns as he went. “See you at quitting time, Fowler. Hope your liver is ready for me”.

You could hear Palmer calling him a dick and asking if you were okay, but you felt far away - barely present.

You felt Nick lingering behind you but you couldn’t face turning around to look at him. You were flushed with embarrassment after Leigh’s comments. It was like you were back in high school and one of the popular kids was making fun of you. You tightly squeezed your mouse, pretending to be engrossed in your screen.

Beige. Beige. Hardass. Miss Priss.

No drive. No drive. No drive.

You glanced over to the window of Director Walsh’s office. He was sitting inside, squinting at his monitor. You knew he wasn’t busy. He always put in a 30 minute block in his calendar around this time, he claimed it was to catch up on emails and paperwork but you knew he mostly spent it bidding on eBay or reading sports news.

Now or never.

You had stood up before you fully realised what you were doing, striding over to Walsh’s office. The combination of Leigh’s assholery and humiliating truth about Nick and Mace ignited something in you that you couldn’t stop. You were fuelled by anger and disgust. Before you knew it you were knocking on his door.

“Sir? Do you have 5 minutes?” You asked cheerily, hoping he couldn’t see how upset you were.

Walsh looked up, clearly surprised to see you but gestured for you to take a seat.

You sat, then cleared your throat.

“What can I do for you?” He asked gruffly.

You swallowed. “Well, Sir, I’ve been here for five years now. In that time I’ve established myself as an essential team member - my briefing reports are thorough and meticulous, I always meet my deadlines. The agents know that whatever work they give me, it’ll be done quickly and to a high standard. Just ask any of them…”

He peered thoughtfully at you.

You cleared your throat again, trying to keep your nerves at bay.

“…and you see, I think, uh, well I know I’ve got even more to offer. I’ve got a keen eye for detail and a passion to learn. I’m ready for the next step. Not just do everybody’s background work. So…sir…I’d like to be…well, assigned to an op directly. To work alongside an agent on the strategy and planning. I…I just want a chance to prove I can, sir”.

You stammered slightly at the end, but sat up straight and clasped your shaking hands together in an attempt to appear calm and collected.

Walsh studied you, moving a finger to his lip as he considered your proposal. After what seemed like an eternity, he spoke.

“Okay”.

Your face brightened. “Okay? Really?”

He nodded. “You’re right. You’ve proven you’re competent. You deserve a shot”.

You grinned in return, trying to appear professional but unable to mask your glee.

“Thank you! Thank-you sir…I won’t let you down. I promise”.

He nodded again before walking to the door and calling out to the office floor.

“Palmer? A minute please”.

Palmer appeared seconds later, the curiosity evident on his face as he saw you sitting there.

Walsh sat down behind his desk and pointed between the both of you.

“The two of you are going to be working on Project Cotton together. Effective immediately. Palmer - She’ll be your number two - working with you on the strategy and logistics to prepare for you going out in the field. We’ll be taking her off her normal duties for a few weeks so please see to it that her other work is re-assigned amongst the other assistants”.

Palmer nodded. “Yes, sir”.

“Fowler will be out on Project Phoenix for a few weeks from tomorrow so I need you to lead on this” Walsh added. “It’s priority number one”.

“Absolutely, Sir. Understood”.

A new work opportunity. A chance to prove yourself and defy everyone’s impressions of you. Nick. Leigh. Walsh. Yourself. And no Nick hanging around to distract you. Distance and time to get over him.

It was almost too good to be true.

You beamed at Palmer. He smiled back.

“Looking forward to working with you” he said.

“Thank-you, Agent Palmer. The feeling is mutual”.

Chapter Four - The Ghost

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bangtanhoneys · 1 year ago

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BTS WEDDING SERIES: DIY Together

SEOKJIN

It had reached the two-week mark till your wedding and you and Seokjin had arrived on Jeju Island yesterday afternoon. With so many things to bring including Seokjin’s suit, your dress, some decor, favours and so much more, you had piled everything into the car and made the nine-hour journey from Seoul to Jeju. It had been a great idea at the time but when you finally arrived in your room, you didn’t want to think about wedding stuff. Sleep was the important thing.

However, the moment you sprung out of bed this morning, you had a checklist of things to do. You had already spoken to the wedding organiser, the company organising your decor, the cake maker, the catering and it wasn’t even lunchtime yet. Seokjin had been in charge of unloading the car (with strong warnings not to look into the bag that contained your dress) and bringing everything into your room while you made the phone calls.

“Are we done for the day?” Seokjin groaned, sitting down on the couch in the suite and kicking off his shoes.

“You are but I want to finish off everyone’s boutonnieres and I want to get started on the packaging for the favours,” you explained as you came out with the box with everything you needed.

Your groom-to-be took one look at the box and sighed, nodding. “Okay, let’s order some room service then I’ll help with the favours. I have no idea what the other thing is.”

“You’ll see,” you called over your shoulder as he disappeared to make the call and you settled on the floor in front of the couch, clearing the coffee table and laying everything you needed over it. You flicked the TV on, bringing up one of the many idol variety shows.

You were slowly crafting a fishing lure boutonniere, using artificial flowers that were going to match your decor of dreamy blues and pinks and a specific fishing lure that reminded you of Seokjin. And then you would do the rest of the boys and the fathers.

“That’s so well done,” Seokjin exclaimed when he came back with the food and stood over the coffee table, watching in amazement at how quickly you tackled your task. “Are they fishing lures?”

“Yup,” you nodded as you pulled your gaze away from the TV screen and to what you were making. “I’m just doing Jimin’s right now. Then I’ve got Tae’s and Jungkook’s then our fathers.”

“What an amazing idea. What am I doing?” he asked, clearing a small enough space to lay your lunch out.

After finishing Jimin’s fishing lure, you reached over and pulled out the box that was inside the other box. Inside were large white shells made of plastic and a black pen. “You need to count out how many of these we need for each table. These are the place cards,” you said as you handed over the box of white shells.

“You’ve really thought of everything,” Seokjin grinned as he held one shell up.

“Someone had to take control of the wedding planning.”

YOONGI

The spare room in the apartment you shared with Yoongi, Holly and the cat, had been turned into Wedding HQ as Yoongi had called it. Anything and everything that was related to the wedding had been put in the spare room with a desk, a chair and a mini fridge. It had become your DIY heaven with Yoongi only allowing in if he was helping.

The wedding was five days away and there was still plenty to be done according to the checklist you had on the wall. Families were coming in from Daegu, other families were coming from parts of South Korea and internationally as well. Rehearsals were going to take place in two days, your dress was at your mothers, the suits were ready to be collected and you had one final meeting with the venue and the florist who would be decorating the venue.

It was all systems go.

And it seemed Yoongi had realised that when he taken one look at the checklist.

He had woken you that morning, bright and early. Like 6am early. Shoved you out of bed, made you take a shower, took you on a coffee run with the dog to get breakfast and then had declared on the way back home that he was going to help you with whatever you needed doing relating to the wedding.

Including picking up at least four large boxes of tangerines which had been especially ordered for your wedding.

Thank god for the NBA and the reruns that kept the apartment from sounding empty as you both sat in front of it, the coffee table covered in various bits and pieces. Yoongi was carefully wiping down the small bottles of whiskey and pink gin, ready to put on the personalised stickers you had ordered.

You, on the other hand, were carefully writing everyone’s names on white card cut into the shape of leaves. These would be pinned into the tangerines as place cards for your guests.

“Is this good whiskey?” Yoongi asked, half way through cleaning the bottles.

“It’s from the same place you get your whiskey so I assume so,” you shrugged as you placed the card you had already done on the table.

“And the tangerines are for?”

“Do you not know anything?” you laughed, as you paused what you were doing and held the leaf. “This will be pinned into the tangerine, as a place card so the guests will know where they're sitting. The whiskey and the pink gin are favours for our guests.”

“Ah,” Yoongi hummed as he pulled the stickers closer to his face.

“Do you remember we’re getting married?”

The look you got in return said it all. Yes, he did, just about.

HOSEOK

While it seemed like a good idea at the time, Hobi was regretting what he had suggested. Doing it for the members as gifts had been an easy pastime that he could do on camera with ARMY and it was all in good fun, he could take his time and it would be that.

Making approximately 275 BTS friendship bracelets was proving rather difficult even if the wedding was two weeks away and he had barely got started. Thankfully the BT21 company had jumped in well beforehand and made all the charms to go with it to match each BTS member - an acorn for Hobi, a cat for Yoongi, a rabbit for Jungkook, an alpaca for Jin, a bear for Taehyung, a Koala for Namjoon and a chick for Jimin. They had also made all the colour beads that responded to each member: red, black, purple, pink, green, yellow and blue and they had made the name beads as well.

All Hobi had to do was put it all together.

You had finished the place cards yesterday and the moment Hobi had laid eyes on you, you knew what was going to be asked. Sure enough, you were in HYBE offices that looked like a conference room with all the coloured beads in each of their compartments with the charms in another box.

“This was a stupid idea,” Hobi muttered with a sigh as he tackled 39 bracelets he would have to make in his own colours.

“It is stupid but it’s cute. Who wouldn’t want a friendship bracelet, made by one of the BTS members personally for their wedding?” you mused as you tackled the 39 bracelets you had to make in Yoongi’s colours of black, grey with a cat and the beads representing Suga.

“I bet most of them will be sold.” he sighed as he finished one and held it aloft in triumph. “One down. Another 38 to go.”

“Why don’t you go on live with ARMY while you do this? I’ll just be over here with Suga,” you suggested as you held up the cat charm in question which really did look like Yoongi. He was going to be so pissed.

“It would make this go quicker,” Hobi nodded.

“And whatever we don’t finish here, we’ll take home. Maybe we can rope in the boys in return for cooking dinner,” you laughed as you finished off your Suga bracelet and began your second one.

“Don’t let Namjoon get hold of these, he’ll break them,” Hobi muttered as he got the camera set up. “Hi ARMY! Help!!”

NAMJOON

“Are you sure you don’t want me to help?”

“Joon, I’ve got this. You’ve got stuff you need to finish before the wedding which is just over a week to go. I can get these done today and then everything will be finished, and we don’t have to worry about a thing,” you promised as you made your coffee for the morning.

Namjoon was feeling guilty that he was leaving the last minute wedding prep to you while he dealt with finishing off producing and writing lyrics that were breathing down his neck. Not even the prospect of him getting married was allowing his schedule to slow down. If anything it was heating up, as they knew they wouldn’t have Namjoon for a whole week for the wedding and then the honeymoon which was going to last three weeks.

“Go on, I’ll be fine. I’ve got my podcast to catch up on, my office is cleared and ready to get started so go on,” you grabbed your mug filled with iced coffee and you kissed your future husband on the cheek, making your way to your office.

Sent in from America, specially stored and prepped for your wedding, the magnolia leaves were the perfect way to finish off your wedding. The centrepieces you had picked were long foliage runners, mixed in with glassware of candles or floating candles in water, with a few white peonies here and there. Your welcome sign was even decorated to match the same so these place cards were the final thing you needed.

130 names were on the computer screen, ready for you to copy. You had a table placed at the side with the table numbers on sticky notes so you could sort the names into the right tables then bag them up. You were very much organised, everything was done.

Dress collected, suits collected, final meetings apart from one with the venue were done. The florist was getting to work, your photographer and wedding videographer had been in touch. The music had been sent, your entertainment for the night and the day had confirmed the final playlist, the cake designer had confirmed they were baking the cakes and everything was going exactly according to plan.

Even the tickets for your honeymoon had arrived early, along with a new passport for Namjoon.

With your podcast playing on Spotify, you settled in your chair with your marker pen and got to work. It was a bit tedious writing out the names in white marker and thankfully you ordered extra pens and leaves for mistakes.

“Okay, I’m here to help,” Namjoon popped into your office with his own mug of coffee.

“You finished already?” you questioned, turning down the volume on your speakers.

“Half-way but I wanted to come and help and then I’ll go back to it.”

He took the leaves you had already done and the printed list of tables with the guest in the right spot, starting to put each leaf with the right table. In the end, it was the perfect team effort.

JIMIN

It seemed like an easy thing to pick when it came to favours. If anything, Jimin had picked it long before you had even thought about it. And nothing had been said until 150 mini bottles of expensive champagne had arrived at your front door two weeks before your wedding date.

Thankfully you were quite skilled when it came to card and paper and printing stuff so you had spent the night printing 150 tags to tie around the bottles with ‘cheers’ and your wedding date on it, with space to write the guests name if you wanted to.

Jimin, being Jimin, decided that today would be the day you would tie these tags on the bottles and make a date night out of it with takeaway pizza and burgers and some Korean food, some wine to finish it off and the show you both had been dying to see.

“You know, I never realised how much goes into a wedding until we started planning ours,” Jimin commented as he folded his legs underneath him while cutting the pink ribbon to the size you wanted.

“I didn’t realise how much you had to think about the guests more than the bride and groom,” you laughed as you punched holes in the top of the pink card, admiring the way the gold writing glittered under your living room lamps.

“That’s true, we’ve dedicated a whole menu and cake to them and now this,” he added after stopping to count how many ribbons he had actually cut. “But then again, it’s all worthwhile, right?”

“Yeah, the photographs will look nice.”

“I didn’t mean that!” Jimin gently pushed at your shoulder, allowing all the ribbon to fall to the floor.

“We’ll never get these finished if you don’t stop daydreaming,” you added as you put the cards you had finished on the table before you. “And don’t even think about testing them either.”

TAEHYUNG

Trying to figure out what favours to do for 800 people was a nightmare. Trying to print out 800 place cards was an even bigger nightmare but the night before you were due to fly out to Los Angeles, you had managed to do it. The favours, however, still remained a mystery.

However, you had landed in Los Angeles three weeks before your wedding with your parents, your wedding dress, all the extra bits and pieces that needed to be brought over and Taehyung would follow on in a few days after finishing up some schedules.

That meant you had plenty of time to get started on the place cards with your mother and father helping. You had found a place not far from the apartment that sold little red roses made out of red velvet and they had enough for you to finish off the place cards in your hotel suite, with your father sticking the rose down on the card you had cut and your mother sorting them out into tables.

“What are we going to do for favours?” you had asked Taehyung the first night in Los Angeles.

“I’ll see what I can think of.”

“Because we have designers and celebrities.”

The chuckle you got and reassurances did nothing to stem the worry. You knew this was going to be a wedding people would talk about for the next year or so and that was a constant worry for you - to make it deeply personal to you and Taehyung but also taking into consideration of who was coming.

However, the worry was for nothing because Taehyung came up with the idea when got to the hotel room with an extra suitcase. “Books! Look at these,” he said as he opened the suitcase and pulled out second-hand books that looked like they had come from the 1920s or 1930s.

However, some were newer including a well-read copy of the Godfather and the Great Gatsby.

“I guess we need to go book shopping then.”

JUNGKOOK

It was great having a talented boyfriend, sorry, fiance. And it was great when he had plenty of artistic talent that he wanted to use on the wedding in its final stages and final two weeks. You were set up in his parent's house, using the spare room to sleep and store all the things you had brought with you including your dress.

Seokjin, however, was in charge of bringing Jungkook’s suit and the rings and anything important that Jungkook should have been in charge of. Not that you didn’t trust him, you knew how distracted he got.

How he managed to sit himself down at his parents' dining table that was covered in newspaper as he painted the wooden names in black paint which were going to be your guests' place cards.

You, on the other hand, were very carefully prepping the 100 candles the two of you had chosen together. The scent represented the two of you - vanilla for Jungkook, blueberry for you with a hint of eucalyptus. 100 black stickers had been printed with your initials and the date of your wedding in white writing with small purple flowers.

If there was one thing people were going to take from your wedding, it would be the colour scheme.

“How many more of these do I have left?” Jungkook asked, bambi eyes focused on making sure he left no piece of wood uncovered and that the black paint covered everything.

“You’ve got another fifty to go,” you answered as you looked up from where you were smoothing the stickers down the glass of the candle.

“At least it’s not 800 guests like Tae-hyung,” he laughed as he set the name down on a spare piece of paper on the table and picked up another name to paint.

“We’ve got one of the smallest weddings to be fair,” you picked up another candle and breathed in the scent, letting Jungkook sniff it as he leaned over to have a look. “And we’ve gone for the simple ideas of place cards and favours.”

“That’s why we’re the genius couple.”

“Go Team Jeon.”

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