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zvdvdlvr · 6 days

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Why’d You Have to Wait?

🔥 - synopsis. You get kidnapped on a case. Aaron’s coping mechanism? Self isolation. But when you’re recovering, Aaron wonders if staying away from you is the right thing to do. Jack convinces him anyway. Are things too far gone for Aaron to fix?

🔥 - warnings. Non descriptive torture. Scars. Burns. Very vaguely described mental issues. Slow burn. Friends ro enemies to lovers? Sad hotch. Angst. No happy ending.

🔥 - author’s note. Doing a part two. Hopefully this doesnt flop :)

Aaron had dreams about it now. They were so vivid- lifelike and real. Every time he had them he woke up in a cold sweat, heaving in the bathroom as tears dripped slowly down his face.

He hadn’t gone to the hospital to see you. In fact, Aaron hadn’t seen you since the day you almost died. He rode in the ambulance, but tore himself away from the hospital as he watched the doctors wheel you into the operating room. Your blood had stained his hands, face, and arms for days. Every time the white spots danced in his vision after emptying the contents of his stomach, he swears he can still see the glossy red liquid drip off his fingers.

You were well like. Not only by the team but by Strauss. She had given the team the time off to help y/n recover: sit in her room after another surgery, cheer for her during physical therapy.

Jack loved having time to see his dad after school, but he knew something was wrong after consistently hearing him pad to the kitchen during the middle of the night.

Tonight was no different.

Jack sat up in his bed and rubbed his eyes. He blinked owlishly around the room and stood up. The little Hotchner slowly followed the light to the kitchen and saw his daddy lean over the sink. “Daddy?”

Aaron turned his head and tried to smile at Jack. Aaron knew he probably looked a mess. “Hey buddy. Let’s get you back to bed.”

Before Aaron could set down set down his water cup, Jack crawled up the seat and watched his dad over the counter. “What’s wrong, daddy?”

“I just can’t sleep,” Aaron shrugged, facing Jack with his arms crossed. “Why do you think something’s wrong?”

Jack looked at Aaron as if he had grown two heads. “You get up in the night a lot, daddy. And your eyes are red. You cough a lot too.“

Hotch wanted to laugh. Of course Jack knew something was wrong- he always knew. “Yeah. You’re right, kiddo.”

“You yell when you sleep sometimes too. What happened to y/n, daddy? She doesn’t come see me anymore.”

Aaron shuddered as he inhaled. Smart boy. “She got really hurt, buddy. It’s bad. I guess I just… get scared thinking about her getting hurt,” Aaron admits, feeling his heart beat faster in his chest.

Jack nodded. “Can we go see her?”

“I- I don’t think we should. She’s still getting better.”

Jack furrowd his eyebrows and tilted his head. “But I miss her.”

“I do t- I bet she misses you, too, Jack, but I don’t know how she’s doing. She might still-“

Jack sighed. “But daddy, she’d be so happy to see me!”

Aaron sighed. As much as he selfishly wanted to see you, he couldn’t. He’d do something he wasn’t proud of- embarrass himself, ruin his reputation of being a mentally and emotionally tough boss, ruin your friendship… No. Aaron couldn’t go by himself, but Jack could go with him. Why hadn’t Aaron thought of it before?

“Okay,” Aaron relented. A smile tugged at his lips when Jack’s face lit up. He scrambled off his chair and collided into Aaron’s legs and squeezed.

“Can I sleep with you tonight, daddy? Aunt Jess always stays with me when I have a nightmare.”

Aaron bent down and picked Jack up and nodded. “Yeah, buddy. Let me brush my teeth again.”

Jack wrapped his arms around his dad’s neck and squeezed, as big of a hug his little body could give.

— 🔥

The days were all a blur for you. Now that you were all fucked up, nothing felt right anymore. Second defree burns crawled up the calf of your left leg. Small cuts littered your entire body, scarring and twisting your skin. The worst part was the long, twisting scar that started on your cheek about two inches away from your ear and pulled down to your collarbone.

The unsub, Barney MacMillian, was a sadist. A stupid fucking sadist. He thought he was punishing you for hunting him when he kidnapped and tortured you.

You know the team tried- they really really did try- to cheer you up, to get you back. But the fact that you now considered yourself a monster and how you started to believe the things MacMillian had whispered in your ear as he tore you apart, layer by layer.

Derek genuinely thought your scar was badass, but learned not to bring it up. Penelope just kept rehashing everything- something you had eventually told her to atop doing. Prentiss was cautious, testing the waters. But she eventually got back into a rhythm with you as your best friend. JJ didn’t do anything wrong, she was just really nice- too nice? Spencer was… himself. And you couldn’t thank him enough for just staying him, recitinf facts about burns and scars, knives and blood loss. It was morbid, sure, but you were always close with him and the way his brain worked.

Rossi was the one that kept you together through it all, though. He had conversations with you, long past visiting hours. He talked with you about anything and everything and somehow knew exactly what you needed to hear or talk about. But he kept making excuses for Aaron.

Aaron. The romantic feelings you kept trying to flush away turned into hurt every time Rossi’s eyes flickered away from yours when you asked about him. But you knew now. He didn’t care. He never would. That’s why he didn’t show. It’s the only plausible explanation of why he wouldn’t show up, shoot you a text, something.

So you turned your hurt into anger and stopped asking, ignoring the way your heart would drop to your stomach and how the acid in your stomach churned eveey time you heard his name.

You already had your resignation documenta stored neatly in a magazine in the second table in the nightstand to your right. You were done with it all.

— 🔥

That’s why you felt tears prick in your eyes when you saw Jack Hotchner leap into the room. His little eyes scoured your face, eyes dragging down the healing skin on your face. You heard Aaron’s footfalls stop short at the door. Your jaw clenched and you stared at Jack, waiting for him to start crying and ask to leave.

But he didn’t. He just smiled and leapt into your arms, completely unaware of the physical pain in your leg and body. He just wrapped his arms and legs around you.

You sat still, eyes looking at Rossi, who smiled at you. You hadn’t yet looked at Aaron and didn’t even want to. Carefully you wrapped your arms around Jack’s back, ignoring how fast the tears left your eyes.

Jack pulled back and looked at you with a smile that faded the second he saw your tears. In all of your time (almost 10 years) at the BAU, Jack had only seen you cry once. And that was during a movie.

“I thought coming to see you what make you happy,” he sad, voice sad. “Why are you crying?”

You smiled at him, sniffling pitifully. “I’m not sad, little J. I am really happy to see you,” you said. You hoped Aaron would hear the sharp undertone in your voice. Judging by Rossi’s huff of a laugh, he did.

“Oh! Well, I brought you stuff. I know you like the Black Widow because she’s really cool, so I brought you a coloring book,” Jack explained as he brandished his backpack full of stuff. You listensed intently, only looking up when Rossi got your attention and nodded to the door to signal him leaving.

Jack kept talking and you were overjoyed to listen. He was a pleasent little man, making your time more enjoyable. He opened up the coloring book he bought and started coloring after giving you a Beanie Baby he had that you mentioned you liked. He also got you a necklace- that Aaron no doubt spent a pretty penny for- that had your birthstone set in it. Jack watched you carefully as you opened it, and he put it on with his chubby fingers. You didn’t tell him that you would have to take it off soon after he left so it didn’t kill you when you slept. Hospital policy or something.

Soon after you finished your own coloring page featuring the Black Widow and Tony Stark making a hero landing, Jack turned on the T.V. and fell asleep.

“Hey,” Aaron said finally.

You nodded. “Hi boss.”

Aaron bit his lip. You stared forward, hand threading through Jack’s hair. Aaron felt his heart clenching in his chest. He didn’t know how you were gonna react when he came by, but he didn’t expect this- this silent treatment. He didn’t really blame you though. He wanted more than anything to make it up to you, to get you smiling again, but he knew the distance was probably better. For him at least.

“Y/n-“ Aaron started.”

You cut him off with. “Jack’s asleep, sir. It would be best not to wake him.”

Sir. You only called him sir if you were mad. Aaron swallowed. He knew he fucked up. Would he ever be able to fix his mistake, bring the old you back? He pondered the questions as he leaned back in his chair and watched the television show Jack chose before he fell asleep.

— 🔥

“Y/n is getting sent home today,” David’s voice crackled through the phone. “We wanted to take her out to dinner, something nice. Are you coming?”

Aaron sat at the kitchen table, checking over Jack’s homework. Jack himself was sitting a couple feet away on the couch. “Probably not. I have Jack.”

Rossi scoffed on the other line. “She loves Jack and he loves her. Bring him with you.”

“I don’t know,” Aaron sighed. He rested his head in his hands and closed his eyes. “Dave, she hates me.”

Silence. Rossi exhaled and shook his head. “She doesn’t hate you, but you’re giving her a lot of reasons to. Clean yourself up and meet us all at the address Garcia’ll send you. 6:00. Be there, Aaron. If not for her…” he trailed off, considering his next words carefully. “Then for Jack.”

— 🔥

David convinced you all to wait until ordering.

But when 6:45 rolled around and Aaron didn’t show, you just clenched your jaw and ordered a neat whiskey.

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mikachacha · 7 months

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𝙻𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 (𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛) 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 3

Synopsis: Seeing the consistent efforts done by Bada, you finally decided to give her another chance.

Warnings: Just some mild language but this is fluff

(A/N: Since lots of people had requested that I should make a part 3 for this 🥺🥺 Here ya go love ya 🫶🫶)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

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It has been months since you and Bada tried to rebuild your relationship. It wasn't perfect but seeing how consistent she was with her efforts, you finally decided to give you and her another chance at love. So you visited Team Bebe once more, they're promoting their choreography for Hwasa's new song, Chili. You actually got there while they were in the middle of recording so you got dragged along to dance with them.

"Y/N-unnie! Come dance with us!" you heard Tatter excitedly calling you to dance with them and you laughed, setting the bags of food you were carrying while Bada held your hand and dragged you to the front with her. They'd sometimes practice in your house so you pretty much know the step for the choreography. Bada had you replace her for her part that had you blushing though you didn't mind since you often subbed for her during practices. It just shows your dynamic with Bada and team Bebe is living for that. They're even surprised that you're not pursuing dancing since youre equally as good as Bada but you just shrugged it off. You're just dancing because it's fun. Competition is just a headache and you would often joke that no one will be cooking for them if you decide to join.

Sowoen signalled everyone to stand in their places before she ran to hers as the camera began recording. You danced with team Bebe, laughing and just having fun with all of them. You did miss goofing around with the girls. After recording, you handed them the meals you cooked for them and their favorite drinks to which they accepted with huge smiles on their faces. Lusher suggested doing a quick instagram live since the video with you in it is blowing up, so many people questioning who you are and why you are so close to team Bebe, especially Bada. Minah sets up the phone for instagram live and they all wave at the camera, greeting the fans and apologizing if the fans found it weird that they're holding a live show while they're eating their lunch.

"Who's Y/N and why is she close to team Bebe?" Kyma reads a comment before looking at you. You shrugged before looking at team Bebe then Bada, who's waiting for you to answer the question.

"So I'm team Bebe's cook. As you saw from the video, I was just bringing food for them and they dragged me to dance for them." you answered playfully that earned a laugh from the girls. It was one of your unofficial titles though. You always provide them meals especially when they're busy rehearsing dances.

"That's one of her unofficial titles!" Cheche chimes in and you shake your head in pure amusement. It's always pure chaos when you're around them but you love it. You're having fun and you're one of their favorite stress relievers, as said by them.

"Kidding aside, I'm actually Bada's girlfriend and kind of helped form team Bebe. By help, I lured them in with food." you answered though adding a little joke at the end since you really couldn't take things seriously as you saw their reactions from your peripheral vision. They all had those shocked faces, especially Bada who nearly choked on her food when you openly told the public that you're her girlfriend. She's not against it, she was just very surprised since she thought that you weren't ready to give you and her another chance but here you are, telling the whole world you're in a relationship.

"Yes! Our mom and dad are finally back together!" team Bebe cheered happily, hugging you and Bada that made you laugh. You looked at Bada and smiled to which she returned with a kiss on your lips. Everyone was cheering, the whole instagram live going into chaos as Bada kissed you without hesitation.

Sowoen quickly ended the live so you two can have a moment without the whole world knowing. It's just you, Bada and team Bebe now. Bada held you in her arms, tears falling freely as she was way too happy. She finally got you back after everything.

"Thank you.. Thank you for giving us a chance again.. You don't know how happy I am right now." Bada sobbed and you rubbed her back to calm her down. Your own heart could burst from happiness right now.

"I'll admit that I'm still scared but I wouldn't deny myself happiness that I only feel with you. I love you so much, Bada.." you said truthfully and Bada nodded her head, acknowledging your fears. She knew it wasn't easy for you to do this so she's gonna make sure she's not gonna fuck up this second chance that you gave her.

"I won't be able to promise that everything will be without a problem because that's just impossible. What I can promise is to do my very best to make you happy and to be the best partner I could ever be for you." Bada's words made butterflies in your stomach flutter. By looking in her eyes, you know that she'll be sure to keep her words this time.

You and Bada decided to set your relationship in public. She didn't want to keep you a secret, she's very proud of you and could care less if she loses projects or sponsorships. You're far more valuable than that. She's still consistent with her efforts even after you get back together, always making sure that she's also got time for you, unwilling to make the same mistakes she did that pushed you away.

"Bada, you can go get some rest. It's okay." you told her once when she got a day off. Instead of resting, she was helping you around the house and even planned on taking you out on a date later that afternoon. Bada pouted and just placed kisses all over your face that got you giggling.

"Rest day means I'm taking you out on dates, making sure I get to spend a lot of time with you because my baby deserves that and more." she reasons out and you just playfully rolled your eyes at her. Bada is really committed to the promise she gave you and you're happy about that. She's completely changed as a person and as a partner. She may not be able to take back all the things said and done before but she's doing everything she can to make it up to you and slowly take away the fear that she knows that still lingers at the back of your mind.

"You're so adorable, you know that? But how about this.. We cuddle all morning then we order lunch, maybe watch a movie before we get ready for the date you planned? So you can rest as well. Lee Bada, you're sweet but I don't want you to get sick for not resting well." you suggested and Bada couldn't help but grin and nod like a kid who's being offered a trip to an amusement park.

"Sounds like a really good plan to me. Cuddles with you are always the best rest I get." she says before picking you up like a sack before carrying you to the bedroom so she can get all the cuddles she wants.

#bada lee #bada lee x reader #swf2 #swf2 x reader #bada x reader #lee bada

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motherofdogs1010 · 5 months

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Need to Know I (Peter Parker x Reader)

Inspired by Doja Cat's "Need to Know"

Summary: When she was ready to get back out on the dating scene after dumping a certain Winter Soldier, Y/N was a woman ready to get back out there. She just never expected to find herself in a relationship with a certain nerdy spider.

Warnings: older woman/younger man, small age gap, everyone is adult age!, cheater Bucky, fratboy Peter, consensual sex, semi public sex, heavy smut, drinking, swearing, unprotected sex Look at Masterlist for more warnings

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Part 1

TWO MONTHS AGO

Y/N downed the shot of tequila that Tony had passed her, laughing as she felt the burn in her throat and hearing Tony cheering. Say what you want about Tony, but he knew how to party as he had taken them to some nightclub that he bought for shits and giggles.

"Enjoying the burn", Tony teased, Y/N laughed.

"It's the tequila sweats that I hate", she said back.

Standing up from the little VIP booth Tony had rented for them all, Y/N scoped out her surroundings. She saw Nat dragging a bashful Steve to the dance floor, Steve was awkwardly moving around before he finally got the hang of it and began dancing with Nat. Y/N laughed as she watched Steve get down on the dance floor, she spotted Vision (who had his human form on) with Wanda near the bar as Wanda was getting another drink.

"Are you having fun?"

Y/N looked in the direction to see Peter standing there with a grin, Y/N smiled back at him.

"I wondered where you were", Y/N responded, "I always forget your 21."

"My babyface makes it that way", Peter joked.

Y/N had to admit, Peter Parker was a very attractive man, especially right now with his hair gelled back, a white button down that had the sleeves rolled up and dark slacks. Tony said Peter had changed a lot since high school, having managed to join a fraternity in his first year of college; she had only met Peter in the last year so hearing that he was anything but confident before was a little shocking since he walked around like a little mini Tony sometimes.

Peter moved a little closer to her as Tony announced that he was going to join Wanda at the bar.

Sam and Clint were missing, both men having taken some time off to go visit their families, especially for Sam since he wanted to be there for one of his nephew's birthdays.

Although, the person that everyone seemed to ignore that wasn't there was a certain Winter Soldier, but it seemed everyone was on the rocks with the man at the moment. But cheating and immediately bringing around the girl you cheated with will do that, won't it?

Of course that was the main reason behind Tony bringing nearly all of them out to the club was because of her confiding in Tony about being ready to get back out there. She felt no issue confiding in Tony considering how close of friends they were, she was coming out in his upcoming wedding to Pepper in just a few months time.

"It's a cute babyface", Y/N teased, Peter chuckled.

"I'm glad you're having fun", Peter said, "you deserve it."

Y/N smiled as she tugged up the neckline of her red mini dress, the fabric clinging to her large breasts and hips. It was an off the shoulder dress that she chose just for the occasion with long sleeves and paired with some red bottoms that Nat was letting her borrow.

Y/N watched as Peter looked a bit indecisive as if he was second guessing himself before he blurted out, "Would you like to dance?"

"Don't you think you should be dancing with someone your own age?" she teased before Peter snaked a toned arm around her hips.

"Age is just a number, right?" Peter answered with a wink.

Y/N felt surprised, she was older than Peter by 7 years and she wouldn't be an idiot to say she hadn't noticed the younger man's eyes occasionally roaming her figure. But she never thought much of it considering she had been in a relationship with Bucky, but that bridge was burned a lot time ago.

She was here to have fun, dance a little, drink... there was no harm in just a dance, right?

"Alright, Spiderboy", Y/N said, "show me what you got."

Wanna know what it's like (like) Baby, show me what it's like (like) I don't really got no type (type) I just wanna fuck all night

The sound of Doja Cat singing could be heard even in the women's restroom, the door locked in a rush as Peter pressed her harder into said door. Their tongues dancing across one another as she could taste the alcohol on his tongue, Y/N moaned as Peter slotted his knee between her legs, pressing against her wet cunt and beginning to rock her hips against him.

But Peter pulled his knee away and she whimpered, breaking the kiss for a moment before she felt one of his hands trail under her dress, finding her thong.

"You're soaked", Peter teased, she shuddered as Peter ran a finger down her slit. "I bet I could slid right in."

As if that was his cue, Peter slid a finger into her, Y/N let her head fall into Peter's chest as he slowly began to pump his finger in her.

"Don't tease", she moaned as she brought his face down to hers.

What's your size? (Size) Add, subtract, divide ('vide) Daddy don't throw no curves (curves) Hold up, I'm goin' wide (wide) We could just start at ten (ten) Then we can go to five (five) I don't play with my pen (pen) I mean what I write

She connected their lips again as Peter slid another finger into, fingering her harder now as he began to rub her clit in tight circles. Y/N cried out at the sensations as she rocked her hips in time with Peter's movements.

Peter began to trail kisses down her neck as her eyes rolled back into her head, her mouth falling open as pants escaped her mouth.

"Fuck you're beautiful", Peter said as he quickened his fingers. "Come on, Y/N, cum on me."

Y/N felt like she was in the Twilight Zone right now, but fuck it, she was enjoying it with the way Peter was fingering her. She could feel that tight knot building in her as Peter's fingers reached an area in her that made her nearly tear up in pleasure, his fingers practically massaging it as she began to tug on his hair as her toes began to curl.

"P-Peter", she panted, "gonna...cum..."

She saw Peter grin in satisfaction as her orgasm hit her like a freight train. She felt breathless and fuzzy as Peter fingered her through it before she whimpered at the overstimulation, which Peter pulled his fingers out.

"Still think I should find someone my own age?" Peter teased, she narrowed her eyes as she panted.

Peter slid his fingers into his mouth and sucked on them.

"I always knew you'd taste sweet", Peter said as she reached for his belt buckle.

Peter brought a hand up, squishing her cheeks together and forcing her lips into a pout; he pressed a sloppy kiss to her lips as she successfully managed to get unzip Peter's slacks, slipping her hand inside to begin to tease the younger man in front of her.

"Now, you wanna be a tease?" Peter asked as he began to move her to one of the many sinks in the bathroom.

I just can't help but be sexual (whoa) Tell me your schedule (yeah) I got a lotta new tricks for you, baby Just sayin' I'm flexible (I will) I do what I can to get you off (I will)

Peter had gotten her on the sink, legs spread and her thong stuffed in one of his pockets as he began to rock into her. Her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she felt Peter hike up her leg on him higher, sending him into deeper territory and brushing up against her G-spot as he began to rub her clit in time with his rocking.

"P-Peter", she slurred, eyes beginning to water from pleasure.

"Fuck, you're squeezing me so good", Peter groaned as he gripped the sink below her.

His thrusts becoming rougher as he buried his face in the crook of her neck.

Might just fuck him with my makeup on (I will) Eat it like I need an apron on (yeah, ay) Eat it 'til I need to change my thong (yeah, ay) We could do it to your favorite song (yeah, ay)

Her makeup was ruined, she was sure of it from the amount of kissing, sweat and tears. Y/N shivered as Peter bite down on a part of her neck, making her clench around her even tighter and causing him to let out more groans of pleasure, his hips slapping into her even rougher.

The sound of skin slapping skin rung in bathroom, echoing off the walls as she brought Peter's face back to her own, smashing their lips together as she squealed when her second orgasm hit her, her legs shaking and back arching.

You're exciting, boy, come find me Your eyes told me, "Girl, come ride me" Fuck that feeling both us fighting Could he try me? (Yeah) mmm, most likely

She had pushed Peter onto one of the toilets in the bathroom, his dick red and leaking when she had straddled him before sinking down onto him. Y/N shivered as she felt Peter stretching her out again and she knew she was going to be feeling him the next day as she moaned and threw her head back at the delicious stretch his cock gave her cunt again.

Peter gripped her hips before grabbing her ass and smacking it, she pulled her face towards his, connecting their lips as she begun to rock her hips.

Oh, wait, you a fan of the magic? Poof, pussy like an Alakazam (yeah) I heard from a friend of a friend That that dick was a ten out of ten

She could someone knocking on the door, but she could care less right with Peter buried so deep inside her as his hands that gripped her hips so tightly began to help rock her.

Baby, I need to know, mmm

With a groan, Y/N felt her head pounding as an alarm was ringing; she buried her face in her pill-- wait, her pillow was normally soft, not firm and warm.

"Sorry, I forgot to turn that off", someone said in a rough voice.

Opening her eyes quickly, Y/N quickly found that she hadn't made it to her room; the events of last night quickly rushing back to her as she remembered everything.

Looking up, she saw that was indeed in Peter's bed, he was shirtless and his muscles bulging as he reached across to turn off his phone alarm. She could remember now stumbling back to Peter's room for round whatever, she could not remember how many times they had already had sex before they made it to his room.

It was then that she realized she must be back at his fraternity and she groaned inwardly.

But she remember she was lucky she was consistent with her birth control now that she thought about it with the amount of times she let Peter cum in her last night.

Rubbing her eyes as she sat up, Y/N contemplated her life decisions and her mind beginning to try and form some kind of plan of doing the walk of shame when Peter plopped down back into the bed.

"You wanna go get breakfast?"

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adrift-in-thyme · 3 months

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Febuwhump Day 1: Helpless (Wild & Twilight)

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And so it begins...

I'm super excited for another whump-filled month! Thank you in advance to everyone coming along with me on this wild ride! Your support means the world to me <33

CW for a panic attack

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Wild looks down at his hands. Maybe, that isn’t the best idea at the moment, because they are trembling so violently he thinks that if he picked something up he’d drop it.

And that is not the only thing shaking either. His entire body is. Like the leaves on the trees in Hateno Village, blown wildly about by a hearty wind.

He breathes in and gains no oxygen from it. This…whatever this is has been coming on all day, squeezing his chest and throat and turning his vision fuzzy at the edges. But now, it has broken free.

He is just glad that he made it to camp before it did.

Why it even came, he hasn’t a clue. There’s some reason behind it, he’s sure. But it’s not often that he can pinpoint it.

This just happens sometimes, an outpouring of unpleasant emotion he isn’t expecting. A feeling so like the one that had hounded his footsteps throughout his journey to save Hyrule. The terrible, inescapable certainty that the world is going to end.

But it’s not going to end…at least from what he can see. The sky is a calm, unassuming navy, speckled with stars. The moon glows a golden hue, innocent and merciful. The cheerful voices of his brothers drift to his ears from where they sit, bathed in the warmth of the fire.

They are safe. He is safe.

Yet, Wild feels anything but. He feels like a hinox has just sat down on his chest.

Nearby, someone laughs. Warriors, he thinks. The sound is like a knife driven into his heart.

Wild curls in on himself. He clasps his hands together, fingernails digging into calloused skin. Desperate tears spring to his eyes and slide hot and fast down his cheeks. Breathing feels useless now, impossible. He’s drowning even as he drags in air.

His surroundings blur into shades of blue and green.

Get it together, Link, he tells himself, even as a rushing noise floods his ears, followed up by a high-pitched ring. He remembers that sound from before. He heard it so many times – during ceremonies and dances and every other stuffy royal performance that stuck him at the forefront of the people he would fail. When he kneeled before Zelda too. When Ganon attacked and all he could do was run.

You’re fine. It quickly becomes a chant. Everything’s fine. So, just pull yourself…

The sound of footsteps comes crashing through his tumbled thoughts. Whatever wheezing little air he had been able to drag in sticks in his throat. His pounding heart skips several beats.

Wild scrambles to his feet, eyes wide and feet unsteady. He reaches for his sword. But he doesn’t find it.

Oh, yeah. Because it broke the other day. Great. Just great.

The piercing blue eyes that gaze up at him, however, and the slender gray body that curves through the brush with the grace of a serpent are those he knows. A wolf sits down before him.

The panic that has reached a fever pitch dims slightly. Wild chokes out a half-breath.

“Twi.”

Twilight pads toward him, concern in his eyes.

“Are you alright, cub?” He seems to ask.

“I—” Wild clenches his hands into fists. “I’m…”

Fine. Everything’s fine. Nothing for you to worry about.

He shakes his head, defeatedly. Tears burn hot behind his eyes. In the next moment, his legs give way beneath him, landing him in a pitiful pile on the ground.

“I’m not.” It’s a croak torn from a throat too tight for anything else. A truth that Wild wishes he didn’t have to voice and yet, is certain the rancher already knows.

He has never been able to hide anything from him.

Twilight steps forward, as silent as the moon gazing down on them from above. A cool, wet nose presses against Wild’s forehead, hot breath blowing his bangs. Blindly, Wild reaches out. Thick, soft fur meets his clawing fingers. He buries himself in it.

Twilight smells of the forest and shadow magic — wildflowers and damp leaves and the dew that settles in the early hours of the night. Smoke and something mournful.

Wild breathes it in. His fingertips brush back and forth through the fur, feeling the warmth and fluff beneath them.

Twilight inhales, and Wild can feel his chest move. His breath hitches.

The rancher feels real, sounds real, smells real. His presence softens the blows of the terror thrashing about within him, drives aside the sensation that the ground is crumbling beneath his feet.

He is here. Twilight is here. And they’re okay.

“Okay,” Wild whispers, hoarse and desperate, a plea for his words to be true. Tears streak in steady streams down his cheeks. “We’re o-okay.”

Twilight nuzzles him, gently. “That’s right. We’re okay, cub.”

For now, that traitorous voice whispers, the one that squeezes the air from his lungs and overwhelms him. Until the moment when it all falls apart. When you lose them all. Because you weren’t enough.

“Why?” He can only manage a murmur, strangled and hopeless. “I feel—I feel so helpless, Twi. Why do I — ”

Another sob tears his throat apart. He can’t see past the salty liquid cascading down, can’t feel past the terrible, inescapable pressure in his mind and on his chest.

It’s too much. Everything is just too much. The noose around him tightens until the breathtaking pain of it is unbearable.

If he hears one more sound, feels one more sensation, has to fight one more fight, he will explode. He is certain of it.

So trapped in the prison of terror is he that Wild hardly realizes it when fur turns to the soft cloth of a tunic. Arms encircle him and pull him close. A heart beats steadily in his ears.

He clings to that noise and the promise it contains, however temporary it might be. And he clings to the sound of Twilight’s voice washing over him like a wave, assuring him that it will be alright, that he is safe, that he is anything but helpless.

…That he doesn’t need to be invincible to protect those he loves.

“You’re stronger than you know, cub. And you’ve made me proud. But you don’t have to be strong all the time. You can’t and that’s alright.”

And though Wild can’t bring himself to truly believe that — maybe he never will, maybe that horrible tightness will remain a permanent fixture in his chest — he curls into his brother and tries to trust.

#febuwhump #febuwhumpday1 #panic attack tw #whump #angst #linked universe #lu wild #lu twilight #trin writes

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rookthorne · 7 months

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⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐧

The longing for home, for the traditions you had cultivated as you grew into the young woman that you were today, made you troubled. You were confused for how you had missed such a mundane existence, when you had started anew with the monster that lurked in the shadows. It was just lucky, however, that this monster — the one you loved with all of your heart — was a crafty trickster, and he knew just how to bring you cheer on the Eve of Samhain.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𖤐 Monster!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

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჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𖤐 Light angst, fluff

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 𖤐 For my darling, @vonalyn — you gave me the inspiration for this, and you helped immensely with steering me in the right direction! I hope you enjoy. 💚

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒔 𖤐 Landing in the Dark by From the Mouth of the Sun 𖤐 Nature Boy (Acoustic) by AURORA 𖤐 The Deep, the Dark by Tamer 𖤐 Nátta by Munknörr

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 𖤐 @rookthorne's Fright Night — Masterlist

𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

From the bounds of the forest, you observed the village, the one you once called home. Bright, glowing fires lined the way between thatched cottages and stone walls, while people cheered and danced with one another. It was a glorious celebration – priests and their chanting, the calls for the ancestors to join them.

Each chant filled your bones with the yearning to dance, to take part, but the festivities picked and tore at your heart, for they were celebrating the very thing that kept you, and your other half, at bay.

The rituals were performed as a rite of protection, forcing and warding off spirits and creatures with evil in their hearts. Bucky was no such creature – that you knew, he had taken such blessed care of you, but he dared not venture too close to the village again now that you were within his hold.

There would be no way that he would take the risk of being tracked by foolish hunters.

As a result, the both of you were shunned, forced to live the lives of outcasts — nothing more than the dirt under the villager’s worn shoes.

You sighed heavily, crossing your arms across your chest as the chilled air nipped through your clothes. For days, Bucky had been treating the furs of the wolves he had slaughtered, and he was determined to bring you comfort, the warmth you craved.

There was no way he would be able to keep you close for every passing moment of your time together – he had to hunt and provide, protect his territory and chase off otherworldly beasts to keep you safe. And he insisted that the addition of your own furs would help you feel more at home in his lair.

Suddenly, heavy footfalls crunched the twigs and leaves behind you, but you did not startle. “Hello, Bucky.”

“Lamb, my sweet,” he said quietly, and then you heard the thump of him falling to all fours. “What are you doing all the way out here, are you-”

“I’m fine,” you rushed, interrupting him. “I just–” Blinking, you felt a tear run down your cheek and you hastened to wipe it away. “I do not know.”

Bucky hummed. There was a warmth at your back, and then, white ivory appeared in the corner of your vision. You turned your head slightly to see what he was doing, but you let out a small laugh, instead. Bucky had gone on all fours and daintily rested his chin on your shoulder; ever so careful of his antlers.

The amber glow that had once filled Bucky’s eyes had changed into an icy blue – a reflection of his sorrow. “You are… troubled, little lamb.” Carefully, you placed your palm on the divot by his nose, and you brushed your thumb over the smooth bone. Bucky made a low noise in his throat and leaned into the contact. “What is troubling you?”

“Look,” you whispered, pointing towards the bright flames of the village. “They celebrate making us outcasts. I wish they would understand.” People dressed in the skin of animals flashed underneath the light of the fires. “I wish they understood that they were casting out the real protector.”

“I am only the protector of you, my sweet.” There was a huff of breath, like he was sighing out of frustration. You glanced sideways and caught a pensive glint in his light eyes. “I could not care less for what happens to those that inhabit your old home, not after how they treated you–for centuries, might I add.”

“Still,” you insisted. “It is not something that I am hiding, that I miss it. I miss the thatched cottage I grew up in–the memories.” Bucky looked at you from the corner of his eyes. “I speak the truth. Maybe I am just melancholy–aching for the comforts of my old home.”

“The traditions?” Bucky asked quietly.

You nodded and frowned slightly. “Yes.”

Bucky moved his head from your chin, and stood behind you. “I do not see why we cannot make new ones, Lamb.”

“What do you mean?” The breeze was cold as you turned to face Bucky, brow arched in question. “I do not understand-”

“I wish to make our own traditions–create something that you will enjoy for the years to come,” he explained, tilting his head slightly, as though lost in thought. “It would make you happy, would it not?”

A warmth – a kind of contentment, a feeling unlike any other, filled you. It made your heart, once so ladened and heavy with grief and longing, light once again. You smiled, widely, and looked into his eyes. “It would. It really would. When do we begin?”

Bucky’s mouth opened and his tongue ran along his teeth, the telltale sign of him grinning made your heart soar even higher. “Why not now? We can look for what we need, there will be plenty of things to use amongst the forest floor.” He moved over towards a thick grove of trees. “And I will use my teeth and claws to sharpen whatever you may need.”

“You are awfully excited,” you teased, following him carefully. The forest floor was still unventured territory for you, and you would rather avoid tripping and falling if you could help it.

“And you are sad, my little one. I cannot have that, nor allow it,” Bucky said easily, turning around to lead the way. “Now, come. We have branches to find.”

The venture proved to be more enjoyable than you had expected. You merely had to point at the branches on a dead tree, or to the larger ones that lay strewn over the forest floor, and Bucky would pick them up and place them carefully on his antlers, carrying them the whole way. It was only when both his antlers and arms were full did he turn to you, almost exasperated. “Lamb, I think we have enough.”

You grinned and shook your head, pointing to one of the largest branches with your free hand – the small amount of bounty in your hands heavy. “I want that one, and then we can go back–back home to your lair.”

The fur on the back of Bucky’s neck raised a little at your words, and a shiver went down his spine. “Fine,” he said, huffing. “This is the last one. But I will never tire of hearing you call my lair home.”

“I bet you won’t,” you mumbled. Bucky just growled warningly as you skipped away.

Upon arriving back to Bucky’s lair, you tipped the small bundle of branches in your arms onto the floor, just next to the crackling fire that he kept well stocked for you. “I think… Why don’t I make us chimes? Or, maybe, what about some catchers?”

Bucky walked into his lair, dragging the largest branch behind him. He tipped his head down into the far corner to rid his antlers of his bounty. “You make whatever your heart desires.” A solid thump sounded next to you, and you looked over at him – he was laying on the earth of his lair, looking up at you.

The teeth on the sides of his elongated face shone with spit, and you watched, transfixed, as Bucky ran his tongue over his front fangs. “Would you stop that?” you asked, indignant.

“Whatever do you mean?” he hummed, but he stopped all the same, and he eyed the larger branches. “Would you like me to–?”

“Yes, please,” you affirmed, glancing over at them. “That would be very helpful.” Bucky rose again and got to work, sharpening the branches into points with his claws and teeth.

For hours, you sat by the fire and whittled a couple of catchers while Bucky finished working on all of the larger branches. It was a companionable, comfortable silence between the two of you.

“Lamb, sweet,” Bucky said quietly, and you looked up from your lap towards him, to find he was already staring at you. “When I was young, I shed like any buck would. Since I was a beast that was hunted, I kept what I lost–lugging it around with me so no hunter could track me.”

You tilted your head, curious at where Bucky was taking this story.

“And, over the aeons–the centuries, I have amassed quite a collection of old antlers and fangs,” he gestured to the impressive extensions, the few of many weapons at his disposal. “Would you–I mean, if you would want it, I can give you these parts of me to interweave with your creations. They would still have magic after all these years; they would add layers of protection.”

“Oh, Bucky,” you gasped, hand over your heart. The implication of interweaving parts of your other half would no doubt bear an unrivalled amount of protection.

“It will also make me happy if I were to see what you have created out there, parts of you and parts of me interlocked in something of beauty.” He looked down and flexed his hands; his claws shone like refined obsidian with the firelight. “Something you could be proud of–and part of.”

You rose from your spot by the fire and walked over to Bucky, eyes soft and kind. Without an inkling of hesitation, you took the sides of Bucky’s face in your hands, mindful of his teeth, and tilted his head up so you could stare into his eyes. “I would not love anything more.”

“Lamb,” he breathed, and his hand ever so gently cupped yours, the claws kissing your skin. “Oh, how I adore you.”

“It is nothing compared to how much I adore you,” you replied. Tilting his head down a little, you bent and placed a soft kiss between his eyes.

The moon set beyond the horizon a few hours later. Bucky had encouraged you to work away at your creations until you had a round dozen, and he pledged to walk you through the forest, offering to help place the grounds of protection that you had created for your home.

It was a brisk morning and you shuddered as you followed right behind Bucky, careful to stay on the path he was creating with his bulk through the brushes and thickets of brambles. “We are not far now,” he said quietly.

You huffed and looked at his antlers, where the last two chimes hung, ready to be placed. “I should make you some for your antlers,” you mused aloud.

Bucky looked at you sharply and rolled his eyes. “I draw the line there, Lamb. I need them free so I can protect you; protect us. There is also no way that I would risk destroying something you have made for me.”

“Fine,” you sighed. “Still, I am going to.”

There was silence after your proclamation, and you smirked, victorious – you knew he would give in.

“We are here,” Bucky said abruptly, and you ran into his back with a grunt of surprise. “Where would you like it, sweet?”

You looked around, adjusting the shawl over your shoulders for warmth. “How about,” you wondered aloud, looking at the tall pines surrounding you. There was a patch of space between a set of two pines, and a bare branch stuck out at an odd angle – if it were placed there, it would glint in the sun at midday. “Up there! It looks safe.”

Bucky followed your gaze and nodded once. “A fine choice, Lamb.” He stretched up a hand to his antlers and plucked the chime that had his fangs woven into the fibres, before he placed it carefully on the branch. The momentum made the chimes clink and shimmer in the stream of sunlight that suddenly appeared. “It is beautiful. Now, for the last one.”

The two of you set off once more, this time towards a clearing in the distance. Sounds and whispers echoed around you, the harsh sounds making the hair on the back of your neck stand on end, and you placed a hand on Bucky’s fur to ground yourself. “You are safe, sweet. I swear,” he murmured, slowing his pace. “It is just the forest spirits, it is Samhain–they are more mischievous than any other, you know they must investigate any being that passes.”

“Okay,” you mumbled, still resting a hand on Bucky’s fur. “I trust you.”

Bucky’s hand brushed over your hair and down your back, a slight purr emanating from his chest. “Why don’t we find the last spot and then head home? You will need to sleep soon, Lamb.”

You nodded and looked around. The trees of this clearing seemed to be teeming with life, an unknown type of magic tinged the air, as well. A pine to your left bore the same qualities as the last, and for some reason, that singular tree felt more friendly. “Why not up there?”

“I like it, sweets–come,” Bucky said quietly, and you followed him, of only a little hesitantly. “I would like you to place it. What do you think?”

“Me? How, I am on-” A gasp of shock interrupted your protest and your feet left the air.

“I will help you, little one,” Bucky whispered, and he moved you through the air with such care you barely even felt the wind on your face. “Place it where you wish.”

With the utmost sense of caution, you carefully placed the twine over the branch of the tree, and it shuddered. You almost gasped with fear when a small face peered out from behind the foliage – a forest pixie. “Oh, my goodness,” you whispered. “I am so sorry-”

“Edna,” Bucky said suddenly, looking over your shoulder. “Hello, my friend.”

The miniscule creature spoke, but there were no words, only small huffs and puffs of breath, followed by tiny squeaks.

“How kind, thank you,” Bucky said softly, lowering you down gently to your feet. “We will leave you be. It was wonderful to see you again.”

Bucky urged you on, his hand never leaving your back as he walked a little ahead of you. “Who was that–what was that? And what did they say?”

“That was Edna–a forest guardian, a small but mighty creature. You never want to find yourself on the bad side of one of them,” he explained. The trail back home was familiar to you in parts, so Bucky slacked to walk on all fours. “She was saying to me that your chime was beautiful, and she adored it–very happy to have it as part of her tree.”

“Her tree?” you questioned. “Is that why that one felt–I mean, looked friendlier?”

Bucky nodded and looked at you. “Yes, and she has promised to return the favour. We may have guests soon.”

You blinked. “Oh, boy.”

“Do not worry,” Bucky teased, and he gently bumped your shoulder with his. “I will help you. You will become a natural–the language is not hard, Lamb. I promise.”

“If you say so,” you murmured. The sense of excitement for meeting a new creature, a possible friend, lit a fire within you – it was quite lonely in the woods, though you loved Bucky’s company, but a friend would never be amiss. Not if they loved your chimes, you decided.

And, with that, you resolved to spend your time perfecting your craft – as well as making Bucky fetch more branches. Just to spite the devil, you laughed inwardly.

who loves the idea of lil' forest friends? 🥹

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

#bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x female reader #bucky x f!reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fluff #rookthorne's works

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twinklychan · 3 months

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Brother's best friend | 이 민호

Warning: Swearing (only like 3 times)

It was just a drabble, to which I found a random boost of motivation last night while watching Welcome to samdal-ri. I hope you like it <3

You walked out of the kitchen, a chip hanging loosely at your bottom lip, as your hands were occupied by carrying one bag of chips and a glass filled with sprite. Your steps came to an abrupt halt as your peripheral vision took in 2 people to your left as only your eyes moved, hoping they won't see you if you're just stiff enough, not moving an inch.

“Hey sis.” Your older Brother, Hyunjin, greeted. You nodded, putting on a smile as you turned your head towards his direction, finally seeing the person he was with.

When you noticed who it was, your breath hitched, cheeks flaming as if you caught a sunburn. Oh, What you'd do to disappear into thin air right now.

“Hi.” You squeaked, quickly moving forward, trying to get out of their vision as soon as you had entered it. When you finally made it to your room, you shut the door, leaning your forehead against it as you squeezed your eyes shut and bit your bottom lip, embarrassment filling up every part of your body.

You only wore an oversized shirt [which you had secretly stolen from your Brother] and your sweats, no socks, hair tangled as you woke up later than usual today since it was your day off. Your glasses clung to the bridge of your nose just enough to not fall down if you were careful enough to not look down. You felt your glasses slip and quickly caught them, cursing at yourself and cursing your brother for not telling you that someone was coming over.

You then pushed away from the door and sat on your bed again, continuing your Kdrama, hopefully losing the memory you had just made.

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Minho had experienced the exact opposite. As he walked in with Hyunjin beside him they chattered happily, talking about a new choreo they had thought about until hyunjin halted and Minhos gaze followed his.

There you stood. It felt like you were surrounded by a halo effect as Minho looked at you, his body frozen.

He saw you multiple times already, at every occasion.

At birthday parties, all dressed up, curls prettily done and bouncing with your head with every little movement, make up so perfectly fit for your face (even tho you definitely didn't need that in his opinion) that he couldn't even stop looking at you.

All you ever did was greet each other with a simple smile or a short “hi” the moment you passed by, for either of you to go to the kitchen or living room or any place at the party.

He saw you at their dance stages, cheering in the crowd, nearly every male mesmerized by your visuals as well as your smile and the small dimple that would show up if you laughed wholeheartedly.

But never had his heart jumped the way it did today. As simple as it was. Your outfit did black magic to him, he was never frozen around girls, he was rather the flirty, teasing type. He was the one making others flustered.

But now, as he had seen you in those loose joggers and an oversized shirt, his mind went blank. He had to fight the blush on his cheeks. The glasses that accentuated your face so perfectly, your lips slightly parted around the chip, he felt the desire to feel your lips against his. To seal his lips around the other part of the chip and eat on it until his lips meet yours.

The way your eyes widened ever so slightly, blinking twice as you stood there like a deer in headlights, a blush dusting your cheeks and the small squeak that had escaped your mouth. It made him go weak in his knees. His heart melted at the sight in front of him.

He couldn't deny it.

You were adorable.

Minho was starstruck as hyunjin shook him thrice before he finally made it back to reality, shaking his head as he turned his head to his friends face.

“Huh?” He asked as hyunjin squinted his eyes.

“Were you goggling at my sister?” He Had asked as Minho stumbled over his words for the fucking first time in his life.

“I- uh- no.” And there was nothing more obvious than the lie that had left Minho's lips. Hyunjin started laughing hysterically, finding it amusing how his flirty Best friend had suddenly turned into a puppy that stumbled over his steps just because of you.

“You totally were!” Hyunjin teased, pointing his finger right in Minho's face as Minho scoffed, yanking away his hand.

“Yeah, whatever.” He grumbled, walking towards hyunjins room as Hyunjin followed, all giggly about a new found way to tease his best friend.

But Minho's mind was too busy thinking about you and that's when he realized;

He was utterly, fucking completely fucked to think like this about his Best friend's Sister.

#straykids imagine #skz #bang chan #straykids fanfiction #straykids oneshots #jeongin fanfiction #jeongin ff #jeongin #hyunjin #lee minho #minho fanfic #minho imagines #stray kids #straykids fluff #fluff #seungmin #changbin #lee felix #han jisung

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rottedsoulx · 1 year

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Rotten Origin

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An innocent soul boards your ship. They plead for help. “Ninjago is in danger.”

You can’t help but laugh in their face. Good! You cheer. A little danger ought to lighten up the place, at least. You already hold the greatest danger that ninjago could ever face, you have already done enough. Lightning expertly dances across your fingertips, threatening to shock anyone nearby.

You order your crew to walk this teenager off the plank. You have enough crew members and it’s always a shame when you’re forced to crush an innocent soul and meld it into one of your crewmates.

Before they can be shoved off the plank into the ocean below, there’s a bright green flash. Your eye is blinded, and your body trembles with confused anger. What is this?! You wail, and when your vision clears you see the kid holds a bright green power in the palm of their hands.

A laugh bubbles out of your throat. Of course the kid wants to prove their worth. You unsheath your sword and immediately, your crewmates step away from the kid. You point an electrified sword towards the outsider.

The kid’s fear is evident on their face, features twisted in worry. You watch the kid take a breath before their worried frown flips into a confident smirk. Interesting. Do you know what your lightning means? They ask.

It means you are strong, you respond.

It means you are destined for something better. They say. It means you are one of the few meant to protect ninjago from evil.

Ugh, this shit again. You nod your head towards one of your crew and a sword is lobbed towards the kid. The kid catches. Good. You will test this kid, and see if he is worthy for your crew- or if he’d be better off dead.

...

During the fight, the kid mentions knowing your mother. They call her “Liberty.”

Your mother’s name is Edna and she lives far away from your current life.

The kid seems shocked at this information, and you knock the sword out of their hands. Your sword grazes their neck and you demand to know everything.

Boldly, the kid plasters that confident smirk on their face once more. “Help me, and you’ll learn everything.”

Lightning buzzes under your skin. It reaches towards this kid, yearning to join this damned adventure.

“Clancee. You’re acting captain until I return.”

#ninjago #ninjago au #rotten origin #jay walker #lloyd garmadon #evil au #villain au #pirate jay walker #pirate jay #evil jay #villain jay #Nadakhan is chilling in the teapot #how did jay kick his ass? I'll talk about that later lmao #I also have a stupid meme #I'll probably share that in the between bits for character introductions

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She’s everything I aspire to be, confident in her own skin, a ray of sunshine a bit awkward who isn’t intimidated by people’s opinions. I was just like her, but most of my peers didn’t like me. I was a messy bundle of cheerfulness, my laugh loud and ungraceful. I wasn’t cool because I loved too much, with an intensity that people struggled to understand. I really appreciate the fact that you managed to go from an almost introspective story, full of the uncertainties and perplexities of our main characters to a very cute and flirty banter that is absolutely amazing. This is what I needed, I’m so happy that is making me feel all warm and fuzzy, it’s adorable ♡‧₊˚

i love her, need her in my life, make ME blush and shit. Wordcount: 2.6K

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Sunshine Blend Dark Roast

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

The first day Joe didn't show up after having done so for eight consecutive days, you didn't even notice until your coworker asked what name he used that day.

"Oh, he hasn't been in today," you said as your coworker rinsed out blenders and you wiped down counters.

"Then he's just Joe today," he said, and you grinned. Yea, Joe could be just Joe today. A comforting thought, although, you were bad at lying to yourself and acknowledged the small tinge of sadness. You really would've liked to make him scratch his face all nervously. Oh well, there's always tomorrow, you thought.

Except Joe didn't come in the next day. Or the next one. You weren't stupid. Joe had work things. Film things. Press things. You had no idea what being an actor entailed, but you could imagine Joe didn't have a set schedule that left wiggle room to get a coffee every day. And there were other customers to annoy, to get smiles and chuckles from. To sing at, to joke with, to ridicule just slightly, never enough to offend, never enough to not be able to fix things with a giggle, but always just enough to surprise them. Find that weird border to dance on. It was always so much fun to play.

But none of them were quite as fun to play with as Joe was.

Yes, other people would blush.

Yes, other people would awkwardly chuckle.

Yes, other people would stumble over their words. Would raise surprised brows when you asked them if they were sure they made the right choice. Would try to look away and pretend they weren't tickled at your attempt at a tap dance as you made iced drinks, rinsed out blenders, and scooped ice into large plastic cups.

They would all do all of those things.

But none of them made your stomach flutter like Joe did. And none of them made your chest swell like Joe did. And none of them got your throat to strain with back-held giggles like Joe did.

You didn't know if Joe was aware of the effect he had on you, so you made a mental note to tell him the next time you saw him. See if that would turn his ears red, too.

You just hadn't expected that the next time you'd see Joe, it wouldn't be in the coffee shop.

The next time you saw Joe, a couple more days had passed and you were on your way home after your shift, late afternoon on a Wednesday. You were on your phone, reading texts you'd missed throughout the day when you spotted him in your peripheral vision. You hadn't even been able to focus on much else but your phone and your blurred feet taking steps below it, but you somehow saw him and unconsciously glanced his way. Then did a double take. Yep, it was him. Joe. Staring right back at you. Frozen. In shock, a little, maybe?

Joe was sat in the window of a Starbucks.

A fucking Starbucks.

White paper cup in hand that you eyes immediately checked and it read Patrick.

Patrick.

Starbucks didn't know how to play. Idiots.

You halted, stopped right in the middle of the pavement, and had people bump into you from the abrupt standstill. They apologised grumpily, you apologised with a giggle, it was all fine. Then, you pointed an accusing finger at Joe and you tried to hide your smile. You saw Joe was still sat frozen, big eyes aimed at you. No way around those. He'd definitely seen you. But you pointed at him and then you got no reaction.

You let your eyes find the door, looked back at Joe, then back at the door, then back at Joe again to see he was also looking at the door, and you thought, fuck it, let's go. You saw how Joe followed you with his eyes and how panic rapidly built. Oh, fun. This was going to be fun.

"I can't believe it, Patrick," Loud. Right in the middle of the doorway, not even fully inside, you were immediately attention demanding. You didn't care. You'd be out of there in a second and would likely never see any of the other people in there.

"H-hi," was all Joe managed to stammer, and behind him, sat next to him in the window, someone stopped talking and leant back to see what was going on.

"Mingling with the enemy, are we?" you gestured into the store wildly. Windmill arms, almost.

Joe said nothing.

"If that's anything other than a large, oh wait, sorry, a venti americano, you've got some serious explaining to do," you smirked, let your eyes crinkle and waited for a reaction.

You got one. Finally. Non-verbal, though. You got stutters, and fingers fidgeting with rings, and nervous eye-contact with his friend and, oh my God!

That was Jamie Campbell Bower. Jamie Campbell fucking Bower, drinking a Matcha Crème Frappuccino. You let your shock from seeing Jamie Campbell Bower's face travel to his drink, your big eyes aimed at what he was holding now, instead of his face.

"That's a Matcha Crème Frappuccino."

It was bright green, not hard to guess. You knew your shit.

He laughed. "Yes, it is."

And like you'd known Joe your whole life, you reached out, grabbed Joe's forearm, wrapped strong fingers around and squeezed as tightly as you could. Used your hand that was still holding your phone to twist his cup until you could read its contents, said, "I fucking knew it." way too close to his face as you stood on your tippy toes.

A grande - not venti, Joe wasn't insane - caffè americano.

You felt Joe's tensed arm, but saw his shoulders relax as he let out a breath he'd been holding in a laugh. Joe saw your phone. You were holding your phone. Had it ready. Out. You weren't working now, and had walked up to him with your phone ready and out.

You were a girl.

You'd walked up to him.

With your phone ready.

And out.

Of course.

"Do you want a picture?" Joe's arm moved, and it made you lessen your grip on him. You blinked in confusion for a second, but Joe's arm was quick to find your back and a large palm placed itself on one of your shoulder blades.

Joe was lining himself up for a selfie with you.

A misstep. A grand one that was going to make him stumble when he'd realise. Like he hadn’t seen the last step when walking down a long winding staircase, and it'd make him run, big steps, in a bid to save himself from letting his knees scrape the floor.

"Ew, gross," you muttered, grimaced as you stepped aside, back towards the glass door, bumping into yet another person as you recklessly weren't paying any attention to your surroundings.

"Boring, and gross," you said softly before you nodded at the two men staring at you.

Everything about this interaction had been confusing to you, let alone to Joe, let alone to Jamie. It held so much potential to have been a quick little fun chat, but it left you with a bad taste in your mouth.

"You better take him with you next time," you pointed at Jamie, made big eyes at Joe who looked at you like you were speaking a different language, arm still hovering in place where it had been on your back second ago. "Patrick."

And out you went.

You knew then that, if you hadn't scared him off entirely before all of that, you certainly had scared him off now. There wasn't going to be a next time. You just knew it.

These weren't new feelings. These feelings didn't fester, didn't take you in a chokehold. They were familiar pains that no longer felt sharp, were more of a dull ache instead, easy to shove aside, because you'd been shoving them aside since childhood. You were an expert now, and you knew to let yourself feel it for a minute, and then you'd carry on. Never dwelled too long, because, who did that help?

What a way to make you dislike him. Did Joe honestly think that you were just after a picture with him? You shuddered. Gross. So gross.

But Joe didn't understand.

Had he ever understood anything about his interactions with you? He thought he was starting to get it. Starting to be able to predict you a little bit. Recognise what type of songs you would dance a little too. He could be waiting for his coffee, hear a beat, and know if he'd look up, he'd see you bounce. And he'd be right, too. He could see a girl walk in with large earrings, and he'd just know that you were going to mention them. Compliment. And then you would, "Look at them hoops, girlie! What can I get you?"

And then, you'd walked up to him with your phone out and confirmed everything that had been whispered to him from the dark corner of his mind. A photo. Of course you wanted to get a photo with him. Because, why wouldn't you? Didn't they all want a photo? He thought he was starting to get it.

But then you said, ew gross, to his face after he offered - he offered - and Joe wished the floor would've opened up beneath him. He wished to fall into black nothingness. He could just exist in that void for eternity, no problem.

Joe cringed.

Outwardly.

Where everyone could see.

"What the fuck was that?" Jamie asked, but couldn't help his face-splitting grin.

"I... I don't..." Joe saw Jamie's face. "Oh, fuck off," Joe winced, able to awkwardly chuckle at himself outwardly, but inwardly, died a little.

Joe didn't come in the next day. You knew he wouldn't, and you'd only given yourself a second to think about him, be a little disappointed, aw, woe is me, before you forced yourself to get over it. Let it go. There were other people that needed serving, and they were fun to play with too. You could make it fun, like you had made it fun for so many days before Joe had stepped foot into the coffee shop.

But then the next day, you'd seen him outside, on the other side of the street. You saw him, and he was with Jamie, and they were walking towards the shop. You saw them, grey and black coats billowing behind them as they walked, looking down at their feet, Jamie talking, Joe listening. You used both hands to hastily push your hair back from your forehead, slapping yourself in the face as you did, then clasped onto your coworker and said, "Suck in your stomach, Joe's coming," and made him laugh.

They walked in, and Joe looked up at the menu whilst Jamie made direct eye contact immediately, raised eyebrows, friendly face, ready to politely greet.

"Please, get a stupid latte," No good mornings. No hellos. You pleaded, hands clasped in front of your chest, eyebrows knitted, eyes as questioningly cute as you could manage them.

Jamie laughed, shrugged, said, "Sure," and communicated with his whole body that this was bizarre, but he was absolutely going to go with it.

You clapped your hands together excitedly, bent at the knees as if you were going to jump, but then didn't, because you weren't six years old. If you had been? That's what you would've done.

"We've got a bunch to choose from," you gestured at the menu behind you, let Jamie's eyes roam and then looked at Joe.

"Hi," he smiled.

You'd called him gross and boring to his face, made him uncomfortable in a public place, and he had come back. Brought Jamie with him. Said hi. Smiled.

What an idiot.

"Oh, can I get the Maple Matcha Green Tea Latte?"

"Yes, perfect. So fun. Not at all boring."

You asked for his name, wrote down Johanna because you were an annoying bitch and had had a weird Sweeney Todd phase years ago, and then turned to Joe.

"A large Am-"

"Americano. God." you interrupted and finished for him, like you despised it. Squeezed your eyes shut like it was the worst news Joe could've possibly given you. It wasn't, but it was a bit you were committed to, and it was fun to play with Joe. "Yes. Of course," you rolled your eyes, asked for Joe's name - Tim, today - wrote down Joe and then didn't let him pay.

"This one's on the house."

Joe frowned. Was about to sputter some polite rejections to a free drink, but you held a hand up. Joe was going to get this coffee free of charge.

You switched places with your coworker. Standard practice now. You always made Joe's drinks. But today, you got to make Jamie's too. Maple Matcha Green Tea Latte. A latte. This meant you got to do latte art. Latte art for Jamie.

"Look," you said, letting Jamie see inside before you were going to place the lid on.

"That's..." Jamie let his jaw drop a little.

"It's a penis!" you said it so proudly, it left no room for anything but acceptance of what he was staring at.

"That's a penis." he confirmed, and you saw Joe close his eyes as he shook with silent laughter next to him.

You placed the lid on, smiled at Jamie and before handing it over, you shouted, "A penis maple matcha green tea latte for Johanna," as if Jamie wasn't stood right by the counter, making direct eye contact with you.

At the mention of Johanna, he raised a curious eyebrow.

"I feel you, Johanna," you sang, and it was enough to make Joe burst out into giggles. Jamie soon followed, side eyed his friend for laughing at him, and then took his drink from you.

"Thanks, I love it."

Joe came in the next day by himself. Jude. You wrote down Joe. Didn't let him pay.

The next morning he walked in too. Jacob. You wrote down Joe. Didn't let him pay.

This kept going for a while.

You kept making Joe large americano's and kept not letting him pay for a single one. It was a new way to make Joe blush. Make him smile bashfully. Make him say thank you through squinty eyes. And if Joe thought that you weren't going to get straight back into trying your best to see his ears turn bright red, he was wrong.

You would compliment his outfits, said they were horribly mismatched, which offended him a little, but then said that he'd look good in fucking anything.

You would try to make him sing again, several times, and you upped volume each time. Upped the ridiculousness of the songs each time. Played fucking Johanna once, just to see his grin.

And Joe kept coming in.

And you kept not letting him pay.

Your colleague had made a comment about it. You told him to not interfere. Mind his business. This was a game you and Joe played, and you were winning. You played games to win, and you were winning.

You were giving Joe free drinks and in return you got so much more. Soft giggles, blushing cheeks, red ears, clumsy fumbly fingers, slow scruff scratches, bashful smiles, shy eye fluttering, stuttered words and wild butterflies in your stomach.

Until one morning, Joe stepped inside and was greeted by two people behind the counter, neither of whom were you.

You weren't there.

The music was set to a sensible volume. The shop was busy, but quiet. Calm. Odd. Joe'd never seen the place like this. Total different vibes in there now.

"Hi," Joe said to your coworker, the one he recognised, when it was his turn.

"Large americano?" he asked Joe, blank faced. Looked a little... bored.

"Yes, please. Is um... is she not in, today?" Joe asked carefully, and fished for his wallet in his coat pocket.

"No, shift switch. Helped him out," your colleague nodded at the other guy behind him.

"Great," Joe said, "Because I've got about 47 coffees I still need to pay for. Ring me up."

Joe didn't mind you playing weird games with him, even if he didn't understand, but Joe could play too, and Joe played games not to lose.

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inkandpen22 · 2 years

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An Electric Connection (2/?)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female!Reader

Warnings: mild language, drugs, mentions of anxiety

Word Count: 2.0k

Part Summary: Y/N and Eddie meet in the woods and have a heart-to-heart neither of them were expecting

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As you sit and wait at the picnic table Eddie described, you listen to music on your walkman and work on some homework. You always try to get as much done before a game because the rest of your weekend is basically a wash with college applications and dance planning.

Out of nowhere, something slams onto the table out of your peripheral vision. You scream and nearly fall back off the bench.

Eddie settles down across from you, laughing his ass off.

"Munson!" You scold, removing your headset.

"Couldn't help myself," he holds his hands up in surrender through bits of laughter.

You stuff your walkman back into your purse with a huff.

"So, the Bangles got any interesting new stuff?" He teases as he sets down his metal case.

You glare at him bitterly. "Is that all you think I listen to?"

"Well, let's just say you don't exactly take me for a Black Sabbath-type girl," he grins.

"Come here." You wave for him to lean forward as you start your walkman again.

He hesitates, giving you a knowing look.

You scoff. "I don't bite."

"Well that's a shame," he remarks flirtatiously.

You roll his eyes and ignore his comment.

He presses on the table and leans forward so you can place the headset over his ears. You watch as his eyes grow wide and meet yours with the comprehension that it's music he actually listens to.

"No freaking way!" He sits back down with a jaw to the floor. "You listen to Mötley Crüe?"

"Don't tell Chance!" You state sternly. "He doesn't know and would totally flip."

Eddie peers at you truly impressed. As if he couldn't already be crazy about you enough. "So, you do have a little metal freak in you."

You giggle at his conclusion as you stuff your books and walkman into your purse.

"You ever heard of Quiet Riot?" He asks.

You bite down on your lip. "Maybe..." you answer timidly.

He slams his hands down on the table with a bright grin. "Bullshit!"

"So, I'm not as predictable as you thought?" You joke.

"The Cheerleading Preppy Prom Queen not fitting her mold? Yeah, didn't see it happening!" He argues. "Kinda goes against the rules of the universe."

You can't help but giggle. He can be so dramatic and more excentric than anyone you've ever met.

"Speaking of rules. There are some with this," he remarks as he brings his case in front of him and pops it open. "They're pretty obvious. No receipts and cash only. I'll give you half an ounce for twenty bucks."

He tosses a ziplock of weed between you so casually it's mind-boggling to you. All you can do is stare at the bag while you bite down on your lip anxiously. Your hands pull down the sleeves of your cheer sweater and bunch in your palms.

You don't notice but Eddie is watching and analyzing your reaction. Your little nervous habits he's noted since the moment he developed a crush on you... which was the day you met practically.

He shakes his head. "You don't have to worry," he assures you. "We're safe, no one ever comes out here."

You peer up from the bag to meet his uncharacteristically soft gaze.

"I promise," he mutters.

You nod slowly and try to swallow your nerves. "Will it... does it..." You struggle to find the right words.

"Is everything okay, Y/N?" He asks, growing more concerned.

"It's... I don't know I have a lot going on and..." You pause, searching your brain for a reasonable explanation, yet you can't find one other than to be honest. "Do you ever feel like you're sort of losing your mind?"

Eddie chuckles, his eyes scanning the table as he brings his arms to rest on it. "Basically on the daily..."

His reaction makes you laugh, genuinely and wholeheartedly laugh which you can't remember the last time you have. Only Eddie would admit that too. If you had told Chrissy, Jason, and even Chance, they would've all denied it or looked at you like you were crazy.

"If you don't want to do this just say the word and I'll go," Eddie states, moving to place the bag back in his container.

"No!" You blurt out and place your hand over his. "I... I don't want you to go," you mumble.

For a moment, you stay like his, your hand covering his and peering at one another. Eddie's are eyes full of concern and beneath your's a debilitating anxiety.

Eddie flips his hand over, allowing yours to rest in it gently. His thumb rubs the back of it comfortingly. It eases your nerves immensely like a security blanket or a rope tethering you to Earth.

"Look, if you're nervous to smoke alone and afraid of how you'll react, my uncle works nights. I know there's a game tonight but how about we meet up after? I can walk you through it," he offers.

Your immediate reaction is to accept and you even start to say it but then you remember the party. Chance would get suspicious if you didn't go. "I'm supposed to go to this thing..." you mumble.

"Oh, of course." Snapping back to reality, Eddie slips his hand from you. For a second, just a second, he forgot who you were. "I forgot, it's busy being the Queen of Hawkins High."

Again, he starts to collect the bag and close up his case to leave.

As you watch him do so, you come to the realization that spending a night with Eddie Munson smoking weed sounds more appealing than a drunken party. "You know what," you voice right as he rises from he spot. "I'll just tell everyone I have a family thing in the morning and can't go."

Eddie peers down at you wide-eyed. "You sure?"

"Positive," you express confidently and stand up. "Besides, I need this..." You sigh. "But we'll have to be discreet! If my friends or parents-"

"Don't worry, Princess." He grins. "Wouldn't want the rest of the world to know you're associating with the school freak, right? Not the best for your pure image."

"I-"

"It's okay, really," he assures you. "How about I pick you up by the loading dock at the back of the school? No one goes back there."

You nod slowly, doing your best to remember the information.

"You got a ride home?" He asks as you two head back toward the school.

"I..." You pause and conclude your mistake with a huff. "I guess I didn't think that far ahead.

"Don't worry about it. I'll drop you off," he suggests and glances over at you. "That is if you don't mind risking the chance of being seen in my van."

"Oh stop." You snicker and playfully nudge him on the arm, earning a laugh from him.

"Hey, uh, what other tapes you got in there anyway?" Eddie asks, pointing to your purse.

A smirk appears on your lips. He's going to regret he asked that.

In his van, you two go back and forth debating on what to listen to on the ride to your house. From an outsider's perspective, they would never be able to tell you've never hung out before. You argue like an old married couple all while laughing at the same time. A vastly different image than what was seen in the woods just minutes ago. You two can flip like a switch, from quiet and peaceful to chaotic and unpredictable.

"Just give it a chance!" You request, attempting again to put the tape into the stereo.

"No, no way!" Eddie blocks the slot with his palm as he drives. "You're not corrupting my car with...What even is that?" He questions, glancing down at the device in your hand.

"Fleetwood Mac, you'll like it!" You argue. "You're Mr. Guitar, right?"

"How'd you know I play?" He grins and side-eyes you as he tries to focus on the road.

"Your band, isn't it called Corroded Coffin," you state nonchalantly with a shrug.

"Yeah but..." Eddie pauses, then comprehends something with a gasp. "You remember that from middle school?" He asks enthusiastically.

"How could I forget?" You practically shout through your giggling. "You played the guitar."

"Still do, yep, still do." Eddie shakes his head in disbelief as a permanent smile has remained on his face since entering the van. "You should come see us. Uh, we play at The Hideout on Tuesdays. It's pretty cool," he stammers slightly. He can feel the warmth rise to his cheeks and hope you don't notice it. "We... We actually get a crowd of about five drunks."

You giggle and Eddie's smile grows. The warmth in his cheeks deepening.

"It's not exactly the Garden, but you gotta start somewhere, right?" He shrugs.

"That's wicked!" You compliment. "I could never play an instrument. I have basically no hand-eye coordination."

"Maybe I could teach you a few cords or something," he offers, glancing over at you as he stops at a light.

You smile, meeting his dark eyes. "I'd like that."

As Eddie stares into your eyes he can feel his tough rocker exterior fading every passing second. He would do anything, be anything for you, anything that makes you happy.

"Well, you're lucky flattery works with me." He complies and points to the stereo as the light changes. "One song!"

You squeal and slip the tape in. "Thank you! Thank you! You'll like it, promise."

Eddie peers over at your glowing expression while you skip tracks to your favorite. His heart hasn't stopped racing since he saw you sitting at the picnic table. This whole time together feels like a dream, something he imagined in one of your many classes together. For years, he's wanted to be with you, alone, doing anything you wanted. It didn't matter as long as he got to talk to you, be with you.

"See?" You remark, glancing over at him with a pleased look in your eye.

Eddie hadn't even been listening to the song. He was too enthralled with you. "Always surprising me, Princess."

"Gotta keep you on your toes," you joke, leaning back in your seat. "Like you are with me and your driving. You really do drive like a maniac!" You laugh as you buckle your seatbelt.

"I'm only a little quick." He symbolizes with his thumb and pointer finger.

You giggle and glance out your window as the many buildings zoom by in flashes. The lyrics of "Go Your Own Way" playing in the back of your subconscious.

The silence and obligation to focus on the road allows Eddie to actually listen to your music. The words are more relatable than he'd care to admit, especially to you. The willingness he is crippled with to give you everything he has plagues him even in his dreams. Yet, there are so many factors that keep you from him, your boyfriend, your social circles, but most importantly your complete unawareness of his feelings. In Eddie's ideal world, none of that high school crap would matter, Chance wouldn't exist and he would actually have the balls to tell you the truth.

He's completely and uncontrollably in love with you.

Sooner than you'd like, Eddie turns onto your road. You would've never guessed this morning that you'd end up in Eddie Munson's van listening to some of your favorite music and actually having a good time.

"So, which corner do you want me to drop you off on?" Eddie asks. "I'm assuming you don't want you parents to see you hopping out of a scary black van."

"They're not home. They're never home," you mumble the last part with a deep sigh. "I'm the blue one at the end."

Your words don't go unheard by Eddie. While you're peering out the passenger window with your smile faltering, he feels a sting in his chest. He wishes he had driven slower or waited a minute before scaring you in the woods, anything to make your time longer together. Seeing the smile, the smile that he put on your face, disappear pains him more than he'd like to admit.

Reluctantly, Eddie pulls into your driveway. He does his best to hide his gawking. Your house is three times the size of his trailer and your perfectly landscaped yard makes his look like a mud pit.

"Thank you for the ride." You grab your purse before hopping out of the car. "So, tonight?"

Eddie looks away from your house with a hum. "I'll be there."

You climb out and start toward your house. Almost every day when Chance drops you off you're reminded you're coming home to an empty house. From the outside, it looks so grand and welcoming. Yet, inside, most rooms remain untouched, dark, and above all quiet.

While your music plays, Eddie watches as you stroll up the sidewalk leading to your front door. Then, it hits him, your music is still in the stereo.

"Oh wait, shit!" He quickly tries to get the tape out. "Y/N!" He calls to you while he struggles. "Y/N!"

You stop and whip your head around. After setting your things down on the front steps, you jog back over to Eddie and stand outside his door.

"Your tape." He holds out the cassette to you between his fingers.

You urge it back to him. "Keep it. Give me your thoughts tonight," you suggest and start back to your house.

Eddie smirks, placing the tape back into his stereo to listen to on the way home.

"By the way!" You holler to him from the sidewalk. When your eyes meet, you smile. "I just... I just thought you should know I've never considered you a freak. The people who call you that are just too self-conscious to admit that you have better taste," you tell him with a wink.

Eddie chuckles, tapping his fingers on his wheel with a nod.

You spin on your heels and head up toward your house.

As Eddie drives down your road listening to your music the smile on his lips grows sore from being present the last hour, yet he can't find the means to care. He couldn't remove it if he tried. The best part of today and the major reason he continues to smile even though you're gone, he gets to see you again tonight.

"I'm so freaking screwed!" He laughs to himself nervously, well aware that there are only two options for tonight, either you break his heart or he falls in love with you more than he already is, if that's possible.

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uroboros-if · 11 months

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Heyo, so I recently realized that I have a tendency to flinch/jump at loud noises, even if I expect them. I mean- at school, I will jump a foot in the air at the bell. How would the ROs react to an MC like that? I feel awful whenever someone is talking to me, then their voice raises in volume and I flinch. I can imagine All that Lasts Forever sitting with one of the ROs in silence, when the RO breaks the silence to speak, they jump in surprise, then apologize for jumping.

:( I'm sorry you feel that way when someone is talking to you. It must be uncomfortable. You never have to apologize for jumping.

SALVATORE would be surprised the first time they realize that, and feel immensely guilty for eliciting that reaction out of you. Embarrassed, they begin to form an apology on their lips, when you make one of your own to them. If you explain it to them, they'd be surprised a second time. Their voice drops to something low and warm as they assure the MC that they have nothing to apologize for. It's something that stays on their mind and they become conscious of when they see you. Instead, they'd attempt to catch your attention by coming to your line of vision and waving their hand, or tapping you lightly on the shoulder if you're okay with that. If need be, they'll attempt to say your name as softly as they can, just loud enough for you to hear them. Perhaps they can even glow slightly as signal.

Alternatively, if they come to that realization on their own after they see you jump often at loud noises, they'll notice and make the same adjustments accordingly!

LUCIEL doesn't noticeably react when they realize this quality of yours. Each time it happens, they say nothing on it except say you do not need to apologize. The first time does not catch their attention, but the more often it happens, the more it rises to their consciousness. Their gaze more often lingers on you, sharp and contemplative. Once they know of it keenly, they start to make adjustments. They're quiet on it and never ask, if only because they wouldn't want you to be conscious of it. They merely try to catch your attention by coming to your sight or tapping on you, but they might also use their presence to their advantage. The air grows just the slightest cooler, with a breeze that kicks up your hair, and you're awash in the sense of calmness that so often accompanies the deity of death. Subtle, and yet unmistakably them, and it takes your attention to them.

CIOCANA. At first, they would tease you lightly for it, asking what you're thinking about so deeply to be startled. However, if you explain it to them or it's common enough that they can catch on (and Ciocana catches on quite quickly), they'd stop teasing you for it. Instead, they try to call you to them with some dramatics, dancing lights to your sight or making a flourish that it has to make you look to them. Anything fun and non-audible, they'd try anything under the sun that will work and hopefully, something that they can keep doing that will be able to call to you without having to raise their voice. They can, however, carry a whisper to your ear, though it is not something they want to resort to often unless that is sufficient for you.

ALESSI would laugh and say sorry for making you jump like that, and wave off any apologies of your own. It takes them a little more to notice, but when they do, they'd make it a point to apologize for all those times they didn't realize that sudden loud sounds were uncomfortable for MC, even if they were just saying their name. They prefer to ask you directly what you would be most comfortable with, and go with that. However, if it's something you're not sure about, they'd ask if you'd let them try different things. At that, they dilligently experiment a variety of ways, visual or touch or otherwise, and when they try a method that doesn't have you jumping, they'd visibly cheer. So that worked! They'll have to do that next time!

This is, of course, as any decent person should do for you! Thank you so much for sending an ask.💕💕

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chiquititaosita · 1 year

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Hey! I happened to come across your blog and I absolutely love it! I have a request for a scenario if you don't mind? GN! Reader bringing Zoro to their family home to help make tamales 🫔 its getting close to tamale season so I thought it would be a cute and funny little scenario. Imagining Zoro being surrounded by your tías and them questioning him to hell and back and your little cousins thinking he's so cool they're doing everything in their power to tear him away from you 🤣🤣🤣

tamales and familia

zoro x gn latine reader

post type: scenario

bears note: Tlazohcamati/muchas gracias amor Im glad my blog makes you feel included and represented! have a happy holidays! omg the fact i was eating tamales this morning and this made me get all giddy inside I’d be gladly honored to bring this into the spotlight

contents: established relationship (zoro x reader),

the minute that you landed on your motherland of the island. you’ll hear kids cheering, drunk men doing gritos outside of the bars. Ladies laughing and dancing to the music. You’ll walk out of the ship taking a big inhale to let your mind settle down and take in the atmosphere.

“Well, go on, what are you waiting for?” Zoro will scan your body language and observe you. He understands your nervous. In fact he is too. it’s because this is the very first time meeting your family. He hasn’t considered anyone his family besides well you his partner and his crew.

“S-sorry, im just nervous, it’s been so long. I know they’ll love you. it’s just umm.” You’ll look at him and give the pirate hunter a gentle squeeze.

“It’s okay. we got this.” he’ll kiss the top of your head, and hug you back. gently nudging you to open the door. Once the knock on the door was made, you’ll see your mom talking to your abuelita through the window. Walking towards the door with your peripheral vision. your mom opens the door and sees you, dropping her plate of food she made for dinner tonight. Gazing at her child, alive and all in one piece. (I need to stop with these puns LMAO)

“Hola mama..” you gave your mother the biggest hug you could with all of your life.

“Y/n!!!” Your mothers (colored eyes) started tearing up. She smiled as you both laughed.

“Aye chingada!!! Look how skinny you’ve gotten you need to eat more!!” Your mom will grab you by your ear. “M’mama!! That hurts!!” You’ll groan in embarrassment as your tall moss head for a partner will snicker.

When you introduce zoro to your family, let’s just say your family is going to lecture him, and try to embarrass you.

“Nah!- mijo did y/n ever tell you about how they wanted conchas and they said panocha?!”you faced palmed, blushing in embarrassment.

“What does panocha mean?” he was confused and you explained to him, as he took a drink of corona. Spitting out his drink and wheezing. Joining your male relatives laughing. All this happened while you were prepping the masa mix for the tamales. you sighed.

“So you scoop the masa with the spoon and place it to the press, and press it.” you demonstrate the process to your moss head, he starts to sneeze after smelling some of the spices, and meat with the tamales. you watch him have flour on his face.

“What?! do I look bad?! Or what?!” he grumbled and crossed his arms tasting the filling, the tias couldn’t help but laugh at the fact that your partner had never had tamales. that was until when you gave him a sample.

“that’s really good…..” he blushed and avoided eye contact with your colored orbs. he’s trying to keep his “machismo facade.”

“Do you ever get lost when you and your crew are together?! “

“How would I say this?-“

“Yes.” you bluntly say drinking your agua fresca.

“Do you want some more food mijo” your abuela will guilt trip him..

“No- I’m g-“

“Mijo you’re too skinny have some more.” He couldn’t say no. he just ate all he could. Here are some things that your family says

“Why are you with y/n?”

“Is your hair really green?”

“Have you killed anybody?”

“does the carpet match the drapes?!”

“TIA!!-“

“Why do you have one eye?”

now when it comes to your dad and tios. Drinking matches are indeed happening. He out drinks them. I think zoro prefers the alcohol y’all have now (don’t forget sake of course). Of course zoro makes everyone laugh unintentionally with his stories of his life, as a pirate and as a boyfriend.

“Aye güey!! Y/n you have a good man to be looking out for you!” Your cousin is just in shock seeing how he crosses everything off their list!

Your cousin will mouth thank you to zoro, because your cousin is very overprotective and possessive over you.

When it comes to the kid tios and tias he tries to put two and two together. You just said “don’t worry about it.”

The little kids with the silver teeth will be taking zoros swords from him and attempt to beat him up. he pretends to play dead like. “Oh noooo I’ve been hit… if only there were some pirates to save a weak man like me.” It’s all sarcasm and the kids find it funny. It’s canon that zoro is amazing with babies and kids in general. So yes they’ll be little shits and zoro will chase them!

“Oi! Don’t touch those!! Those aren’t toys!!” There is this one time your little niece said that zoro’s hair looked like a moco (booger). Mans had never felt so violated by a child. Of course that little nina grown a special place in his heart. Because of you taking care of her when you both had to babysit.

Overall I think zoro making tamales and being at a carne asada is one of those times that zoro will never ever forget. Because it was filled with that feeling of acceptance he longed for from a family.

#zoro x latina reader #zoro x reader #Hispanic reader #roronoa zoro #one piece x reader #pirate hunter zoro #zoro fluff #one piece imagines #zoro x fem reader #zoro x afab reader #zoro imagine #one piece #zoro one piece #⋆˚✿˖° osita’s chisme time #ੈ♡˳ zoro x latina reader

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soulkeeper801 · 1 year

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Unexpected - Twice’s Sana pt 3

(A/N: Part 1, Part 2)

Last part

Minatozaki Sana x f!reader

Fluff

“Why didn’t you tell her it was my birthday?” Momo asked.

Sana had already told her friends about the sudden invitation and the party that had to be thrown on Friday so you could see each other again. No one understood why she said Tzuyu’s name when two birthdays were around the corner and could have been easier to do.

“Or mine,” Jeongyeon continued.

They were gathered at the living room hanging decoration for a really improvised birthday party. The girls bought food, alcohol and even invited some more people over.

“Screw it,” Momo said in a moment of realization, “I’m gonna celebrate my birthday with this party, too”.

“Right, let’s make it a joint birthday party,” Tzuyu replied, looking for Sana’s agreement.

“Then I can celebrate my birthday too, right?” Jeongyeon asked, getting nods of approval from the other girls.

Sana smiled in relief. They didn’t need to go over all this trouble but they still did it to make her happy. They didn’t know you, nor did they know if you were going to be good for her, yet they always had each other’s back and were going to do as much as they could to help.

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When you asked Sana what time to arrive, she reminded you it was a small gathering between friends, nothing too fancy. So when you got there and noticed the loud music and the open door that let you see all the people inside, you realized it was bigger than expected.

You had bought a present for Tzuyu but now it seemed like you should have brought something to drink instead. The atmosphere made you a little anxious since you could have a hard time meeting new people, until your eyes caught her.

Sana had a cup in her hand as she was chatting with someone standing next to her. You couldn’t hear her laugh, but by her gestures you knew she was laughing.

You took a couple steps towards her until you appeared in her range of vision. She smiled widely at the sight of you.

“You made it,” she said, giving you a soft hug. “I was looking forward to seeing you again,” she confessed boldly, maybe thanks to the alcohol she had before.

“This is for Tzuyu,” you said, signaling the gift bag you had brought. “I noticed she has a bike, so maybe she likes it”.

Sana went to bring her so she could thank you personally.

“You didn’t have to, Y/N!”, Tzuyu said, receiving the gift. “Please, get a drink, eat something,” she politely offered, showing you the way to the table where the bottles and the food was.

You nodded and walked by her side, not noticing how Sana was following you with her gaze. She saw how easily you struck up a conversation with the younger girl, making her laugh and even chugging a beer with her. Soon after, Jeongyeon appeared by your side and by the look on your face she must have told you it was her birthday too. She stayed a little longer around you and seemed to be asking many questions, one after another. Your gaze caught hers and she flashed a bright smile towards you.

Jeongyeon excused herself and left you alone next to the table and Sana took the chance to go back to you. You didn’t catch what, but the older girl whispered something in Sana's ear that made her chuckle.

“I didn’t know I had to bring more gifts,” you said as soon as she stood by your side.

She smiled, “you didn’t have to bring any, but that’s who you are”.

The music was loud enough for you to get closer in order to hear what you were saying, her hair tickling your face due to the proximity. It could be the alcohol in your blood, but you felt her gaze was lingering in your lips.

“Y/N!” a very tipsy Tzuyu yelled from the middle of the living room, “come dance with us!”

Sana smiled and took your hand to bring you there. The girls cheered for you both and it made you react shyly. She looked ethereal under the lights and the way she was moving seemed unreal to you.

“Oh my God, go for it!” one of her friends pushed her towards you, so you caught her by the waist, pulling her close.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered in your ear, one of her hands resting on your shoulder while the other grabbed your arm.

You shook your head energetically, letting her know it was all fine. Having her in your arms felt right after all.

After a couple of songs, Sana asked if you wanted to breathe fresh air outside. The not so subtle invitation didn’t go unnoticed by her friends who threw knowingly smiles and stares towards you, gaining blushes from the both of you.

“They are terrible,” Sana said, looking a bit embarrassed when you were finally outside.

She took a seat on the little garden before the house as the music became the background for your conversation.

“No worries, they seem fun,” you reassured her.

She nodded and let out a deep sigh, her gaze fixed on the floor.

“Do you know why I asked you to come here with me?” she asked, cautiously averting her gaze to yours.

"Because you wanted to breathe fresh air? Or maybe stare at the moon? The moon looks so beautiful tonight I-”

Babbling. It’s all you ever could do in a situation of stress. You were nervous, so words kept flowing without stopping from your mouth.

Until you felt her lips against yours.

She took your chin between her fingers, brought your face against her, pressing a soft kiss on your lips. She pulled apart for a second to study your expression. Your cheeks were red, your lips parted.

You went for her lips again. This time her tongue found her way into your mouth, as her arms wrapped around your neck to bring you closer. You rested your hands on her waist, the kiss growing hotter by the second.

She pulled apart one more time, “Wait, Y/N, I need to tell you something,”

Eager as you were, you kept pressing chaste kisses against her jawline. She tilted her head to the side to give you more access.

“Mmm?” you simply answered, not giving much thought to whatever she was about to say. What could be better than what you were doing?”

“I…,” she started, “might have lied about this party.”

You pressed one final kiss against her pulse point.

“Oh, I know,” you replied before leaving a kiss on her lips.

She looked dumbfounded which you found adorable.

“W-what? How?”

“Tzuyu told me,” you answered, before taking a glance back to the house. The tall girl was drunkenly dancing in the middle of the living room wearing a plastic crown and a sash that said birthday girl.

Sana opened her mouth as if she was about to complain.

“It was my fault,” you continued. “I asked what her sign was and she didn’t know what to answer. I guess she panicked and just ended up telling me”.

“Are you mad?” she cautiously asked.

“Mad? Do you think if I was mad I would do this?” you claimed her lips one more time as she corresponded immediately. You felt her smiling into the kiss, her arms wrapping around you again. “I’m thankful,” you said, pulling apart a little to rest your forehead against her. “For the coffee you never treated me to”.

She chuckled at your answer before going for your lips again.

#twice x reader #sana x reader #sana x f!reader #sana imagine #sana scenario #twice scenario #twice imagine #soulkeeper801

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familyvideostevie · 2 years

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can I send another? give u some fluff… 49 w whoever your heart desires xoxo ily

emma i will do anything for u <3 i did this w steve but i have a clear vision for rockstar eddie so hehe here u go :)

spinning your lover into a kiss on the dance floor __

The concert hall is empty. Every sound you make seems to echo around the space -- one of the biggest you've ever seen. Hundreds of people will be here soon, screaming and cheering and singing, but for now, it's just you.

And Eddie. And the band. He and Corroded Coffin are opening for some big-shot group for a few tour dates, and he's brought you along. They're on stage now, tuning guitars and finishing sound check -- which you always watch from the middle of the empty floor. You sit backstage for the actual show, but here you get to see your boyfriend the way everyone else does: like the rockstar he is.

"Almost done!" Eddie calls to you. You wave at him and tip your head back to stare at the designs on the ceiling. You spin in slow circles, arms outstretched, humming along to the song the boys are finishing up. The drums are beating a slow, steady rhythm when someone catches your hand and you make a surprised sound.

"Just me, sweetheart." Eddie tugs on your hand and you let yourself fall into his chest, arm wrapping around his neck as his hands settle on your hips.

"Shouldn't you be working?" you ask him. Everyone else is still on stage, but he's hopped down to join you on the empty floor.

"You looked too pretty down here," he says. "Spinning around like you own the place." You laugh and it echoes and Eddie grins.

"Are we dancing?" you ask. You're swaying a little, hardly moving, but Eddie surges into motion. He grabs your hands and starts to pull you around, no rhythm or step behind the dancing. You follow his lead, laughing and trying not to fall.

"C'mon, babe," he says. "Get into it!" He spins you before pulling you back into his arms, eyes bright and cheeks rosy. He pauses for just a second, brushing your hair back from your face before he kisses you. The empty hall, the rest of the band, and everything else fade like it always does when Eddie's lips are on yours.

You sigh into him, free hand fisted in his t-shirt, and kiss him with everything you've got as if you're at home, as if you're alone. He makes a needy sound but pulls away, thumb brushing over your lower lip as he does.

"Gonna think about that all night," he says, sounding almost put out. "You're distracting me from my craft!" He acts affronted like you're the one who's not doing their job right now.

"Eddie," you scold, used to his antics. "Go finish soundcheck! Then we can go to dinner."

He starts to back away toward the stage. "Or... we can mess around in the tour van?"

"Hey!" Gareth calls from the stage. "We can hear you!"

#eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x gender neutral reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson blurb #blurb #emma's asks #my sweet pals #emma ily

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hoewkeye · 2 years

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know your place.

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x fem!Reader

Summary: You and Rooster are friends with benefits but he doesn’t like your relationship with Maverick.

Tags: SMUT, friends with benefits, fingering, car sex, jealous Rooster, it’s implied that Reader has a crush on Maverick, slightly breeding kink, dirty talk, pet names

Word Count: 1.4k

Notes: This is pure unbeta’d thirst. Requested by @j-elese-53

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It was sinful.

Seeing all those men running around, shirtless and all sweaty. It was sinful; you couldn’t help but shift in your seat, feeling the familiar wetness soaking your panties under your skirt.

Your eyes scanned Hangman and then landed on Maverick, wondering how a man his age had remained so spectacularly hot. You gulped, taking a sip of your soda and watching as Rooster did a little dance, moving his hips in a way that made your mouth watery.

Rooster.

You shifted on your seat again, remembering the way he would thrust his hips when you were alone, his mouth whispering dirty things in your ear while licking your neck, his mustache sending shivers down your spine.

You were “friends who fuck”, as he would say. Always sneaking around and having fun when no one was looking. The secrecy added to the thrill of it, your little encounters becoming a lot more fun — your bodies moving together, your muffled moans by his hand on your mouth while you rode his dick in small bathrooms and closed classrooms.

When the competition was over, they gathered around and you searched for a bottle of water in the cooler beside your chair, standing up to greet them with a cheerful smile, “Good game, boys!” And some of them gave you sweaty hugs, still laughing and talking out loud. “Here, Mav!”, you called Maverick, handing him the bottle of water.

He offered you a smile and a wink, accepting the water, and you blushed a little, missing the killer glance Rooster shot at the both of you.

As the time passed by, the boys started to disperse and you quickly made your way towards your car. You were already inside and ready to leave when Rooster opened the passenger door, sitting by your side.

“What the fuck, Bradshaw?”, you asked, exasperated. He was still shirtless, wearing nothing but his shorts and the usual sunglasses. An undeniably hot mess.

“You’re driving me home,” he announced.

“Why don’t you go home the same way you got here?”, but you started the car nonetheless, driving out of the parking lot.

“Phoenix gave me a ride but she already went home,” he explained. “Besides,” Rooster’s hand was soon on your leg, lifting your skirt just enough to use his thumb to draw circles on your bare skin, “I got a little something to say to you.”

You squeezed the wheel in your hands, trying to remain focused on the traffic, and your voice was raspy when you managed to say, “Oh, yeah? And what is that?”

Rooster leaned in your direction, the tip of his nose brushing against the helix of your ear as he whispered, “Whatever the hell was that little scene with Maverick earlier, I don’t wanna see it happening again,” his hand moved upwards on your leg, discovering your soaked underwear. “I honestly hope this is all because of me.”

A shiver ran down your spine and you fought against the urge to move your hips against his hand, sneering at him instead, “You have no say in what I do or don’t do, Rooster, know your place.”

He laughed coldly, pulling his face away from yours as he used his fingers to spread your wet folds through your panties and stroked the area slowly. Your body responded to him immediately; your legs spreading and a deep sigh leaving your lips, finding it harder to concentrate on the road.

“My place, sweetheart, is buried deep inside your pussy,” he rubbed his thumb on your clothed clit, and a car honked at you when you accidentally got out of your way. Rooster seemed amused, so he continued, pushing your panties to the side and playing with your wet lips as he added, “And your pussy belongs to me.”

You were already shaking in your seat, your vision blurry from pleasure. His possessive words were undoubtedly affecting you and his skilled hand on your crotch was just proving his point.

“Fuck you, Rooster,” was all you managed to say, voice cracking.

Your words just instigated him; he turned on his seat so he was facing you and switched his hands, using the right one to touch you while the left one, still wet, was used to grab the nape of your neck. “Eyes on the road, baby girl.”

Pushing your underwear aside, he took his time playing with your clit, loving the way you squirmed under his touch as he circled it, stroked it smoothly, and sometimes pinched on it, just to hear you moan his callsign.

He wished he could go down on you; he already missed the way you tasted, thrusting his tongue deep inside you, flickering it against your clit as you cried out his name. He loved the way your cum would make a mess on his face, dampening his mustache, and he’d always ask you to lick him clean afterwards.

Rooster was already hard, especially when you were panting like that, trying to focus on the traffic while his hand was on your cunt, making you feel good. He wanted you to know nobody else would ever make you feel that good — only him.

Still grabbing your neck to keep your eyes on the road, he pushed a finger inside you, feeling the familiar warmth and tightness. He panted himself, wanting to pull his dick out and jerk off immediately, but he added a second finger instead. “Are you feeling good, huh? Eyes open,” he commanded when noticed your eyes were almost closing. “Eyes on the road, we’re almost there, sweetheart,” he started thrusting his fingers, an obscene noise of wetness filling the car. “You can do it, baby, we're almost there,” he cooed.

All you could feel, all you could see, and all you could think about was Rooster. You wanted to turn your head and look at him as you felt your orgasm growing closer, but his hand on your neck wouldn't let you, his fingers making a mess on your car seat.

When you finally parked your car in front of Bradley’s house, you thanked God you had tinted windows.

You had the same idea; you were about to jump on his lap when he placed his hands on your waist and helped your movements. Your legs were now on both sides of his thighs and your trembling hands pulled his shorts down, his hips moving up to help you.

“You fucking bastard,” you scolded, his dick now out. You took him in your hand, rubbing the tip with your thumb before stroking him eagerly. You bucked your hips against him, your clit pressing against his balls, and you groaned. “We could’ve died—”

“I would’ve died happy with my hand between your thighs,” he muttered under his breath, finding it hard not to moan when you were touching him like that. “C’mon, baby girl, sit on my dick already.”

You lifted yourself, positioning him in your entrance, and slowly allowed him to stretch your insides. It was so good having him filling you up, you felt complete and so, so feverish. Your nails scratched his abdomen, the pleasure taking over your sensitive body, and you groaned once again.

Rooster’s hands were soon on your buttcheeks, gripping them hard while he tried not to moan. You knew damn well he was loud sometimes.

“Fuck, baby, I love your pussy so damn much,” he said as you started moving on his dick, up and down, slow but hard. One of his hands went to grab your hair, pulling it hard, his hips moving alongside yours, going as deep as he could.

He licked your neck and then forced you to look at him, jerking his hips harder. You cried out his name and he bit your lower lip, “No one else can make you feel this good. You're mine,” another deep thrust. “All mine.”

Maybe it was his words, the way he said them, or his hard thrusts. There was no way you could tell what made you orgasm that hard; your vision went dark and your pussy clenched multiple times around him, you lost control over your body, and Rooster needed to grab you firmly to keep pounding. You fainted for a split second, murmuring “I'm yours, I'm yours,” as soon as you came back.

“Can I come inside?” he asked and you nodded right before you felt his warm cum filling you deep, a loud moan leaving his lips as he kept thrusting sloppily. You felt so good having his cum deep inside your cunt, a new rush making itself present in your body, and you kissed him for the first time that day.

That was it; his mark on you. The proof you were his, no longer the friend he fucked.

“But seriously,” he said after a while. “Stay away from Maverick.”

#blue writes #rooster x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster #top gun #top gun maverick #blue writes for top gun #miles teller #miles teller x reader #maverick x reader

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grogusmum · 2 years

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A Galaxy Far Far Away Part 9 : Tannenbaum

DIN DJARIN X EARTHING!F!READER

WORD COUNT: 4600ish

RATED: M

WARNINGS: while I do my best to keep my reader characters nondescript physically, there is some description here (stretch marks) I hope they are things you can relate to or imagine are a part of you within the context of the story. Also, Din picks you up. It's not meant to be thin coding at all, because he can. He picks up that Klatooinian with one hand in TBoBF. So its canon. Enjoy! While about Yule (winter solstice) Christmas and Christmas traditions mentioned. Grogu being adorable. Din being soft. Sexual situations, sexy times -kissing, taking off each others clothes kissing torsos, described though not explicitly fades to black.

A/N: @clydesducktape had suggested a Christmas in July writer's challenge- to finish up some December prompt wips etc. Well I really did want to do a chapter or 2 with Yule, plus some sweet readers had shared their hope for it to be included after reading the Halloween chapters as well. And the challenge afforded me a little push.

Anyway here I am July 31... long ago as a performer, I learned never to apologize for my work. But I feel like I need to here. I hope you enjoy this little slice of winter festivities. There maybe more in part 10, idk... This took me the entire month to write. It wasn't clicking for me. With some cheering on from @writeforfandoms I was finally able to finish. We will see...

On the plus side, the holiday spirit, whatever the holiday, seems helps move our pair's relationship along. (Who knows what will happen on Arbor Day!!)

Oh a little Ask Grogu easter egg can be found in the chapter.

Part 1

Part 8

The song O Tannenbaum is translated from the German to O Christmas Tree, though Tannenbaum simply means fir or pine tree. In actuality, it is one of the few carols that has gone mostly unchanged from its pagan origins.

O Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum,

How faithfully you blossom!

Through summer’s heat and winter’s chill

Your leaves are green and blooming still.

O Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum,

How faithfully you blossom!

O Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum,

With what delight I see you!

When winter days are dark and drear

You bring us hope for all the year.

O Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum,

With what delight I see you!

O Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum,

You bear a joyful message:

That faith and hope shall ever bloom

To bring us light in winter’s gloom.

O Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum,

You bear a joyful message

You woke early on December the first, with visions of sugarplums dancing in your head and the skating theme from Charlie Brown Christmas was on a loop. Determined to go all out, you would bake all of Nana’s Christmas cookies, decorate inside and out, make bird seed ornaments for the little pine tree outside, and go to a tree farm and cut your own tree. You didn't think you could get Din to sing, but you knew he would go caroling with you, if you suggested it. Just as you had so enjoyed sharing Halloween and Samhain with Din and Grogu, you were bursting to share another favorite holiday that had become very lonely to you in recent years.

Quietly you made your way up to the attic to bring down decorations, thinking maybe you would be able to get a start and surprise the little family you were becoming. You pulled three large boxes out of the corner of the open space, when you turned around there was Grogu looking at the boxes and you with interest. You jumped a mile high, he had been so quiet.

“Shhhi- Grogu! Hey, jellybean,” you picked him up, “and I thought I was being so sneaky. There is no surprising you, is there?”

You thought about that for a moment standing in the middle of your attic, the baby in your arms… was it part of the powers Din had so much trouble explaining to you?

“Well, anyway, good morning, little guy. I have to bring these boxes down, can you get down the steps on your own?”

“Can I help?”

Din made his way up Seamus, trailing behind. You laughed and shook your head.

“Yes, please. I was planning to - well it doesn’t matter. I need to bring these boxes down.” You put Grogu on the floor, and he toddled over to Seamus. Din picked up two of the large totes with ease, you picked up the last one and headed downstairs, Grogu and Seamus following.

"What is all this, anyway?"

"Well, did you notice how after our fall feast suddenly all the stores were covered in green and red and garland… um, silvery fluffy ropes?”

“Yes.”

“There is another big holiday, actually several of them coming up this month. Though one tends to dominate…” you begin your muttering, and Din and Grogu looked at each other with fondness.

“Far be it from me to be a Grinch but ‘Big Christmas’ shoves everything else out- when it steals pretty much eve-” you look at them and grimace. “Sorry, okay so there are a bunch of holidays all around this time.They have their own histories and stories… but what they have in common is bringing light during the darkest time of the year.”

“That sounds nice. So Halloween, well, Samhain was the last harvest and celebrated the dark,” Din said as he picked up Grogu who was chattering and touching Din's face. "Yes, buddy your right- and put on disguises to get candy."

“Yes. Well, sort of and Yule is the midpoint… the winter solstice.”

Din made a sound of acknowledgment and nodded.

“Do you celebrate the solstices too? That’s a dumb question… makes sense it would be universal in some form…"

“Yeah, different systems and planets do. Coruscant has a big celebration, they call Solstice Tide.”

Grogu cooed and gestured excitedly.

“Yeah kid, you would know Solstice Tide, wouldn't you? When you were at the Jedi Temple.”

Grogu nodded. You took his little hand in yours.

“A long time ago, Earthlings didn't know why it was getting darker, why it was going colder and the plants were dying, or why animals were harder to come by. They thought the world was dying. Even when they came to understand it would return they were scared, they didn't think there were any guarantees. After all, winter could kill you. You couldn't turn on a lamp or turn up the heat… go to the grocery if you ran out of food. They prayed to the gods the sun would return and with it longer and warmer days. So when it did, they celebrated and gave thanks. Even as they started to understand more about how the sun, moon, and planets worked they marked the days with revels. And we still do. Sure some have changed the name or the reason, but we still celebrate the promise of the sun's return. So Grogu, we get to celebrate Solstice Tide! I don’t know that it will be just like how you remember it, but I think you’ll like it!”

Soon Juniper Cottage was alive with activity. Faerie lights were strung on the bare lilac tree beside the old green front door that had a wreath of holly hung with a large red ribbon on it. The windows were bejeweled with folded kite paper stars, suns, and snowflakes, you, Din, and Grogu made one particularly snowy day. The snow came down so heavy and prolonged that you were able to get 4 varieties of cookie dough made.

“Not you too!” You moaned, two weeks into the month, as you spooned oatmeal into three bowls.

“I like Junebug,” Din said taking his bowl with a quiet thank you. Grogu smiled toothily as his bowl was set before him.

“I thought you had forgotten all about that.”

“You do know Dave calls you nothing else? The kid likes it too. Right, buddy?” Grogu laughed and waved his spoon.

“That proves nothing, he loves maple oatmeal. Don’t you sweetie?”

Din chuckled.

“I won't call you Junebug if you don't want me to, cyar’ika.”

You smile, shaking your head.

“It's okay,” you conceded before switching subjects, "but let's move on to more important things. It’s time to bring home the tree!”

Again, Din and Grogu looked at each other.

Just as you all climbed into your car to pick pumpkins right from the field, this time to get the tree. Din strapped Grogu in his car seat and you opened the other back seat door for Seamus. When Din straightened you tossed the keys. He caught them, with a look of surprise.

“You've been practicing with Dave’s jeep, and since you recite all the rules of the road as I drive, I'm thinking you got this.”

Din smiled his dimple showing and jogged around the car to the driver's side.

“Just stay under the speed limit, Din, we can not get pulled over.”

“Got it.”

Din adjusted the mirrors and smiled at you again. You leaned over and gave him a peck on the little bare spot in his scruff. Din looked at you shyly, his smile turning lopsided. He was still adjusting to life without his helmet, still getting used to this kind of casual affection. You gave it so easily, and he wanted to learn it from you. The ways you made him feel... if he could make you feel half as appreciated, as cherished as you made him feel... You looked at him as though he was responsible for the waxing and waning of the moon, but Din was sure it was you. Your love and care for Grogu, like he was your own, tugged at his heart.

Many nights now, you share a bed, but so far only to sleep. He wanted more, he was sure he could feel you did too. He wasn’t sure what was holding either of you up.

“Ready?”

Din was brought back to the task at hand, but before he put the car in reverse he took your hand and squeezed it.

“Yeah.”

It really could not have been a better afternoon, it was cold but not biting, there was snow, but none on the roads. Din parked, shut off the engine, and looked over at Grogu who clapped and babbled happily to Seamus, very proud of his dad’s driving. Din handed you the keys and you pushed them back with a small smile.

Everyone clambered out of the car, you got Seamus on leash, while Din placed Grogu in a front carrier on his chest. Din arranged his coat so it didn’t completely cover Grogu. He wore the wool hat you had knitted with ears with the hope people would just think it was a cute novelty hat, that way Grogu could be out in the open to a degree. Din would have preferred his little one to be facing out so he can see everything with ease, but this was safest. So Din murmured to Grogu and encouraged him to peek over his shoulder or beside them, he’d turn sideways to help Grogu see. Whether the strings of lights, the decorations on a snowy tree, or the jolly man in red with a large white beard, ho-ho-hoing and taking pictures with the other children. (You had read Grogu a poem about the gift-giving old man at bedtime just the other night.) All of it made Grogu's eyes widen in wonder.

Just like the day at the pumpkin field, it was bustling with folks from town. This time around they were familiar to Din too, though now they could see his face as well. He occasionally took a breath and reminded himself to relax his shoulders. He was getting used to being without his helmet, but he had yet to be in large groups. He had been with the Dades or some other neighbors he worked for, even at the grocery you tended to pick off hours so it was quiet. You assured him it was as much for you as it was for him. Saying you hated going when it was busy. He appreciated it nonetheless. He knew he would never be like the unreadable black t visor, but he has discovered he doesn't have what you call much of a poker face at all, only now learning to marshall his expressions.

People were waving at one another happily, just as before, enjoying the company and festive atmosphere.

“You alright?” you asked hooking your arm in his. Din held on, squeezing your hand.

“Yeah, just practicing my um poker face.”

You laughed, and he smiled down at you. He will always love hearing you laugh and it made him swell when he is the one to make you do so.

You pulled him down a path between the fir trees, and when you were out of the hustle-bustle you pulled Din to you and kissed him. When Grogu squawked, you laughed again and kissed his head.

“Sorry, Jellybean.” You began unclipping the carrier so Grogu could walk around and see the trees.

“So what do we do?” Dins asked looking around.

“We pick a tree, cut it down bring it to the guy and pay for it. Easy Peasy”

“Easy peasy,” Din repeated looking around. “Well, there are so many, how do you pick”

“Well, there are different types, Fraser, Douglas, Spruce, Balsam, White Pine…and heights… and then there is the magic factor. You just know its right”

The snow crunched under your boots as you walked down the row, you told him you usually got a pretty tall tree, the ceilings were high at the cottage, and you liked to cut the extra lower branches for decorating the mantel and other things. You explained you weren’t a spruce girl, you preferred Fraser Fir and Balsams. Balsam smelled the best, but their needles fell fast. As you explained this you touched the trees as you passed them, just your hand out brushing them, sometimes giving the tip of the branch a squeeze as though you were closing it around an outstretched hand.

“So, how do you decide?”

“The Balsam/Fraser conundrum? Generally, I hem and haw about it, pick a different one each year, love it but wonder if I should have gotten the other, just a little. Then feel a little guilty. It’s not a perfect system. Since we have a little one, maybe we don’t want to have to sweep up needles constantly… so we’ll go with a Fraser this year.”

Din smiled and shook his head a little. You have really gotten inside, and there was nothing he could do about it. And truth be told, he didn’t want to do a single thing about it. You were adorable, and he knew it. He adored you.

You said, we have a little one.

You hoped all this wasn't too overwhelming for Din, all the people, your meandering way about, well, almost everything. You worked to not chase every rabbit down its hole. You knew he didn’t mind, but he was so… economical in his communication, that you felt flightier than ever sometimes. Of course, these days whenever you apologized he kiss your nose and told you it was fine.

Grogu made little tracks in the snow leading the way, Seamus dutifully by his side, to a tall Fraser, it was quite straight and full. He ducked under it, and Seamus sat looking at you. You could hear the little one babbling, little happy patos, and mrapps. You smiled.

“It’s perfect, Grogu.” you exclaimed walking around it, then added in mock suspicion, “have you done this before?”

You ducked your head under to look at him solemnly, “would you ask the tree if it is okay for us to bring it home? It’s alright if we have to continue looking”

Grogu smiled and looked seriously at the tree, placing his small hands on the trunk, he closed his eyes, and his ears lowered in concentration. Then his ears popped to attention and he nodded and cooed in the affirmative. You smiled back.

“Excellent! Please tell the tree to send its spirit down into the earth so we may cut it.” You then took one of the branches in your hand like before, “Thank you for becoming part of our midwinter celebrations.” You pulled some fertilizer sticks from your coat pocket and handed one to Din and one to Grogu and showed them how you tucked into the cold ground the best you could. Your boys followed suit. With that, you held up the bowsaw to Din, “Would you like the honors?”

Din knelt, scooped Grogu who had started climbing the lower branches, handed him to you, then started to draw the saw back and forth.

“Well, we’ll have to watch out for that!” You laughed.

You and Din dragged the tree to the farmer's son, he took your money and pocketed it, and offered to take it to the car so you may enjoy some cocoa in the warming house. You told him which car was yours and he started the short trek to the parking lot, while you, Din, Grogu, who was back in his carrier, and Seamus went to the warming house, it smelled of cookies and cocoa and evergreen. String lights hung from the rough-hewn beams over your head. Just as you made your way to the woodstove someone called your name cheerily-

“You’re under the mistletoe!”

You looked up and yes, you indeed were under a large lovely sprig. Din looked up nonplussed.

“Kiss her!” said the same someone, who turned out to be Jakob, Pansy’s husband. Din looked at you with a small smile. You smiled back, murmuring a short explanation of the tradition, and then gave yourself an internal pat on the back for its brevity- which had become a little tradition of your own.

“Well, if I must,” Din winked and mindful of Grogu joined you under the mistletoe, holding you close. He tipped your chin gently up and brought his pillowed lips to yours. It was warm and wanting but chaste in front of an audience, and when the cheers filled the space you both smiled mid-kiss.

Both your faces warmed at the reception, Din’s ears reddening with a dusting of color in his cheeks that had nothing to do with the cold. He looked down into your eyes, which he noted were twinkling.

After hot chocolate, a spice cookie (two for Grogu, for he had levitated one while no one was looking), a biscuit for Seamus, and some cheerful conversation, you bid farewell to everyone and made your way back to the car. It had started to snow gently as you piled into the car.

You listened to carols and holiday music in the car and before you knew it you were untying the tree and bringing it into the house.

After the lights and decorating the tree, you sat, the lot of you, Seamus leaning on Din, Grogu leaning on Tabitha, and Willow in your lap. All on the floor, just looking at the tree. With the living room lights off, the space illuminated only by the twinkling lights on the tree and the flickering glow from the fireplace. The only sound was the crackling fire and the cats purring. Your heart swelled at the thoughts of Grogu’s awe at the shiny balls. His big eyes turned to saucers. (Din made some very clear rules about the glass baubles)

The moment was broken when Grogu suddenly decided it was time to climb the tree again. You and Din exchanged lighthearted grimaces at his speed.

“Oh boy,” you said as you scooped him in your arms. “Okay, bub, another rule about the tree, no climbing.” You turned to the cats, “I am talking to you two too.” You pointed at them sternly, Willow just yawned and Tabitha blinked at you then walked away. Grogu laughed and held onto your shirt, he appreciated the rule including all parties.

“Here let me show you something. Din, you too.” you sat with your back to the tree, and Din raised an eyebrow. You laid back on the wood floor and pushed yourself with your feet like a mechanic going under a car, so your head is under the tree. Taking Grogu off your chest you placed him down on his back next to you. Again his eyes grew and he cooed in awe.

Din smiled and ducked under to lay beside you, as he looked up into the tree at this new angle, you wordlessly took his hand as you looked up at the faerie lights, the tiny animals of wood and felt, the shiny baubles and feathery limbs hanging above.

Quietly you began to hum, murmuring the words to O Tannenbaum.

Grogu was asleep before the last stanza. Din gave your hand loving squeeze and picked up his snoozing son to bring him to his room. You were still under the tree when he returned. He took a moment to just look at you before he clambered back under it.

Din was very aware of his immediate attraction to you, found himself very quickly wanting to protect you. You were so bright, beautiful, caring, selfless, and stronger than you knew. The times he got to hold you, he never wanted to let go. They say revelation is not a burning bush, big and flashy. But comes to you in a chink of sunlight, seen from the corner of your eye or within the space between heartbeats.

It happened that moment in bed, Din holding you while you held Grogu. He even had admitted it to Dave. And again, here with you on the floor, looking up into the tree.

The revelation… became words, between heartbeats, I love you. Beat. I love you. Beat. I love you.

“Hi.”

“Hey there, it’s been a long day. You’re not ready to turn in?”

Din brought his arm under your head, you rested it there a moment. The two of you just looked at each other in the warm glow, shadows of branches crisscrossing your faces.

“Nope.” He tightened his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close. His mouth found yours. It began as sort of giggly kisses, just playing a little. You rolled onto your side and raked your fingers in Din's curls, they were getting long, having not cut his hair since Navarro. Then you closed your fingers in them giving a little pull, lighting him up like the tree above your heads, he gave something between a hum and growl and nixed any and all plans to cut his hair anytime soon.

Suddenly Din pulled you out from under the tree and took the upper hand. You cried out laughing as he caged you under him. He looked at you for a moment, the tiny lights still reflected in your eyes.

Din's head came down again and captured your lips in a deeper kiss. His leg across yours. The warmth rolling through your pelvis made you wanted to open them, invite him to slot himself between them… as if he could read your mind, his foot nudged them, separating your calves. The muscles in your legs twitched as pleasure centers lit up. You opened for him and Din wasted no time positioning himself fully over you, nestled between your thighs his hands on either side of your head. He gently turned your face and brought his lips to the place he knew pulled the sweetest little sounds from you, below your ear. He decided to give an experimental suckle and was rewarded with a little gasp, your hips gave an involuntary buck. When you opened your eyes again, his brown eyes were on you soft, his brows perched with a question. A hand came up and traced your jawline. You put your hand gently over his and pressed your cheek into his hand.

“What is it, Din?”

“I- well, I hoped- I wondered if I might join you in your room. If you want-”

“Din," you smiled. "I most definitely want.”

“You do?”

“I do, I have wanted-”

“Me too.”

“Tell me,” you whispered.

“I want,” Din’s voice dropped lower.

You shivered at the words, at his voice. Din stood, pulling you with him.

Then without warning Din picked you up, arm under your knees.

You gave the smallest of yips in surprise, and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Din, you- I- please don't hurt yourself!”

“I've lifted klatooinians, I can most certainly carry my cyar’ika.”

In a voice meant only for responding to the most romantic of statements, "I don't know what a 'klatoonin' is, but um thank you for not calling me Junebug just now.”

Din laughed and came in for a kiss, as he carried you down the hall to your room.

You knelt on the bed in front of him, the height of it gives you a few more inches, you looked at Din from this new vantage point. His patchy scruff, the dimple that was teasing, his curling hair. Putting your hands under the hem of his oatmeal Henley, you ran your palms up his body bringing the shirt up with them. When it came over his head it mussed that rich brown hair. You smiled. You looked at his shoulders and chest in the low light, while the beskar had protected him well, you could see many scars, perhaps from places it doesn't cover, where he only had the heavyweight canvas flight suit for protection. You leaned in and gently kissed one that sat outside what would be the safety of his pauldron, and then another, you lips meeting his warming body, you looked up at him, Din hooded eyes shined a little as he looked down at you his Adam's apple bobbed with a swallow.

“Is this okay,” you asked.

He nodded

You mapped his wounds, stopping at each to give it singular attention. When you got to his hip bone he gave a small strangled moan and pulled you up to him.

"I'm going to kiss them all,” you told him, cupping his cheek.

“I know you will.”

He looked into your eyes then down at the flannel pajama shirt you were wearing, unicorns with winter scarves and hats this time, and his hands came up to the first button, sliding it back through the hole and down to the next, and the next, this was when he stopped and looked into your face searching for silent permission. You smiled again, a silent yes. And he opened your top like he is carefully opening a gift from under the tree, that he knew was fragile. You shivered, and unbuttoned the last two buttons as he looked at your bare shoulders and chest. He pressed his plush lips into the juncture of your shoulder and neck, then trailed downward, you arch into his kisses. It's been so long, his lips leave tingling heat wherever they touched. Your pajama bottoms were slung low, showing your belly, long silver lines stretching over it left over from carrying Fiona. As he got closer you were momentarily self conscious, Din looked at them reverently tracing them gently and laid you back on the pillows so he may have access. His kisses, feather light on them. When he’d kissed each one his mouth traveled back up your torso, to the valley between your breasts. Your breath continued to quicken. When he took one into his warm mouth, your breath caught.

“Is this alright?” Din checked in as his heart hammered.

Din's experience has generally been focused on the endgame of release, there was little intimacy, and kissing was still brand new territory. When he had told you this, you laughed lovingly, telling him he was a quick study.

“Yes, it’s more than alright.”

It was still dark, feet tangled together, this time in rag wool socks. Sexy or no, it was winter in the foothills of a small northern town. The dim clock read 3 a.m.

“Are you awake?”

“Yeah.”

“That was-”

“Yeah.”

“Din?”

“Yeah.”

“I am really glad we are anatomically compatible.”

You thought for a moment you stepped into too weird an area because Din was silent, then the bed started to shake from his silent laughter, and it didn't subside before-

“Me too, Mesh'la,” he sighed. “Me too.”

“I'm sure we would have made it work, but, this was…” you turned and as there is no moon out you couldn't see, so your kiss lands on the corner of his mouth.

“How do you say I love you in mando'a?” You stilled, shocked at your own boldness.

But the tightening of Din's arms told you you're fine, more than fine. You felt his smile on your cheek.

"Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, it translates to 'I will know you forever'."

"nee kar-" you test it on your tongue, "tile garh- "

"-darasuum." Din said again.

"dahrah-soom?"

"Dah RAH soom."

"nee kar-TILE garh dah-RAH-soom," you said

"Yes. Yes, cyar." Din kissed your forehead, then placed his forehead there.

“I will know you forever. I love you.” After a beat, “Junebug.”

You could feel him smirk. And you laughed against your will.

“Do you really not like Junebug?”

“No, I do… I've just always associate it with being little I guess…” grown-ups only ever called me that. Bev and Dave still do, they are allowed.

Din chuckled, “so am I allowed? Sometimes?”

“Yyyyeah.” You said in mock annoyance.

"What is a Junebug anyway?"

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