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shelby-love · 4 years ago

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SIRIUS BLACK

A little Bit of Amortentia

Requested: yes

Prompts: none

Warning(s): none this is a certified fluff piece (2.3K words)

Author’s note: I had so much fun writing this! Harry Potter is such a great world, and I’d love to explore more of it. Requests for HP are OPEN!!

P.S for everyone wondering Remus is actually my favorite out of the Marauders

"Well I still think you're missing out," Lilly stated after a long rant and because of how sweet she was, she had decided to stop her mouth right at that sentence.

You only laughed lightly, pushing through the student body with Lily Evans hot on your robe. "Sneaking out to Hogsmeade is something I'm fine with missing out on."

She shook her head, determination settling hard in her brow. "That's beside the point."

"Then what is the point?" You asked, hugging your textbook closer to your chest. When you noticed that the auburn-haired girl was no longer by your side you bunched your brows together and turned around. "Lily? Lily, what are you doing?"

Her eyes were wide, bright green eyes blazing at you. "You seriously have no idea?"

You had idea of course. So much so that you felt embarrassed by the mere thought of it…

Him.

"Come Lily. We're late for Potions."

She shook her head and followed you reluctantly, only because she knew that your professor would surely be disappointed if you two showed up late. Lily and you were after all, Horace Slughorn's favorite students.

"This isn't over," She mumbled.

Perhaps for her it wasn't. Lily Evans tended to see the best in all people. It was the good in her that made her give in to James Potter little after Christmas this year after hating him her entire schooling at Hogwarts.

"He matured a lot," she would tell you, and while that might have been true for James it surely wasn't true for the boy you laid your desires upon.

Sirius Black.

Either he was purposely ignoring you, or he really was a dimwit.

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"Amortentia is the most powerful love potion in the world. It is distinctive for its mother-of-pearl sheen, and steam rises from the potion in spirals." Horace Slughorn informed, keeping a safe distance from the steaming love potion. The rest of the girls in the class not so much. Each of them neared the potion little by little with a boy in mind. Lily and you both shared the same thoughts as those love-obsessed girls – only you didn't show it. Despite having boys in mind, Lily and you stood put.

"Lily, dear, how about you come here and tell us what you smell?"

You hard-pressed your shoulder against hers as she smiled shyly, obvious to what she was going to smell. James Potter stood at the other end of the assembly of students, looking at his lovely girlfriend with pure adornment.

For a second, they had you wondering if you could ever find love like that.

"Do you know why I asked Lily to tell us what she smells?" Horace asked, sending you a look that had a simple meaning.

"Because the potion is supposed to smell differently to each of us, according to what attracts us…" You answered quickly, just like he wanted you to.

"Marvelous Y/N. Good job," Slughorn praised you whilst ushering Lily to tell you all what she smelt. From the corner of your eye you managed to catch James' sly smirk as his eyes darted from you, to his very uninterested friend.

Sirius Black.

You swallowed, focusing your eyes on your best friend that stood in front of the potion, holding her hair so it doesn’t fall into the potion with a face as red as a tomato. "Vanilla, freshly cut oranges and –"

He cheeks flamed even more if that was even possible. She dashed away from the love potion and stood back next to you without revealing the third thing, although everyone knew already. James was grinning like an idiot. "What was the third smell?"

She shyly turned her mouth to your ear, "James' quidditch uniform."

You laughed out loud before Lily shushed you down frantically.

It was all fun and games until Horace called out for you, "Y/N would you mind telling us what you smell? Don't be shy now, come."

A part of you wanted to say "Yes, professor I would mind." but the other more rational, and smarter part of you had tied your hands behind your back in defeat. Lily gave you a push and sooner than later you found yourself standing over the love potion.

"I-I smell…" You inhaled slowly, the potion's fumes filling you up. Several different scents found their way into your nostrils, making you have a hard time deciphering them because of the sensual overdrive they gave you. "Roses…the smell of sea and-"

"Oh no," you mumbled, barely audible for everyone but yourself.

"Was there something you wanted to say dear?" Horace asked, having heard your mumbling barely.

"No…I um, smell petrichor," You stated somewhat awkwardly but very, very quickly. "You know, um, when the r-rain hits the ground…"

"Ah, yes," realization dawned upon your professor. "A lovely smell. A lovely smell indeed. Very well, miss Y/LN thank you. You may go back to your place."

Lily Evans waited for you, beaming, "Mind telling me what the third smell was?"

"Shut it Lily."

"But I told you mine!"

***

You glanced at the sign above the pink looking door and sighed. Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop, it said. You had known about this small tea shop that was located on a side road off the High Street in Hogsmeade Village even before you had arrived at Hogwarts. A boy from Hufflepuff had taken you there on a date once, sometime during your fifth year. It wasn't an especially pleasant memory, being cramped and surrounded by snogging couples at only 15 with a boy you didn't particularly like that way. Nevertheless, it had happened, and there was nothing you could do about the lingering memory.

The overall cute place was owned by Madam Puddifoot; the same woman who dearly welcomed you in the moment you stepped through the door.

You hoped to spot Lily there, after all that's why you were there. When the front of your little notebook changed under the influence of the Protean charm, you knew it was Lily instantly. While the Marauders had their own tricks, maps and such, Lily and you had thought of something far more practical. It would do you good, the charm, as it was expected to be known by every student that wants to take the N.E.W.T.

A win-win situation that was.

But although Lily Evans was nowhere to be seen, you still decided to sit down, trusting her not to pull any tricks on you. Save for the snowy weather, your day has been good so far and you didn’t want anyone to disrupt it.

Cautiously, you sat down and leaned against the plush sofa, discarding your scarf and coat along the way.

"What can I get ya lovely?" A sweet woman asked, hearts practically swimming within her irises. A pale pink apron with daisies was secured tightly around her waist, dolling her up prettily.

"I actually won't be staying, I'm waiting for-" You started, although you were sure in the fact you were going to have to buy gilly water at the very least. Even waiting comes at a price here.

But that didn't seem to be the case as the bells jingle and a dark figure waltzes through. The ladies' man, a member of the Marauders that had the most beautiful features pursued by impeccable dark hair and grey eyes walked in without a care in the world. Sirius didn't know it, but he had your toes curling every time.

You immidiately glanced around the cute shop, seeing nothing but loving couples.

No lone girl in the shop save for you.

Realization struck you in the gut and you swallowed, wanting now more than ever to disappear into a hole…or turn into a little bird and fly away.

His eyes swept across the stuffed shop, getting attention of several girls who were obviously there on a date. Boys exchanged distasteful glances between themselves, sensing Sirius to be an equal competitor that could easily give them a run for their money. "Y/N?"

You dared to say his voice softened upon seeing you. "Sirius."

Sirius' smile widened teasingly. It looked like the smile he would give his best of friends.

But you didn't want that. Not that you would tell him that.

He glanced around the shop once again before slipping into the free chair opposite of you. Without a care in the world, he stripped his snowy coat off his shoulders, his muscles tensing under the movements.

You swallowed.

"I'll have some butterbeer thank you," Sirius said, pulling out a generous amount of sickles for the waiting waitress you forgot was even standing there.

"And the lovely lady?" She mused, giving you a wink.

"Pumkin juice." You choke out.

Like a real gentleman, Sirius halted your attempt to pay for your drink with a raised hand and a wink.

Why does everyone keep winking?

You shook your head at the rogue thought.

"4 sickles young lad."

Sirius handed her the coins and she disappeared, leaving a trail of literal hearts whisking underneath her steps. "Talk about exaggeration."

Sirius' low chuckle at your random comment had you flustered immediately.

"So –" You both voiced at the same time.

"No, you first." You said quickly, brushing some misplaced strands of hair out of the way.

"You can go fi-"

You gave Serius the look you would usually give Remus and James many times on many different occasions; the one that said not to argue with you. Only this time it felt like a completely different look. It intrigued the stubborn boy even more; dragging him deeper into the pit of feelings he had for you.

"Fine," he said, casually twining his fingers atop the table. "I have a question."

"Um…o-kay."

He smiled at your nervousness and decided at that moment to just blurt out the question that's been nagging him since it happened. "What did you smell during potions yesterday?"

"Y-you mean when I smelled the Amortentia?" The strongest love potion ever created that had the ability to reveal ones biggest attractions with a simple sniff. “That potion?”

"Mhmm," he said. "If you tell me what you smelled, I'll tell you what I smelled."

"You must be bloody joking," You exclaimed. Almost everyone knew that you smelled someone. Not just the rain and roses. Someone.

Unlike with Lily, they had no idea who it was.

No one knew save for Lily who probably told James.

Who probably told Remus?

Remus, Peter…

Sirius.

A million thoughts raced through your head. What at first was a blind date will turn out to be the biggest prank the Marauders ever pulled on someone. The biggest prank in Marauders history. You were sure of it.

"I-I should go," you muttered, grabbing your bag and coat in a haste to get out.

Sirius' eyes went wide in alarm, "What are you doing, Y/N? Where are you going?"

"Away from you," You said sternly. "I don't plan on being your new plaything so just leave me alone."

"Woah, woah, woah. Why would you think that?" He asked with what looked like genuine confusion as he held your hands in a vise grip to stop you from leaving.

"B-because…" Words stopped coming once you realized.

Telling him the reason behind it would ruin everything.

"Because you like me?"

You stared at him in shock, eyes widened to the size of a quidditch snitch. No, a bludger. "I don't know what to say to that."

Sirius outright laughed at you and your attempt to conceal what you both already knew, "Look…"

You swallowed.

"I like you too Y/N."

"I know, so let's just forget this ever happen- Wait what did you just say?"

The two of you were, unbeknownst to you in that moment, holding hands atop the cute table, looking like a real couple at that moment to anyone who walked into the shop.

"I like you," He repeated slowly, more audibly for you to comprehend this time. "I know I've been a…"

"Bully," You butted in quickly.

"No I wasn't!"

"Severus begs to differ," You reminded.

"Whatever," Sirius brushed you off, tightening his hold on your two hands. Warmth seemed to come off him in waves, making it all the more comfortable to be in his hold. No wonder girls fawned around him. "What I'm trying to say is – the four of us were idiots, and you were the girl I thought I didn't deserve."

You almost melted.

"So, when I saw what James has with Lily," He confessed. "I wanted that…but with you."

"So why didn't you come up to me?"

"Thought you'd reject me," He said quickly.

"True."

The way he looked at you had you tumbling down your brain for word, "B-but you've changed… And I like you too Sirius."

"I'd like to take you out somewhere else," Sirius proposed. "If you'd have me."

"Of course," You smiled, for the first time freely. "I'd like that very much."

Never in a million years would you have guessed this would be happening; Sirius standing behind you, helping you with your coat…

And holding your hand on the way out.

"You still didn't tell me."

“Tell you what?”

"What you smelled in the Amortentia."

The question didn't sound so attacking as it did 10 minutes ago, and you felt like you could answer it with more ease. "You really want to know?"

"Yes, I would like that very much."

"Fine," You stopped somewhere in the middle of the square, feeling quite brave and bold. "You."

He didn't look surprised, maybe relieved more than surprised. The relief shone in his grey eyes, you could see it. His long black hair blew against the wind that swept through Hogsmeade in a wildly matter. Sirius seemed closer now more than ever as he gazed into your eyes. Whilst you probably looked crazy in the cold wind, the weather only seemed to compliment the once a big troublemaker before you.

"Good."

You creased your brows, "You didn't tell me what you smelled."

Sirius chuckled, "You of course."

Pleased with his answer, you let him do something you've been dreaming about for quite some time.

He kissed you.

The kiss felt electrical, making your body go haywire. Sparks, as cliché as they sound, they were there, present from the moment the kiss started and until it ended. Sirius had his warm hand against your cold cheek, bringing you closer than ever before.

You hadn't shared this with any other boy save for the one you were with right now.

You didn't have what Lily and James did because their love was theirs and theirs only.

Sirius and you will build a love of your own. Something characteristic to you two only. Here in Hogsmeade, or wherever in the world. A long life was ahead of you and you, now more than ever, felt like you could do anything.

Even pass the N.E.W.T.

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lune-hime · 4 years ago

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Garden of Tulips (Levi/Reader) Chapter 3

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“What did it look like?”

“Hmm?” Levi looked up from his place next to your sleeping form. “The titan that tried to snack on my darling granddaughter.” “Ugly as fuck.” “Aren’t they all?”

Levi recounts memories of the reader and their shared life together while she recovers from a serious injury.

!!WARNINGS!! - Violence, gore, smut, wholesome content ;)

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Tulipa kolpakowskiana ~ A tulip whose golden glow resembles the sunrise of a new day.

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Levi regained consciousness with a jolt, heart racing and tears bubbling behind his eyes.

Another nightmare.

I guess a good night’s sleep was too good to be true. He honestly didn’t remember how he dealt with his nightmares before you, and now you weren’t here to help. Levi had to resist his urge to leap up and crawl into bed next to you. Your well-being and your grandmother’s threat kept him in the guest room.

The sky was edging with light, signaling it was early in the morning. Levi knew from over 20 years of garbage sleeping habits that he would not fall back into slumber, nor did he want to. Instead, he opted for rising with the sparrows chitting just outside the peeling window. He lifted himself up from the sheets, and groaned as the tightness in his joints fought back. Releasing the tension from his body with several alarmingly loud cracks, he arose and turned down the hall towards your room. The light casted a muted glow over your bed, the sheets bathing in a cool yellow hue. Your form was still as motionless as it was yesterday; arms neatly folded at your sides, hair neatly brushed out of your face. You looked like you a model in a museum exhibit which sent Levi’s stomach churning. Your grandmother must have already attended to your wounds because as he sat down next to you he regarded the fresh bottle of alcohol and roll of bandaging. That would explain your clean look as well. A partially eaten jar of applesauce and used spoon were neatly placed on the nightstand. Levi let out a sigh of relief that you were able to keep some food down.

“Good morning.” He greeted in a hushed tone. Usually in the early hours of the morning, he would be conscious of how loud he was being as to not drag you out of sleep. But now all he wanted was for you to wake up, to respond to his voice. Your skin looked as fragile as glass, with too much pressure you would shatter into the satin. Warmth was rising to your cheeks, though, which was an improvement from yesterday.

He wasn’t sure if you could hear him but he continued to talk to you anyway, about the expedition, about his interactions with your grandmother, about the beautiful tulips. He could have remained by your bedside for an eternity until a rancid smell passed through his nostrils. Repulsed, he looked around the room for a clue to its origin until-

Oh shit, it's me.

The master bathroom was rather spacious with polished tiles and copper embellishments. The tub was enormous , so large that Levi felt like a child within it. Where had the old woman acquired all of this lavish furniture?

Treading over to the basin he twisted the golden knob and let the water run over his other hand, testing it until it was a soothing temperature. Leaving the tub to fill, he wandered around the bathroom. He turned in the mirror to regard the back of his shoulder. A sparse breath puffed from his lips. He had never actually bothered to look at his wound the night before. His skin was stained a deep purple that spanned most of his shoulder.

Disrobing fully, he carefully stepped into the tub, goosebumps prickling all over his body when the warmth kissed his skin. He sunk into the water, the steam visibly emanating from the pool. Levi let out a breathy sigh and his pupils lulled to the back of his eyes as he relished in the soothing hands of the water. He couldn’t hold back his moan as the water numbed his swollen skin and sent him into a temporary state of peace.

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“I feel so icky.” You whined, bouncing in an exaggerated manner. The way your limbs were flailing around made Levi snort. Expeditions were never fun and neither was coming home from one. The unwanted pinching along your ribs, the dull aching everywhere, and discolored plum pigmented spots that bloomed on your skin never failed to be your welcome home present.

It had become a tradition for you and Levi to sleep in his quarters after particularly taxing scouting excursions as he claimed his bath was more effective at getting the blood and soot out of every crevice of the body than yours. Honestly you didn’t doubt his reasoning with all the cleaning products he used on a daily basis.

“Me too.” Levi dittoed, exhaling with a groan as he removed his left boot. The leather leaving his foot made a satisfying pop. Lifting the shoe to his face, he examined the contents with a knit brow. He must have been unsatisfied with what he saw because his features contorted into a grimace and his tongue peeked out from behind his teeth in distaste.

You barely heard the softly spat fucking disgusting before he removed the other one and neatly set them in the corner by the door. Upon releasing his other foot from its confines, he then immediately retreated into the bathroom. As you began removing your own boots, the harsh sound of water running filled the otherwise quiet room. The moment you bent down to remove your shoe, the pinching in your side intensified.

“Fuck.” You hissed breathily, hand reaching awkwardly to massage the tender area.

“What is it?” Levi’s call was distorted by the flowing bathwater. He apparated into the doorway, nimble fingers halting at the fourth button on his shirt.

“Nothing, I just have a cramp.” You explained, attempting to wave his concern off with a small grin. Your foolery was cut short, however, when your body refused to bend further than your knees. You stretched half way down your legs before your body decided that was far enough, leaving you rocking back and forth like an inchworm as you grappled at the lacing on your boot.

Levi pursed his lips, inhaling his almost-chuckle, and left his post in the doorway to kneel before you. He gently rose each foot and slipped both your boots off, cringing when more foreign substances were discovered. Your eyes met in silent disgust, neither of you really wanting to investigate further. Once your socks were removed, Levi’s fingers danced over the sole of your foot mischievously. A crackled squeak left your lips and you lightly kicked him with what strength you had left. He didn’t attempt to cage his laughter this time and his hearty chuckle danced around the chamber.

“I can get my shirt.” You stated, a determined glint shining through the bags under your eyes.

“Oh?” Levi challenged with a hint of jest in his tone. With a raised brow he rose to his feet and disappeared back into the bathroom.

It was going well until you missed one button and that was all it took for you to become a tangled mess. It was like you were playing a game of twister by yourself. Levi barely heard the tiny help that was muffled by the haphazardly folded fabric wrapped around your limbs. You waited for a moment, staring at the inside of your shirt and your arm starting to get tingly from its awkward position at the back of your neck. Then a light tug cleared your vision and you were faced with Levi’s bare chest. He had successfully managed to remove the garment off your constricted torso without causing your side to act up.

“My hero.” You thanked in a sweet voice, more fatigued than you should have been from that ordeal. He responded with a kiss on your forehead before resigning towards the bathroom yet again.

“Do you want to go first?” You proposed, running your fingers through your mussed hair to check for any unidentifiable materials. Fortunately they came back empty handed.

“I thought we could go together.” He suggested, his belt coming undone with a metallic gingle. Once it was coiled and placed in his dirty hamper he turned towards you and waited expectantly.

“Lemme just put my clothes away and I’ll join you.” You said, undoing the buckles of the straps that snaked around your thighs.

“You need help with your pants?” Levi offered casually as he began to fiddle with the zipper of his own.

“Trying to get into them, Mr. Ackerman?” You retorted with the quip of an eyebrow.

“Only if it gets you into the bath faster.” Levi returned your accusation, his eyes shining with amusement. The lazy familiarity in his gaze beckoned you to remove the rest of your uniform with haste.

Now clad in only your underwear, you shuffled into the lavatory a few minutes later. Walking into the room felt like entering the inside of a soothing flame. The candles Levi had lit casted the room in a warm and silky blanket of light and their comforting atmosphere almost made you melt into a pool of candle wax the instant you entered the space.

The luxury of his bathroom was a stark reminder of your days as a cadet and you constantly thanked the heavens that you no longer needed to take community showers. The time you had accidentally walked into the boy’s shower room left a deep scar that had the situation playing forever on a loop.

Your companion had himself already submerged under the frothing water. The airy bubbles outlined his reclined form and clung to his pale skin as if they were afraid he would part from their lavish cradle. The smell emanating from the bath was of lavender, a scent you recognized as Levi’s birthday gift from Erwin. He was too crass to admit it, but the amount of times he used the bath salts and the way his body practically became one with the foam betrayed his indifferent fasad.

He had not yet registered your presence, the enticing embrace lulling Levi’s eyes shut and parting his rosy lips. Your heart could not contain itself and began fluttering against every surface of your body. He lolled his head back to look at you when your steps hit the tile with a little too much force. His lips upturned and eyes slowly opened into a blissful expression.

Reaching back to unclasp your bra, your gaze momentarily fell to the side of the tub. Just as you began to slide the straps down your shoulders, a slight sloshing of water from the tub halted your movements. Levi was regarding you boyishly, an enamored smile gracing his porcelain features. The pure domesticity of the situation caused a garden of warmth to cultivate in your heart, spreading through your bloodstream and pooling at your cheeks. Your faltering caused a velvety chuckle to rumble through his chest.

“What? I can’t watch you?” He purred, blinking slowly and smiling contently. To him, you were the most exquisite thing in such a grimy world. Even if you were grimy, too, at the moment.

“I- uh, no it's okay.” You flushed and continued to undress. The garment fell to the floor with a soft clatter. You eyed him once more as your fingers brushed the silky hem of your underwear.

His smile only deepened, and his eyes refracted the candle light and the way the flame danced within them mimicked a sunset along a silvery sky. He had stopped hiding his smiles from you long ago.

“You know I can’t count the amount of times I��ve seen you naked before.”

You breathed out a laugh, too exhausted, too flustered, and too eager to relax to come up with a snarky comeback. You planted yourself at the side of the tub and made a moving gesture with your hand.

“Scoot up.” You instructed. Levi blinked a couple times before obeying, the bubbles relentlessly sticking to his skin as he glided up the tub. You slipped in behind him, immediately feeling the bruises and scratches of the battle being subdued by the heated water. Guiding his shoulders back so his body was pressed against your chest, he practically melted into your embrace at the feeling of your plush skin.

Delicate hands glazed over his torso, spreading the bubbles up his chest with the tranquil pitter-patter of water. A shiver followed in their wake, chasing the feeling of your touch when your hands left him to lather themselves in shampoo.

“How are you feeling?” You asked sweetly, working your foamy palms through his obsidian locks.

“Nothing hurts more than usual.” He sighed, muscles involuntarily flexing under your minstraitions.

“That’s not what I meant.”

His response was not surprising to you. You had grown accustomed to the delay in response in regard to emotional questions. While Levi often confided in you, he still had his affliction with expressing is inner turmoils. Yet, the closer the two of you grew and the more time you spend together, the shorter that intermittent silence became. Your teeth worried at the inside of your cheek in anticipation as you massaged the clipped hair at the base of his head.

“Nothing hurts more than usual.” Levi repeated but this time with a gentler tone. It signaled not to press further but allowed you to sense meaning behind his words. You nodded in understanding. Seasoned soldiers became numb to the bloodshed of war to a certain degree but any weathered scar still holds the potential to bleed.

“How are you feeling?” Levi asked and gingerly traced patterns along your thigh.

“This expedition seems like child’s play compared to the one in a few weeks.” You said with a tinge of worry lased in your statement. Levi hummed in agreement and craned his neck to give you better access to the area of hair next to his ear. The two of you had avoided talking about it too in depth as you knew what dwelling on heavy tasks during the time of a current expedition would place you both in a bad mental state.

“It will be risky, but Erwin knows what he’s doing. He-” Levi was unable to complete his train of thought when you tugged just right on a section of his hair. He let out a husky moan that mingled with the steamy flush of the tub and what heat resided within your face was now pooled between your legs.

His body went rigid in embarrassment and you immediately halted your massaging. His sensuous reaction surprised both of you but it was endearing that even after all this time, the two of you could still be so bashful in front of each other. You could never get enough of his vulnerability, a side he reserved deeply for you.

“Felt good?” You giggled, smoothing your palms over his shoulders. The plush press of your breasts against his back drew a shaky breath from deep within him. In one fluid moment, Levi sank under the water and reemerged facing you. The sight before you sent an electric stream volting through your nerves. The dark expanse of his wet tresses framed the ravishing galaxy that swirled vividly within his eyes. His canines toyed with his lower lip, determined to get even with you for laughing.

“Not as good as how you are about to feel.” His voice was so low it seemed to vibrate the whole tub and sent a shockwave of pleasurable currents across your skin. He licked his lips languidly, carefully grabbing your thighs and adjusting your legs so they rested atop of his. Now it was his hands that smoothed down the heated skin of your arms, stomach, thighs, the cusp of your breasts, and gliding along your shoulders. He placed tender open mouthed kisses against the shell of your neck, collarbone, and then again to the swell of your breasts. The touch left your skin burning with desire and with every exhale the steam thickly materialized above you. Your body curled into his, the need for friction becoming unbearable. It was Levi who now chuckled in delight when his fingers found your core. The moan he drew from you made him light-headed and left his consciousness as fuzzy as the humidity of the bathroom.

Just as Levi began intensifying his strokes, his movements began to grow lazy. You started feeling sluggish as well, the sultriness of the room lulling you into a sleepy daze. As the immense exhaustion from the expedition caught up with your bodies, the two of you let the water earnestly lap at your slumped forms. For how long, you did not know. Levi’s eyelids drooped and you became aware of the dark lilac bags residing under them. Your sore side too decided it wanted in on the fun and started singeing the right half of your body. You were about to tap Levi to get him to move when his head suddenly dipped, the sweet release of sleep getting the better of him. His head only touched your shoulder for a second before it snapped upward. The disoriented expression he wore caused you to bark with laughter.

“I’m trying to be sexy.” He pouted, the cosmic hue of his eyes fading to a dull gray. He squeezed your thighs playfully.

“If we don’t get out of this tub soon we are both going to fall asleep and drown.” You squeaked, hitting his shoulder lightly and moving off of him to step out of the tub. He gently held you in place.

“I need to wash your hair first. Turn around.” He said tiredly. You could barely distinguish his request through his lofty yawn.

“Okay, but don’t take too long or we’ll get all pruney.” You remarked after popping a stray bubble caught on his cheek.

“SIR! REPORTING FOR MORNING CLEANING DUTY.” The shrill voice cracked with the breath of a fresh morning. Whoever was yelling really had pipes.

“Shut the hell up, Jaeger. She’s still sleeping.” Levi’s annoyed chiding was much harder to hear from the otherside of the closed bedroom door. Shuffling and muffled fumbling for what you expected was the sanitation equipment followed the commotion.

“How are you so energetic at the ass crack of dawn?” Levi tsked and playfully hit the cadet atop the head with a folder just as the boy picked up his duster.

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Levi’s head had begun to ache with a dull blurriness after spending a sizeable amount of time in the bath. His temple cooed under the pressured glides of his pruney fingers before resigning to get up, lest becoming the embodiment of a raisin. He heaved himself out of the heavenly pool, dizziness immediately enveloping him when his feet touched the bathmat.

Upon returning to his room he found a freshly folded pile of clothes awaiting him on the leather lounge chair. The garments were a little too posh for his liking but anything was better than the tattered remnants of his uniform. The finished look made Levi huff in mild surprise. The scarlet dress shirt fit snugly on his shoulders and highlighted the curvature of his biceps. He got rid of the excess billowing of the torso by tucking it snuggly into his slacks. The pants were expertly tailored, an indication they originated from a higher class, and complemented every outline and muscle of Levi’s lower half.

Except for length.

Muttering to himself about the inconvenience in the height difference between the previous owner of these clothes and himself, he began thinking of ways to alter the outfit so he didn’t look like a child or walls forbid a hobbit.

After rolling each pant leg up neatly just past his ankles with slight irritation, he perched the suspenders utop of his shoulders and padded over to the mirror. Clearly whoever these clothes belonged to was much taller than he. But he didn’t hate it. In fact, he sort of liked how he looked. He twisted his body this way and that to garner as close as he could get to a 360 degree view. He gave himself an approving nod and grabbed a piece of stationary and a pen before exiting the room. He made his way downstairs but not without peeking into your room once more.

The house had a much different aura than the night before. The sunlight extended its pale tendrils through the polished glass and beckoned Levi to sit at the small table in the corner next to dutch door window. He placed the stationary on the carved wood and gasped when his back suddenly cracked. It was then he realized just how sore and exhausted he still was even after the bath.

He needed caffeine badly. Your coffee addiction was, unwantedly at first, rubbing off on him. Before the two of you were close he had no interest in dirt water as he called it. However, you slowly opened him up to a new world where long nights were made substantially easier and when his tea just didn’t cut it. Levi had been conditioned to like the strong way you made it, but it was indeed an acquired taste.

Thumbs absentmindedly played with the fabric of the suspenders as he scanned the spacious room for a french press. Now that yesterday’s adrenalin had been cleansed from his head, he could see the room clearly. The room was filled with life, literally. Plants were everywhere; potted and leaves overflowing from their confines. The wood was more polished and artistic than his glazed eyes had seen the night before. The decor emitted wealth and pretentiousness yet it gave him the opposite feeling. He felt like he was at home, and he didn’t know what to do with that feeling.

Locating the french press next to one said plant, Levi brewed his drink under the warm morning embrace and the lithe song of songbirds. Once he obtained his cup of coffee, he resigned back to the table and wrote his letter between sips and gazes out onto the yard.

Erwin,

As I’m sure you are aware, Y/N and myself were separated from the left flank during the expedition. We’re okay. We are staying on the outskirts of Krolva.

Y/N has sustained heavy but not lethal injuries.

I’m fine.

Don’t worry your eyebrows off.

Levi

“How long have you been awake?” A familiar gruff voice hollered from the hall. Levi had just finished sliding the letter into the envelope when your grandmother appeared in the doorway.

“A couple hours.” He said with characteristic plainness.

“You look a lot better than yesterday. Cleaner too.” She commented and returned to the hall to discard her lightweight coat.

“I took a bath.” His thumb eagerly pushed against a paint chip in the elegant coffee mug.

“Well good for you, I’d figured you would know how to properly bathe.” She chided with a jestfull tone. From his seat next to the window, Levi could see the woman shuffling around the shoe rack. He gave her appearance a once over; mud encrusted baby blue paddock boots, an apron with a floral design embroidered into the front pocket and gardening gloves just as dirty as her boots. When her outdoor clothing had been discarded by the front door she padded back into the sunlit kitchen. His eyes were still fixated on the dry dirt that littered her apron, work pants, and shirt. His nose wrinkled automatically.

“I was gathering tulips.” She responded to Levi’s silent inquiry. He simply nodded and when she turned towards him a satisfied smile chuffed her cheeks. Her hands were perched attentively on her hips.

“Well don’t those clothes look nice on you. I was afraid they would be a little loose fitting.” She clicked her tongue approvingly. Levi idly attempted to hide the extremely rolled up pants by crossing his legs at his ankles.

“Those were my son’s clothes. I know he had a couple inches shy of a good foot over you but they suit you. You both had a similar style.”

Levi stiffened when your grandmother revealed who’s garments he adorned. It didn’t bother him, per say, but it did feel a bit strange wearing something that belonged to your father. Curiously intimate. Like this whole experience, Levi reckoned.

“Yeah, they fit alright. Thank you.” His curt response made your grandmother purse her lips. She was determined to get him to open up to her.

“Oh! You made coffee how delightful.” She said giddily as she made a beeline for it. When she had poured the amber liquid into delicate china she took one sip, smacked her lips in a sophisticated manner, and gagged.

“You make it just like her, strong as shit.” Your grandmother muttered sounds of disgust that hid Levi’s breath of amusement. She hastily retrieved the sugar and milk from the pantry and remedied the deathly drink to her liking.

“While I was out there I fed the horses-” She added after a satisfying sip of her coffee.

“And your corps horse is a huge pain in my knickers. You know, in all my years serving in the military I’ve never met such a spoiled creature before.” She ranted as she sauntered over to the tiny corner table. She sat down opposite of Levi, taking her apron off and waving it out to get some dust off. Levi dodged it the dislodged particles.

“The bugger went to bite me whenever I tried to look at his wounds and even feed him. I don’t know how he passed his horsey exams because he’s so disobedient.” She scoffed and took a particularly violent swig of her drink.

“I’ll go check on him later.” He said, furrowing his brows when his cup no longer contained his energy source.

“Humor me. Why don’t you just get rid of the thing? It’s too ornery.” She proposed slyly, the aged wood of the chair creaked as she leaned back against it. Levi noted her posture, she may act prickly but she walks with the grace of someone raised inside the innermost wall.

Levi harbored the same sentiment about the horse. It still blew his mind how Zacharias even chose him in the annual foaling. If he had the choice, Levi would have been born with the ability to wiggle his fingers and magically make bratty horses disappear far away to a distant farm where they would never be heard from again. Scratch that. Anything or anybody that was a brat. What a heaven that would be, half the cadets turning into stardust. Levi’s eyes were glazing over as he became lost in his fantasy but your grandmother’s harsh cough reigned him back in.

“It’s Y/N’s horse.” Levi stated simply. Her mouth formed an O shape and she nodded in understanding. As much as he thought it was a pain in his ass, he loved the smile that creature brought to your face.

“Well, that will do it, huh.” She affirmed pushing off the table and abruptly taking his empty cup.

“How’s the shoulder?” She questioned as she poured a fresh batch of coffee into the reservoir.

“Still aching, but better.” He replied, rolling it around a little to show her. She nodded silently and drew closer, placing the drink gently in front of him. He returned her gesture with a small smile.

“Do you think you have enough energy to help me with my shipment?” She suddenly inquired, hand resting on the table.

Levi stopped mid sip and looked at her with a quizzical expression. Shipment?

“I have to ship out some tulips today, some dusty politician has a banquet tomorrow.” She said dismissively.

“What about Y/N?” Levi said this as more of a statement than a question. Surely one person had to be around in case something came up. What if she awoke an no one was there to assist her? Even worse scenarios swam through his mind.

“I have a so called housekeeper .” Your grandmother rolled her eyes. Damn your family really was more well off than you had led on.

“I insist that she stops coming but that lass is hellbent on helping me with this estate. If you can even call it that. ” Your grandmother mumbled the last bit. “She comes by everyday around 11 am whether I like it or not. So we will leave once she arrives.”

Levi’s brow knitted with worry. Would a housekeeper be able to care for you as your grandmother did if your body suddenly rejected the applesauce? If a stitch came undone and the river of blood became unclogged-

“Son, don’t worry. The girl has known Y/N all of her life. She’s an apprentice at the apothecary in our village, I couldn’t think of more capable hands besides our own to leave her in.” Your grandmother comforted his silent spiral into anxiety. It was curious how she was able to continue to hone in on what he was feeling.

Levi contemplated her statement for a moment, finger idly running along the rim of the china.

“Sure.” He agreed. Even though the idea of parting with you in this condition made his nerves flare up, you trusted your grandmother with all your heart so that meant Levi should too.

“Splendid, I will begin the preparations.” She cheered, clasping her hands together and pushing off the table.

A warm bowl of oatmeal and another cup of coffee later, Levi found his arms shaking slightly under the wooden crate. Who knew flowers could be so heavy. Of course his body wouldn’t have recovered within a day but he had never felt so exhausted in his life.

“Is there a post office where we are going?” Levi asked asked between heaving breaths as he loaded another crate into the back of the carriage. Your grandmother rounded the vehicle and dropped her gaze to the paper sticking out from his pants pocket.

“Mhmm, we’re going to drop them off in town. It's about a quarter short of an hour's drive from here. From there, a royal attendant will pick up my goods and we can be on our way.” She explained. Before turning, she pointed to the parchment.

“Is it a love letter to the Commander?” She smirked. Levi rolled his eyes and went to grab another crate. With every box he placed onto the polished surface, a waft of fresh scent would pass through his nose. He's never smelled anything quite so aromatic and pleasing before.

“That should be enough. This is one of my smaller orders.” The little woman stated with satisfaction. She turned with the poise of an ex-soldier and moved to sit on the porch steps. Levi mimicked her movements and settled himself onto the heated wood.

"And now we wait for that troublesome girl."

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lemonietrinket · 4 years ago

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Dreams Come True ||| Johnny x MakeupArtist!Reader

summary: johnny is kind to all the members of staff, and so you believe that he thinks no differently of you genre: fluff, tiny bit of angst but you have to squint, some more heated elements its john warning(s): slightly more inferred heated elements than i usually make, but otherwise none word count: 2189 song(s): ambience an: sorry anon for the wait! this really wasnt supposed to be long, i literally wrote it in my drabble format, and throughout it genuinely felt like it was only 1k words but... yeah. im not changing the format tho no sir. i havent the patience lmao

fem!reader

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the beat of the bass bounced from wall to wall, thumping over the air at the stage and all the way through to the small room you and easily twenty others were mulling around in. a long time ago, the inability to see around the throngs of people—no matter if you knew them or not—would have unnerved you. but now, despite the way you had to curl over the counter of a vanity to make space for the other stylists, you felt at home. because even with your back to the wall, the vibrations running their unnatural fingers along your spine, the gentle smile of an even gentler giant was mere inches from your own, and it left you no option but to be enthralled by nothing but him.

he was grinning despite your repetitive comments asking him not to, as you extended the brush towards his cheeks—probably because you’d said them through small giggles of your own. it wasn’t your fault that his jokes were funny. he had the comedic timing of a god, teasing the others in such a way that it was impossible not to smile... right? he was too gorgeous to block out, but there was no way in hell you would admit that.

“what?” he enquired teasingly, eyebrows raising beneath the fluttering fingers of the hair stylist stood behind him.

you rolled your eyes, applying more colour to your brush just so you had an excuse to avoid his gaze. you knew full well he stared at people intentionally to make them nervous. you had no idea why he did it to you though. it made you take longer with his make-up and you were already falling behind—you didn’t even have to glance at the clock to know, the fact that you were working at the same time as another stylist was enough. you prayed the smooth breeze from the window was enough to cool the blush off your face as you attempted to focus upon your work, smoothing the rouge across his skin. but it was inevitable that he would capture your attention once again, and he did so with spending barely any effort. his chin tilted upwards for you to get a better view of your canvas, leaving you able to make sure everything was blended properly, but also very nearly unable to breathe.

johnny, the only man you were practically assigned to now after you’d proven your skills during a comeback late last year, was known for caring for the staff. holding doors, giving them space, sitting down so they can reach easier because it was his responsibility that he was a damn tree. since you were practically his personal make-up artist, it was thus no surprise that you were the focus of his caring nature. however, even you were beginning to question how far his gestures went. like now—now was one of those times.

“y/n,” he began, and you immediately caught onto that tone of mischief he always had when he was about to try and catch you off guard.

you sighed, biting your lip to try and remain serious in the face of what you knew would inevitably follow. “yes, john?”

he took that as his cue. “do you mind making my lips a little more red?”

glancing away from his eyes before you could get trapped in them, you stared intently at your handiwork instead. regarding his lips, you felt your eyes narrow. they were plenty bright enough, exactly how you’d done last time. ‘you sneak,’ you thought, ‘does he just find joy out of other people’s embarrassment?’ though you had to question yourself if you were really embarrassed, as a part of you was perfectly happy to bask in the opportunity of touching his plush lips. they were so full and soft that you couldn’t help but let your thoughts wander whenever you looked at them.

when you peered up, searching for the clock on the wall, you caught the hair stylist’s stare. she’d slowed her ministrations, and was now eyeing you blankly. only below the surface was there a glint of warning. you quickly glanced away, only to accidentally to meet johnny face on. he’d cocked his head on one side, brow creased in that way that threw your heart in a loop.

“pretty please?”

caught up in his handsome features you could feel the heat rising to your face once again. as much as you willed it away, deep down you knew it was no use. you cursed at yourself in your head, why do you take everything he says so seriously. there’s no way you actually mean anything more to him than just friendly coworker.

you swallowed with a nod, letting your fingers run aimlessly through your kit while you focused primarily on thinking about something else. dwelling on the impossible would do nothing but lower your mood and you knew that. still, it didn’t mean the tiny spools of daydreams didn’t occasionally slip through. they left you dazed when you came back to the real world, as if their tiny pinpricks of imaginary light grew to the size of blinding headlights in the pitch of night. upon your return you found that your gaze had barely left him at all—as soon as your eyes trickled away, they absently fled right back to him. a circumstance that he always looked so damn happy about. dreams don’t come true, y/n.

you hadn’t registered that the hair stylist had stalked away until johnny spoke up and his words left you fumbling in the mix of your own crush and the fear that someone had overheard.

“you look so cute when you’re focused,” he’d said, grin a hair-width from a knowing smirk, eyes curved in that gentle enticement. it was as if he wanted you to fall. had you not been reeling you perhaps would have scowled. you already had fallen, you didn’t need him to turn up the anti any more than he head—otherwise there would come a stutter that your heart didn’t recover from.

“sh-shut up,” you stammered, trying to hide the jump of your heartbeat behind a smile. but as his plush lips parted into a chuckle, your mind just trundled straight back to the dreamscape it always visited when you thought of them.

truly, no one would blame you, because kissing a man like that would be one of the true wonders of the world. the flashes of a possible time, where your lips melded with his and he held you close and safe, away from the rest of the world, where no crowd could ever hurt you, were tantalising to say the least. you bravely gulped them down.

it would not last however, as johnny was on a mission, it seemed, to make you blush as much as possible. so much for feeling calm.

when you poised your hand by his lips again, he merely insisted, “how can i? with someone like you right here... i just can’t help myself.”

you very nearly choked on those threads of dreams as well as the corniness, whilst he underlined all his words with a sweet smile. the one that made you want to cup his cheeks and feel the gravity of such a person before you.

you shook your head, to abandon the thoughts as well as shake him off. he’s just trying to make you laugh. “bleghh, now shush,” you managed, praying he’d take your simple response as a sign to quit.

alas, your poor heart, he did not.

“what? do you not believe me?” you didn’t peer up and instead took advantage of the tiny pause to brush more scarlet around the corner of his lips. it was short-lived however, as they then opened in exaggerated surprise, and you only just managed to pull away before you accidentally painted a faded gash across his chin. “you don’t believe me!”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about, johnny,” you uttered, hesitantly peeking over at the clock to see the minute hand way too close to the hour for your liking.

he sighed, and had you actually regarded the entirety of his expression, you would have spotted how saddened he looked. “you don’t...? ah, y/n, how could you not realise just how beautiful you are?”

“johnny...” you tapered off. you had expected to come out in more of a warning tone, but with the seconds ticking by at an alarming rate, the elation at his words combined with the nerves and irritation at how you couldn’t do your job all combined to make it sound a lot more emotionless than its nature truly was.

“with your gorgeous smile, pretty eyes, adorable laugh, impeccable fashion sense...” he paused and you could have sworn his breath hitched in his throat, “really, it’s enough to ruin even the strongest of people around here, i w—”

in a desperate attempt to get your job done, without a single thought you raised your hand to grip his chin gently between your thumb and finger. and instantly, all the words he had been suddenly desperate to ramble in that moment were stolen off his tongue, the flirty smirk stilled.

for a few seconds you were stunned too, before the two minute call rose throughout the room like a game of chinese whispers. in a moment of sheer reflex, you attended to a minuscule patch of faded vermilion and further highlighted an extra line of shadow that in all honesty didn’t need renovation, all while your head span as you interrogated yourself and the world on as to what the hell johnny was playing at.

“there you’re done.”

your hand jumped away as if shocked by static, and you began to clean up your cramped workspace. you didn’t give a final look over your masterpiece, you knew the man could pull off pretty much anything thrown at, or in this case upon him. but he didn’t respond, and it was the uncharacteristic silence that brought out just enough confidence within you to turn your head towards him once again.

you find his honey eyes wide and a small and silent gasp upon those very lips that had said all those confident, sly things. his fingers were tentatively brushing against where yours had been, as if tracing the petals of a rose.

“i-i would know,” he finished out of the blue, expression still in his stupor.

“sorry?”

johnny’s pout was truly something to behold, and it was now different now. as the light in his eyes softened, he murmured just loud enough to be heard only by you over the chatter of staff and bandmates alike, “weren’t you listening?”

tracing backwards through the amalgamation of chaos that had been the past five minutes felt like it would take hours. somehow though, as in the peculiar nature of all thoughts and memories, you managed to trace back just far enough, for enough to fall into place piece by piece. and as soon as a part of the jigsaw was revealed, the wider picture came into focus. despite your own sheer disbelief.

“i... ruined you?”

he laughed sheepishly then, hand finally moving from his jaw to the back of his neck, the consideration of not ruining his hair style clearly skipping his mind. “well... in all the best terms of the word, yeah.”

silence filled the space between you, leaving the ruckus beyond to only grow and seep into your ears, like the cold of autumn through a forgotten window when the music stopped playing. instinct drew you forward then, as if it were pulling upon strings of fate. your hand twitched in your lap, ready to lift and hold him again, and it was as if both of you forgot where you were—johnny moved forwards in his seat much like you did.

but then came the frantic yell from the doorway. “johnny, what are you doing?! you’re on stage in literally thirty seconds—!”

the man swept to his feet, making sure to draw his face as close to your ear as he could get away with under the suspicious eyes of the staff surrounding you. you would argue that there was no way that could ever be construed as meaningless, but in the moment there was no way you could care.

“you’ll help me get this all off, right? after?” he asked, before he leant back.

you had offered him nothing but a smile, but he knew the gleam in your eyes. it was one of intrigue, one of excitement. with a final glance down to your lips, your crush strode off and out of the room, leaving you with a dozen pairs of eyes all focused intently on you and the bright grin on your face.

you cleared your throat, covering your mouth with the back of your hand as you nodded an apology to them, you hadn’t meant to make him late after all. but nothing could quell the joy that pulsed through your veins, and so you excused yourself for a small break outside to gather your breath in the cool night air.

maybe dreams do come true after all.

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an: i dont like this. not one bit. i really struggled to write it bc creativity hates me so im really sorry :(( i hope ill edit it soon, for the benefit of everyone :/

also... im aware that the ambience isnt specific to the scenario right here, but—as much as i love the idea of the videos og scenario—this is the closest thing i could find to what i was after :(( please imagine more chatter with it

also can you tell i know nothing about makeup? ha

Masterlist

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uwua3 · 4 years ago

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Hi bunnie!! May I request b*nri starting a meaningful connection with his s/o?? thank u so much! ❤️ I’m so glad that bunuiel has such a meaningful connection with each other 😌✨🎻🧚‍♀️💕

this is so awful. this is such a bad prompt for personal reasons. the emojis. the meaningful connection. i’m doing this out of spite and nothing else, i was posssessed by a vengeful demon to type this out and i swear by it

summary: banri feels something once, and it’s all because of you

warnings: blood, crime, illegal activities/implications (breaking the law), injuries, police, toxic relationships, unhealthy power dynamics

author’s note: i promise, if you are sensitive to any of these warnings, do not read!

at first, i actually wanted to expand on banri’s impulsiveness in order to feel something but it became this! this can be considered ooc :) this is every aspect of him exaggerated to be very extreme!!!

word count: 3,690

music: x – code kunst ft. lee hi

🍁🥇 settsu banri

I BELIEVED YOU WHEN YOU PROMISED ME

WHEN YOU PRAYED WITH YOUR HANDS TOGETHER LIKE A MOSQUITO

I BELIEVED, I THOUGHT YOU MEANT IT, I’M THE FOOL, IT ALL MEANT NOTHING

NOW I KNOW, THANK YOU

Nothing was ever “good enough” for Banri. He felt nothing—absolutely fucking nothing no matter what he did. You noticed it too late: all the late–night drives on the verge of crashing, coming a little too close to the dark alleyway with two bloodshot eyes staring at him like he was a regular, the way he somehow knew how to roll his fingerprints just right in the police station. Banri wouldn’t react, hands up lazily like his criminal record was nothing, before he outran the cops with barely any effort.

You should’ve collected the evidence and left before it was too late. Now, you were in it for the long run, his ride–or–die until Banri got bored again, again, again. The handcuffs around his wrists had his name, you knew he could’ve broke them, snapped the middle chain cleanly without hesitation. But, Banri didn’t. Even as the officer pushed him against the side of the cruiser with you next to him, he grinned at you with the exact precision and bloodlust of a con–artist. Banri licked the blood off his bottom lip as you glanced at him, shaking and wondering why you let yourself get caught with him. Why did you decide to vandalize the building in the first place? Your mask heated your face, his was slipped above his mouth like he wanted the whole entire damn city to see his smirk every time they closed their eyes.

“Do you trust me?” Banri asked even though he already knew the answer, but it lacked empathy, understanding, emotion. You knew Banri didn’t feel anything, that was something you underestimated in his adrenaline–powered head. When you carefully nodded once, Banri’s eyes lit up like he was on fire, like he was made of every firecracker about to explode. He was right; you didn’t think twice before grabbing his free hand as the single cop on your trail cursed.

Banri liked this part the most, you knew that. The escape from the pig who thought this was gonna be an easy job, hiding out in a cramped tight area with the sound of your uncontrollable panting disturbing the silence, heading home with another one over the deadbeats. You never had to worry about being behind bars, Banri always won.

It was within the shadows cast by the local dumpster where he stuck himself against the brick wall, holding his breath. Banri’s hand was over your mouth to keep you quiet as you tried to make out shapes in the dark. A beam of a flashlight nearly hit your scuffed shoes, but it passed as you exhaled a sigh of relief, feeling yourself relax against Banri’s chest. You tried to pick up on his heartbeat that should’ve matched yours, the hard thump to show he was at least feeling alive. You didn’t hear anything.

When Banri’s arm around your waist dropped, your heart almost did the same. You wondered how easily Banri could rat you out, push you out to the center right now, and let the cop arrest you. It would’ve given him such an adrenaline rush, to have his own partner get caught and have him bail you out. You gripped his arm, he must’ve sensed you were on edge because Banri muttered something borderline comforting. Although you wished you could have read his mind, you were glad Banri couldn’t read yours or else he’d be tempted yet again.

When the coast was clear, you trailed behind Banri, nervously scanning your surroundings as you held onto his hand. Banri walked forward, stretching his arm back so you can have some sort of touch after everything you went through for his sake. You held on. You were afraid if you didn’t follow, you’d be left to die. You didn’t want to find out if Banri would do that to you, because you knew what the answer was.

YOU CALL ME LATE AT NIGHT

WHEN I’M NOT THE ONE YOU WANT

YOU TELL ME ABOUT IT, FINESSING ON IT

Banri had to know, the restless urge to not feel so empty and hollow anymore. You knew he couldn’t follow the rules, couldn’t force himself to adhere to anyone because no one was “superior” to him, he was his own force. Banri was irrational, reckless, and intense all at once, and maybe that’s why you liked him so much, because he just didn’t care.

But, that meant he didn’t care about you either. For so many nights, he’d ghost your multiple messages before showing up at your bedroom window after winning a fight. If you told him to stop, Banri would just keep throwing more punches to piss you off. Tonight, was one of these nights, as you already had your first–aid kit ready at the base of the flowing curtain pushed aside. He threw his mask off, exposing his injuries underneath. It revealed a 17–year–old boy so tired, so exhausted of himself with the same shit–eating grin he etched permanently on his scarred face.

“Come here.” You ordered without looking, not bothering to check the time or else you’d start another fight and push him away again. Banri listened for once, picking up on the sharp edge in your tone. He dropped onto the floor with the stealth of a cat, moving to sit down next to you with a wary look. As you were rummaging through the box for band–aids, Banri nudged you with his hand, about to say something before you noticed the multiple cuts along his knuckles.

He really would never change, not even for you.

You suddenly started crying, dropping your materials to the ground as Banri stood in silence, staring at you with slightly widened eyes as he backed up. Of course, the one thing Settsu Banri was afraid of and it was you having emotions. Out of all the things, this was what made him want to run away. Not the violence he initiated every night.

“You always do this.” You forced out, trying not to sob as you took in a shaky breath. Banri’s blinked, once, twice, before he extended an arm towards your shoulder. It felt so lifeless, so cold, so unnatural that you couldn’t help but cry louder, covering your mouth as you hung your head over the first–aid box. How much of this had you used just in the last month? Why was so much of it already gone? Why did you already know Banri was coming tonight? When did it become a habit for your boyfriend to only show up when he was hurt? You always saw him at his worst, but he considered this to be his best.

“Y–You, you...” You exhaled, gripping your hands into fists as you wanted to say it so bad. You wanted to ask, if Banri ever loved you, if he was fully aware you knew he didn’t want you, that you were never his main priority. You just turned towards him, seeing one hand was already on the ledge of your window, typical. You cupped his face, attempting to smile despite the tears staining your face, brushing a strand of hair back behind his ear. Did Banri feel it? Did he know you loved him? That you would do anything if he asked?

“Please, stop fighting, I can’t live without you.” You begged, pushing back what you truly wanted to yell. Banri gulped, his eyes staring into yours for the first time in... how long has it been since he let you touch him like this? Why did it take so long just to feel the blood running through his veins, the beat of your thumb’s pulse against his cheek, the sharpness of every feature he had. He was a double–edged sword, and you willingly took him by the hilt.

Banri didn’t say anything, didn’t move, as you touched his face again and again. You needed this, to remind you he was alive, even with all the marks disfiguring his appearance. You were about to say something, anything, to break the silence before Banri took his hand off the window, putting it on your hand against his cheek. It was calloused, rough, awkward, like he hadn’t done anything else with his hands except wound and destroy.

“I’m sorry.” Banri said, and for once, you knew he meant it. It didn’t mean he was going to change, but he knew what it did to you. Made you cry like there was no tomorrow, want to scream every time you noticed he had an injury; Banri wondered how’d you react if he died. A sick, twisted urge in him spiked in his head even when he saw how devastated you were in the moonlight. Banri was so sorry, but apologies meant shit when they made him feel nothing.

When you bandaged Banri’s wrist in silence, he only stared at you as you mended his wounds. Banri didn’t boast about his upper hand that night, didn’t begin talking shit about every and anyone who dared defy him physically, didn’t even spit out the blood in his mouth just to scare you. Banri didn’t do any of those that night, just let you heal him to the best of your ability before he disappeared.

Before he left, Banri turned and looked at you like he really was sorry. Then, pulled the mask over his face before he was gone. Leaving the curtain billowing with the late wind and the window half–open.

The next time Banri called you, footsteps pounding on your fire escape, you readied your first–aid kit. You didn’t cry this time or the next, you didn’t feel anything anymore.

CALL ME A BITCH, I’M PROUD OF IT

WHAT I WANT, YOU GOT IT WRONG

STOP IT, I GOTTA GO

I WANT IT MORE, I WANT TO SCREAM AND GROWL

Banri was sorry he got you into this. You, who he knew loved him unconditionally even if it meant risking a criminal record against a police cruiser, even if it meant patching up his wounds in the final hours of dusk just so he’d survive to do it again. If Banri knew anything, it was you had dated him because you loved him, unlike Banri. Banri didn’t love you—you were just different.

You were unexpected. You were so in touch with how you felt, expressing your emotions with your heart on your sleeve and Banri took it and ran. When you were overwhelmed, you cried. When you were happy, you smiled. When you were angry, you yelled. You were so normal, but there was something about how emotional and empathetic and caring you were that he had to date you. When he asked, you smiled. You rarely did that nowadays, Banri thought he would gain the feeling you lost—happiness—but, he didn’t. It seemed like anything you sacrificed for him wouldn’t go to him, shame.

When Banri was overwhelmed, he went to go impulsively start a fight with someone he knew didn’t deserve it. When Banri was happy, he probably was because hell was about to break loose for once. When Banri was angry, there was nothing to be said. Banri didn’t function like you, couldn’t express himself in the way you did because he didn’t feel like you. Yet, it was so nice to see you behave the way you did without shame, embarrassment, or humiliation. Banri liked you in a way, but he could never let himself love you the way you wanted.

Banri didn’t want to see you. That night, where you cried, Banri thought he’d come running back for more of those tears. But, was he uncomfortable? Were you beginning to trust him a little bit too much? Banri snuck in the dorms again, knowing Sakyo was on his case for being oddly quiet in his room. Luckily, no one questioned the tape of video game background noises on repeat besides his desk. When Banri dropped his bag onto his bed with a huff, a desk lamp flickered on with the pull of a string as his roommate stared at him with piercing slanted yellow eyes, like a wolf would with its competitor.

Banri was about to curse, tell Juza to fuck off like always before Juza narrowed his eyes, giving him a warning to shut up before he made him. Banri complied, knowing how thin these walls were. Juza just stood up, stepping closer until he was a close distance to Banri, his nostrils flaring and lips snarled. Banri, surprisingly, didn’t like fighting Juza. The evidence was right there next morning, it was just begging for a scolding and lecture from Omi.

“I know what you did.” Juza stated, but Banri almost had to laugh. There were so many things he’s done in his entire life, not to mention just the past month alone, how could he single it to one? Before Banri could give some bratty, sarcastic answer to make him mad, Juza continued.

“Banri, how long are you gonna keep hurting people for your own gain?” Juza asked without looking away, the silence hanging in the air. The tension was so unbearable, Banri just laughed despite the late hour. He knew Taichi was probably stirring awake just from the noise, fuck. Juza didn’t move, even when Banri got closer and fixed his collar like it was nothing.

“Juza...” Banri started, avoiding his eyes as he patted his shoulders with a little bit too much force. More than necessary, that is. “Stay out of it, will ya?” Banri turned to unload his goods, knowing stealing was usually at the bottom of his list, he just needed to get his mind off you. Juza scoffed, standing still as he gazed upon the things Banri somehow claimed without revealing who he was to the authorities.

Reaching out, Juza managed to snatch the deep purple mask from Banri’s back pocket, not needing to examine it any further as Banri spun around with a furious look. In that moment, when Juza said he knew what he did, it suddenly had more meaning now.

“This isn’t good for the company, you know that.” Juza reasoned but Banri was far gone. Banri had spiralled out of control much longer than everyone had anticipated, he hid it so well that no one realized the signs until it blew up in their face. At first, it was harmless little fights behind the school. Now, it was full scale crimes that he could actually be detained for, with a sentence in prison. Knowing Banri, he’d escape just to be in a car chase.

“You think I’d get caught?” Banri joked, pushing everything beneath his bed. Yanking the mask back, Juza pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to be as patient as possible. Before he could say anything, Banri threw his head back with a laugh so hollow it echoed. The desk light flickered again, leaving a moment where Banri was masked in the darkness, like he belonged.

“Don’t worry your ass off about it, the only person I’m hurting here is myself.”

Banri purposely left your name off his tongue. But, Juza knew, knew that nothing would change.

YOU MAKE ME WANT FOR SOMEBODY ELSE

WHAT I WANT, YOU GOT IT WRONG

EVERY DAMN THING YOU KNOW, I WANT IT MORE

JUST BRING ME HOME

“You could die.”

Banri didn’t react, not looking up. He was sat on your floor, closing the curtains tight for once and making sure no one could see him. You were on edge, eyes nervously darting to the window like the police would bust in any second. You stood over him, your shadow hiding every feature as he disappeared within the depths.

“No one said this came with being a damn criminal.” You cursed, crossing your arms and double–checking the locks. Banri had his same old mask in his hands, letting the few streetlights ghost over the material. How long had it been with him? He met you first time in the mask, you haven’t looked at him with it since, like you wished it wasn’t apart of his life anymore. Banri spoke, a heavy edge that had no particular meaning lacing his words.

“No one said you had to be with this damn criminal.”

You paused, slowly turning towards Banri who was still staring steel–eyed at that damn mask. You stomped over, pulling it out of his hands as Banri shot to his feet, about to protest before you stopped him.

“Don’t you get it?! I love you,” You paused, as if waiting to hear it said back to you. It never even crossed Banri’s mind, that’s how insignificant and temporary you were to him. You didn’t know why you even tried anymore. Ignoring the built–up tears choking up your words, you carried on with a shaky tone he was used to hearing.

“But, I’d rather you alive in prison than dead at some crime scene.” You admitted, feeling your hand shake around the mask. Banri nodded, but he wasn’t listening, you knew that. He didn’t flinch from your honesty, he was ignoring you like always. He didn’t bother listening to anything that went against him. You stared at the mask, like it was the source of all your problems, you had never hated something so much in your life.

“Just give it back.” Banri demanded, snatching the mask back with such quickness you couldn’t move out of the way. You watched him open the window, about to leave again, as you blinked away the tears. All he did these days was give you a reason to cry over someone who just didn’t care.

“Do you love me, Banri?”

Banri paused at the ledge, opening his mouth like he wanted to respond. One look at your face and he shook his head, whether out of disagreement or his inability to truthfully answer, you’ll never know. Banri forced the mask back on, concealing his identity as he slammed the window shut. You knew he wouldn’t be gone for too long, you’d see him on the news the next morning.

ON A WINTER NIGHT, I’M TAKING A RIDE ON THE RIVERSIDE HIGHWAY

THAT WE USED TO DRIVE ON

WE WERE IN THAT SMALL PRIDE NEXT TO THAT HUMMER BENZ AND ROVER

STEP ON IT, YOU GOT IT, SWITCH LANES, LET’S RIDE IT

BEEP BEEP, YOU’RE LOSING, CURSES COMING FROM YOUR MOUTH

“This just in, police are on the lookout for infamous thief, X, who stole a police officer’s car and drove it straight into the river. If you have any information on this criminal—” A blurry, grainy snapshot of a teen with a purple mask climbing to the bridge appeared. “Contact your local police station now.”

The news was nearly inaudible over breakfast that morning, but you didn’t dare look back at the television screen. You knew who would come by your room tonight as you gripped your phone in your hand.

Anything in the name of love, right? You would do anything for the ones you loved, dialing the familiar number and bringing it to your ear. A ring passed before someone answered.

If only Banri loved you like he loved death.

YOUR ATTITUDE, YOUR MANNERS

YOUR STYLE, YOUR FRIENDS, YOUR CREW

I JUST GOTTA LEAVE, I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE

I’M BUSY, DON’T CALL ME, ESPECIALLY WHEN I’M ASLEEP AT NIGHT

IT’S TOO LATE TO APOLOGIZE, YOU MADE ME INTO THIS

Banri was already pushing open your unlocked window, slipping in without a sound as he landed into the empty apartment. Strange, you would’ve already been waiting for him like the good person you were. Patiently sitting with your first–aid kit open and restocked for your favorite patient. Pulling off the mask, Banri glanced around to see all the lights were off, the city being your only source of illumination. Everything seemed untouched, in an odd way. There were no creases in your favorite spot on the sofa, no dirty dishes left at the coffee table, the blankets folded and organized. It was as if you hadn’t been home all day.

Before he could move another step, Banri heard a quiet breath. He snapped his head towards the sound, automatically preparing to fight but it was just you, standing nearby. You were already looking at him, a blank expression masking anything you were feeling at the moment. You held eye contact with him over a duration of silence. Not even one question, condolence, or argument. You didn’t say a word. Banri blinked, just to confirm you were actually there.

It was like another day, except you weren’t crying. There were no more tears to be spared, especially over someone who didn’t love you back. You just acted like there was nothing wrong, staring again and again as if this was the last time you’d ever see him.

Banri didn’t get a chance to move closer towards you. With one step, a creak of the floorboard, you straightened your back, not hiding anymore.

“Banri, I love you, you know that, right?” You asked patiently, Banri nodding hesitantly in response as he warily looked around the apartment. He didn’t get a chance to question a thing as you stepped closer, automatically causing him to move back quickly.

“Do you love me, Banri?”

A siren. No, multiple red and blue sirens flooded the dark room as the sets of tires screeched against the pavement. You looked different tonight, maybe it really was the lighting. Before Banri could put his mask back on and run, you placed your hand against his cheek just like that night weeks before. The hard thump of his heartbeat was audible, you wished you could’ve heard the sound even more.

You ran your thumb over a scar beneath his eye, a shaky smile on your dry lips. You wished he said it back, maybe you would’ve helped him escape.

“You should’ve loved me.”

Banri put his hands up with no where to run this time. X marks the spot.

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davidlynchschreibner · 4 years ago

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*Today I found this silly little story slice buried in my computer files. It was written before it was apparent Lukas was growing a beard so was fed primarily by my own feelings about the joy some trans men experience if/when we can grow facial hair. Very self-indulgent and poorly written but as our fandom has quieted recently I thought perhaps it would be a nice contribution? I don’t know. Might as well share it.

Whiskers on things other than kittens

or, David grows a beard

As the summer of his first year of film school approaches, David is immensely enjoying the dark recent addition to his jawline. He's waited so long for it to fill in fully from scattered whiskers to patches of hair to an uninterrupted band. After spending what seems an eon impatiently noting how much more he was shaving away as the months advanced now at last he can savor the fruit of his body's labor. A beard makes him feel handsome, mature, and more settled in his body than before. In comparison to other major notes in the rising chord of his transition it is a low and quiet one, yet he feels the resonance in his bones. Like all else he has worked for this with every psychologist appointment and prick of the syringe. He can allow himself to wear it proudly. Every time he catches his reflection in a mirror or window he experiences a little flare of confidence that pushes his shoulders back and lifts the corners of his mouth. Facial hair does not a man make by any means but this feels like his inner self is growing outside the skin it's been trapped in for so long. He can see the tangible evidence of his journey with all its strife and victories--- and so can the rest of the world.

He's not the only one who is pleased. Half the students in his film classes eye him appreciatively, charmed by the combination of sharpening features and warm energy. As he comes into himself his appeal increases accordingly. People have liked him in the past--- even flirted with him at times--- but he has never felt so positively noticed. After years spent compressed by his desire to not be seen he finds air fills his lungs more fully when his posture relaxes. The chitinous shell of the frightened boy he once was is fragmenting, peeling, and falling away to reveal a more fully realized young adult. Some of the girls turn a little giddy when he speaks to them and it is strange with newness but makes a flicker of pleasure spark inside him every time. Small validations fortify the foundations he is building to house him, making a place to live that he doesn’t have to run away from. He’s happy here. Matteo finds his developing reputation of resident 'hot guy' very entertaining and will tease him about his supposed powers of seduction (with occasional exaggerated displays of being effected) until David crowds into his boyfriend’s space and silences the annoying ribbing with kisses.

It's rather hypocritical of Matteo to tease considering no one is as attracted to David as he. It's of course not just the beard, as he was equally infatuated when David had gone through a period of being entirely clean shaven. But the increase in self-assurance this new look inspires does seem to drive Matteo to distraction on a regular basis. Sometimes David catches him staring openly with a hooded, enraptured expression and restless fingers. If they're alone David will tilt his head and smirk until Matteo is so flustered he has to get his hands on his boyfriend. In public, Matteo restricts himself to draping his body over David like a heavy blanket and sneaking a kiss to the newly roughened point where a pulse thrums steadily. It is not new to be so tactile in their appreciation of each other, but there is a fever in Matteo’s cheeks that rises when he observes how his boyfriend begins to show himself more openly. They never did spiral into the slow disinterest of some established relationships and it seems that will not be happening anytime soon. Matteo thinks David is the hottest guy in the world and reminds him every day in myriad ways.

The first time David finds himself unconsciously stroking his chin while he edits footage he jerks to a stop and laughs incredulously at himself. It’s a ridiculously cliche thing to do and he feels acutely embarrassed afterward. But sometimes in a moment of absent-minded contemplation his hand makes its way up. He expects Matteo to mock him for looking pretentious the first time he’s caught, but surprisingly the other boy does not. His bemused expression softens into the familiar tender smile that says ‘I love you’ without parting lips. Then he returns to his game and never mentions it after. Indeed, he seems to find the beard just as enjoyable to touch. In the mornings, when Matteo is sleep-soft and resisting attempts to wake him, he strokes the scratchy strands framing David's jaw with his fingertips. Sometimes he'll rub his cheek against the texture, affectionate and possessive as a cat. David huffs in exasperation at first but soon it becomes just another weird but endearing thing Matteo does. He never can find it in himself to reject any form of affection the other boy gives him be it a hug or a kick. Eventually he likes it so much that he wonders if he will ever decide to be bare-faced again.

One night they are lying tangled together beneath the quiet observation of the moon and David breaks the long silence to ask if Matteo likes him better with the beard. The words are drawled nonchalantly but the brittleness that dysphoria makes of his ego creaks in the undertone. He doesn’t need this sort of reassurance often, less and less as time goes on, but may always find occasions for it. The conflict between wanting to be seen this way and the worry that he lacks without makes a sharp cramp of overexertion seize in his chest. Matteo lifts his head from where it has been resting beside David’s and gazes with all the patient understanding people often don’t expect he possesses. The two of them know every dip and swell of each other’s voices now and nothing is hidden when something is not spoken. Matteo responds with quiet certainty, ‘You like you better.’ David waits, knowing instinctively that Matteo is taking time to find his words. ‘I like you most being happy however you want to be.’ Then he smiles and burrows into David’s shoulder, making stupid little grunting sounds like he’s trying to wrestle a pillow into shape. David swallows against the knot of emotion in his throat.

‘Being a man’ is a bewilderingly intricate definition unique to each person. It is not a list or a diagnosis or a quiz with an answer key. David has tried many times to articulate its broad strokes and nuances to professionals and peers alike, yet found it cannot be confined to succinct sentences. He can collect as many indicators as there are days in a year but all told it is simply that he knows he is. It only increases in complexity because he is still discovering what it means to him. No part of his body will ever make him more or less who and what he is. But there are things he grasps and holds close as affirmations. He likes expressions commonly understood as masculine and needs without negotiation to alter the shape beneath his shirts. His facial hair doesn’t make him more a man, nor a person of more worth or quality. But he feels the power of reclaiming what his first puberty tried to take away from him whenever he grooms the borders of his beard. The person reflected back at him in the mirror looks more like he feels inside. And he’s starting to really like that guy.

#druck #druck og #david schreibner #a fic #sort of #I don't know I just project my trans feelings onto David sometimes #my content

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midnight-moonlight-and-mars · 5 years ago

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Pairing: Shy!Bucky x Reader AU

Warnings: None

Summary: Bucky was in love with his best friend Agent Y/n but always was too shy about well anything when it came to her. When Bucky confesses his love to her in a cramped situation, will Y/n feel the same?

“I don’t think that’s a good idea...” Bucky said to Y/n a bit concerned about her intense enthusiasm.

“Come ON Buck it would be suuuper fun. You’ll love it I promise. Pretty Please??” Y/n said dragging Bucky along nearly begging.

“I guess I can try it.” Bucky sighed giving in.

Y/n squealed with excitement at his surrender and proceeded to pull Bucky by the sleeve of his sweatshirt.

They trailed down the winding halls of the new S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters to a secluded room on the left. Swiping their cards to open the door, it only opened to more but darker hallways. Finally reaching their destination, Y/n swiped her card once more to open an inventory room with highly classified confiscated weapons and even ones considered too dangerous for using without specialized training.

Y/n ‘s mouth was nearly drooling at the sight of them. She wasn’t there to steal anything, as she was asked to test them. She was there mainly there for having explosive weapons in her hands. Y/n brought Bucky along because she wanted a back up in case something went wrong but also Bucky is her friend.

"Make sure you put this suit on. This is just a precaution if we find anything radioactive or with dangerous chemicals." Y/n tossed Bucky a spare suit while quickly slipping hers on.

"I can't believe they have this many just sitting here... You could weaponize an entire army with these." Bucky nervously gazing at the rows upon rows of shelves stacked with sealed black cases.

"Its amazing right?? Grab anything that hasn't been checked already and just have at it. We've got a lot to cover." Y/n said already picking her fair share of boxes.

Y/n traced the shelf with her fingers looking aimlessly for the perfect one to play with scientifically test for inventory. Bucky on the other hand was carefully reading each label on every box to see what would be fitting to test.

As Bucky finally picked out sonmething that appeared to be a glorified flamethrower, the S.H.I.E.L.D. red alarm went off. Sirens filled the room and echoed throughout the whole facility, causing the lights to dim and the walls to be painted with red flashing.

The red alarm means there is an intruder or a hostile situation like an attack or a fire on the premisis. Following the balring alarm sound, an announcement came over the P.A. system calling all available agents to the control room.

"Shit" Bucky and Y/n both said simultaneously muttered quickly trying undress out of their hazmat suits and seal away any weapons they moved or opened.

Just as Bucky was about to head out the door, he looked over Y/n to see she was struggling to get her suit off.

"Seriously?!! It's fucking stuck!" The suit zipper caught her clothes and began to rip them as she tried to untangle. The more she struggle the more the rest of the suit tangled as well causing her to fall over.

"Hold on." Bucky rushed over and swatted her hands away as he braced to ferociously rip the zipper off her clothes. Normally this would work, but of course in an emergency, it doesn't. He tried one more time, but instead just pulling the zipper off, he ripped her shirt in half. Great.

"Uuuuh.... Sorry." Bucky sat there frozen as he noticed the large chunk of cloth still caught in the zipper and a large part of Y/n midriff exposed.

"Seriously??! You had to just freaking destroy my clothes too??" Y/n said trying really hard not to hit him. After a moment of cursing and untangling from the suit, Y/n finally stood up and reached for the door.

Its locked. The door is locked. The door is FUCKING LOCKED. Refusing to believe her luck is this bad, Y/n shook the door handle, kicked it, tried hitting the now blocked window on it, and ultimately failing.

"Great. Just great. You know I was having so much fun already ya know? This is just the cherry on top." Y/n at this point was a nervous but angry wreck trying not to cry.

Bucky trying to be optimistic tried kicking the door doen and using his metal arm to punch a hole through but it barely scratched the surface. In such a high security room like this, they would obiously be using high security doors. It would be no use to swipe their cards either because those systems would be shut down or minimized to select areas.

Basically they were now stuck.

"Should we use the weapons? I'm sure there's something here we can use to break this door down." Bucky said looking towrads Y/n for confirmation.

"It'd be pointless. Most of the heavy duty weapons are connected to high tech cases that will shut down immediately following a lockdown. This room is also designed to withstand damage as powerful as a nuke inside and out. We're safe in here, but we're sitting ducks." Y/n leaned against the wall and slid to the floor thinking about how long they were goimg to be there.

"Great. So we're stuck for god knows how long when people are probably getting killed out there and there's nothing we can do." Bucky threw one last ear splitting punch to the door that still sustained no damage. Finally giving up, Bucky plopped down right next to her.

A moment of silence filled the space between them as the siren still sounded in the background. Bucky took a breath, then letting the reality of his situation finally sink in. He's stuck in a room with her. There is no one in the world he'd rather be with. Everyone knows the cliche story of people that like each other getting stuck in elevators together and how they confess how they feel and etc. This could be his chance.

He looked over to her and took in her features. Despite her looking dissheveled, sweaty, and exhausted, she still looked so beautiful. Every time he's around Y/n he feels shy but happy every time they spend time together.

Bucky's heart started racing just thinking about her and being alone with her in a closed space with lives on the line. This is not what he had in mind for his evening but he wasn't entirely against it. Everything he's tried to say suffocates him to silence. This was going to be a long wait.

"Wanna play a game?" Y/n said turning to Bucky at last breaking the tense silence like a knife.

"What kind of game?" Bucky said taking a breath of relief at something to do.

"Never have I ever?" She said willing to take suggestions

Like an dorky idiot, he regretfully agreed. Games like these lead to personal things and sometimes intimate things and Bucky wasn't entirely sure he was ready for that.

At first it was playful and even funny. Like never having sushi, or getting a parking ticket. Then, as always, gets deep and personal.

Without trying to sound pitiful or depressing, Y/n spoke on hee next turn. "Never have I ever... been in love."

Bucky was taken aback by her words. She seemed to say it playfully without realizing how it sounded. As he thought about it, she's never mentioned a boyfriend before or girlfriend for that matter. It also discouraged him to think that she might not have feelings for him after all.

"Really? Like ever?" Bucky asked just to be sure she wasn't just exaggerating.

"I mean I have wanted to be and wished I was but I've never really was sure of my feelings and being unsure feels the same as not. I have never lied about my feelings like I used to. The last time I did I hurt them and I don't want to do that anymore ya know? Doesn't mean I don't have feelings now, but I can a bit closed off..." It felt good to get something like that off her chest, even it stung a little.

"And that's fine, you're not obligated to and you can't force it either. But I have been in love and I think I am right now to be honest." Bucky said visibly nervous now but smiling thinking about just how much she doesn't know.

"Oh yeah? Who does the Winter Soldier have in mind?" Y/n pressed inching closer to him.

"Aw man she's amazing. She has this amazing smile and such a bright personality. She's also fiery and can have a temper sometimes but she still manages to have the biggest heart. Everything she does just makes me laugh and or feel butterlfies. I feel like she knows me better than most people and is always there when I need her and even when I think I don't she's there anyway. I wish you could to know her and see what I see when see her... she's imperfectly perfect." Somewhere along the lines he got carried away and wasn't shy when he talked about her as someone else. It was like confessing without implicating yourself, or in this case, someone else.

"Wow. Sounds like you're head over heels for her. She's lucky to have you. I bet she feels the same way about you Barnes. I mean she's gotta right?" Y/n said trying to guess about who he was talking about.

"Well we've always been just friends so I'm not usually this outward with my feelings about you..." Bucky said without realizing he just gave it all away. When he did, he felt his heart drop into his stomach like a stone. The siren still going in the background was the same sound that rang through his mind.

"What?So wait you're talking about me? You have feelings for me is what you're saying. You are joking right?" Y/n couldn't believe it. This whole time he was... maybe this was new or just a misunderstanding or... or... she doesn't know!

"Shit. Im sorry this is not how I wanted to tell you I was gonna wait to be sure if you felt the same it just slipped out and I'm sorry I didn't want this to be in the way of anything I just..." By now Bucky was crouched on the floor with his head in hands shaking. He couldn't talk anymore he would just make it worse for both of them so the best he could was try not to cry. He had a strong face but inside he felt weak and sick.

Y/n took a deep breath and made her way over to him. She stood there for a moment trying to find something to say but instead she just took him in a warm embrace. Bucky was suprised but didn't hesitate to hug her back. When she pulled from his embrace she finally spoke:

"I may have never loved before, doesn't mean I can't now. I would be lying if I said I never thought about us or how I feel about you. I don't know how far my feelings go, but I know they've gone the farthest and is still going. Hearing you talk about that girl you liked I admit I was a bit jealous thinking she was getting all of you're attention. Finding out it was me actually made me really happy on the inside. So if I'm being honest I think I might be in love with you too."

Now facing each other, Bucky couldn't help but kiss her and she most definitely kissed back. They might have gotten carried somewhere along the lines but thankfully it didn't go too far. Yet.

Pulling away to breathe, they held on to each other laughing at their messy hair and uncomfortable position on the floor and stood up.

As soon as they got their feet, the sirens and the lights go out and the lights brighten up the whole room. The doors slowly unlock and all the weapons cases whirr in electrical sounds as well as the other systems.

Bucky and Y/n jump and cheer and excitement that leads to celebratory kissing. To be honest, they forgot there was any danger at all.

The metal security doors finally slid open to reveal a very confused Steve Rogers seeing the two of them making out and parts of Y/n clothes ripped off along with both of thier messy hair.

"Sooo... Fondue?"

Tagged: @imaginechick

A/N: I took some liberites on this one. If anything is spelled wrong I apologize but im not fixing it lol i have edited this thing long enough. Hope you enjoy and please give me feedback! Thanks for reading💘

-K

#marvel imagines #bucky imagine #james bucky barnes #bucky x reader #the winter soldier #steve rogers x reader #the winter solider imagine #the avengers #marvel's sheild

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unlockthelore · 4 years ago

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Fascination

While showing his sons flame tricks, Hiei faintly recalls his first inclinations towards fire.

Part of the Smile Bomb series. For more updates, follow the smile bomb tag on this blog.

Firelight dances in twin sets of crimson eyes as Hiei spun a ruddy orange flame on his fingertips. The pebble-sized ember dexterously leaps from knuckle to knuckle then hops into the palm of his hand as he turns it upward, curling his fingers as it sputters out with a thin sputter of smoke. An outraged cry comes from Asahi startling nesting birds into flight, several leaves shaking loose and drifting down on a biting westward breeze.

Hiei huffs, holding his hand away from Asahi’s tinier ones tugging at the warded cloth on his right arm. Kagerou resolved to sit quietly with a scathingly hot glare fixated on Hiei’s palm. The fire demon quirking a brow as his son’s nose scrunches, glare intensifying. It’s almost impressive for his age but strikes less than even a spark of fear.

The Dragon tugs at its binds, warming Hiei’s flesh until his skin glows an eerie violet attracting Asahi’s roving hands and Kagerou’s narrowed eyes. It’s strange to Hiei how earnestly the entity yearns to impress them and its request to show the children a truly impressive flame is denied. Kurama wouldn’t be pleased if by some measure of misfire their home is burned to ashes, and Hiei had grown to love their den.

To assuage both the Dragon’s ego and his sons’ discontent, another flame roars to life in the palm of his hand — a deep orange-red tinged violet at its core.

It was a little amusing how they both followed the flame with their eyes, leaning as close as they could without tumbling over Hiei’s legs. Both boys seated comfortably on either one of his thighs while his hand was leveled between them. In spite of their age, Hiei had to admit they were quite intuitive and able to follow rules he would’ve found difficult in his youth.

One of the biggest rules — do not play with fire unsupervised.

After a mishap where Asahi burnt little footsteps in the wooden grain after trying to dry himself off from a trip outside in the rain, Kurama put the rule in place with a disapproving glance. It was only after Asahi recognized the error of his ways that Kurama smiled amusedly and Hiei rolled his eyes, countering with the obvious.

Fire was in their nature and denying what they were was futile.

Kurama conceded, reminding he was fine with Hiei entertaining the boys as he wished, but bid him with a teasing smile to be mindful of their flammable furniture and his plants.

Asahi swiped his fingers along the edge of Hiei’s palm seeming to test the distance in which he could prod at the flames without incurring trouble. Kagerou, seemingly happy enough to watch, leant against the arm lying in Hiei’s lap with heavy-lidded eyes.

“They seem to enjoy that,” Kurama said, his voice coming from overhead amidst the rustling leaves, catching Hiei completely unawares. Pinching his lips and scrunching his nose, Hiei cast an annoyed look up at the fox hanging upside down from one of the tree branches almost childlike.

“What’ve I told you about hiding your energy? It’s distasteful.”

Kurama gives him a half-grin and Hiei averts his gaze. It’s infuriating how the years took little from his beauty, almost accentuating his features to the point of being regal. And it’s unfair how time weakened his guard when the fox turns his gaze upon him.

“I honestly don’t know how…” Hiei said after a long pause, lifting the flame from between the boys when Kurama drops down at his side at Asahi’s insistence. His tiny hands thrusted out with a loud squealing cry and Kurama accommodates, slipping Asahi off his perch and into the air with an exaggerated whooshing noise that leaves the redheaded boy gleefully sputtering. Kagerou stayed nestled against him, still as quiet as ever, but a quiet gentleness to his smile when Kurama taps his nose.

“They are like you, in a way.” Kurama lets Asahi clap his hands against his cheeks and wrinkles his nose for the boy’s amusement.

Hiei quirking a brow and glancing from Asahi’s boisterous cheer to Kagerou’s quiet smile. In appearance, they favor Kurama greatly from Kagerou’s silver-white hair to Asahi’s red. The delicate softness to their features matched with sharp eyes, crimson like Hiei’s own. Perhaps it was his own bias or desire for his sons’ to be absolved of any of his wrongness that he casts a skeptical look at Kurama.

Kurama returns the look with one of his own and his words are soft despite Asahi’s attempts to stick his hands in his mouth. “As you said, they have a relation to fire.”

Hiei observes the wavering flame in his palm, settling it in his lap once more for Kagerou’s perusal. “I’ve had fire my entire life, Kurama,” he said, inhaling when the words come out too sharp for his liking, a quick glance at his partner — his husband — showing a lack of blame or hurt but understanding. Throat clamping around the words until he forces them free, mildly frustrated at the disparity and the lack of seeing. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this…”

“With all due respect, Hiei…” Kurama interjects, and Hiei lifts his eyes to meet warm saddened green reminding him too much of their first farewell. “You never had the chance to be a child.”

Hiei opens his mouth then closes it. Refutes die on his tongue. He remembers being a child, small and helpless, unable to fight against the fate bestowed upon him. But there’s a weight to Kurama’s gaze and a subtlety to his words that leads Hiei to think.

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The world was frightening. A vast space with reflective surfaces showing women with hardened faces and angered eyes, bearing down on him as they pushed his arms inward and cocooned him in cloth. His heart hammered, skin prickling against their cold fingers wrapping around him and shoving, mouths twisted as the prickling grew worse. Some pulling away while others pushed onward, attempting to wrap the cloth tighter when he pushed out against it. He saw some complain, others shout loudly or exclaim in a dialect he was beginning to understand.

Some threatening with ice growing along their fingertips, bearing down on him in sharpened points. One such woman who loomed over him with cold eyes was shoved aside, her eyes widened slightly as hands reached down naught to force but hold.

“Don’t go near him, Hina!”

“Foolish girl!”

His eyes widened, pale blue filling his vision as this woman held him in her arms despite the prickling of his skin. Grey wisps rising from between them catching on the folds of her clothing and hair, the scent making his stomach turn and the prickling worsen.

“Are you scared?” She asks, though there’s a crease in her brows and hurt in her eyes. He knows it — he saw it in the others who tried to force him into those bindings — but unlike them, his chest aches and the prickling worsens when he sees her eyes water. “It’s alright. I’m here now.”

Foolish. If he could speak, if he could do more than glower at her and squirm against her hold, then he would. She was a fool as they said. Clearly, he was hurting her just as they tried to hurt him.

“I’ll protect you,” she whispers against his skin, her lips cool as they brush against his forehead in a tender kiss. “Hiei.”

Everything stills and for a moment, the world tunnels and all he can see is her. A face he commits to memory. One with kind eyes, warm despite the cool touch of her skin against his own, lips curved into a gentle smile. Her fringe falling just over her eyes, burnt strands of hair ignored, and the pinched skin between her brows smooths out just as his prickling subsides.

Hina.

He resolves to commit that name to memory just like the one she’d given him. Something stirs deep within his chest and he opens his mouth, wanting to make a sound, anything for her to know that he heard her. He accepts what she’s given. But time moves.

Cold hands, unlike her own, snatch him from her and he sees two of the women with hardened eyes grab her by the shoulders. The prickling comes anew but the bindings are ushered onto him without delay and he feels them warm but his flames can’t reach. His arms trapped tight to body, legs uncomfortably cramped, but he can still see through the little window offered to him. See her struggling against their hold, calling out his name and the prickling is unbearable.

It burns at his eyes and he glares disdainfully at the weathered face that looks down upon him.

“Naming such a wretched thing,” the twisted mouth speaks before he’s passed from cold hands to cold hands until he comes to one whose eyes aren’t hardened but mournful. She almost reminds him of Hina even from the soft expression when she regards him, begging for forgiveness.

He refuses.

He refuses because he can hear Hina cry, and urges the prickling to heighten until the bindings are no more. Only she can ease this pain, he was sure of it.

The woman who reminds him of Hina, Rui as they call her, stows a rounded gem in his prison and its color reminds him of Hina’s hair. If she wasn’t there crying, he would have almost thought she was there with him from the moment Rui holds him at arms length.

And he plummets through the sky with Hina’s gasping cries drowned out by howling winds.

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Hiei breathed, dropping back into his body with a shudder. Blinking away the water clinging to his eyelashes and offering the flame to Kagerou’s outstretched hand. His heart aching when the boy reaches for it trustingly.

“In the beginning…”

“Hm?” Kurama’s voice sounds distant as if he was hearing it through glass but his touch was grounding, palm resting against Hiei’s back as he tries to unfurl the words from husky sobs.

Asahi settles against Kurama’s stomach, still trying to clamber up to his chest with a tight grip on the fox’s t-shirt. Kagerou dancing his fingers along the edge of Hiei’s palm. Neither of them falling to their fated demise or seconds from being ripped from their arms. Yearning sours on Hiei’s tongue and Kurama says nothing, only presses and stays.

“In the beginning, I did,” Hiei manages to say, his throat burning when he inhales and Kurama’s hand slips around him to rest at his side, pulling him until his warded arm was caught between them in a side-long embrace.

“I’m glad,” whispered and curls around the shell of his ear, stoking the fire in Hiei’s chest with warmth.

#yyh #yu yu hakusho #kurahi #kurama #hiei #fanfiction #my fanfiction #smile bomb #minamino kagerou #minamino asahi

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aaaa-mpersand · 4 years ago

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OCtober Day 8: Festival

thank you @oc-growth-and-development for the prompt! these are my funky little lesbians, in an arranged marriage au, having some fun at the celebration, hosted to end in one of them getting engaged to someone else. My characters are Calisto Oriyen and Adriana Oshiane. @statistical-improbabilities character, Pallas Galvan, is mentioned several time. Best friends to lovers, fake marriages, and some dancing. “Your highness.” With a bow that almost had her head touching the floor, Calisto extended a hand. “Could I interest you in a request for the first dance?”

The princess in question raised both of her dark brows, outlined in kohl to make them even sharper, yet despite the steady gaze and indifferent demeanor, it took only a moment more for her mouth to quirk into a smile. “I’ll have you know, I’m as good as a married woman.”

Calisto looked up, though her position remained as close to the floor as she could without lying down. “I’ll have you know, you’re too good to be married to any man in this room.”

Through her lashes, she could see the princess staring down at her. Her dress was a majesty––a deep royal blue with embroidered patterns all over––but it was only her face that Calisto had eyes for. The outline of her father was carved in her square jaw, high cheekbones, and oak-brown eyes, features that might’ve been more suited for a son. Her dark hair had been tied and braided into an elaborate bun, silver pins and glittering jewels shining through it like the night sky. Cal had never met Adriana’s mother, and neither had Adriana herself. Still, she couldn’t imagine another person with as keen a gaze and as careful a smile, much less a woman to inherit it from.

“Cal,” Adriana said, with patience, not moving a finger towards Cal’s outstretched hand. “I do mean it.”

“Your father’s trying to intimidate Pallas.” She tilted her head in mock contemplation. “And I reckon we have about two more minutes before people staring and pitying the cramp in my neck from standing like this.”

Adriana didn’t turn to see if what Calisto said was true. Cal had seen her watching them herself, waiting with her ever-sharp gaze. Still, she gave Cal her first real smile of the night. “Did you plan this?” “Your father’s been eyeing Pallas like a hawk all dinner, and I thought, why not?” Cal shrugged. “You’re going to marry him anyway.” With a careful gaze and a purposeful movement, she took Cal’s hand. “I suppose I am.”

Cal straightened, felt the strain in her back loosen. Melodramatics aside, she was almost starting to think that she’d get a hunch in her back sixty years too early, standing like that. Still, she made no indication of that as she sent Adriana a winning smile. Adriana merely rolled her eyes as she led Calisto onto the dance floor. It took the crowd about five minutes to realise they were dancing, and by then, it was five minutes too late. They both knew the dance well––six years at court, and it was still the only part of court courtesy that she happily took part in.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the emperor scowl as he glanced towards them, away from Pallas. Calisto let a wicked grin split over her face. Your insult, my pleasure, you old bastard.

“Are you going to sway there looking smug,” Adriana said, though her own smile was dripping in amusement as well, “Or are you going to dance with me?”

Cal’s grin only grew wider.

The first dance was always a cheerful one, meant to get young ladies and lords on their feet as fast as possible. As such, it was usually the least formal. (though, Cal thought wryly, that was equivalent to calling someone the ‘tallest dwarf.’) Adriana took the lead, and though the steps were more unfamiliar to her, she’d been at enough of these damned things to know the basics. Cal took the ladies role with ease, putting her own flair into the steps whenever things got too slow or repetitive. Her quick feet made quick footwork, and her one-sided cloak––short and the same color as Adriana’s dress––was a colorful flag in the wind as she twirled, skipped, leaned into Adriana’s steady weight.

She was breathing hard, beads of sweat starting to form on the base of her collar, but that didn’t stop her from sending Adriana an exaggerated pout. “I thought we were supposed to be dancing.”

Adriana rolled her eyes, and started going faster.

Cal felt the ripples around them. The partners around the, realising that their steps were out of time with the princess. The moment of panic: did I step wrong on that last phrase? She felt it spread around them like a tidal wave. The musicians began to speed up as well, not wanting to be out of time with the princess of all people, and everyone else was simply dragged along. This whole time, Calisto never took her eyes off Adriana, a genuine smile working its way onto her face as she kept up with Adriana’s pace. “You are horrible,” she said, no doubt noticing the same things that Cal did. Still, this wasn’t their first time at these damned court celebrations. “You adore it,” Cal shot back. With a hint of satisfaction, she noted that Adriana didn’t deny it. “If their old creaking legs get tired, they can always go sit down.”

“Your creaking legs, you mean?” Adriana replied innocently.

Cal flashed a grin. The next sequence was a twirl, and when Adriana pulled Cal’s back close to her chest, she leaned a little closer than absolutely necessary. In the breath space between, she whispered, “Was that a challenge?” “Maybe,” was Adriana’s smooth reply, right as she pulled Cal into the next sequence.

Going faster.

The dancing had Cal’s heart beating fast, but it was the playful spark in Adriana’s eyes and the teasing edge to her tone that made her heart flutter. For a moment, she thought back to how it had been before. They’d been too young for anyone to consider them anything other than friends. The times when Adriana wasn’t too worried or too tense to truly relax had never been common, but they used to come around more often. A simpler time. No talks of marriage, at least, even if everything else was still the same.

But as the steps went faster, and Cal’s breaths came just a hair quicker, she knew time waited for no one. Mourning what had been would get her nothing, and in truth, there was nothing to mourn about the person in front of her right now. Adriana had grown into her full height, standing as tall as her to-be-fiance, though she was still built like a bird. Her strong jaw had filled out, her gaze sharpened, her hands more sure, and though she still held her heart guarded as ever, Calisto knew her spot right beside it better than she knew herself.

Neither of them faltered in their steps, even once, though Calisto moved as quick and sure as outstretched flames, and Adriana as smooth as the dark ocean’s currents. Dancers around them peeled away one by one to rest their legs, or simply wanting nothing in the insanity of the musicians’ quickening pace, to match their princess’ feet.

“Tired, Riana?” Cal said, chest heaving now. “Thinking of that glass of wine you left on the table, perhaps?”

“Not at all.” Adriana said, but Cal could see her running out of breath as well, perhaps more so than Calisto. Though she had less steps and longer legs, Cal was made of lean muscle and years of physical training, while Adriana was built as if she had a bird’s hollow bones, a pallor made from spending late nights in the library. “Well, I am,” said Calisto cheerfully. Adriana let out a breathless laugh, surprised by the sudden honesty, the strain in her chest momentarily forgotten.

There were only a few couples left on the center of the floor, and Cal knew the musicians wouldn’t be dragging this song any longer, what with everyone’s unamused looks and the emperor’s patience being pushed to the limit. She saw Adriana’s gaze flicker to them, a moment of guilt in that ever-sharp gaze, but Cal pulled her back to attention with a small squeeze of her hand in Riana’s.

To hell with them, she thought, but didn’t say, This is ours. They’ll have the rest of forever to dance with partners that don’t even matter to them. “Just one dance, for us,” was what she said out loud, barely loud enough to hear over their steps on the floor. But Adriana nodded, and didn’t take her eyes off Cal. It was just them, now. She could see the sweat on Adriana’s brow, the warm breath from her lips. It only made the heat in Cal’s chest burn, feeling it all the way from her flushed cheeks to the tips of her fingers. Adriana’s piercing gaze only made her feel more bold, more sure. The rest of the room was a blur; only the feeling of Adriana’s hand in hers and their movements in perfect sync were present in her mind’s eye.

And then, with a final twirl and dip, the music ended.

Cal could’ve spent eons in that moment. Adriana’s flushed cheeks, stained red lips, their foreheads inches from touching. Silence.

No one clapped.

So Calisto stepped out of their embrace and bowed anyway, though her head brushed nowhere close to the floor. Adriana remained standing and sighed, but held onto one of her hands.

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“How are your legs?” Adriana asked cooly, pulling them away from the center of the floor as people began to drift back there in pairs.

Cal smirked. It had been nowhere near a workout, though Cal’s legs still strained slightly from a dance well enjoyed. “I’d worry more about yourself, Riana. You looked like you were about to faint when they ended the song. I would’ve had to catch you, and put your dearest Pallas to shame!”

“Thanks to you, I’m not going to have enough breath left to last me two steps into the next dance,” Adriana said, but the traces of her smile had yet to disappear from her voice and her face. “You’re the princess, Riana,” she said, in a silver-sweet tone she used only when teasing, “I’m sure no one would judge if your creaky legs were giving you tr–– hey!” Cal said, pulling her hand away as she felt the sting of Adriana pinching it.

“Play nice, Calisto,” she said, as she walked back towards Pallas, the man she would be engaged to by the end of the night. Cal knew it didn’t mean anything–from both Pallas’ words and Adriana’s–but that didn’t stop it from feeling like a bucket of cold water and a harsh reality check. A few minutes of respite, was all they’d managed to save for themselves. “Make sure to walk it off!” Cal called after Adriana, her grin never faltering. “Sitting down right after physical exertion is not good for your legs!” Adriana glanced back to smile at her as she left, and from the warm feeling that still burned in her chest, Cal knew those stolen minutes would be enough.

#oc-tober #my writing #my ocs #calisto oriyen #pallas galvan #adriana oshiane #arranged marriage au #adristo #funky little lesbians #lgbt romance

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tentoriwrites · 4 years ago

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Voltage Otome Trope Bingo #1

Eons ago @hifftn came up with this idea to do Trope Bingo for the various Voltage fandoms. I finally finished my first piece! Circled in blue below you will see the tropes featured in this fanfic! 2,600+ words of pure indulgence with only a vague touch of plot to keep it from being too cluttered! XD Also, sorry about Atlas being a bit OOC, I haven’t really read his route in like a year now... ^_^;

“You’re the only person I know that sprains their ankle running in a straight line on level ground!” Atlas shouted as he looked over the park planter to eye our assailants. A hail of bullets ricocheted off the planter throwing up sparks and chips of concrete. He immediately ducked back down.

“To my credit, I was being shot at!” I quipped back fearfully as I clutched my throbbing ankle.

“Which makes the running in a straight line bit EVEN better.” He grumbled as he checked his ammunition.

“Well... some of us aren’t used to being shot at every day!”

“Only every other day…”

“HEY!” It’s not like I wanted to be a criminal… I pouted for a brief moment until I felt the ground rumbling. I looked around in horror as I saw everyone rushing to clear the streets. Even our assailants were booking it out of Dodge.

“What’s going on?” Atlas looked around in disbelief.

“Oh stars…” It occurred to me then what planet we were on. “Atlas… We need to get inside!”

“Yeah, like I’m just going to sit on my hands and wait for them to come back!” He was already on his feet offering me a hand.

“You don’t understand you should just leave me here!” I took his hand and gave him a quick shove towards a nearby laundry once I was upright.

Atlas let out a long suffering sigh before hefting me into his arms bridal style. “Would you make yourself useful and shut up!” He took off at a pace much faster than I imagined he could while carrying so much physical and emotional baggage around. The closer we got to the door, the more the rumbling intensified. A good Samaritan threw the door open and yanked us in. Without explanation, they slammed it shut and hit a switch on the wall. Heavy sounding metal plates slid down and locked firmly into place.

“You just made it!” An old woman standing near a basin of sudsy water chimed over the intensifying rumble. She pulled the plug to drain the water. “Another moment or two longer and you would have been cooked!” The nonchalant way she said that last line was deeply unsettling…

“Is anyone going to tell me what’s going on here or do you just expect me to hack into the Union database and figure out?” Atlas huffed as he finally put me back on my feet.

The old woman eyed me a moment when I winced.

“This whole planet is covered in huge underground springs.” I pulled out my tablet and showed him a geologic map of the area. “This town is right next to one of the largest. It’s famous throughout the Union for going off once a month and spews millions of gallons of super-heated water into the air.”

“Darn right, Missy!” The old woman interjected as everyone started looking up to the ceiling. The rumbling had stopped. Suddenly, it felt like the whole world was splitting in two just before the deluge. A deafening roar of water filled the air and vibrated the building in a wholly different way than before. The old woman met my anxiety driven expression with a serene smile. “I built this place specially to harness the mineral water and turn it into a luxury hot spring!”

Atlas and I both looked around dubious of that comment. The laundry was small, cramped, and extremely dirty. The old woman seemed to pick up on this immediately, donning a huge grin. “Follow me…”

Atlas and I both looked at each other.

“That wasn’t a request…” Her sweet old woman demeanor dropped in an instant as she shot us a death glare from the doorway.

“Listen lady.” Atlas started to give her a piece of his mind.

“I assure you, criminal, I’m no lady.” A devious smile crept across her lips as everyone in the laundry pulled out guns and aimed them at us.

My heart hammered in my chest as I eyed the still locked doors and windows. My mind was trying desperately to figure out if I could hack into the system with my tablet.

“We’re all criminals like you!” The old man chimed very pleased with herself. “Hate those Union bastards! So any enemy of theirs is a friend of mine. Come on now and have a nice soak. It’ll fix that ankle right up!”

“It’s not like we can really leave right now…” Atlas vaguely motioned to the windows on one side of the building.

“Even if I lifted the metal plates you still couldn’t waltz out there right now anyways.” The old woman started tottering down a hall.

“The water has to drain and the surface has to cool down.” I explained as I glanced at Atlas.

“Guess we really have no choice then…” Atlas holstered his gun and started for the door. He offered me a hand when he noticed me hopping along awkwardly.

The old woman was standing in the middle of a lavish, wide hall. It looked like we had stepped into a whole other world. “Nice, no?” She grinned wide as she pulled out a key ring. Pulling a key out immediately, she unlocked the door in front of her. “Have a nice rest, on the house. Once everything settles down, you can give those Unions idiots the slip.” She seemed pretty genuine in the offer, but Atlas still gripped my hand tightly.

“Give me one good reason why we should trust you.”

The old woman laughed long and hard. “We clean a lot of things here for a lot of people, Sonny. Including items for people very much opposed to the Union. You’re in good hands.” She donned a cheesy smile and stuck out her pinkie. “I promise.”

“A pinkie promise is pretty serious.”

“You have got to be kidding me…” Atlas smacked his forehead.

“Well say what you want but I take them very seriously!” I hobbled over to the old woman and linked my pinkie with hers.

“Atta girl!” She shook her hand up and down while our pinkies were still locked. Then she shoved the door open revealing the most lavish room I had ever seen. “I’ll have some food brought by soon, enjoy the bath in the meantime!” With that she tottered away leaving me to ogle the room.

Atlas finally joined me at the door, but he seemed just as dumbfounded as me. After a long moment of stunned silence, he muttered under his breath. “Smugglers…” A faint smile he took a tentative step into the room. “Well they definitely aren’t going to bring the Union here…”

“Well that’s a relief…” I wandered in behind him and closed the door. The whole room was full of rich and plush fabrics from the blankets on the bed to the upholstery on the furniture. I sank into an over-sized chair and sighed in satisfaction. “This is nice…”

“Yeah but where is this bath?” Atlas very cautiously opened the only other door in the room. “That’s not a bath…”

“What is it?” I sat up and craned my neck to look into the room.

“A damn swimming pool…”

I knew I looked completely confused as I got up and walked up behind him. Swimming pool was an exaggeration but it was definitely not a bath tub. 5 or 6 people could comfortably sit in the steaming water.

“That looks wonderful…”

“Then get in.” Atlas started to move to leave. He must have seen the pout on my face because he stopped and faced me. He was so close I could feel his breath on my face. “You look like you have something to say…” Even though his voice had a gruff edge there was a fire in his eyes.

“Well…” My eyes darted to the pooltub as I scrambled for an excuse to get him to join me. “I was just thinking I might need some help getting in and out. What if I slip and get hurt even worse?” Yes play to your strengths! Even if those strengths include being a total klutz…

Atlas rolled his eyes as if he were completely put off by the whole thing. “Fine, fine…” He offered me his hand again. “It’d be a pain in the pass if I had to carry you all the way back to the ship.”

SCORE!

I sat down on a chair near the “bath” and started taking my jacket off. I looked over and Atlas was on the complete opposite side of the room taking his jacket off. Well he did agree to take a bath with me so I guess I can’t be too mad. Except he stopped after taking off his jacket…

“I thought you were going to take a bath too…”

He gave me a smug look. “I said I would help you in and out. I never said I was taking one with you.”

Not… technically… wrong… I sighed inwardly before taking off the rest of my clothes. Gentleman that he was, Atlas didn’t look the whole time. Which filled me with one part relief, one part odd disappointment. With a towel wrapped around me, told him I was ready.

I took the hand he offered me and a ginger stepped to the edge of the bath. Just as I was about to step in, a sharp pain in my ankle made me jump. Small though it may have been, it was enough to make me slip and start falling. I watched as the water seemed to come ever closer, in slow motion, that is until something completely different filled my vision. After the water cleared, I realized that Atlas had broke my fall and was now blowing bubbles at me from under the water. As if in a horror movie with one jump scare after another, the towel lazily floated between us…

“Sorry!” I hurriedly grasped the towel and moved to get off the very unamused looking Atlas. I barely covered myself and scurried to a corner of the spacious bath to cower in mortified shame and embarrassment. Atlas looked at me completely exasperated as half his face remained below the surface, then quickly looked away.

“You gonna do something with that towel or you gonna pretend to be a bathhouse lady?” His head now fully above the water, I could see his cheeks turning a bit red. I stared at him agape for a minute while my brain argued with itself as to whether the water caused his red cheeks or he was blushing. Atlas Molniya absolutely doesn’t blush. Can we make Atlas Molniya blush? I’m certainly willing to try!

“Since you’re already all wet…”I smiled awkwardly at Atlas hoping the heat of the water would explain away my red cheeks too.

“Do you know where we are…?” There was a dangerous lilt to his voice that completely threw me off.

“In… a… bathtub…?” I was pretty sure that wasn’t the answer he was looking for but the look he was giving me made it REALLY hard to think straight. The only thing louder than my racing heart was the slow slosh of the water every time he moved closer.

“We’re in an underworld bathhouse… You do know what kinds of things happen in underworld bathhouses, right?”

“I’m… guessing more than just nice, relaxing baths?” It was more a squeak than anything.

“So much more…”

He was so close now I would have been able to feel his breath if it weren’t for the steam rising from the water. “TOO CLOSE!” I thrust out my hand and connected with his forehead

“Finally starting to understand the completely ridiculous situation we’ve managed to get ourselves in?” Atlas was back, but he still looked off.

“Well yes… But… Are you feeling all right?” I tried to sound more concerned than nervous but the shark in the water routine had been a bit much. In fact, I was feeling a little dizzy between my racing heart and the hot water.

“Never better. Why?” He stood up as he said this and immediately started wobbling. “Ok, maybe not…” He managed to get half way down again before he passed out… right on top of me…

“Oh, stars…”

Somehow I managed to get us both out of the bath and on to the floor. I had to get him out of these soaking wet clothes. And well… that was… certainly… something…

“Please don’t wake up right now… Please don’t wake up right now.” Red-faced I fumbled with the fastener on Atlas’s pants, with my eyes closed. The same quiet prayer escaping my lips on repeat.

“Ya know, consent goes both ways.” An irritated voice muttered as a clammy hand grasped mine.

“Oh stars! It wasn’t like that!” I feel as though my face got even redder at that moment. “I just thought if I couldn’t get you into the bed I could at least get most of your wet clothes off!” I huffed and turned away pouting.

“Uh huh…” I couldn’t tell if he was teasing me or truly skeptical of my motives.

“Are you feeling any better than that you’re out of the hot water?”

“Yeah.” Without saying much else he got to his feet, soggy shirt in hand.

“Uh…”

“I don’t know about you, but I’m ready for this day to be over.”

“Oh…” I tried to hide my disappointment. It had been a really long day after all, what with the being chased and shot at, harbored by some crazy old lady in the criminal underworld, bathtub shenanigans… I came to an immediate stop next to Atlas, coming to the same realization at about the same time.

“I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“Oh no! You just passed out! Take the bed and I’ll take the couch!”

“What kind of man would I be if I made a woman sleep on a couch when there’s a perfectly good bed?” He gave me a glare, but it was half-hearted at best.

“We could…” Oh stars… should I really say it?

“What? We could what?” Atlas flopped down on the couch and looked up at me.

“We could… just sleep together… in the bed… since there’s only one…”

His eyebrow quirked up ever so slightly. A blush started creeping up his neck. “I was trying to be a gentleman… But you’re making it real damn hard, I hope you’re aware of that.”

“I just don’t want you to sleep on the couch if you aren’t well.”

“It’s hard to think you have anything but bad intentions when I wake up to you in nothing but a towel trying to take my pants off…”

Oh… that is not a good look for my heart… I watched as he push the button on the wall to turn off the lights.

“AH!”

“What? Do you really want to have sex with the lights on?” I could hear shuffling as he moved closer. “I lived with Jaxson long enough that I refuse to have sex with the lights on.”

That’s fair. Jaxson does seem like the type to just… burst in at random times…

“Well no... it’s just I didn’t think you’d actually take me up on it?” There was just enough light in the room for me to see him get close. “What about you passing out?”

“I had to carry you halfway across town while being shot at. I was just overheated from that is all.”

“Ugh… I really should go on a diet…”

“Why? You’re fine just as you are…” His cool fingers worked their way under the towel until they found the flesh of my sides and gave it a firm squeeze.

“Oh stars…” Before I knew what was happening I was in the bed.

“Tonight, let’s get some rest. Tomorrow, we can take our time…” Much like the name of his ship, there was so much promise in his voice.

“Uh… are you at least going to let me put some clothes on first?”

“Nope.”

“Oh… all right…” Unable to get up through the tangle of his body of mine, I opted to snuggle up next to him and fall asleep instead.

#voltage #starship promise #atlas molniya #trope bingo #fanfic #indulgent fluff #side of spice

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bxcksdoll · 6 years ago

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I’ll take care of you

Pairings: Thor x reader

Summary: Y/N is on her period and Thor takes care of her throughout the day :,)

Request: Heyyyy! Ehm...I love your Thor Imagines so much and may I request something? So I'm on my period right now and would really like to read something where Thor takes care of the reader while she is on her period and is obviously in pain.

Warnings: soft Thor (not a warning but oh well) and swearing

A/N: I’m so inspired to write Thor atm so please send in more Thor requests uwu

“Fuck!” you whispered under your breath as you stood up from the couch. You felt something moist in your pants as soon as you moved.

“No, no, no...” you ran to the bathroom, slamming the door shut. Pulling your jeans and pants down, you discovered that your period came early.

“That stupid fucking period app got the timings wrong,” mumbling to yourself, you grabbed some essential toiletries from the cupboard.

After you had changed your pants and cleaned yourself up, you walked out of the bathroom. A knock was heard, coming from your door.

Making your way over to the door, with a confused expression on your face, you opened it, slowly, to reveal a glamous-looking Natasha.

“Nat! What are you-oh god,” you held your head in your hands. “Don’t tell me the party is tonight...”

“You forgot?!” Natasha scrunched up her eyebrows, her mouth tugging down slightly.

“I did and I’m so sorry. Please don’t hate me but I don’t think I can come tonight...” you frowned.

“What? Why not?” Natasha pouted.

“Well, firstly, I completely forgot so we’d be late if I did go and, secondly, I just started my period; you know how bad my cramps get so I think it’s best if I just stay home.”

“Oh, in that case I think you’re right. But what will I tell Thor?” she raised an eyebrow.

You and Thor had been together for a couple of months now. The two of you were inseparable; he only lived two floors away from you, in the Avengers Compound, so you saw him every day.

“Just tell him that I wasn’t feeling up for it. I feel like being alone for tonight.”

“Okay, but you know Thor - he’ll probably make a big scene and come searching for you if you don’t show up,” she sniggered.

You laughed along, telling her that if he insisted on seeing you she should try to make him stay at the party. You didn’t want him missing out on one of Tony’s big parties just because you were on your period. Nat agreed to it, saying goodbye before heading down to the party.

As you closed the door, you felt the first cramp hit you. You had very heavy, very painful periods - courtesy of your mum who passed them on to you. Wincing, you sat down on the couch, wrapping yourself in the blanket, next to you.

All you had to do was breath through the pain, you were used to this; you decided to distract yourself by switching on the TV in front of you and watching the latest episode of ‘Grey’s Anatomy’.

Meanwhile, down at the party Thor was gazing through the crowd in search for you. He became more and more disappointed, not able to find where you were.

Instead, he found Natasha and Wanda on the left-side of the room. He began to stroll over to them, curious to where you were.

“Good evening, ladies, may I say you both look rather elegant,” he greeted, they returned the compliment. “Either of you wouldn’t happen to know where my beautiful girlfriend is, would you?” he questioned and the two women gave each other a look.

“Actually, Thor, Y/N isn’t feeling up for partying tonight. She said she’d rather stay up in her room and get some rest,” Natasha answered.

“She’s not coming?” Thor furrowed his eyebrows, in concern. “Is she alright? Is she ill?”

“Yes, she’s completely fine. She just didn’t want to come but she told me to tell you that you should still have fun without her,” Natasha told him, worried he would bolt out the door at any second.

Unsurprisingly, Thor stepped away from Natasha and Wanda. He made his way towards the lift, taking huge, long steps. However, Natasha caught up with him, stepping in his way.

“Thor, I appreciate your concern - and I’m sure Y/N does too - but she told me that she wants to stay up in her room alone, for tonight,” she protested, in a serious tone.

“Thank you, Natasha, but I’d prefer not to leave her alone,” Thor tried to step around her but she blocked him again.

“Thor, I talked to her and she’s feeling quite tired right now; I’m not gonna let you disturb her,” she announced.

“Get out of my way, Natasha,” Thor warned, growing nervous about what could be the matter with you.

You were around 30 minutes into the episode of ‘Greys Anatomy’ when, suddenly, the front door to your room swung open. You squealed, slightly, in surprise; catching your breath,you looked up, realising the intruder was just Thor.

“Y/N,” he sighed, a look of worry spreading across his features, “are you alright, my love?”

Seconds later, Natasha ran into the room. “I’m sorry, Y/N,” she gasped between words, “I tried to stop him but he was too fast.”

“It’s okay, Nat, you can go enjoy the party. Thank you for trying,” you gave her a small smile as she left.

Turning back to Thor, you answered his question: “I’m fine, Thor, what would make you think otherwise?”

“Natasha said you’re feeling tired, are you ill?” He walked over to the couch, sitting next to you and placing a hand on your knee.

“No, I’m not ill. I just...I’m on my period, that’s all,” you pursed your lips, looking into his eyes.

“Oh, why didn’t you just tell me, dear?” Thor smiled, taking your cheek in his hand.

“I don’t know...I didn’t want you to miss the party.”

Thor chuckled, lowly. “The only reason I go to those parties is to see you in a small, tight dress, love,” he smirked, making you giggle. You hit his chest, resting your face in the crook of his neck.

“Don’t feel like you have to stay here with me, though,” you murmured into his chest.

“You can’t be serious, Y/N,” Thor moved you away from him, hands resting on your shoulders. “I’d much rather stay here with you than go anywhere else.”

You grinned at him but then felt another cramp hit you and winced in pain.

“Oh, no, Y/N, are you alright? What do you need?” Thor asked, willingly.

“Could you get me a hot water bottle, maybe?” you asked

“Of course. I’ll take care of you, little one,” he got up to find your hot water bottle as you smiled at his nickname for you.

A few minutes later he came back with the hot water bottle and some chocolate that he’d grabbed from your fridge. Your face lit up as you saw what he’d brought you and his face lit up at your expression.

“Thor, you’re the best! I could cry right now.” Thor chuckled, thinking you were exaggerating but in reality your hormones were making you deadly serious.

He passed over your hot water bottle and placed the chocolate on the coffe table, in front of you. Then, he sat down slidding underneath the blanket, closer to you. You wrapped your arms around his torso, snuggling into him with your face nuzzled in the crook of his neck.

Thor placed his arms around your waist, smirking into your hair. “I love you, Y/N,” he whispered. You looked up, quickly, a shocked expression covering your face.

“I love you too, Thor,” you said outloud for the first time.

He leaned down, slowly, pressing his lips to yours in a tender, longing kiss. Your hands went to his hair, running them through his long, blonde strands. His beard felt prickly, tickling your cheeks.

When you both paused for breath, you sat staring into each other’s eyes - foreheads pressed together. This was the only place you wanted to be; a beautiful night, enwrapped in your boyfriend’s arms - receiving endless love and attention from him.

#thor #thor x reader #thor odinson #marvel #avengers #marvel imagine #thor imagine #thor one shot #marvel one shot #avenger x reader #avengers x reader

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bambyeol · 6 years ago

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Radio FM (For me.) (final)

disclaimer : i can’t link the first part because Tumblr removes my fic from the searches if I link the first part ughsduashdihidas

pairing/s: DJ Jaehwan ! x OC

genre: angst, fluff , song-fic

summary: DJ Jaehwan composes a song for a heartbroken listener not knowing he was the one who broke her heart.

“That was the greatest show yet. People never run out of heart-fluttering stories to tell, don’t they?” Jaehwan raved, still basking in the energy he said the show gave him. Agreeing with his previous statement and acknowledging his efforts, you nod.

“Thank you, Yeonrin.” he said in such an endearing tone as you two waited for the elevator to bring you down to the ground floor.

“You can stop thanking me, Jaehwan. You know I needed you too.”

Jaehwan gave you an exaggerated look as though he was unspeakably flattered. You wanted to hit him in the head playfully but decided against it, knowing that the simple gesture will open up gates and bring back feelings which were otherwise already thrown away. But were they really? Why does your heart keep beating this fast, then?

At a nearby convenience store, you both decided to stop for a drink before walking to the subway station on the way home, a routine that the two of you naturally got into.

“So..Jaehwan. You and Gayoung.” Trying to sound as casual as you can, as though this was simply a talk over a drink with a friend, you asked him. “How did things go?”

“Still going. Can you believe it?” Jaehwan took a sip from his drink and giggled. “It’s been a full decade.”

You just smiled and listened to the rest of his stories with staged interest. Them going to the same university. Graduating together. Finding jobs as close as possible to one another and finally, what hit you the hardest, them finally moving into their own quaint apartment. “It’s small,” he says. “But it’s our own and it’s perfect.”

A perfect home for their perfect love story.

And here you were - the shattered bystander.

The past week’s episodes were filled with first love stories, fluttering proposals, touching reunions. Not a single heartbreak story ever since he started the show. You thought this was quite odd. Where in the world were the other people who had their hearts broken like you did?

And then an idea crossed your mind. One that had more of a personal motive. Your mind has been tugging at you ever since you met Jaehwan again. Was it that you wanted him to know your side of a decade-old tale? However futile the effort may be? Or was it because, seeing him again, you thought it was the sign of another chance?

None of this matters.

At least, you’ll finally have a song especially written for you. At least, it was by him.

---

“He was a high school acquaintance who had a passion for music like no other person I knew at the time. We did not know each other until senior year came along and even then, we didn’t have the most pleasant of first meetings. But eventually, I found myself admiring his talent and his determination. We talked sporadically throughout the year, bonding over his songs and music in general. Right when I thought he felt the same way about me, he confessed to a girl. With my favorite song of his.”

The office floor was dark and silent except for a desk lamp shedding its yellowish glow on the far corner of the room and the sound of you typing away inside your cubicle. As is common when you had some extra work to accomplish, you stayed back, asking Jaehwan not to wait up for you as he had to do his own preparations for the next day’s show.

You read your entry again and again, making sure it was exactly at the line between vague and excessively specific. Despite wanting to get your message to him, you weren’t exactly sure if it would be to your convenience that he knew it was from you. You simply wanted to hear from him since your connection, if it could even be called a connection, was so abruptly interrupted.

The block of text stayed in your screen for what seemed like ages as you swiveled in your office chair again and again, as if the continuous turning would help you muster the courage to click the button.

And though it felt ridiculous, feeding audience content to your own show, you clicked send and shut your laptop without second thoughts.

----

Jaehwan entered the broadcast room the following evening with his forehead creased in deep thought. Right then and there, you thought he figured you out. But when you asked him why he came in looking like he had the world on his shoulders….

“I’m just internalizing. The story today is quite...heartbreaking, for once.” So he did read it, and he actually chose it. Although, there were no signs of suspicion in his features.

Quite heartbreaking. An understatement. In your case, anyways.

You heaved a sigh, but whether it was a sigh of relief or a sigh to brace yourself for what was to come, you had no clue.

“Yeonrin, 2 minutes.” a colleague got your attention and you sat down in your chair, trying to pull your mind back to work.

“Jaehwan-ah, all set?”

“Yep.” he pulled in his chair, positioning his face directly in front of the mic.

Within the two minutes before the start of the show, he went through the mental list he had: the lyrics he wrote, the chords of the song, and the advice he wanted to give. Contrary to what you thought, that moment ten years ago did cross his mind by the time he finished reading the entry. However, he simply acknowledged the similarities between the confession and nothing else. He never considered that his own confession resulted in the heartbreak of another.

“Our story today is a bit different from the content of the past week. A love that was stopped by a sudden confession. You listeners may be wondering ‘Huh? But confessions usually start up a relationship, don’t they?’” He started, putting on a silly voice which was supposed to mimic the audience.

You almost laugh as he struggled to keep the atmosphere appropriate to today’s story. Kim Jaehwan’s antics can be really out of place.

“That’s not wrong, dear listeners. But the said confession, sadly, was not directed to our letter sender. Yes, the hidden love that blossomed in her heart was not returned. And she witnessed someone she loved confess to someone else.”

He proceeded by reading the very words you wrote the night before, and it seemed like you were back in that cramped and humid broadcasting room on that last day as he uttered your story from his own mouth.

“Before I sing for this sender tonight, let me give my two cents. It is possible that you invalidated your feelings after such confession happened. But you had every right to those feelings, being human. Do not despise yourself for hanging onto them. But now, time has passed and both of you have your own stories to write. Acceptance will come with time and distance.”

And with that, he introduced his song, started strumming his guitar, inducing a melancholic tune.

Park Ji Min - Hopeless Love

I know there’s no hope, so every time I look at you It’s so hard, because I love you so much It hurts so much when you say I’m just a friend I’m standing outside the line that I can’t ever cross

It hurts but why can’t I turn away? This hopeless love In your eyes that look at me, there aren’t any feelings that are like mine It’s such a sad thing to know your heart

He finished the song and for a few seconds there was a resounding silence inside the broadcast room, all of the employees, bosses and assistants alike, had expressions as if their own hearts were touched by the music they just heard.

Jaehwan looked up from inside the booth and you stood up and moved your chair so that your back was to him. You had no assurance that your face did not completely mirror your heart.

Soft applause finally filled the room and Jaehwan wrapped up the show with his signature closing credits as you were left to organize the thoughts running through your head while pretending to be occupied by the control buttons.

Acceptance, time, distance. You’ve got the latter two taken care of, what with you having been away from him for a decade. But acceptance.

It felt hopeless.

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It felt like the world was mocking your plea for closure, a stab to your desperation when Jaehwan’s song for you, “the anonymous sender”, became a big hit, ranking number 1 in the most-searched on Naver and opening up petitions for a complete song.

Several agencies winded up getting interested, sending their offers to Jaehwan to be under their label to which he dutifully declined, opting to use the radio station instead as means of publishing the full version.

“Why’d you reject the offers?”

“Oh. It would be better if it would be under the radio station still. Besides, I don’t want to make money out of someone’s heartache. That song was for her alone.”

“Oh.” you remain silent, pondering on his words, heart beating rapidly uncontrollably. You tuck stray hair behind your ear, “I’m sure she agrees.”

You look up. For sure, if Jaehwan just met your eyes then, he’d know. You were willing to let it slip, to finally come undone, to lay down the secrets you kept for 10 years.

Even if it meant a rejection was on-hand.

But he doesn’t. Instead, he busily rummages in his bag until he grabs a hold of a thin white envelope. A little too fancy, with the embossed gold patterns, and the emboldened letters.

You are invited to…

“Right. I’m sorry what were you saying again?” Jaehwan faces you, the white envelope bound to be passed to your now opened palms.

You didn’t know when you unfurled your palms as if you were expecting it. You shake your head before staring at the envelope.

“No. It’s nothing…”

“I wanted to invite you,” he starts. Every word after that became heavier. It was like quicksand - the more you tried to move, the more you sunk into that feeling of helplessness.

“We’re going to get married. I mean.. I wanted us to get married first before we moved together, but being a musician was tough. But now, with my job and how the show’s a success, there’s nothing hindering us anymore.” he swung his arms animatedly, a mixture of embarrassment, joy and most of all endearment.

“Really. You always save me, Yeonrin. More than being my guardian angel. The more I think about it, you’re our guardian angel.” That was the finishing blow. Your heart was crushed completely, tears just a word away from spilling.You look down, regretting sending your story for the first time.

“That’s why, I’ll really appreciate it if you will come. You’re someone special to us. “

But I wanted to be the one special for you. You thought grimly.

“I can’t.” you reply immediately even before you could form a tactful rejection to the invitation. “Ah. I mean…” you scramble for a reply, and a stray tear falls across your cheek. You wipe it off immediately hoping Jaehwan wouldn’t have caught it, but he did and he reached for your wrist in concern.

“Yeonrin?” he asks softly. You swat him away, retreating into a fetal position and the tears didn’t stop. He bends down, rubbing your back though unsure why you suddenly bursted.

Kim Jaehwan always can’t read the atmosphere for the love of God.

“I’m sorry,” you croak. “I can’t.”

“No. No. It’s totally okay. I mean, you don’t need to come if you can’t,” a flustered Jaehwan replies still missing the mark.

With one deep breath, you momentarily pause the tears on your eyes. “I can’t wish you happiness, Jaehwan.” You half-smile.

“Not back then, and definitely not now. I’ve always.” your arms folded atop her knees. “I’ve always, really, loved you.” you confess.

He freezes, “How long?” It was the only thing he could form despite the multiple questions rounding up his mind.

“Senior year.” you reply curtly, sniffling.

“Why didn’t you..” his question was left hanging, but you understood

You laugh mirthlessly, “How could I? When you beat me to it and confessed to Gayoung. I really thought that you liked me too. I guess that what we were was just confined in that broadcasting room. Similar to what we are now.”

“I sent that story.” you open up. “The one whose song became a hit, but even until now, all that I am is just a guardian angel. A person who leads you to where you wanted to be. “

His lips were pressed into a thin line. It hurt him that you endured everything, but he knew where his heart laid.

It will never be with you.

“I’m sorry.” he concludes

You nod understandingly.

“Thank you.” you bite your lips and muster up a smile. “It may have taken 10 years, but you finally sang for me.”

He nods, hands delicately removing his touch from your back until it’s beside him again.

Although many have requested for a full version of the song, Jaehwan did not sing it anymore and it was soon forgotten.

On the night of his wedding, you received an anonymous email with an mp3 file attached.

To my guardian angel...

-fin-

a/n : i will never be not sad over this fic :< my friend and I long completed this fic and I just really forgot to update it. I”M SO SORRY BUT THIS IS ALSO HARD TO READ FOR ME WITH THE HEARTBREAK. wanna one is disbanding soon also :< i’ll miss them dearly but writing for them has been such a gift. I remember typing in the middle of the night, fueled by their songs (and Day6 of course) . I wish to continue writing for them before they disband, but in the case that I won’t be able too, this mini author’s note will serve as a thank you for all the readers who read my fics. For all your support, and for all your patience as I continually break my promise of “i’ll post it soon” . Thank you for staying ;-; . Thank you for all your kind words. It’s been a great pleasure to write for you all.

#wanna one #wanna one scenarios #wanna one imagines #kim jaehwan scenarios #kim jaehwan imagines #kim jaehwan

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spider-bih · 7 years ago

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Ugh P.2 [Peter Parker] [Soulmate AU]

Pairing: Peter Parker x Female!Reader

Warnings: Cursing as always, Mentions of pain, some angst if you squint etc

Part 1, Masterlist

Holy fuck- Spider-Man, Queens hero- was your soulmate? Your soulmate, was in New York, right here- standing right in front of your face? This was him- this was the person you were supposed to spend the rest of your whole life with. Most people your age didn’t meet their soulmates- not unless they were incredibly lucky. Hell, one of your closest friend had a timer, and her timer had years and years to go, but you? Your soulmate was standing right here..

“You..”, you began, staring at the masked hero before you in shock.

“You-”, he replied, but you quickly cut him off, throwing a brown bag with your half eaten cinnamon roll in it, at his face. He caught it easily, “What was that-”

“You asshole!”, you hissed, glaring at him, “Do you have any idea what you’ve put me through? People think I’m completely nuts sometimes! I wake up at three in the damned morning, fighting back screams! God- just last week I felt like I was gonna die! Would it kill you to be more careful?!”

He seemed shocked, but you couldn’t tell with that mask on his face, “What you’ve been through? I’m out here saving lives- I can’t help that sometimes people land some good hits! Plus, I didn’t even know you existed up until like five minutes ago! I’ve grown up thinking I didn’t have a soulmate! I have no tattoo, no timer, no string- nothing that I can see! I’ve had people tell me it might be the pain tie but- I never felt anything from you until now! I almost broke my leg by slamming it into a billboard while swinging! All because you decided to burn your tongue with something- and now you punch a wall! My fist is throbbing, what the hell!”

“What? You didn’t know I existed?”, you asked, exasperated, “How?! I’ve been getting cramps once a month since I was thirteen! How did you not feel them?! It’s not my fault you hit that billboard! Pay more attention and oh, I dunno, be more careful?!”

“I felt them- but I didn’t think they were you! They went away so fast! I never got any marks from you- nothing big enough to signal that the pain I was feeling wasn’t my own! Maybe if I had, I wouldn’t have been purposely getting hurt to see if I’d get a reaction!”

“What if your tie to me wasn’t pain? What if it was emotions? You’d be hurting yourself for no reason-!”

“I heal fast.”, he stated, as if it were no issue, “And my pain tolerance is kinda high.”

“Well mine isn’t! People think I’m crazy! My parents think I’m exaggerating because surely my soulmate wouldn’t be out breaking his fucking bones at three in the fucking morning!”, you were shouting now. People often had such beautiful stories to tell of how they met their soulmates. Some even had silly ones to tell- and yet, yours would be this. Your first meeting with your soulmate was an argument- and it was an easy one because you couldn’t see his face. You couldn’t see the features of him that were made just for you- couldn’t fall for whatever color his eyes might be or the facial expressions he made.

“How is that my fault! Like I said, I didn’t know you existed-”

“Everyone has a soulmate you idiot!”

“Not everyone!”, he shouted too now, “I’ve seen some people have no tie to anyone! I live near some people who were born with nothing- just like I was! I thought I was one of those unlucky people, okay?! I-I figured that.. if- if I hurt myself enough- maybe- maybe I’d get a response- and I did. You have no idea what it felt like to grow up thinking I was going to be alone for the rest of my life- or end up with someone who didn’t really love me. I got to watch everyone around me be excited over their tattoos, constantly checking on their timers or gushing about how they were glad to have the easiest tie to their soulmates. I’ve been jealous of my best friend for years because he has a red string! A red string that, if he follows, will lead him to his everything! I thought I was alone!”

His sudden confession shocked you. You didn’t know that there were some people without ties to a soulmate meant for them. You didn’t know you’d been hurting your soulmate like this, and so you were speechless.

“I was so happy to have felt something- even if my tongue feels funny now. I’ve always wondered what it might be like to meet my soulmate if I had one- I just never imagined this..”

You made a face, hating that you felt so guilty. This wasn’t really your fault, was it? How could you have known your soulmate wasn’t getting the pain you felt monthly? How could you have any idea that you had to do something drastic for him to know you existed and that your tie to each other would forever be pain? God- this was insane. Your soulmate was a super-hero. You didn’t know super-heroes had soulmates that were regular people. It never crossed your mind that Iron-Man might be forever bound to a regular woman- or that Captain America or even Hulk, would be tied to a regular every day person. How did the universe think that’d work? Especially with a tie like feeling each other’s pain?

You shook your head, “I just- I need to go home. I can’t even wrap my head around this- fucking hell..”

“I can take you-”

“No. I need to- I can’t- holy shit you’re my soulmate- you of all people.. I need to go alone. I can’t..”

“Me of all people? What the hell is that supposed to mean?”, he asked, clearly offended.

“It means you’re a super-hero and I’m just- I’m me! I’m a regular person! How did the world think this would work? How did it think this was fair?! My soulmate is going to be risking his life daily and I- I’m gonna have to just sit back and- and hope and- oh my god- I didn’t even think of that- what if I were to lose you? I’d have to feel you die- god- I can’t. I don’t- I cannot deal with that- could you? Can you honestly tell me you’d be okay with feeling me die- feeling all my pain fade off and be left with nothing for the rest of your life?”

He remained silent, taking in your words. Could he live with that? He wasn’t so sure- he didn’t even know how May was dealing right now. Her tattoo was now a puffy scar on her wrist. Ben’s name was forever scarred on her wrist- a constant reminder of his absence. He already knew what it felt like to be alone- surely now that would feel so-

“I thought so. Look- I know who you are now and- well- I’ll scream if I need to find you just- fuck please- please for the love of everything, be more careful. You’re killing me dude.”, you said, grabbing your bag and pushing past him.

He stood there, shocked into silence. He’d just met you- he’d gotten his first look at who should be in his life for the rest of his days. He’d seen you- and now he had to lose you? What bullshit- hey wait..

A piece of paper fell out your bag. It lay on the ground at his feet- it was graded homework.

[Y/n] [L/n] was scrawled in the top right corner along with the date and class period- you went to his school? You two even shared the class this homework was for! This whole time..

This entire time- you sat right in front of him, and he never even knew?!

Part 3

Tags: @leilei-draws, @i-larb-spooderman

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yanmazu · 7 years ago

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Inko Smash!

( A toshinko fic)

>> Chapter Index <<

Chapter Two The princess style, on the other hand, is way more choreographic.

Featuring: - MORE TRACKSUITS AND A PINK SCRUNCHIE - ON THE BACK VS. PRINCESS STYLE - NOTHING HAPPENS... AGAIN

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The next morning he’s standing in front of her apartment. He realizes he never actually gave her his number, nor he told her at what time he’d be there. But he really can’t just go back now, so he rings the doorbell.

She opens the door almost instantly, as if she was waiting on the other side. She’s wearing a t-shirt and some sporty lounge trousers and she looks even softer than the day before. She also looks very huggable, which is a quality he really never observed in people before today, but somehow seems now rather fundamental.

“Please come in,” she says. “I wasn’t really sure at what time I was supposed to expect you, so I don’t have anything ready…”

“Sorry about that. I… really had to go yesterday.”

“Can I make anything for you? Coffee, tea…?”

He declines politely, and asks for just a glass of water. She disappears in the kitchen for a minute. When she’ returns, he gives her the paper bag he was carrying.

“Here. For you. I hope it’s ok.”

She picks the bag and checks inside. Her face lights up with a big smile, and he thinks that it’s the first time he sees her smiling like that and he really hopes it won’t be the last. Actually, he wouldn’t mind to see her smiling face often. Often as in every day. But just because he likes when people smile. Just for that.

“For real? This is awesome. Give me a minute, I’m going to change!”

When she comes back, she’s wearing her brand new U.A. tracksuit and her face is still beaming with happiness.

“This is just so comfortable! How did you get it?”

“I have my connections,” he says.

“Well, thank you! …All Might.”

He realizes he probably never introduced himself properly.

“Ah, you can call me by my name. Toshinori Yagi. Just Toshinori is ok.”

“Well, thank you Mr. Toshinori. I really appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome, Miss Midoriya.”

“Inko,” she says. “That’s my name. Just Inko is ok.”

“You’re welcome, Miss Inko.”

She has a lovely name, small and cute. Just like her.

“I have to admit,” she says, looking again at her new tracksuit, “my other outfit… Well, I might have used it as pajamas once or twice. This is definitely better. And it looks just like Izuku’s!”

Oh. That’s why she was happy. Of course. Of course, it’s like the boy’s. And everyone else at school.

“And yours, too,” she adds. “Look, we match now!”

He smiles.

“Shall we go?”

“Just a second.”

She pulls her hair up in a ponytail, checks herself in the mirror and giggles a little bit more at her outfit. “Ok, I’m ready.”

He’s looking at her ponytail and isn’t it just so cute? The way it arches up and then flows down, and how the end slightly curls, and how it leaves her neckline exposed?

“What?” she asks.

“What… what?”

“Ponytail what? I didn’t get it, sorry.”

Was he thinking out loud?

“I was thinking… I’ve never really learned how to make a ponytail.”

It’s actually a lie, and a bad one, but it’s still better than the truth, so it’s ok.

“Do you want me to pull up your hair, too?”

She sounds rather excited.

“Izuku never lets me comb his hair! And I think I have the perfect thing-” and without waiting for him to answer she disappears in the hallway. She comes back a minute later, holding a scrunchie.

“Isn’t this appropriate?” she asks, showing him the scrunchie. It’s an All Might-branded pink scrunchie. “If you don’t mind the color, that is. Izuku got it for me years ago.”

“I don’t mind,” he says. And it’s true. He doesn’t mind at all what she’s going to put on his head because to do it she needs to get close to him, and she needs to pass her fingers through his hair, and he thinks he doesn’t even remember when was the last time that someone touched him so gently in such an intimate manner, if it ever happened at all, and it honestly feels so good… But she’s done in just a few movements, and he knows it’s time to go.

They walk slowly, mostly in silence, until they arrive at the park.

“We’ve already walked a little, let’s do some stretching and then see how far you can manage, ok?”

She nods, but she doesn’t look too sure.

“It’s ok,” he says, “we’ll stop when you’re tired.”

If she gets too tired to even walk home, he can always carry her on his back. Yes. That would be a nice exercise for him, too, and it has nothing to do with having her soft arms around him or generally anything to do with him touching her. It’s just exercise. As it is holding her as she flexes one leg at a time, or touching her shoulders as he helps her to reach the point of her feet with her fingertips. It’s just exercise. However, when he realizes that he’s bending so close to her he can almost discern the ingredients of her nice-smelling shampoo, he decides it’s time to start running.

At first she seems to be keeping up with him, but it lasts just a couple of minutes. Soon she’s out of breath, her face is all red and she’s still incredibly cute.

“I’m… sorry,” she whispers in between two heavy breaths, “I’m… sorry.”

“It’s ok, we’ll just walk.”

He offers her his arm and she grabs it like her life depends on it, clutching it close to her. He doesn’t mind this at all, save for the fact that now he can imagine what a nice feeling must be being hugged by her and he can’t stop thinking about it.

“…So… sorry…”

“Breathe. Just breathe. But don’t stop walking. We’re not even half way.”

After a few minutes she feels better enough to release his arm from her grasp. Sadly. Her face is still quite red, but she can talk.

“I’m in a worse shape than I thought I was,” she says.

“Eh. I know the feeling.”

Maybe he shouldn’t really compare their – very – different circumstances, but isn’t it true? They do match, in a way.

“I’m sorry. I feel like I’ve wasted your time.”

“What? I’m the one who brought you here running. And stop saying you’re sorry.”

“But still,” she pouts, “not even half way!”

He chuckles at her frown. She’s cute even in this way.

“Well, you know what?”

She looks at him, still a bit sulky.

“What?”

“You’ve done far better than what I imagined you’d do.”

It’s true. He thought she would have stopped by now, but she hasn’t. She’s walking and not running, that’s true, but she’s still going on.

“So you’re ok in doing this again tomorrow?”

He’s not sure if she sounds more excited or more worried.

“Unless you want to give up?”

“I can’t.”

There’s a sharpness in her voice that reminds him that basically she’s there to punch someone. But she quickly changes her tone, adding hastly, “I mean, what kind of good example I’d be? I can’t really tell Izuku that his mom gave up on day one.”

He nods.

“And about that,” she adds, slightly embarassed, “I haven’t told him. About us. This. About this I mean.”

About us? That’s a very interesting concept.

“So please, just… don’t tell him for now? I’ll just tell him later.”

He doesn’t like not telling things, but he admits the situation is slightly awkward. What if the boy gets the wrong idea and thinks he’s like, interested in Inko as a woman? It would be perfectly understandable, since she’s not only cute, but actually beautiful, and she perfectly fits the image of the ideal woman he didn’t even know he had until that moment, but the boy might not take it in the right way. Which is that he’s just helping her. Punching someone.

…Maybe it’s better if she’s the one explaining this to the boy.

“Ok,” he says.

Finally, they reach the flight of stairs that connects the path they’ve walked to their starting point. She’s not thrilled to have to go up so many steps, but she doesn’t complain.

Once they’re at the top, it’s just a hundred meters of so from where they were stretching before. They reach some vending machines and he gets a bottle of water for her while she collapses on a nearby bench. He offers her the bottle.

“Let’s rest for a while, ok? Then I’ll walk you home. Think you can manage?”

“Yes,” she says. “I’m exhausted, but I’m ok.”

He feels kind of bad for being a little bit disappointed in her being able to walk back home on her own. He really wouldn’t have minded carrying her on his back. Or princess style. He really doesn’t know which one would be better, what would she prefer?

Carrying her on his back is more comfortable for him, and it implies her hugging him and having her face incredibly close to his. Probably it’s better if he really needs to carry her all the way back home. The princess style, on the other hand, is way more choreographic, but slightly more uncomfortable when you have to walk for a while. But it also allows eye contact, should that be desired. So maybe that’s better if he just needs to pick her up for a short while. Like, if she sprains her ankle or if she gets a cramp, he could pick her up princess style and carry her to the nearest bench, then he could tend to her injury and then he could carry her home on his back. Yes. That would be perfect. But still, what would she like best?

“What are you thinking about?”

Her question pulls him back to reality.

“You had such a serious face, like you were thinking about something deadly important.”

“Maybe,” he says.

“Hero stuff?”

“Kinda.”

“You’re not telling?”

“Nope.”

She lets out an exaggerate sigh and crosses her arms.

“Maybe some other time,” he adds.

They revert to the usual small talk until he realizes he’s going to be late for school if they don’t start going back. He walks her back to her apartment building, bids her goodbye and watches her disappearing inside. As soon as she’s out of sight, he rushes to the school, and manages to get there just in time to change clothes before his lesson starts.

He forgets completely about the pink scrunchie though, until he catches the boy whispering excitedly, “I have one that looks EXACTLY like that at home!”

#Toshinko #Toshinori Yagi #Inko Midoriya #boku no hero academia #bnha #fanfic

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Weaver of Dreams

Choices: Endless Summer Book Two

Pairing: MCxJake

This is set between the arrival on Sharktooth Isle and the appearance of Yvonne. Just an FYI- it’s been a while since I’ve sat down and actually written anything, so I’m pretty rusty and have no doubt this piece will show that. But I’ll give it the ole college try anyway. My MC’s name is Taylor.

It was somewhat mind blowing just what people were capable of when forced into crisis mode. Taylor had always been a take-charge person, a natural leader with distaste for authority. Her parents often deemed it due to Only Child Syndrome, the lack of built-in playmates growing up combined with a desire for the spotlight pushing her to always stand at the front of the pack. But since their initial arrival to La Huerta, the gang of radically different personalities had shifted their varying focuses almost instinctually to the same target.

They’d been in their exile of captivity only a few hours, mostly spent catching up with the recovered trio and exploring their newest living quarters. It felt unreal to see Diego again, and Grace and Raj, all safe and relatively okay, considering the multitude of possibilities. Nothing was perfect by any means, but they were all together again, and that alone gave Taylor more hope than anything else lately. Whatever happened, they’d face it together.

It was after the initial commotion had died down that she found herself strolling along the shore of Sharktooth Isle, staying a respectable distance away from the monster-filled sea while remaining within visibility of the group, just in case. It went without saying that no one went out of sight alone, but she needed a few moments to collect her thoughts after the insanity of the day’s events. To say things changed quickly these days was the understatement of a lifetime.

Plopping down into the sand Taylor let out a sigh, her eyes scanning across the endless water before her as a million thoughts ran through her head.

“I have to give credit where credit’s due: you’re playing the damsel role to a tee.”

The young woman’s head snapped up, twisting to see the familiar smirk of her favorite sandy blonde.

“A damsel implies being a commoner,” she replied, a smirk of her own appearing, “Which means I don’t qualify, seeing as how I’m already a princess and all.”

“On the contrary, a damsel is defined simply as a young, unmarried woman,” Jake countered with ease, “And unless you managed to forge my signature after I passed out last night, you fall into the damsel category. Sorry Princess.”

Taylor grinned. “Who said it was your signature I’d forge anyway, Top Gun?”

For a split second Jake’s face went blank, confirming her suspicion that the possibility truly hadn’t crossed his mind despite the joke, before the glimmer returned to his eyes.

“Not like I got much competition,” he said easily, dropping down into the space next to her and offering the glass bottle he held. “You and I both know this thing we got is inevitable. No point in pussyfooting around it.”

Taylor stared at him for a minute, realizing the truth of his words. He wasn’t wrong. Sure, a few of the others in the group were appealing, and it wasn’t like there were no options back home. But whatever was happening between them was unlike anything else either had ever experienced, and it was clear that it extended far beyond just being trapped in this unknown circle of hell.

Taking a pull from the bottle, she finally let out a small sigh.

“Fair enough,”

“But going back to your damsel façade,” Jake spoke again after a few minutes, “You’re looking like maybe the weight of the world you got on your shoulders is starting to cause a cramp,”

A humorless laugh escaped her lips.

“I have no idea why,”

“You need a break,” he stated, receiving an eye roll in response.

“Jake, while I’m sure Raj has managed to somehow scrounge up enough alcohol to put us all out of our miseries, I’m really not in the mood tonight.”

“Is that really all you’ve come to assume from me? Answers in the form of all night ragers and large amounts of booze?” he shrugged, then echoing her earlier statement, “Fair enough. Not what I had in mind though.”

Taylor squinted at him for a minute. “Alright, I’m intrigued,” she finally relented. “What do you have?”

“Take a second and think back to when you were a little kid,” He instructed, “When life was simple and all you did was run around and pretend. Where did you go?”

“Where did I go?” she repeated slowly.

“We all had that one place we’d always wind up in our minds- the place we always picked when it was our turn to make up the game, no matter how unrealistic it was. Because we were kids and it didn’t matter,” he elaborated, “For a long time I was the red Power Ranger defeating Master Org from conquering the Animarium.”

“Wild Force?” she smiled fondly, instantly recognizing his reference to the children’s series. “I was always the Yellow Ranger. Mostly because she looked like me and we had the same name.”

Jake paused. “You do look freakishly similar,” he realized, staring at her for a moment before regaining his focus. “Anyway, where did you go?”

Taylor glanced down at the sand between her toes, feeling a blush creep onto her face. The answer came to her without any effort at all, but that didn’t mean she was eager to share it.

“Nowhere spectacular,” she muttered, causing the pilot to study her intently.

“God damn, I knew it,” he said quietly, realization crossing his features. “You were totally a princess, weren’t you? Holy shit,” At her crimson cheeks darkening, he let out a howl of laughter and threw back his head. “Hot damn, you were a princess! I was on point. I bet you had a castle and everything, didn’t you? I knew it.”

“Yeah, yeah, you can stereotype and have a weird obsession with nicknames. We get it, Red Ranger,” she retorted, eyes rolling at his shit eating grin. “Was there a point to this trip down memory lane or are you just too drunk to realize how little sense you’re making?”

“Easy now, I’m not trying to get myself locked in the castle dungeon,” he needled, raising his hands in surrender before getting back on track, “Alright, seriously though, I want you to close your eyes and go back there.”

Seeing her look of doubt, Jake stared at her with no trace of amusement on his face. “I’m serious. Put yourself back in that place. This beach is the palace courtyard,” he decided, gesturing to their surroundings, “You’ve got the whole nine yards: a castle, a whole court of servants and nobles- Count Drunkula would be the perfect jester, you can’t deny that. Buff and Buffer would be your guards. Lady Einstein is totally your woman in waiting, or whatever it’s called. Thank about it, it’s all right here.”

For a moment, Taylor couldn’t help but listen to his words, seeing the images appear before her vey eyes. Everyone did seem to perfectly fill a role. Diego would undoubtedly be the court adviser, with his infinite wisdom, and Michelle and Quinn, one with the skills and knowledge to heal and the other filled with tenderness, would tend to the fallen soldiers. Estella would fearlessly lead the fiercest pack of warriors to protect the kingdom. Even Furball, her trusty steed, fit right into the mold.

“So I’m guessing that makes you Prince Charming that sweeps me off my feet?” she finally mused, though Jake quickly shook his head.

“Nah, that’s way too boring.” He declared, “The prince is great and all, but too predictable. And you don’t want that life anyway. Too stuffy.”

“Oh really?”

He nodded confidently. “You want adventure and excitement, which is why you ditch the prince at the ball and go with the ruggedly handsome stable boy.”

Taylor stifled a chuckle. “And that’s you?”

“At your service,” Rising from his seated position and abandoning the now empty bottle, Jake gave an exaggerated bow before extending his hand. “May I have the honor?”

Letting out a laugh, the blonde quickly froze when he didn’t drop the act. “Are you seriously asking me to dance with you right now?”

“Well I wasn’t offering to bake cookies,” he retorted, wiggling the fingers on his still offered hand. “Don’t leave me hanging here, Princess. We’ve all seen CSPAN. Parliament ain’t the party it used to be in the 90s.”

Letting out a sigh, Taylor tossed aside the ridiculousness of the situation and took his hand, allowing herself to be pulled up from the sand and into his arms.

“There’s no music,” she couldn’t help but point out, causing him to roll his eyes.

“Seriously, work with me. I’m doing my best here, Your Highness.”

“Alright, alright.” She slipped her arms around his neck while his slid around her waist, smiling softly as their bodies pressed together and began to sway. “Thank you, kind sir. I’m quite impressed that a commoner such as yourself has such exquisite dancing skills.”

“Well, you observe enough of these royal events, you pick up a thing or two,” Jake replied. “Besides, I had to be prepared in case the opportunity to display my talents to Her Highness ever arose.”

“Been dreaming of this day a while, have you?”

Jake nodded seriously. “All my life,”

Taylor allowed her forehead to rest against his, a small breath escaping her lips. “This is nice,” she murmured, momentarily dropping their little charade and speaking sincerely to the man in front of her.

“Sometimes you just need to escape the real world,” Jake spoke quietly, “Hell, it‘s why I became a pilot.”

“I get that.” Lifting her eyes to meet his, she smiled softly. “So after this epic dance of ours, what happens next?”

“Obviously we ditch the party,” he remarked. “Maybe have a romp in the stables since we can’t contain our passion, then we saddle up and get the hell out of here.”

“And go where?”

“Wherever we want. Anywhere in the world. Just name it.”

For a moment Taylor paused, her mind racing over the endless possibilities spanning the globe- Paris, Spain, Brazil, China… If she had the power to go anywhere, the entire world at her disposal, where was the one place she most wanted to be?

“Home,” she finally announced, her answer falling softly from her lips into the warm island air.

Jake sighed, his eyes tired and showing no surprise. “Yeah,”

“Not my dorm at school though,” she continued after a beat, the words coming easier now as the answer cleared in her mind. “Or even my parents’ place. Somewhere new, that we could make our own.”

“We?” Now there was a clear display of shock across his features.

Taylor shrugged, a small blush creeping onto her cheeks. “You know that saying: home doesn’t have to be four walls. Sometimes it’s a person.”

“And that person is me?”

“If you want it to be.”

Jake stared down into her eyes as she looked up at him, silently challenging him and making it clear she wasn’t backing down.

“Home’s kind of a foreign concept to me,” he said quietly. “I’m not really the type that likes to settle down. Never had much of a reason to.” And then, just as her face was about to fall, he murmured, “But finding a place to stick around doesn’t sound like the worst thing in the world. Given the right circumstance.”

“Oh yeah?” she challenged, “And what circumstance would that be?”

He shrugged. “Don’t know. But it’d have to be pretty good to get me to change my nomad ways.”

“You can have roots and wings, Jake.”

He frowned suspiciously. “Was that a quote from a chick flick?

“How would you know?” she grinned widely, letting out a giggle. “It was though. One of the best chick flicks, as a matter of fact. I’ll make you watch it some time.”

“I’ll sleep through it,” he warned, making her shrug indifferently.

“Fine, that means I’ll get all the popcorn and wine.”

“You mean beer.” He corrected. “And none of that Light shit, the real stuff. And I want extra butter on the popcorn. None of that natural, vegan crap is allowed in the house.”

“Fine. I want a dog.” She demanded.

“What kind of dog? Because I’m not living with a yappy little shit. If we get a dog it has to be something legit, like a lab or a German shepherd.”

“I don’t care, as long as we rescue it from a shelter.”

Jake nodded. “I’m good with that. We’ll have to have a big yard though, so it can run around.”

“I’d love to have a big yard. Anywhere with open land. Maybe near the beach. Or a farm. We could have all kinds of animals and a barn!”

“And a big ass house.” He added. “Two stories, huge open floor plan. Shit ton of bedrooms.”

“Oh yeah?” Taylor smirked. “And how exactly do you plan on filling those bedrooms up, McKenzie?”

“How do you think?” Matching her grin, he leaned forward to press his nose against hers, cockiness radiating from his eyes, “Gotta keep the human race going, don’t we? It’s our duty. We’ll make our own little army.”

“Gonna change my title from Princess to Baby Mama, huh?”

He shrugged. “I’d make an honest woman out of you first. I’m a stable boy, not a complete heathen.”

“Of course,” She snickered. “My mistake,”

“Plus we gotta have room for when people come to visit, since I doubt we’ll ever really be able to get away from them after this. Not to mention a room for the Robin to your Batman.”

Taylor pulled away abruptly and froze. “Diego?”

“Mhm.” he nodded easily. “Don’t act like he won’t be around 24/7. I know you guys are close and all, but he’s not bunking in our room.”

“A room for Diego.” She repeated. “In all of your plans for a future and a house, you’re including a room for Diego.”

“He’s your best friend,” Jake frowned, unsure of why this wasn’t obvious information. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“I love you.” The way the words left her lips were almost out of her control, falling into the air as easily as if stating her name. The fact that he cared about her was one thing, but that he unquestionably accepted and actively made an effort to include the single most important person in her life left no question about her feelings for the man standing before her.

For what felt like an eternity Jake looked down at her, brow slightly furrowed as he seemed to work through a million different thoughts, until finally his features relaxed into a small smile.

“Good. ‘Cause I love you too, Princess.”

The kiss they shared, for just a moment, allowed an escape not just from the island, but what seemed like the entire world. Lips pressed together in a passionate frenzy, it felt like nothing else in the universe existed.

“It’ll never be a fairytale with me.” The air between them shifted as they eventually broke apart and his tone went serious. “I’m not the prince. We’ll never gonna live in a castle. There ain’t gonna be a happily ever after. And you deserve that- the whole package. That’s not who I am and it ain’t gonna change.”

“Maybe I don’t want the castle anymore. Maybe I want to watch chick flicks on the couch and have wine and popcorn in a farmhouse with a million kids and animals running around. Maybe that’s my home. To be honest, it doesn’t really matter as long as I’m with the right person.”

“And that’s me?”

She shrugged. “What can I say? I have a thing for stable boys.”

Jake leaned down and captured her lips in another kiss.

“So,” He murmured after a moment, looking down at her. “Home, huh?”

“Yeah,” she echoed. “Home.”

That definitely sounded like something worth fighting for.

end.

I didn’t realize I was referencing TRR until after I did it xD My bad. #drakethestableboy And the movie quoted was Sweet Home Alabama, in which the love interest is coincidentally also a blonde dreamboat named Jake and Reese Witherspoon does, in fact, look somewhat like my MC. Wild.

#endless summer #jake x mc #jake mckenzie #choices: stories you play #choices fanfiction #wodff

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