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rafe cameron ff ⎥secret bunny

part 2 ⎥bunny 🐰

summary: 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞.

JJ‘s cousin, also sarah‘s best friend is coming back to obx for the summer break after 4 years. Oh and how Rafe remembers her

word count : 3k

warning: sexual tension, language, ghostface!rafe, alcohol, best friends brother, English is not my first language

pt. 2:

Full of anticipation, I walked through the city in hope of finding a good costume. After I woke up, Sarah called me and apologized for Topper's behavior where I told her that I was also a little bit ashamed of JJ's actions.

She asked me if I would like to come earlier and get ready together. Of course I agreed. She recommended a store in town where they sell costumes, which I was now standing in front of.

I went in and had a look around. I didn't want anything too flashy but still something that would be recognizable. I found myself standing in front of a bunny costume. It consisted of a headband with big fluffy ears, a furry nose and a flower for the bottom.

I paid for it and left the store. I quickly called a cab to take me to Sarah's.

When I arrived, I looked at the Cameron's estate. Now that I was older, I realized for the first time how huge Tanny Hill actually was. I walked slowly through the front garden, which was bigger than John B's entire home. Sometimes I wondered how fair this world really was. Why can Sarah and I live in big houses and John B and JJ live in small huts and have to fend for themselves?

I rang the doorbell and waited a moment before it opened and two arms wrapped around my waist. "Wheezie! How big you've gotten!" I looked down in amazement and looked at Sarah's little sister. "Sarah is upstairs in her room waiting for you. I'll be in the kitchen if you need me." "Thank you." I smiled at her before going upstairs to Sarah's room. Everything felt so familiar but so strange at the same time. As a child, I had never thought about what happens when I wasn't in outer banks.

But now, especially after last night, I wondered more and more what I had missed.

I opened the first door in the hallway. " Hey Sarah." I smiled at her as she came towards me. " Hey." She hugged me tightly and exhaled deeply. " Sorry again for the mess yesterday. This is not how I had imagined our reunion." " It's all right. As I said, JJ wasn't entirely innocent either." " How is John B? Is everything all right with him?" " Yes, a black eye and a few bruises. Nothing he can't get over." " Good good." She nodded. " So? Did you find a costume?"

I unpacked my things, including my costume, and showed her my options. " Hmm.. the pink satin dress would look super cute together with the bunny ears. "

"Yes, that was my favorite too. I think I'll leave out the nose though." We laughed and held them in front of each other's faces.

" Who is actually coming to the party?" " Pretty much everyone. I just hope everything stays a bit more peaceful today than yesterday. " She sighed and put on her costume. She had a headband with a halo on it and big white angel wings that she put on over a short white dress. We got ready for the party together, put on our make-up and styled our hair. I left mine down with my natural waves.

I was putting on my lipstick when Sarah came into the room and spun around. "And? How do I look?" She looked really great. Almost like an real angel.

" Fantastic. If you weren't with Topper, I'd almost say you were taking someone home with you tonight. " Her cheeks flushed and she looked into the mirror. "You know that feeling when something just doesn't feel right? Like it shouldn't be."

I stood up slowly and stepped behind her. " Are you thinking about Topper?" I asked cautiously. " She shrugged her shoulders. " You know, I've only been in one relationship so far, but what I do know is that the right one never makes you doubt whether he's the right one or not.", I told her.

"He tries so hard, but I always have the feeling that it's more about appearances. The most important thing is that we look good together and show up everywhere together. I don't know if that's what love is supposed to feel like." Without wanting to tell her anything wrong, I hugged her from behind and rested my head on her shoulder. "I have a feeling you already know the answer to that."

2 hours later

The first guests arrived an hour ago and the house was getting fuller by the minute. After we'd finished, Sarah and I decorated the house and got everything ready. She took care of the snacks and I took care of the drinks. Sarah took Wheezie to a friend of her's.

Like us, most of the guests had masks on or were wearing light make-up.

The party went great. Sarah introduced me to a few of her friends and I caught up with some old faces. " Hey Scar I know you probably don't like Topper very much now, but he's just coming through the door." she whispered to me before he stood next to us with Kelce. He kissed her and pulled her close to him. He was wearing a black costume with some blood and 2 small horns on his head. Kelce next to him was dressed as a vampire. "Ah, good and evil I presume?" I pointed between Topper and Sarah, whereupon Sarah looked sheepishly at Topper. "Yes, we wanted to be recognizable as a couple," Topper said, hugging Sarah from the side.

"The most important thing is that we look good together and show up everywhere together. I don't know if this is what love is supposed to feel like." Sarah's words replayed in my head.

"So, did you bring any of your friends with you?" Topper asked me, looking down at me cocky. " Why? Do you want to die again?" I knew I was going a bit too far, but if there was one thing I didn't like, it was arrogance. Whether it was wrong or right of JJ to hold a gun to Topper's head was one thing. But running your mouth the next day after almost wetting your pants is beyond crazy to me.

" Excuse me?!" He was visibly angry and took a step towards me, letting go of Sarah. " Topper..." Sarah intervened but I also took a step towards him. "No, that's okay Sarah. He's welcome to learn that even a girl can beat his ass up." I could see the red color rising in his face. " Oh yeah? How about we- " before he could continue, he was interrupted by a male voice.

" Hey hey hey, why don't we all calm down first?" Someone said with a foreign voice, dressed as ghostface. He was wearing black jeans, a black shirt and the mask. He put his hand on Topper's shoulder, where I immediately noticed the golden rings on his fingers. They looked familiar but I just couldn't think of who they belonged to.

"How about you two lovebirds and Kelce get out of here and I'll take care of our little bunny?" He let go of Topper and put an arm around my shoulders. " Ra-" " Like I said, I'll take care of it," he emphasized again.

They just nodded and disappeared. Sarah turned around and whispered "I'm sorry" to me. "So that's how you greet old friends in the Outer Banks, huh?" I turned my attention to Ghostface next to me. " Old friends? I don't know when I've ever been friends with Topper," I said, walking along with him. He walked me out of the house, into the garden, where only a few people were standing to smoke or talk.

We sat down on a bench with a table in front of it and a tarp over it. His arm was still around my shoulders, so he pulled me closer and whispered in my ear, "Maybe not with Topper, but I would have thought my greeting would be a little sweeter." His voice was deep and somewhat muffled by the mask. Nevertheless, goose bumps formed all over my body. "Why should I greet a stranger?" "Am I? Am I a stranger?" He confused me more and more. "Who the hell are you?" " Oh bunny, I didn't think you would forget your first kiss so quickly."

My first ki- "Rafe?!" I looked at him, startled, and pulled the mask off his face. " Did you miss me?" There was a big grin on his lips as he scanned my shoked face. "I almost didn't recognize you when you were standing next to my sister last night. " " You were there last night too?" " Yes, but not long enough to see the fight. "

I didn't know what to say. He was the first person in a long time to leave me speechless. I also had no idea what he wanted from me. " What do you want from me?" I asked straight out.

He pulled me closer again and looked down at me. His eyes were always to fall in love with. Wait. Pull yourself together Scar. It's still Rafe. I took a closer look at his face and quickly realized how grown up he had become. He was incredibly handsome and only now did I realize how good he smelled. I looked into my cup and thought about how much I had to drink.

"Why do I have to want something? Isn't it possible that I just want to chat with you and find out how you are?" I've always been good at reading people and I knew straight away that he was lying and wanted something. "I'm fine Rafey, how are you?" I started to grin because I knew how much he hated it when I used to call him like that. He rolled his eyes and straightened up a little. "Now that you're here, I couldn't be feeling better, bunny. And I see you're just as cheeky as you've been for the last few years."

"Hmm, I'm beginning to think you've missed me," I replied. He softly put his hand on my knee, brushed his fingers over my skin and looked me in the eyes. Why couldn't I move? Why did his gaze captivate me so much? He lowered his head to the level of mine until his lips were right next to my ear again. " Would that be so bad? The last time I saw you, you were 14 and you just got your first kiss from me. " I tried to look away as my cheeks got hot but he took my chin between his fingers and turned my head around. " How 'bout trying again? You can't imagine how much better I am now."

His hot breath bounced against my skin. I bit my lower lip and tried to breathe normal. "Why so shy now hm?" he whispered. "Or didn't you like our first kiss as much as I did?"

We all sat in a big circle and waited excited until Chalsey had finished with the notes. After what felt like an eternity, she came into the room and placed an empty bottle in the middle of our round. "The rules are simple. Everyone takes a piece of paper from the bowl and reads out loud what it says, then spins the bottle and has to do what it says with the person the bottle is pointing at."

I was 14 at the time, as were most of the others in the room. The oldest were 16.

Linda next to me pulled a piece of paper out of the bowl first. She unfolded it and read out loud "kiss". A chorus went around the room as everyone waited to see who the bottle would land on. She crumpled up the scrap of paper again and put it back before taking the bottle in her hand, spinning it vigorously and waiting tensely. The bottle slowed down and stopped at... Kelce. Everyone looked up at the two of them and cheered.

Linda stood up shy and walked over to Kelce, who was sitting nervous in an armchair. His boys pushed him towards Linda. He stood up and slowly approached her face. When their lips touched, everyone started cheering and whistling again. They both sat back in their seats and looked sheepishly at each other.

"Scar, it's your turn." Chalsey said, holding out the bowl of notes to me. Excitedly, I took one out and opened it carefully. There it was and I couldn't believe my eyes. "Tell us, what did you get?" Sarah, who was sitting opposite me, asked me excited. "7 minutes in heaven."

My heart was beating incredibly fast as I took the bottle and spun it. I hoped it wouldn't be someone I didn't like. The bottle slowed down and my heart beat faster by the second. It stopped and my gaze followed the direction it was pointing at. Now my heart dropped in my pants. "Uuuhhh" everyone started giggling and whispering. Rafe. The bottle stopped at Rafe.

"My brother? Ew!" Sarah looked at her brother in disgust and shook her head. " You can use the wardrobe at the end of the hall. There are usually only umbrellas in there. We both stood up and walked towards each other. Rafe took my hand and pulled me behind him to the closet. He opened the door and let me in first. It wasn't really big, so I was slightly pressed against Rafe's torso as he got into the closet and closed the door.

Some light fell in through the crack in the closet and I could see Rafe's face. "Hi." I said shy. "Hey." He smiled a little and carefully put both hands on my hips. " We don't have to do this if you-" " No no no- I mean- it's okay Rafe. I'm not a kid anymore." The truth was, I'd always had a little crush on Rafe. I knew he was Sarah's brother, but I couldn't help it. Besides, I was sure he saw me as nothing more than his little sister's girlfriend. And I was only a year younger than Rafe.

I didn't want him to think I was a little girl who was scared, so I placed my hands on his chest. I could feel his heart beating fast under my palms. Was he nervous? His face moved closer to mine until I could feel his breath against my lips. " Have you ever kissed anyone?" I shook my head. " No." A smile formed on his lips before he brushed them against mine.

My heart felt like I was about to have a heart attack. "You smell good." Rafe whispered and looked me straight in the eyes. I got goosebumps as his grip on my hips tightened. "You too."

His lips finally touched mine and he closed the distance between us. He placed a hand on my cheek and stroked it with his thumb. His lips were soft and he tasted of the popcorn we all ate earlier. His second hand slowly stroked my stomach, which was exposed by my crop top. It startled me briefly, causing my mouth to open slightly. Rafe took his chance and ran the tip of his tongue over my bottomlip and then into my mouth.

I didn't know what to do so I did the same as he did, whereupon his grip on my cheek tightened a little and he pressed his body against mine. He let go of my lips and breathed just as quickly as I did. "You're a really good kisser," he moaned.

Out of breath, I could hardly answer and just nodded shyly. "Hey! Seven minutes are up!" Chalsey's voice rang out from behind the wardrope. "Too bad you're going home tomorrow," Rafe whispered in my ear and kissed my cheek.

I snapped out of my thoughts when Rafe stroke my cheek. " I think you did." he smiled and looked at me. "My question is still open though, what do you really want from me?" His eyebrows furrowed and his expression became a little more irritated. "Bunny, I told you I don't want to -" "Hey! Get your slimy hands off her!" I jerked my head to the side. " JJ?" Now I was the one who was irritated. "What are you doing here?" " I wanted to talk to you, to find out how you're doing. We haven't spoken all day." Rafe stood up next to me and looked at JJ. "Are you surprised she doesn't want to talk to you after you put a gun to Topper's head yesterday?" "You stay out of this Rafe!"

I stood up and put a hand on Rafe's chest to hold him back. "Rafe, please go inside. I'll sort it out." " Are you sure?" I nodded and smiled at him briefly. " Okay, I'll be inside if you need me." " Thanks, Rafe." He went inside and left me and JJ alone.

"JJ...what were you thinking?" I sat back down on the bench. "I don't know. I just saw him almost drown John B and then, well... that was the first thing that came to my mind." "Why did you even have a fucking gun on you?" " It's a long story but John B and I found it a a few weeks ago." I shook my head and eyed him. I could tell he was really sorry, but that didn't really change anything for now.

" JJ, I'll be home tomorrow or tonight. I'll write to let you know. But please go now." He sighed but listened to me." Love you, Scar. See you later." "Love you too, JJ." I watched him leave the property and then went back inside myself.

" Scar! Is everything all right? I'm so sorry I left you alone with Rafe, it was so stupid of me." I smiled and looked at my hands. " It's all right. He wasn't that bad to be honest." " Wow. Are you sure we're talking about the same person?" " Uhm, Sarah.. can I sleep here tonight?" " Yes, of course. When the party's over, we'll make ourselves comfortable and it'll be just like old times." I could tell she was happy and I hoped she was right.

At least one thing was going to be like it used to be. • thank you so much for reading, let me know If you want part 3 xoxo Sarah

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silenzahra · 4 days

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Luigi the Bookworm 📚✨

Today, April 23rd, we celebrate Book Day in Spain with a beautiful tradition: gifting books and roses. In the past few months, I've started to see Luigi, my favorite Mario character, as a bookworm, thanks to some art pieces like this one, by Mikis_art94 on Instagram, and this one, a short comic by Sarahsketckesluigi, also on Instagram.

And, since I'm also a bookworm myself, I thought of celebrating this day by sharing with you my own take on Luigi's bookish side 🤭 Warning: this is gonna be LONG, so make sure to grab some drinks and snacks and make yourselves comfortable! 💖

(Also, I may go and turn some of these into actual fanfics at some point because, well... I got myself inspired 👀🤭✨)

Please go and check this amazing post by @itsavee4117! It's a companion to this one and you can see many of my headcanons illustrated in his lovely art style!!! 📚💖

@bberetd @vulpixfairy1985 @peaches2217 @nuctoria @keakruiser

@pepperycar @kelbreyworshipper @roscolate and anyone else who might be interested: I hope you enjoy! Happy Book Day! 📚🥀✨

Part 1: Luigi's Bookish Side

Luigi is a person who tends to get excited easily, and when he does, he experiences those feelings with great intensity. This applies to all aspects of his life, and reading, one of his greatest passions, is no exception.

In terms of genres, Luigi is generally open to read anything. He enjoys realistic novels, historical novels, classic novels, mystery novels, sci-fi novels... And he also reads books about gardening, cooking, baking and mechanics from time to time. The only things he’s unable to consume are thrillers and horror. He's tried, but, with all the times he's had to face King Boo, he's had more than enough terror and frights to last him a lifetime, thank you very much.

His favorite genres are fantasy and romance. The former, because traveling to made-up worlds allows him to forget about his real-life problems and offers him an escape from his daily life, which can often be exhausting. The second, because he’s a complete romantic who loves to see people loving each other and living happily ever after. And also... because of something that has to do with Daisy.

Luigi lives every book he reads with the same intensity. For him, it's as if the characters really existed, as if they were his friends, people he can talk to, share common interests with, and also help to achieve their purposes in life (i.e. in the books they’re from).

And maybe... just maybe... he's fallen in love more than once while reading and now he has a loooong list of literary crushes thet only keeps growing.

So, when he’s reading, Luigi laughs with the characters, cries when one of them suffers or dies, his heart tearing in his chest, and is deeply moved every time a tender moment occurs, such as a kiss, a hug or a cute scene involving, for example, a baby or an animal.

His favorite stories are those about siblings. Not only because he enjoys reading family stories, but also because, without even thinking about it, he often finds it easy to put himself in the place of the younger sibling. For him, therefore, it’s as if he were reading a story starring himself and his beloved brother Mario, and he loves to imagine that they’re going on adventures together in an unknown world. Almost like when they first arrived in the Mushroom Kingdom.

Over the years, Luigi has gathered quite a collection of books, so Mario, the moment they move into the little house in the Mushroom Kingdom that Peach offered them, doesn't hesitate to suggest to his brother that he use the extra room to build himself a small library. Luigi is not too sure at first, thinking that maybe his brother would like to have an office, but Mario insists.

So Luigi has a small library in his new home, which he soon fills to the top with books, and it’s his pride and joy. He and Mario assembled the bookshelves together, which they brought all the way from Brooklyn, and now Luigi has a wonderful reading nook where he can isolate himself to let his imagination run wild for hours. It is, along with the bedroom he shares with Mario, his favorite room in the whole house.

For Luigi, reading is something so important, meaningful and almost sacred in his life, that he has a whole ritual that he performs every time he sits down to read. He has a rocking chair in his small library, a present from his brother when they moved to live in the Mushroom Kingdom, and he has it placed right next to the window and in front of the fireplace. He likes to be able to see the sky when he looks up from his reading, and he usually stares at the clouds or the stars while he daydreams about or reflects on what he has just read. During the summer, he usually keeps it open, as he loves to read in natural light while the gentle breeze from Peach's land cools him, and in winter he keeps it firmly closed while the fireplace warms him.

Luigi loves to light a scented candle to help him get in the perfect mood for reading. His favorite scent is vanilla, as it reminds him of his favorite princess, but he also loves lavender and cinnamon. He usually makes himself a hot drink, sometimes tea, sometimes chocolate, and brings a nice blanket to warm up, which is why his favorite time to read is the coldest time of the year, especially autumn. He also prepares his set of post-its to mark his favorite sentences and parts of the book, and he has a ritual for colors too: yellow for funny moments, blue for sentences that make him reflect on them, red or pink for romantic scenes…

Luigi knows that there are many people who write directly in their books, but, for him, that is unthinkable. He sees books as a valuable and precious object, a repository of stories that helps him disconnect from reality and let his imagination run wild. He respects what everyone does with their books, but he’s simply incapable. Especially if it’s a book he has been given as a gift.

His favorite copies are hardcover, even more so if they include a dust jacket. He treasures all his books with the same affection, but those are undoubtedly his weak point. The most precious of all is a hardcover, dust-jacketed edition of his favorite book, which was a present from Mario, and which also has painted edges.

Usually, when it's time to read, Mario is either napping, spending quality time with Peach, or doing something else around the house. Polterpup, on the other hand, takes the opportunity to approach his owner and, if it's summer, lie at his feet while he reads. If it's winter, however, Polterpup will jump into Luigi's lap without his permission and cuddle up and fall asleep immediately, before Luigi even has time to recover from the fright and resume reading. (Check out @pepperycar's funny addition to this!)

Luigi is a speed reader. Usually, when he starts reading, he doesn't intend to go too fast. It's just that, after so many years reading, his eyes have acquired an astonishing speed, and he’s able to retain every word in his head despite going through them very quickly. Also, if a book really hooks him, he’s unable to put it down until he finishes it, which has caused him to stay up late several nights and go to work half asleep the next day, but it's always totally worth it. Because of this ability, he can finish books of about 300-400 pages in just a few hours, and sometimes also 500 if he gets caught up completely.

Luigi LOVES to buy books. His favorite visits are to Sarasaland and the bookstore, and he also does a lot of online shopping to support small publishers. Every time a new book comes home, he gets excited as if it's the first time, and always asks Mario to please record him while he's unboxing it. Mario unhesitatingly stands on the other side of the camera and makes sure that every shot is perfect and that the book looks great, and Luigi, delighted and grateful, always gives him the tightest and most spontaneous hugs every time they finish filming.

And, of course, once he has the book in his hands, Luigi squeals and kicks, excited, as he waves it in the air like maracas before hugging it tightly to his chest. And, when the book is a present from someone dear to him, he acts exactly the same, only he ends up crying and thanking again and again the person who gave it to him while, again, he presses the book against himself as if his life depended on it.

Luigi is VERY much a fan of merchandising. He loves collecting bookmarks, he has such a huge collection that he's had to divide it into several drawers, and every time he’s going to start a new reading, he tends to spend more time deciding which bookmark will be the most suitable than choosing the book itself. He’s also bought a few literary stickers and some printed works of his favorite books, like fanarts of different scenes or characters illustrated by various artists, which he's hung on a corkboard. And, of course, since his books are the most precious thing he has, he’s also bought many literary covers from different small artists' stores, so that he can keep his books well protected when he carries them around.

Luigi is the kind of person who takes a book with him everywhere. A doctor's appointment? Book in backpack in case the wait gets longer. Public transport? He can't think of a better way to spend it than reading. He even takes them with him when he meets up with Mario, Peach and Toad, just in case his brother and the princess get lovey-dovey, and Toad falls asleep. And, if there's one thing Luigi likes better than sleeping in nature, it's reading in nature.

Part 2: The Reader Brother

Luigi has loved reading since he was very young. When he and Mario were babies, their parents used to tell them a bedtime story, sometimes Pio, sometimes Mia, and Luigi always listened very attentively. He would gawk listening to them and loved how they used to put voices and even recreate some scenes to make them laugh.

Mario also listened very interested, but being a more energetic baby, he used to fall asleep about halfway through the story, with his head resting on Luigi's shoulder and his arm firmly around his brother's waist. Their parents would drool, but they had to continue, for Luigi, even if he was struggling to keep his eyes open, wasn’t going to go to sleep without knowing the ending.

Only then, with a satisfied smile, he would hug his brother back, curl up next to him, close his eyes, and put his thumb in his mouth to get ready for sleep. By then, Mario was completely asleep, clinging to Luigi like a koala to a eucalyptus tree, and their parents had to make great efforts not to melt as they tucked them in and kissed them goodnight.

Since then, both brothers have grown up being great lovers of stories, only that, while Luigi loves books, Mario prefers to consume them in movies or video games. Even so, these are all hobbies that the brothers share, as they love to immerse themselves in a good story that helps them escape from reality for a while.

When Luigi gets emotional about a book he’s reading or has just read, Mario immediately comes to his side to hug and comfort him. He knows that, even if it's fiction, his brother has lived through it all in such a way that his feelings, of sadness, joy or emptiness at having finished a great story, are real and intense. And Mario would never judge him for it.

Luigi is deeply grateful not only that his brother comforts him, but that he listens to him talk endlessly about what has just happened in the book he’s reading, and even catches his emotions. Mario may not cry, but he feels his brother's sadness as if it were his own. Fortunately, the same thing happens when Luigi is happy or excited because of a book, and even on the few occasions when Luigi has gotten angry with a character, Mario has giggled under his breath before calming him down, because he finds it extremely tender.

Luigi usually goes to the bookstore at least once a week, and Mario, since they were teenagers, has almost always accompanied him. The only exceptions were when Mario was dating Pauline, and Luigi had no problem paying his weekly visit to the bookstore by himself, but, deep down, he missed Mario.

His brother also loves to accompany him, because, despite not being as much of a reader as Luigi, he enjoys watching him go back and forth from one shelf to another, pointing out the books he’s already read and the ones he wants to read. Also, when he gets the chance to buy a new one, Mario is amused to see Luigi picking up one book after another and trying to load them all and then deciding which one to take home.

Of course, Mario immediately offers to help him carry the books so that Luigi can keep picking up more if he wants to, and Luigi appreciates it from the bottom of his heart. And also that, again, Mario listens to him chatting incessantly about why each book has caught his attention and why he has such a hard time making up his mind.

Mario always tries to guide him in the best possible way: "What do you feel like reading more right now?" "Is it part of a series or is it a standalone?" "Is the sequel already out or would you have to wait?" "Did you like this or that author better?"

And Luigi thanks him deeply for his advice and questions because, that way, he manages to discern which book he really wants to buy that time.

The best way to surprise Luigi, the best birthday and Christmas present, will always be a book. Mario knows this, and that's why he doesn't hesitate to ask his brother to show him his long and endless lists of books he wants to purchase, as well as discreetly taking notes every time he goes to the bookstore with him. Luigi cherishes every book his brother has gifted him like the priceless treasures they are to him.

Sometimes Luigi runs into space problems. Even though his bookshelf is large and spacious, there’s a limit to everything. In those moments when he’s overwhelmed because he doesn't know where to place his new acquisitions, Mario always comes to the rescue: he immediately offers to hang a new shelf on the wall, or to look for another bookshelf to place in some free space in the room, or, directly, he stares at Luigi's shelf with a frown and his hand on his chin for a few moments, before taking the new books from his brother's arms and, displaying his skills playing Tetris, manages to find room to place them.

He loves to do it not only because he enjoys applying in real life what he has learned playing video games, but above all because of the relieved smile that blooms on Luigi's lips when he sees that Mario has found the perfect solution.

Luigi loves going to literary events where he can meet his favorite authors and have his books signed, but he tends to get so nervous that he always gets stuck for words and sweats a lot, which embarrasses him deeply.

The first time, in fact, Luigi was so shocked to have his favorite author in front of him that he fainted. When he woke up in the ambulance, he was so embarrassed that nothing Mario, who, of course, always accompanies him, said succeeded in comforting him.

He only calmed down a bit at home, when, alone with Mario, he began to silently cry without even realizing it, and his brother, not uttering a word, sat down in front of him, worried, and wrapped him gently in his arms. He pressed the back of Luigi's neck softly to make him rest his head on his shoulder and stroked his back gently, his heart aching at each new sob that escaped his brother's throat.

It took him many, many years to convince Luigi to go to an event again, for Luigi feared the same thing would happen to him again. He didn't want to make a fool of himself like that ever again, especially not in front of writers he deeply admires.

So Mario decided that they would practice: he dressed as much as he could like Luigi's favorite author, watched as many videos as he could on the internet to soak up his personality and find out what kind of books they wrote, and pretended to be them again and again, relentlessly, until Luigi, little by little, managed to exchange a few words with him.

It took them many attempts, because, despite knowing it was his brother, Luigi had no trouble getting into the situation due to his overflowing imagination. Mario had to step out of character several times to try to calm him down and help him regulate his breathing.

Luckily, thanks to Mario's efforts, eventually it worked, and Luigi, a few years later, found himself back at an event and able to chat for a few minutes with the writers he read, even though his heart was beating frantically in his chest and excitement was flooding his insides.

He will never be able to thank his brother for his infinite patience, but Mario always plays it down tenderly. He keeps assuring him that it was not patience, but his deep and sincere love for his younger brother and his eagerness to help him fulfill his wishes.

Part 3: Royalty + Luaisy

Ever since the brothers met Princess Peach, she and Luigi have been, little by little, building up a beautiful friendship that grows every day, just like the sweet romantic relationship between her and Mario.

It didn't take long for Peach to discover Luigi's bookish side, and it made her eager and excited, as she has always enjoyed reading and loves to comment on the books she reads in great detail.

So she didn't hesitate to take Luigi to the huge library of her castle, and she smiled, touched, as she saw the amazement with which Luigi observed its towering shelves, turning on himself in the center of the room as he tried to take it all in.

Since then, Peach and Luigi have become reading buddies. The two of them love to immerse themselves in a good story, read together in the castle library while comfortably sipping tea and, of course, comment on what they have just read and exchange views. Luigi even ends up causing Peach to also take a liking to collecting bookmarks and literary merchandising.

They often do joint readings: they discover a book they both feel like reading and set a series of goals to try to read it at the same pace, so they can discuss it as they go along. Sometimes, however, Luigi discovers that Peach hasn't read one of his favorite books, so he doesn't hesitate to read it with her so he can see her reactions, and vice versa. They love to share their anger, their cries and their joys, for it fills their hearts with bliss and emotion that they have someone by their side who understands perfectly well what they’re feeling and why.

They enjoy hearing what this or that scene has made the other feel, or what they think of this or that character, because it helps them to see things from a point of view that, perhaps, they had not considered before. Reading enriches them, but their literary conversations enrich them even more.

And Mario, of course, is delighted that the two most important people in his life have forged such a strong, deep bond and spend so much quality time together, sharing one of their greatest passions. Often, unbeknownst to them, he stands watching them as they read in the library and gets a silly grin on his face when he sees them laughing together after chatting a bit about their readings.

When it comes to Prince Peasley, on the other hand, Luigi is the one who watches him while smiling, mesmerized, as the prince, always so elegant and sophisticated, has an exquisite oratory and knows how to strike the perfect tone every time a character intervenes, and also to confer the right emotion when it comes to the narrator. And Luigi, besides staring at him, enraptured by the fabulousness of his figure, also listens to him spellbound. He would almost say that he enjoys reading more when his beloved prince is the one who narrates, and plays, the stories.

Princess Daisy, due to her energetic nature, is not much prone to reading. She prefers more dynamic activities where she can unleash not only her endless energy, but also her competitive side. Even so, she knows and respects the value of books, having grown up well aware of their importance in safeguarding and protecting the history of her kingdom. (@kelbreyworshipper you may like these ones!)

But when she meets Luigi, she begins to show a slight interest in reading, something that at first was only born so that she could have something to talk to him about. Fortunately, Luigi, despite his initial shyness, doesn't need more than a mention of literature to start talking nonstop about his favorite stories and how much they make him feel. And Daisy, not even realizing it, finds herself listening to him entranced, very attentive to his every word and genuinely understanding why there are people, like Luigi, who find reading so exciting.

Over time, she starts asking him for book recommendations, which he happily obliges, and Daisy discovers that she actually enjoys reading, especially stories with tons of action. Still, what she likes the most about this is Luigi's thrilled and moved expression when he finds out she's actually listened to him, read the book he recommended and, therefore, now they can fangirl together. She falls even harder for him because of the cute little face he makes.

Sensing that her interest in him is growing and that it may be mutual, Daisy decides to invite Luigi to Sarasaland Castle to show him her library. At first she doesn't tell him what she has invited him for, which makes Luigi VERY nervous, as he doesn't know if this is a date or not. She playfully takes him by the hands, leads him to the library doors and asks him to close his eyes. Luigi hesitates a little, unsure, but ends up obeying so as not to disappoint her.

Daisy then opens the library and guides Luigi carefully inside. He almost trips, which makes her laugh, causing him, in turn, to relax a bit. And when she finally tells him to open his eyes, Luigi gasps and his jaw drops, his heart pounding in his chest, not only because that library is even a bit larger than Peach's, but also because, slowly, his mind understands and assimilates that Daisy had prepared this to surprise him.

And even though he’s fascinated by all the books before him, he ends up, without realizing it, looking at Daisy, with a blushing smile on his flushed face and his hands over his heart, while she explains to him that all those volumes belonged to his ancestors and that he has her permission to come whenever he wants to get them. "They're yours!" she says at last, turning to him, and Luigi's heart grows larger at the offer, causing a tear to escape his eyes as the princess, full of tenderness, smiles at him.

Over the next few days, Luigi goes to the library, encouraged by Daisy, who insists again and again that he come to Sarasaland. Her library has a huge ladder to reach the highest shelves, and Daisy uses it without a second thought to glide across the room, to the terrified gaze of Luigi, who dares not even climb the first rung.

As soon as she notices this, Daisy gets down, walks over to Luigi and takes him by the hand to guide him to the ladder. He almost cringes when she places his hand on the wood and freezes when Daisy encourages him to climb up. "It's completely safe!" she assures him. "And, besides, I'll be right here. You can hold my hand as you climb up. I promise I won't slide you down too fast the first time!"

Very slowly and clinging to Daisy's hand, Luigi climbs up the steps. She doesn't let go and keeps repeating phrases to encourage him, which makes Luigi feel almost as safe as when he is with Mario, though in a different way. Once he reaches the top of the first shelf, however, Luigi is unable to climb any higher, so Daisy doesn't pressure him any further. She gently grasps the lower end of the ladder and, after warning him, moves it a little, very slowly as she promised, to make him feel secure.

The next day, however, Daisy goes up right after Luigi and, leaning into the next bookshelf, pushes as hard as she can to propel the ladder to the opposite side at breakneck speed. Her laughter mingles with Luigi’s screams, but however, once they stop, he discovers that, despite his initial panic, he’s had fun with what Daisy has just done.

This then becomes a regular occurrence between them, until it gets to the point where Luigi feels comfortable and confident enough to climb the ladder by himself and propel himself across the library in true “Beauty and the Beast” style.

In the kingdom of Sarasaland there’s a tradition to honor books, as they’re not only a source of entertainment, but also the sacred objects that preserve their history. Daisy has grown up with these values and does not hesitate to tell Luigi about this tradition soon after they start dating.

On Book Day, it is customary for the man to give the woman a rose and the woman to give the man a book. This originated many centuries ago, before everything related to gender and relationships evolved, so nowadays, simply put, the members of a romantic relationship give each other both a book and a rose.

Luigi shows up in Sarasaland on the appointed date very nervously, dressed in a smart green suit, his favorite color, and carrying a wrapped book for Daisy, as well as a purple rose, very rare and hard to come by, which he has grown himself in his garden with Peach's help. Daisy greets him in a lovely purple dress, with a vaporous skirt, matching elbow-length gloves and her delicate shoulders bare. She holds out her gift to him almost before he reaches the castle gates and can recover from the amazement of seeing her so dazzling and beautiful.

He’s delighted when, upon opening it, he discovers that it is one of those special editions he’s been looking for for so long. Only Mario knew he wanted it, so he understands, without needing Daisy to tell him, that his brother has given his girlfriend a hand to surprise him. And that makes his heart fill with love and his eyes with tears, and the book even more precious to him.

Daisy excitedly opens her present and, to Luigi's surprise, squeals when she discovers that he’s gifted her a fantasy adventure novel that caught her eye when he first took her to his favorite Brooklyn bookstore. Daisy drags him into the library, invites him to sit down with some drinks (tea for him, a smoothie for her), and asks him to please start reading.

And so they spend their first Book Day together: settled on Daisy's fluffy library couch, she sat on his lap, the skirt of her purple dress spread over his legs, almost hiding them, and her arms around his neck, depositing light kisses here and there as he struggles to read aloud the book he’s just given her. This was the first time they gave each other a book, but of course it would not be the last, as reading together, visiting the Brooklyn bookstore and Sarasaland and Mushroom Kingdom libraries, and continuing to celebrate Book Day would soon become habit for them.

Daisy often stares at Luigi as he reads, amused by his reactions and the faces he makes, and, when their relationship is more established, she has no qualms about peeping over his shoulder. And Luigi, far from getting angry, what he did the first time and has continued to do ever since is to read aloud, so that she also finds herself immersed in the story without realizing it. (This may sound familiar!)

But what Luigi enjoys the most is that Daisy, whenever the characters in the book share some intimate gesture, instantly replicates it with him. If they hold hands, Daisy immediately reaches for Luigi's hand. If there’s a hug, Daisy wraps her arms around Luigi and holds him tightly, which leaves him breathless, but also makes him laugh and fills his heart with tenderness.

And, of course, if there are kisses, Daisy won't hesitate to start showering Luigi with them. First on his hand, on the tips of his fingers and on his palm. Then on the forehead, with a delicacy that always melts Luigi. His cheeks color every time Daisy places her lips on them, but what drives him absolutely crazy is when she seeks his mouth. It's the only thing that makes him put down the book and postpone reading for another time. (Check out @bberetd's wonderful art for this!)

Often, before they fall asleep, Daisy cuddles up to Luigi in bed, wearing his green shirt, and buries her face in the crook of his neck. Luigi absentmindedly begins to fiddle with her hair, delighted to have her so close, and, with his other hand, reaches for his book to read aloud a few more pages before they fall asleep. It's part of their routine and they both love sharing stories that way.

Part 4: The gang

The visit to the bookstore and libraries has now become a regular occurrence for everyone. As soon as he started talking about books with Peach and she showed him her library, Luigi immediately invited her to come with him and Mario the next time they went to their regular Brooklyn bookstore, and she gladly accepted.

On that first visit by the princess, Peach was as thrilled as Luigi and the two of them went back and forth in the bookstore, she eagerly looking at everything, he endlessly talking about the store and the many books he’s bought there. Soon they found themselves going often to acquire new books, not without first spending a good while in the place accumulating stories in their arms to, again, decide in the end.

Again Luigi was looking for Mario, who, unconsciously, had been staring at them with an amused smile and his eyes full of affection. Blushing, Mario would hurry to come to his side to help him, and Luigi, even though he’d caught him gazing at the princess in rapt attention, wouldn’t comment anything so as not to make him uncomfortable or put any pressure on him.

Many times, however, Peach would intervene and take two of the books Luigi had chosen. That's how she also started giving him books as presents, and Luigi couldn't be more grateful that his beloved friend pampers him that way. Her gesture makes her even more attractive and sweet in the eyes of Mario, who melts at seeing her displaying such adoration towards his beloved little brother.

Daisy, always eager to learn more about the place where her dearest hero in green grew up, also joins in, but, to her surprise, she finds herself next to Mario, fondly watching Peach and Luigi, especially the latter. They, however, are so excited talking about books that they never notice the goofy smiles with which Daisy and Mario look at them, delighted to see their two favorite people indulging in their greatest passion.

Despite this, both Mario and Daisy make sure to pay attention to the books that Luigi and Peach point out with the intention of acquiring them in the future, and then make plans with each other to decide which ones to give them on future birthdays, Christmases and, of course, regular days. Any time is a good time to surprise their favorite people with a new literary gift.

Sometimes, on their dates, Luigi and Daisy also go to the bookstore, and she, as always, listens to him talk very attentively. When it comes to advising him on which book to acquire, however, she’s much more practical: she thinks Luigi should pick the book he wants to read the most… or the one with the most romance in it.

And Luigi blushes violently because he perfectly understands the implications of such a suggestion.

Literary events also end up being a regular thing they all do together. Luigi, thanks to Mario, already manages to control his nerves and chat a bit with the authors when they sign his books. Peach, of course, is all sweetness and always tells them how much their stories have made her feel and dream. Mario just smiles and listens, delighted to be able to accompany them and to see them enjoying themselves so much, right up their alley. He always takes pictures of them with the authors, both together and separately, something he already did when it was just him and Luigi.

Daisy, on the other hand, is so spontaneous and genuine that she doesn't hold back when it comes to treating the writers with too much familiarity, which only embarrasses the others, especially Luigi. If it's the author of a romance book, Daisy doesn't hesitate to cheerfully tell them how much she and her boyfriend enjoyed the sensual and intimate scenes, or that she lost count of how many times she kissed her sweetie during the reading because of the sheer number of times the characters kissed.

In those moments, Luigi can only think of crawling under a rock. He has to resort to all the training with Mario to manage to keep his composure and not faint again or run away to hide so no one sees him turning red as a tomato.

However, then Daisy intertwines her arm with his and kisses him on the cheek, and he feels that his blush, this time, is due to being close to her and to her tokens of affection. After all, Luigi adores everything about his princess, all her sides and her personality, and besides, to other authors, fortunately, Daisy tells them how much fun she and her boyfriend had with their novel, and Luigi can only adore her.

At these events, both Mario and Daisy go out of their way to get lots of bookmarks and merch for Luigi and Peach, as they know they both love to collect stuff related to their favorite books. And also, again, they take mental notes of all the books they can buy as future presents for them.

From time to time, Toad and Peasley also join in on their visits to the bookstore, libraries or events. Toad is a big fan of fantasy and adventure comics, as they nurture his enthusiastic and adventurous spirit, and Peasley loves to talk endlessly with his favorite authors about the various subjects they cover in their books, thus unconsciously displaying, once again, his impeccable eloquence.

I really hope you liked this! I had a blast writing all of this and imagining my favorite characters in the many situations I've experienced myself as a bookworm, as well as adding others I came up with 🥰

Plase feel free to add your comments and feedback, and also headcanons if you have a few of your own! And if by any chance this inspires you to create your own stuff, I'd be more than honored 😭 All I ask is to please give credit! 🙏💖

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notjustjavierpena · 11 months

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Three Times You Didn’t Kiss Joel - And One Time You Did (Part I)

A/N: Enjoy the beginning of a four chapter fic, where a cute summer romance starts! This is the same universe as Hurried Morning but before! Chapter two and three are just waiting to be posted. See my masterpost for all chapters.

Summary: Joel helps you restore your grandparents' house over the summer. He has big strong arms.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader/You (No y/n)

Tags: +18 no smut but mature thoughts (minors DNI), pining, summer romance, DILF Joel, sexual tension, idiots in love

Word count: 2.8k

Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47914783/chapters/120803500

Chapter One: Introductions

The house had been empty for a while when you had moved in. The location was good, somewhat quietly charming as the suburbs were, but the house’s neglect called desperately for a loving hand to bring out that charm again, which had been allowed to fade for too long. It wasn’t that the house had been willfully neglected by you, no you had wanted the house for a long time, but the whole scenario of you ending up here had been long and ridiculous: Your older brother had finally, out of the goodness of his heart, offered it to you, but only after a few years of having been in doubt about whether or not to move into it with his family. He had only gotten first say in the fate of the old place, because he was the oldest of the two of you, a thing that he liked to remind you of.

The house was overly suburban, missing only a wisteria bush and a fresh coat of paint, additionally, perhaps, a good amount of effort put into the garden as well. It was going to be a time-consuming summer project, but one that you were excited about because of its potential end result.

The house was all paid off by your grandparents, but after the passing of your grandfather some years ago, your grandmother had felt like the house was too overwhelming to live in all by herself, so she had found some place smaller and left the fight of inheritance to your mother, who had then passed it onto you and your sibling. The fact that you had now won that fight was ironic; you would end up alone in a house that your grandmother found too overwhelming to be alone in.

You step out of your car after parking it in the driveway, walking around its back to open the trunk and start unloading its contents. It is half your latest salary worth of a Home Depot haul.

You head to the garage door, knowing that your grandfather used to have a workbench inside and you need tools to assemble some of the things you have bought, amongst other a stepladder that you hope to build without too much trouble.

Though the lock at the bottom of the garage door is already doing its job of causing trouble, and you curse quietly as you have to put everything onto the ground at your feet to use both hands on it. The lock struggles for a moment but then clicks, and you finally pull up the garage door until you can duck underneath it with ease.

You get a feeling of someone watching you as you drag two buckets of white paint into the garage, following with a new set of brushes and paint rollers.

The feeling grows stronger as you reemerge from the garage and you start to hear muffled voices nearby too, but you ignore it due to how much you have scheduled for today. Additionally, you would admit in all honesty that you would be staring at the single woman neighbor too, if she was struggling with the garage door and making a fool of herself. You push your curiosity away and reach into the car trunk again.

“Hey,” it’s the voice of a teenage girl. You jump and nearly hit your head against the roof of the vehicle, and she chuckles a little in a way to seem cooler than she is, “Oh, sorry! Didn’t mean to scare you, but you just looked like you needed a little help and I wanted to offer. Well, my dad told me not to.”

“It’s alright, I’m grown. I can handle myself,” you stand up a little straighter to properly look at the teenager, giving her a smile to reassure her that you’re cool too. She’s around fifteen, kindest eyes you’ve ever seen in a girl her age, a mess of curls and her thumbs tucked into the belt loops on her jeans. She looks shy, but something tells you that she isn’t. You realize that you are staring, then hold out a hand and introduce yourself.

“I just moved in, inherited the place from my grandparents,” you add as the teen shakes your hand.

“I’m Sarah, we live just a house away. There,” she points to a nearby home, where a man is standing against one of the posts on the front porch. He has his arms crossed over his chest but you’re too far away to read his expression. Sarah continues, “Oh, right, that’s my dad. Yikes, that stance makes him look like a jerk.”

“Perhaps a little,” you laugh genuinely and Sarah beams at your approval. She raises her arm and waves her father over, who protests against it at first by waving his arms no, but then capitulates and walks over to you.

“Joel Miller,” he states as he approaches, holds out his hand and you repeat your name, trying to grab his hand for a shake, but it ends up the other way around with the size of his palm. Joel’s hands are huge and rough, calloused in a way that makes you guess that he doesn’t sit in an office all day. He has a firm grip, and you catch yourself watching the way that the muscles of his underarm flex when he holds your hand in what feels like an instant.

He doesn’t notice you staring at all, but you wonder if it’s because he is so used to it; Joel Miller is gorgeous, scruffy and sexy in his washed-out jeans and a simple army green t-shirt. You wish that you had worn something other than your dark blue t-shirt with a Batman logo, but a sundress would not have been practical for assembling stepladders and carrying tools.

“We were wonderin’ when we were gonna see someone move in,” he speaks with a Texan accent. It suits him very well, “I’ve wanted to paint the surface several times last summer, would be a shame to have it crack if you had the opportunity to save it.”

“I could use some help, honestly. My grandma moved somewhere smaller because it was too much work to be alone here,” you run a hand over your hair, brushing a strand behind your ear. Sarah looks from you to her father, and then back to you again.

“Maybe that’s our summer vacation!” She exclaims. Joel turns quickly towards her.

“Sarah, honey,” he warns but she just continues without a hint of hesitation, sporting childlike enthusiasm and innocence.

“But you said that we needed something to do together this summer, and we couldn’t afford a trip somewhere,” she reasons excitedly, “This is perfect. Very movie-esque, you know.”

“But it’s not our house,” Joel adds, smiles at you apologetically and makes your pulse spike.

“But she says she needs help,” she doesn’t let it go. It’s sort of sweet, “Come ooon, dad.”

“I do actually need help,” you back her up.

“You don’t have a boyfriend who knows how to swing a paint brush? Or who you’ll hurt by not letting him do the heavy lifting?” Joel asks casually. Sarah scrunches up her nose beside him.

“Nope, no boyfriend with a masculinity complex,” your cheeks blush a little as Joel chuckles, hidden by a smile as you shake your head no. You wish you did have a guy in your life, but right now only so you could see if there’d be any detectable disappointment on Joel’s face when you said yes.

Joel reaches up to scratch his beard. He looks like he is weighing the pros and cons, but a part of him also drags out the anticipation to tease his kid. He smirks, “Fine then, but you better be up early every day for a day’s hard work, Sarah Miller.”

“Oh, he used your whole name. You’re in trouble now,” you point out with a grin. Joel eyes you from beside you.

“Yes! Better than summer camp,” Sarah removes her fingers from the belt loops of her jeans to grab her father’s arm and press her forehead against it, “Thank you.”

“You’ve never been to summer camp,” Joel rolls his eyes but wraps an arm around his daughter.

“I sleep in though, so don’t come knocking at eight in the morning,” you point out.

“Dad sleeps in too, don’t worry,” Sarah keeps going.

“Sarah, what’s wrong with you?” Joel is the one who looks embarrassed now. He pushes her gently away, “Go back home, kid. Let the grown-ups sort out the details. You can call for pizza, yeah?”

“Ugh,” you hear her say to her father but she gives you a sweet smile, “Nice to meet you.”

“You too, Sarah,” you reply but she’s already walking away with her back towards you. Joel, on the other hand, doesn’t move from his spot in front of you, suddenly stuffing his hands in his pockets and almost entirely mirroring Sarah’s stance from moments before.

“Tell me what you need help with?” It’s meant more as a question or a suggestion than a command.

“Right,” you wonder how long you have been staring at his mouth. It’s been a while since you’ve been kissed, so you allow yourself the fantasy of Joel Miller being interested in kissing you. His beard tells you that it’s been a day too many since he would normally trim it, and you can almost imagine the feeling of the hairs tickling your chin and jaw as he kisses your mouth and neck—

Stop.

“Well, I have some work to do on the house facade,” you blurt out after the silence has gone on for too long.

“Clearly,” Joel nods in acknowledgement, crossing his arms over his chest and spreading his legs a little where he is standing. Like this, he looks like he is a good listener, “I should see if I can find some cheap but good wood protection, looks like it’s going to be more expensive in the long run if it doesn’t get some kind of coat.”

“That’s so nice of you,” you give him a soft smile. It is confirmed then; the man is clearly not the office-type with how he talks about restoring the construction of the house to its peak.

He goes on: “Don’t worry about it, yeah? I’m sure you can pay me with hot dinners for Sarah and I or something. I can do this, the work on the house, but I’m terrible at getting her to eat other things than takeout with my normal schedule.”

Suddenly very open. Interesting.

“I wouldn’t mind that, no. It’s going to be a lot of dinners though. I have a whole lot of ideas,” you reply, still trying to not drop your gaze to his mouth again as he talks, “Garden needs to be weeded out, replanted, lawn mowed— oh, you don’t have a lawnmower, do you?”

“Sure do,” he answers, nodding towards his house, “I can get it. You need help with that now?”

You blame the Texan sun for how breathless you feel as you have time to really look at him. He has his hands on the handle of his old lawnmower, gripping firmly to the point of unintentionally showing off his biceps in the form-fitted shirt that he wears as he pushes the lawnmower around the wild grass.

You are sitting on the back porch, legs crossed with a screwdriver in hand and the instructions to the, by now, stupid stepladder. You’re more creative than practical, and it shows in the way that you tighten one screw but the stepladder still wobbles as you test it out.

Frantically, you go through the instruction manual front to back and then back to front until you accidentally rip the thin paper, but you don’t feel any smarter about what you are doing. You throw the screwdriver onto the wooden boards beneath you, fighting the urge to scrape a bad word into the grayish wood.

You lean back on your arms and close your eyes almost all the way, soothing yourself by taking in the sun and letting yourself look at Joel work without him noticing too much. Your eyes travel down his frame, looking at the jeans that have green patches around the base of the legs before going upwards again. You try to convince yourself that looking at his clothes makes up for how you’re ogling him now.

Subconsciously, you stretch out your legs from underneath you, then cross one leg over the other and lean further back on your elbows instead. Joel’s knuckles are slightly white from gripping the lawnmower and his t-shirt has started to form a patch of sweat at the base of his spine, supposedly caused by sweat dripping from the back of his neck because the hair there is damp. You curl your toes a little, press your thighs together. You want to know how strong those hands are, how they work at his daytime job, which you guess by now has to do with construction work. It feels wrong to think these things, but you allow them as long as they don’t leave your head.

You close your eyes fully then, not needing to feel even more warmth prickle at your skin, radiating from your core instead of being caused by the sun. You lay like this until the lawnmower stops.

“Woah, what happened here?” Joel walks over and looks down at you and then to the crime scene you’ve left open on the back porch flooring. You stare at him with a sheepish expression on your face as he shields the sun from you with his body.

“It didn’t want to do it the way that I wanted,” you simply say.

“Remind me not to piss you off,” he jokes and shifts where he stands until the sun hits your eyes again. You grin up at him, holding a hand over your eyes to not be forced to close them and miss how he looks as he smiles back.

“Thanks by the way,” you add a moment later, “I’m honestly happy that I don’t have to do it myself.”

“Yeah, no problem… Look, I’m gonna go back to Sarah, have a shower, then the pizza that’s probably cold by now,” he lingers for a moment before starting to move.

“Sorry about the pizza,” you say and start to get up again, leaving behind the mess of screws, ripped pages and stupid tools.

“All good, I think Sarah will forgive me. She likes you,” he waves back at you as he leaves. You wave after him too, something feeling like it’s about to implode inside of your stomach and you know what it is. It is butterflies. It is the beginning of a crush.

In the morning, you find the stepladder assembled to perfection on your back porch.

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calmcoldevening · 10 months

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Your boys

TW: well, there's no them

Characters: Vincent Sinclair, Thomas Hewitt (polyamory)

Ps: Well, I made that for my ex-girlfriend in the past, but I through it is cute for reading :) I hope you enjoy it ♡

You lived in a small house on the outskirts of the city. It was akin to a warm mansion next to a shallow river, surrounded by dense thickets for miles around. There was a grassy clearing in front of the house, always dotted with large daisies in summer; a paved gray path led to the entrance; the porch was covered with dark ivy. The front of the makeshift garden was filled with many flowering bushes of red geranium and white scabious.

Today was a very busy and tiring day, so you were very tired and irritable. Recently, your damn director has behaved extremely openly and promiscuously towards you, what's more, he hung extra work on you in order to cross paths with you once again. It made me very angry. So the only thing you wanted right now was to come home and go to bed.

You forcefully pulled the door handle, then pulling the keys out of the keyhole. With one awkward jerk, entering the house, you closed the front door and threw your keys and bag on the floor. Also quickly taking off your shoes, you exhaled heavily and went to your bedroom, plopping down on the bed. I wanted to lose myself in this cool bedspread and a large pillow with a pleasant lilac scent from the new fabric softener.

It was getting overcast outside the window, the clouds were gradually thickening, covering the shining sun, a real downpour was about to begin. The wind was getting stronger, and now it penetrated into the room, enveloping your body, from which the skin was covered with goosebumps. Your face was burning from the still present tension after a working day. The caressing evening air was relaxing. Especially now, here in the forest, when everything around has acquired the smell of damp earth and damp trees.

You squeeze the blue bedspread with your fist, burying your nose more into the pillow. After a moment, the mattress next to you will crumple under a heavy weight, and you feel a big hand on your hip. The palm is large and rough even through the thickness of jeans, but the movements are rhythmic and soft. Your shoulders involuntarily lower, relaxing. You squirm a little, and the movements on your leg stop.

"Hi, Tommy," you whisper, lifting your face from the pillow, leaning on your elbows.

The man nods briefly and looks at you with excitement. You slowly sit down, not taking your eyes off the man. His hair is disheveled in the usual way for him, falling over his broad shoulders, curls curl into small curls. Big blue eyes move over your body with obvious anxiety and fear, noticing every tense movement of your body. Now he was wearing the clothes you bought, and there was no mask on his face, revealing a slightly rotting skin and a missing nose.

Thomas looks at you, scrutinizing your awkward gaze and drooping shoulders, when he finally clumsily signs: "Are you okay?". His sign language wasn't as good as yours yet, he started learning it quite recently, but he was already making decent progress, so it turned out to be quite easy to understand simple phrases on his part.

"It's okay, Tommy. It's okay," you awkwardly tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, "I'm just tired. My boss is not very good, so..."

You were interrupted by the feeling of a warm palm on your cheek. Thick fingers gently rubbed against your soft skin; eyes the color of forget-me-nots looked at your face with awe and pity. Thomas could not always convey his thoughts in words, he liked to show his feelings. And now the man was trying to calm you down and show that everything that a bad person has done to you is not important, because Hewitt is next to you, here and now, and he will protect you from all the nightmares in the world.

Sitting on his lap was the best thing to do after a hard day's work. Over time, the man got used to your excessive tactility, especially in stressful situations, and began to perceive it as a good sign, an excuse to show his love. Because now he was gently pressing you to him, putting his head on top of your head. He was mumbling incoherently, I think it was a lullaby about a mockingbird, which his mother sang to him in early childhood. You cooed softly, pressing your cheek against his broad and large body. The noise in your head slowly subsided, and you hardly remained on the verge of vivacity and sleep.

When you were embraced by another pair of hands, more neat and skillful, you sighed in relaxation, lowering tense eyebrows. Vincent was very quiet, you didn't notice him coming over. The man stroked your hair, running his artistic fingers through the pliable strands, like ribbons flowing over his skin. The palms are rough due to constant work and in places excessively smooth and warm, like wax. The man was whispering something softly, resting his head on Thomas' shoulder, the second only chuckled smugly.

A quiet voice moved to your ear, gently scorching your skin; you felt Vincent's breath on your neck and cheeks, and then he gently touched your lips, giving a weightless kiss.

"Want to eat?" Vincent signs when you open one eye; you nod. Thomas gets out of bed, still holding you in his arms, and gently pushes the artist next to him behind his back, smiling.

Spending time with them like this, the three of them, seemed like a real fairy tale. You don't remember when this strange relationship started, and when the boys agreed to it, but it didn't matter. Hewitt and Sinclair loved you the most in their lives, gradually they got used to the mutual presence, perhaps some strange friendship formed between them, you don't know. But they are crazy about you and will do everything in their power to make you happy.

#slashers x reader #vincent sinclair #vincent sinclair x reader #thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt x reader #just comfort #drabble #♡

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Suddenly

Chapter 1: Spring

Din Djarin x Florist!Reader

WC: 2100

Warnings: absolutely none, all fluff and domestic cuteness, no use of y/n but reader does have a nickname and is female presenting

A/N: I told y’all I was going to exploit this little house and the time has come. I was planning on this just being a little one shot, but I fell in love with the dynamic so it’ll be a short series, just 4 chapters! Listen to Venus by Sleeping at Last to get the inspo for this little story. Enjoy 💖

Chapter 2

After a while, I thought I'd never find you

I convinced myself that I would never find you

When suddenly, I saw you

“It’s good to have you back, Mando,” Karga smiled warmly sliding a bag of credits across the table in exchange for the cleared pucks he had brought into the High Magistrate’s office. Mando sat relaxed in a large leather chair across from Greef Karga, open arms draped lazily across the seat. He was tossing a small green fruit up into the air and catching it with a gloved hand listening to the man’s booming voice brag about the shops that would be opening in the newly renovated town square.

“We’d love to have you at the opening ceremony, you are a vital part of our economy here on Nevarro, after all.”

Mando hummed in response. “I’ll do my best to be there.”

While he did feel some sense of obligation to the man who had gifted him a house, he also didn’t do things that he didn’t want to. Karga knew that. For years their relationship had been a bit of a power struggle, but Mando always came out on top.

He looked over at Grogu who was quietly watching a children’s program on a holopad in the seat next to him.

“Time to go, kid,” he said, rubbing his ears gently.

Grogu nodded, lifting up the pad for his dad to tuck into the pack that hung on his hip. Mando tucked the bag of credits next to it and rose to shake Karga’s hand.

“Two days from now! I’ll save you and the little one a seat to watch the parade!” he called after the pair as they made their way out of his office.

When they stepped outside on the warm path, Grogu held his hands up and chirped, “Buir!”

Din chuckled and scooped him into the crook of his arm. “C’mere ad’ika.”

The morning sun climbed higher into the cloudless sky casting warm rays onto the crowded market place. Din’s boots made a padded thud as he marched down the black stone path towards the booths selling local treats and produce. A sea of voices chattering with the vendors, the smell of roasted meat in a sweet marinade, bright colored banners advertising their wares, Grogu loved coming to the market. His ears turned in every direction at each new voice, nose pointed up to follow the wafting scents.

Din purchased a dozen of his favorite sweet rolls, passing one to the child to munch on while he stocked up on the rest of the supplies they would need for the coming week. With a pack sufficiently full, Mando made his way to the edge of town, where he had parked the old speeder bike he bought off of the Anzellans. It wasn’t anything high tech, parts of it rusted with age, but it got them from their little cabin to the bustling town and back. The ride out was twenty minutes of silent bliss. Some scraggly trees and shrubs dotting the otherwise barren landscape, no other homes around for several kilometers. He reveled in the solitude. Din had considered planting a small garden come summer, something to add some color to the greys and browns.

He wiped his boots on the mat in front of the door before entering their small home. Grogu did a flip to the floor and took off after a ball Greef Karga had gifted him with. The cabin came fully furnished but minimally decorated. There was nothing about it that told you anything about who lived there other than the basket of toys that sat in the living area hinting at a small child’s presence. The kitchen and living area were connected in one large space, the only separation provided by a lengthy island across from the stove. Two bedrooms sat at the far end of the house separated by a bathroom in the middle. The second bedroom was made up for a guest if he ever had one. A bedside table with a lamp, an empty closet, a nice sized bed with white sheets covered in delicate grey leaves and vines. Din had purchased a bassinet for Grogu, it stayed tucked in the corner of the main suite he slept in. They preferred to sleep near each other after all their travels and time spent tucked in the sleeping nook of the Crest.

Grogu giggled and babbled about his ball, contentedly smacking it around the room, weaving in between the couch and arm chairs. Din chuckled to himself. The bag of groceries sat heavy on the counter, threatening to spill over at any moment, so he set to unpacking their little haul. Fresh fruit and bread laid out on the counter for easy access. Some meats and cheeses stocking their fridge unit alongside some of Grogu’s favorite juice. Din had even picked up a fresh bag of caf to brew from some far off, mid rim planet.

He breathed in, lungs full of thankfulness. When he first laid eyes on Grogu those years ago that felt like a lifetime, he never imagined their story playing out the way it had, that he would be so lucky as to live out a quiet life with him between jobs. Din felt like the puzzle was finally coming together. There was no box to match it to, but he could see the picture coming into focus with just a few missing pieces. He paid no mind to those blurred out areas, he was more than content, he was happy for the first time in his life.

Din stood behind the crowd, arms crossed over his beskar plated chest. Karga had Grogu in his lap as they watched the small parade circle around the town square. All the school aged children in bright colors waving and grinning, a few of the older kids from the secondary school beating drums and playing a light melody on flute. There were a few dancers and people handing out flowers and candies to the townspeople lining the street. Grogu was clapping and waving, that’s when Din saw you for the first time. His breath caught in his chest in an inexplicable way. Your hair was braided back with flowers tucked in carefully, a crown of daisies atop of your head. You had on a white, billowy shirt that hung off your shoulders tucked into a long, flowing turquoise skirt with a thick belt of brown leather separating the two garments. You were hand in hand with one of the younger kids, skipping along beside them. When you passed by the section they were watching from, you plucked the flower crown off of your head and set it atop Grogu’s.

“Buir!” he squealed in joy turning to face Din. Your eyes followed Grogu’s and you gave a small wave to the silver plated man before dancing further along the stone path.

Din felt a rush of heat to his cheeks, an ache in his chest he wasn’t sure he was capable of feeling again until this moment. Suddenly, the blurry parts of the picture started to come into focus, and it looked a lot like you. No, this was crazy, he was jumping way too far ahead. He didn’t even know your name.

He didn’t even know your name, and yet he felt drawn to you, captivated by your kind smile, the gentle rhythm of your feet as you danced away. The lilt of your laugh carried to him on the breeze, and he knew he was a dead man. His gaze returned to Grogu who was bouncing with excitement, his little hands drawing up to touch the flowers resting on his head.

Din kicked off of the wall he was leaning against to bend his head into Karga’s earshot.

“Who was that?”

“That was my lovely new flower shop owner!” Karga beamed. “She just moved here from Naboo! I think she’s going to make this little town a lot prettier, ‘eh, Mando?” he asked with an elbow to the ribs.

Although he couldn’t see his face, Karga could imagine the exact expression painted across it and he laughed heartily before pointing out a juggler to Grogu.

Din leaned back against the wall with a slight shake of his head. The parade was nearing a close, and he wondered about seeking you out when the festivities died down.

He decided to make a few stops around the market before heading to see if you would be at your shop to speak to you. He tried to calm down the race of his heart as he assembled a small welcome basket to present you with. He tucked a black kerchief with delicate silver stars stitched across it into the bottom of a small, woven basket before filling it with a fresh loaf of bread, a jar of jam and local honey, a brick of hard cheese imported from another system, and a magnet that said “Welcome to Nevarro!” across a background of two volcanoes with a river of lava running between them.

What if you thought this was silly or too forward. He almost talked himself out of it, but his feet on autopilot pulled him to the front of your shop. “Bloom” stretched across the top of the large window in a curling font, the space below filled with blue and lavender floral arrangements. A small wooden sign that appeared to be hand painted swung above the door when he pushed it open. A small bell tinkled alerting whoever might have been there to his presence, so he decided it was too late to back down.

“Be right there!”

You were up on a stool, in the same white shirt as before, but paint covered overalls now hanging from your lower half. A paintbrush in hand as you carefully listed your prices in thin white paint strokes against the navy blue wall behind the register. From here he could see that top of what seemed to be a delicate geometric tattoo running the very center of your spine. You finished the number you were carefully outlining and hopped down, recognizing them instantly.

“Well hey you!” you smiled warmly at the pair approaching your counter. Grogu hopped up wiggling his little legs as he got his footing and waved at you. You knelt down to his level and waved back.

“Here,” Din said extending the basket, “I wanted to get you something to say thank you for today.”

Your eyes wide at the kind gesture, “Well thank you, but that isn’t necessary. It was nothing.”

“It wasn’t though.” Din hesitated, his words coming slowly as if carefully choosing them, “He’s had a very hard life, endured much more than anyone should have to, so anything or anybody that allows him to just be a kid is something I’ll always be thankful for.”

Your gaze softened even more somehow as you rubbed his soft head. Grogu leaned into the touch, big brown eyes squeezed tight.

“Well thank you again,” you trailed off, the empty space searching for a name.

“People call me Mando, and this is Grogu.”

You gave him your name with a smile, “But a lot of people call me Milla.”

“Like the flower?”

You cocked your head to the side, “Yeah, how do you know of millaflowers? Have you been to Naboo?”

“A handful of times. My work takes me all over the galaxy.”

“Well I’m sure you’re full of stories,” you grinned straightening up from where you had been bent over to talk to the child. “You’ll have to tell me some sometime.”

“I’ll be seeing you around I’m sure, I was thinking of planting a small garden soon. I’m sure you can recommend a few things that will take well to the soil here.”

“Come by any time. It was a pleasure to meet you, especially you, Grogu,” you smiled once more reaching out to rub his ear.

“Take care, Milla,” Din called as he exited the shop. You smiled at the nickname and the gentle tingle of the bell as they disappeared from your view.

Grogu grunted in disapproval as his father carried him out of the shop and back towards their parked speeder.

“I know kid, I didn’t want to wear out our welcome, but trust me, I could’ve stayed there all day.”

He was already thinking of excuses to stop by your shop again. He’d open a kriffing landscaping company if it meant he got to see your smile every day. Maker, he was in over his head.

Mando’a translations

Buir: father

Ad’ika: little one

Taglist: @harriedandharassed

#the mandalorian fic #the mandalorian fanfiction #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian x you #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you

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Memories of Us chapter 12

AO3

Master list (too lazy to post all the links LMAO, im gonna make a proper master post at some point lol)

Thanks to @micropoe10 and @tragedybunny for giving this a once over to make sure it flows well.

Also as always thanks to @cheesy-cryptid for allowing me to use their art as inspiration for this :3

12. Clean

The closer the time got the more she was second guessing herself. Octavia kept battling in her mind over and over again. She had to tell him at some point.

He's not dumb. He will find out. You have to say something. What if he doesn't want to be with you? You have to say something. What if he's just a fame chaser like the last guy?

Octavia paces her front room. He's supposed to be here already. She stares at the clock against the wall, it was around 7 in the evening. They hadn't agreed on a time, Astarion just said dusk. He already knew where she lived so what's taking him so long?

It's her, it's definitely her. He'll come by, he has to.

Right?

She plays with the hair hanging off her shoulder, why is she so nervous? It was only dinner. Alone. In her house. She needs wine. Her hands tremble slightly as she opens the bottle on the table.

The cork fumbles out of her hand and falls to the floor. She sighs and pours out a glass for herself. Why was she so nervous? It's not like they've never been alone in the same room.

She peers back at the clock, 2 minutes have passed.

She takes a big swig of the glass. Her eyes close and she exhales all the air in her lungs. No amount of alcohol can ease the turbulence ripping through her belly. She sits at the table, running her finger along the rim of the glass.

The food she made was barely enough for her, let alone for two. Astarion assured her that he didn't need much, but she couldn't help but feel slightly off about it.

She gets up and paces the room some more. There's candles on the table in front of her fireplace, she walks over and lights some. Sitting on the couch behind her, she throws her head back, places a pillow on her face, and screams into it.

The room feels so huge when she takes the pillow off her face and stares at the fireplace. There's no reason to be nervous.

Of course there isn't, he likes me…right?

She was only going to tell her boyfriend- was he her boyfriend?

They never really established that.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Octavia downed the rest of the wine in her glass and quickly walked towards the sound. She takes a second to look in the mirror and fix her face.

Breathe , you can do this.

She opens the door and greets Astarion. "Took you long enough, I've been waiting out here all by myself." He pouts dramatically and smiles. "I'm not going to have to stand out here anymore, right?"

Octavia shakes her head and steps aside, Astarion stares at her with a cocked eyebrow and clears his throat. "Really? I have to make it all proper and invite you in?" She laughs as he playfully shrugs, in a sarcastic sweeping flourish she bows and extends her arm "Astarion, please come into my home won't you?"

His grin takes over his whole face, he walks inside as Octavia closes the door behind him. "Quite the invitation, darling. I admire the theatrics."

He looks around her flat, the quaint furnishings and decorations are cute. She has a small couch with two fluffy cushions and a blanket. The coffee table in between her and the lit fireplace has a few books on it. There's a vase of yellow flowers on the fireplace mantle, the warmth of her home felt comfortable and familiar.

“Cute little place you got here. I like it better than your back garden, feels more like you.” Astarion smiles at Octavia, she feels her face flush and she clears her throat, turning her head toward the candlelit table.

"Are you hungry? I made some food. I know you said you don't eat much..but…" she shrugs and flops down on the couch and sighs, "I'm sorry. I'm just nervous to have you here. Inside my house. Alone." She laughs awkwardly.

He sits beside her, and holds her hand, easing her tension. "It's fine. I won't bite. Unless you ask me to." He chuckles darkly, Octavia laughs along, the first clue lost to her. "Here, let me give you a little gift." He reaches into a worn leather bag he carried over his shoulder. Within a few moments he takes the old book out.

As he hands it to her, their fingers touch. Octavia lingers on his hand, wanting to feel his hand on hers. "Thank you. I know you probably would rather I keep it in the museum but I do think I'll be able to get this done quicker here."

Astarion pulls the book back towards him, breaking their contact. "We just can't let Gale know. Can't have him get mad at me you know?" He ends with a wink, placing the book on her coffee table.

He turns his head towards her dining room table. The candles she lit are half burned. Whatever she prepared sits covered in the middle. "You didn't have to do that, you know. I appreciate it, though.” She blushes, feeling as if she did something wrong. “I'm sorry, I know you said you didn't need it, but I'm so used to doing this for people I care about. I wanted to do it for you too.”

Astarion smiles and takes her hand, leading her to the table. “Well I certainly can't let your hard work go unappreciated, can I? Shall we then, my sweet?”

He slides a chair open for her and motions her to sit down. Octavia laughs softly and sits. “Thank you, how chivalrous of you.” He pushes the chair in and takes a seat across from her. “Just doing what I can to show my gratitude, dearest. So what's on the menu?”

Octavia clears her throat and waves her left hand around. A transparent purple hand appears in front of her. With a flick of her wrist, the hand takes the coverings on the plates off and reveals two perfectly set small portions of sauteed fish with mushrooms, rosemary, and green beans. It had a red drizzle on it, and yet another familiar scent. “Hope you like it. According to my mom, it's an old family recipe.”

He didn't know how to explain to her that he was hungry for something that can't really be cooked and served in a candlelit dinner. So for now he goes through with the motions of putting it in his mouth and swallowing it.

This time though, the second the smell of it hits his nose he feels as if he's been transported back to camp.

The light of the fire silhouettes his love, her outline blackened by the shadows of the night. He smiles as she turns. She holds a plate of food in her hands for herself, she has to eat something before he does, after all. The fish she eats will make her blood irony tasting, but it makes him stronger for tomorrow's inevitable fight. She smiles and places a hand at his cheek, sitting by his side. They silently watch the fire as she nourishes herself.

“Hellooo? Are you there? Something wrong?” Astarion snaps out of his trance and blinks back into the current moment. He looks at Octavia, the look of confusion painted clearly on her face.

“Yes, I'm fine. Sorry, what was that again?” He smiles sheepishly and goes to grab another piece of food when he smacks the now empty plate with the fork. “I was asking if you liked it, Astarion, but I think you just answered my question before I finished asking it.” Octavia smiles awkwardly at him, he can feel the embarrassment on his face.

“Oh..” he puts the utensil down and grabs for the wine glass to his right. He drinks some of the wine and stares at the fireplace. He watches the flames dance like he did back then.

“Do you want to go sit by the fireplace with me, again? I tend to run a bit cold.” he asks, his voice low and soft. Octavia nods and she stands, her turn to lead now. She holds his hand and starts to walk over towards the couch, until she gets a brilliant little idea.

“Hold on!” Octavia releases her hand and turns back to the table, she grabs their glasses and the second full bottle of wine she had on the kitchen counter.

Octavia makes her way to the coffee table and places the drinks down. Then she goes to the couch and pushes it closer to the fireplace. She finally grabs the giant throw blanket by her book corner and throws it on the couch. “Hmmm”

She circles around the living room making sure her work is perfect like a bird inspecting its nest. She nods reaffirming it and guides Astarion over. She pushes him into the couch, eliciting a confused look from him.

Octavia pours some wine into the glass and hands it to him. He takes it from her as she's taking off her shoes. She sits with her legs crossed to her side, holds out her hand and flicks it making the purple hand reappear. It takes the blanket float up and wrap itself around the two of them.

With the same hand she makes it pour her a glass of wine and bring it over to her. “Quite the trick! Very self indulgent, I like that.” He tips his glass to her, and she does the same towards him, their glasses touching with a soft clink.

“Being a stressed out college student comes in ‘handy’ sometimes don't you think?” She grins a cheesy smile knowing he would cringe at the poor pun.

As predicted he groans and rolls his eyes. Octavia giggles into her wine, settling under his arm. They smile at each other and stare at the fire. “I really feel like I can be myself around you, Astarion. You’ve been so kind to me.” She holds his hand that's draped over her shoulder and leans into him more. The feeling of wanting to tell her his secret weighed on his mind.

“I feel like I can be myself around you as well, Octavia. You have made me feel things I haven't felt in a very very long time.” He squeezed her hand a little.

They sit intertwined in each other's arms, Astarion feels the familiar pang of guilt building inside him. She's been so open and honest with him. It's not fair to her, and it's certainly not the way he thought this would go. But something inside is telling him to do it, and to do it now.

He clears his throat and shifts away from Octavia a bit, separating their hands and sitting up straight. “There's something I feel I should tell you, Octavia. It's kind of important.”

She got up a little to face him. She holds onto his hand, rubbing small circles into the top like he did for her earlier. “I…That is to say..I mean…” he stammers through, not keeping eye contact.

“You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to, Astarion, if you aren't ready to of course.” she continues the contact on his hand. “I want to. I want you to be able to truly see me as I am. What I am…” Astarion is clearly fighting with himself, but it seems like no matter what, he's determined to get this done and over with.

Octavia cocks her head to the side as Astarion downs the rest of his wine. He places the glass on the table and takes a deep breath. “You might want to finish yours as well..or you could wait til after, your choice.” She takes a big gulp of her drink and places the glass next to his.

She turns to him and takes a deep breath as well. “Whatever it is, I don't think it'll change my mind about you. Unless you’re a cold blooded murderer or some monster come to kill me in my sleep.” Octavia laughs, not noticing the worried look on Astarion’s face, he laughs awkwardly.

He gulps in fear and anticipation, Octavia looks at him slightly grimacing “Come on it can't be that bad right? We all have our secrets.” Her throat catches the strange laugh that escapes.

If he only knew what she wanted to tell him as well. She likes him, and whatever things he has to keep to himself couldn't keep her from being nervous about her own hang ups.

Octavia hopes whatever it is, he isn't going to stop what they had going on. She was happy, and she hoped he was too.

They sit together for a few moments, he watches the glow of the fire. He doesn't want to ruin this moment with her. The pretty little gift that was dropped in his lap after a century of solitude. He sighs, and holds her closer, if his heart could work, it would be beating through his chest.

Astarion clears his throat “I’m not sure you'll feel that way in a few minutes, darling.”

“Astarion, you can trust me. I trust you. Just tell me. I’m a big girl.” Octavia leans closer, as Astarion holds her hands and presses his lips to the tops of her palms. He hears her breath catch and then he lets his confession roll out of his lips.

Octavia, I'm a vampire.

Tags: @justporo @satanicspinosaurus @sleepy-timaeus @tragedybunny @davenswitcher @wayward-hel

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twintravelers · 6 months

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need me someone to do a haikaveh animatic of them w/the song lemon boy. i swear it fits them so much… i have my own interpretation of it below the cut !! (it's a bit long but bear w me.. tldr if u dont wanna read it: i think lemon boy nicely fits hkvh's progression in their relationship from their academia days to current times + they kiss at the end as a treat)

verse 1: There once was a bittersweet man and they called him, "Lemon Boy" / He was growing in my garden and I pulled him out by his hair like a weed

alhaitham thru kaveh's eyes, hkvh meeting at the academia (alhaitham is lemon boy), start of arguments

And like weeds do he only came and grew back again / So, I figured this time I might as well let him be

recurrent arguments+debates, slowly become friends

chorus: Lemon Boy and me started to get along together / I helped him plant his seeds / And we'd mow the lawn in bad weather

start hanging out/studying tgt !!

It's actually pretty easy being nice to a bitter boy like him / So, I got myself a citrus friend

become real friends / lowkey crushing?

verse 2: But soon his bittersweet started to rub off on me / You'd think smelling like lemon zest would be pretty neat

some more scenes of younger hkvh hanging out tgt :3 imagine what u want

I found out that my friends are more of the savory type / And they weren't too keen on compromising with a nice lemon pie

kaveh talking to some ppl who don't like alhaitham, argues w them (in alhaitham's favour) n leaves (maybe w alhaitham eavesdropping? lol)

chorus: So Lemon Boy and me, we just gotta get along together / I helped him plant his seeds / And we'll mow the lawn in bad weather

hkvh CUTE/fluff scenes working on the infamous project tgt

It's actually pretty easy being nice to a bitter boy like him / So, I got myself a citrus friend

maybe some more obvious crushing here idk.. i just love to think of them pining but not saying anything in their academia days...

bridge: But what if I run out of fertilizer? / What if the clouds run out of rain? / What if Lemon Boy won't grow no longer? / What if beaches dry of sugar cane? / Oh well

/the/ fight. kaveh leaves. they grow apart, the years passing by. alhaitham finds kaveh drunk at the bar.

The whales start to beach themselves / Tortoise shells tear away from their spines / It happens all the time, it happens all the time

after listening to his ex-friend woes, alhaitham takes his jacket, puts it over kaveh's shoulder, and brings him back to his home, offering him a second key to the house in the morning

pre-chorus: Lemon Boy and I, we're gonna live forever / Like Snufkin and Little My, we'll get around wherever

kaveh slowly getting settled in his new home w/alhaitham <3

chorus: Lemon Boy and I, we're gonna live forever / Like Snufkin and Little My, we'll get around wherever / It's actually pretty easy being nice to a bitter boy like him

them slowing hanging out tgt again, bickering w each other, little fond alhaitham moment w a small smile when he looks at kaveh arguing w him

outro: 'Cause we're the bitterest boys in town / Yeah, we're the bitterest guys around / And I got myself a citrus friend

alhaitham slowly approaches kaveh while he's complaining and kisses him to shut him up (heheheh) on the last line and it ends w kaveh being flustered but bringing alhaitham in for another kiss

OKAY IM DONE... hope someone read until the end if u did ily

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playground love. | beomgyu valentine's day special

♡ pairing: beomgyu x female reader.

♡ summary: you and beomgyu have been friends for so long. how to tell him your feelings changed to such an intense emotions?

♡ genre: 60's fluff.

♡ warnings: none.

♡ note: english isn't my first language. so excuse any mistakes. <3

january 27th, summer of 1968.

"y/n! there is a letter for in the mail, sweetie!"

"i'm coming, mother!"

my father had to go in a bussiness trip to France almost two months ago. he promised me to mail me a letter every month with updates. he knows how much i miss him. i wait every beginning of month for his letter to come in.

"here it is, dearest." - my mother hands me the letter.

i open it so fast that i almost rip the writting paper apart.

"dear, yn ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ red roses are starting to bloom everywhere. the photography i'm sending you, was taken from the garden close to my hotel. the owners are a very respectful family, who lives in the South. they told me that one of their houses here in Paris is avaible for buying. it's a lovely house to live. i can already imagine you living there, my daughter. it's close to the most famous places and full of people, just like the pictures you have, dear. my work here is almost done. in a few more weeks, i'm going home. can't wait to give all the gifts i brought for you. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ with love, your very much loved father.

i jump out of the couch and run towards the kitchen - "mother, father is coming home in a few weeks!"

"oh my god, y/n! i can not believe it!" - she says almost crying. - "i have to call him right now!"

i run to our backyard and start to call for my childhood best friend.

"beomgyu! beomgyu! beomgyu! my father is coming back!" - i say through the fence.

beomgyu moved to the neighborhood ten years ago. i was 6 years old when i saw a brown haired boy, who is two years older than me, taking boxes from a big truck.

"jesus, y/n! it's saturday! there is no need to scream." - he says coming towards me with a very sleepy face.

"were you asleep? it's almost eleven!"

"there is no school today, mom." - he says sarcastic - "i was hoping to sleep until 1PM, but apparently you had other plans..."

"i'm sorry, beomgyu. it's just that father is coming home after two months!"

"no way! he is even earlier than you thought!" - beomgyu replies while getting excited as well.

"i know! i can't wait for him to tell me everything about the trip. the stores, the cafes, the people... ah, it seems like a dream."

"you're so cute when you get happy."

i laugh a little. i can feel my cheeks getting blushy and try to hide it with my hair.

"doesn't it deserve a hug?" - beomgyu says with his mischevious face.

i jump the fence and wrap myself all over him.

"i'm so happy for you, y/n." - his voice is closer to my ears. his breath tickles my neck and give me a warmth in my stomach.

little by little through our friendship years, i found myself falling in love with beomgyu. at start, i thought it was just a confusing thing. me not knowing how to distinguish my feelings for him.

but, as the time pass, i can only feel my heart calling for him more hopelessly. it's a vicious feeling. i just want more and more of beomgyu to myself.

february 12th, summer of 1968.

"where beomgyu is taking you on valentine's day?" - my friend asks.

"what do you mean?" - i laugh while putting my books in the locker.

"oh, right. i forgot you still didn't tell him that you love him."

"i don't love him. it's just a normal romantic feeling towards a friend... it will go away."

"you have been saying that for 2 years, y/n."

"i know, right?" - i smash my forehead in the closed locker. - "i just can't tell him about it. if i ruin everything? if he thinks i'm crazy?"

"well... at least you've tried."

"you are terrible at helping people."

"look" - she hufs - "he's already going to college. do you really want to wait until he's far away from you?"

the problem is, beomgyu is more than a friend. he is family. we had grown up together through each others eyes.

i remember when he just looked like a silly boy - picking up insets to throw at me and laugh after seeing me scared, spending the whole day together at the pool in a hot day, having sleepovers where we would sneak for my leaving room and try to watch a horror movie.

all of sudden, he became the beomgyu. not just a friend, but a man.

a man i would look and ponder when did he started to get muscles. a man that when was shirtless, i coudn't look directly at. a man the has the most kissable lips i have ever seen. a man who has all the girls falling for him. a man who probably wouldn't look at his friend next door as a possible lover.

he is breathtaking. he looks as angelic as a human should.

keeping my feelings to myself just seem the right thing to do. i can't face rejection coming from him.

he is my first an only love. i know it's silly... i just can't see myself with anybody if not him.

february 14th, summer of 1968 - 02:00 AM.

"hey, y/n? are you awake?" - beomgyu taps on my bedroom window.

i come out of bed and open it. i'm welcomed with his beautiful face in the middle of the night

"it's so late." - i say looking at the clock with a sleepy face - "what are you doing here?"

"get up at 5:00AM. let's do a little summer trip"

i laugh a little taken back by his confident state. - "beomgyu, are you crazy? i can't get out this early!"

"i just want to borrow you for a few hours. it's going to be fast. i promise! i even have my father's car!"

"i don't know, beomgyu... if my parents come looking for me?"

"they won't, y/n. i promise. just come with me."

when he looks at me with those shining eyes, speaking so confidently, talking like i'm already his... i can't resist it.

"okay."

february 14th, summer of 1968. - 5:30 AM.

song's are blasting through the radio. the breeze hitting myself. i never felt more alive.

"i knew you would like it, y/n!" - beomgyu speaks louder than the radio.

"thank you for bringing me!"

i can sense a different smell in the air. something salty and beachy...

"wait! you are taking me to the beach! OH MY GOD!"

beomgyu laughs and says - "i know you love the beach. so i thought of bring you before i went to college."

"oh, right." - i think. - "in a few weeks his moving away and going to college."

"look at the waves! they are so pretty today!" - beomgyu speaks but i can't hear a thing.

how is it going to be without him? i'm so used to see him everyday, to just jump the fence and knock on his window whenever i need him, to the sound of his voice, to the feeling of home around him.

there's going to be plenty of pretty girls there? maybe he's going to find his real love while i'm still here, just paused on time. remanescing our moments as a way to tell my poor heart that we couldn't work out of my fantasies.

"please, don't forget about me." - i pray to lord.

february 14th, summer of 1968 - 5:50 AM.

"i'm going to catch you, y/n!

"only if you want to be soaked!" - i say running to the water.

"i'm not scared of water!" - beomgyu comes right after me.

his laugh sounds like a song i could put on replay. the sun rising light coming little by little iluminanting his golden skin. splashing water on each other. i've never felt more young, more in love.

"i got you, y/n!"

we are laughing so hard that it takes a while to realize we're so close. our faces just inches away.

he has a little mole on his face... i can see it now.

has he been always this handsome from upclose?

"y/n..." - he calls me almost like a whisper. - "you are so beautiful."

my heart sinks. time stops. i don't know if the goosebumps appering on my skin are from the cold or from his sweet and raspy voice so close to me.

"beomgyuithinki'minlovewithyou." - there it is. i said it.

"what?" - he laughs while looking confused.

after taking a deep breath, i repeat it. this time slowly - "i think i'm in love with you. i have been for so long."

a little pause... i can do this!

"you don't need to respond to it. you don't even need to love me back. i know you only see me as your friend, probably like a little sister. but, i can't hold it any longer. i just love you so much, beomgyu-" i'm interrupetd by his kiss.

it takes a minute to understand what is happening. but when i do, there's no reason to hold myself back anymore. i want him, i need him.

the kiss is intense, almost like we're battling for see who can takes full control. he picks me up and i tangle my legs around him.

we are running out of breath but we can't stop. all feelings are been spill out. finally, after years of holding back, i can say how much i need him. even if it's just through a kiss.

the beach waves are cold but his body is so warm. beomgyu keeps hypnotizing me with his lips, with his body, with his hair, with his everything

i don't want this moment to end. i want to engrave the way his lips feels on mine. the way his strong arms are hugging me so tight, almost telling me to never run away. i want to scream to the whole world how much i love him.

"i love you, y/n. i'm yours. my love, my heart, my body. i'm all yours."

♡ a/n: it's my first time writing a fic longer than i actually do. idk if it's good since i've never done it b4. but, i really hope u like this valentine's day special. <3

i tried to mix a little with my personal favorites. also tried to use a different style of writing, but i think it didn't change much lol. anyhow, always remember, luvies: ILYSM!! 💗

do not repost it.

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Show Me Yours | Matty Healy [23]

chapter twenty-three, act three: so far (it's alright)

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September 10th 2014

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, Ads, I’m sure.” She hears him sigh through the phone as she holds it to her ear, “It’s fine, I’m a big girl.”

“I just-” He sighs, “I don’t want you being alone, that’s all, you could’ve moved in with me-”

“Ads, I don’t want to impose,” She carries on before he can interrupt and tell her she won’t be, “Besides, everyones moving out, getting new places-”

“Yeah, but they’re doing it together. I mean, I have Carls, Ross is with John, George and Matty…”

“Ads, I’m fine. I think if I have to have another roommate I’ll kill myself.”

He sighs, “Don’t stay stuff like that.”

She hears a voice call out in the background questioning who's on the phone, then she hears little bickering as the phone is pulled away from Adam.

“Hey, Tom, how are you?”

“Hi, Carls, you making sure he’s being good?”

“Always.” She promises, “How's the house? Need help moving?”

“I’m alright, it’s uh, it’s coming along… I think.”

She hears Adam attempt to take the phone back in the background and then Carly shoos him away, “We’ll be down to see it when you’re done, yeah?”

“Alright, I’ll host a party or summat so everyone makes an effort to come.”

“Alright, give it.”

She hears her complain as Adam takes the phone back, she can imagine him with one arm around Calry pulling her to his chest so she can still hear the conversation.

“Are you sure you don’t need help? I can drive down tomorrow morning help you out.”

“I’m fine, Ads, promise. But, if I want to sleep tonight, I'm gonna have to start unpacking.”

“Alright, I’ll let you go then. Call me tomorrow.”

“Bye, Ads.”

She sets her phone down on the little kitchen island and looks around the little house she’s gotten herself about an hour drive from her home village in South Wales.

It’s just outside of Brecon, a little detached two bedroom house that stands alone with some land around it. It's a fifteen minute walk from a village nearby, a couple minutes drive away from some shops.

But her favourite part is that she’s only a ten minute walk from a pub that stands at the end of the long lane to drive up.

The house is small, and content for just her and Button.

The outside is run down and covered in ivy leaves but she likes it. The reason she was able to get it much cheaper than it should've been was due to the age and the amount of years it's been inhabited.

But for the past two months she’s been coming down here and working to get it fixed up. Now all she has to do is unpack her belongings from the flat and fish off a few decorative touches.

When the guys had made the announcement they’d all be moving out she panicked for a while. She’d never be able to afford the three bedroom apartment alone and worried that they’d abandon her in other senses too.

But that wasn't the case at all, Ross and John happily offered up her moving in with them, with George saying she could bunk with Matty (claiming after almost three years it was time he finally had a room to himself as he was ‘tall and needed the leg space’)

However she quickly found a cute little house that stole her heart and moved in instantly.

The house is small, with a cute little back garden full of flowers and trees to protect from any onlookers outside.

There’s only a few other houses dotted around in the fields, two are owned by the local farmer and her family, one by the pub owner down the lane and one by a family who she’s learned lives abroad and rents it out as a holiday home.

She’s proud of the house and what she's done with it.

There’s a little hallway where she’s put coat racks and a little bench that holds her shoes, along with a nice mirror to do last minute outfit checks before she leaves.

The hallway leads right into the living room with a little fireplace, above the fireplace is her TV and to the right of that a little bay window where she’s placed cushions, blankets and a coffee table stacked with some of her favourite books.

The bookshelf she ordered sits unmade in the box, which is tomorrow's task, and beside that four boxes full of her books (and a few of Matty’s).

There's a green three seater, an armchair and then a two seater around the coffee table in the middle of the room, more books piled on top with little trinkets that she owns, like .

There’s an open doorway that leads through into a kitchen, beside that a sunroom/ conservatory that leads to the back garden.

The kitchen’s got a small breakfast bar attached to the island with three chairs that fit there.

The conservative has been turned into Button’s own little room, toys scattered around and her own two seater settee.

Upstairs there’s two bedrooms and a bathroom, she’s kept one room as her own turning the other into an office/studio with her instruments, some more books, records and even a recording set she stole from George.

She settles onto the mattress that's on the floor since she hasn't gotten around to buying a bed frame yet, Button jumps up beside her and they curl up under the blankets.

She finds herself smiling as she looks around, kissing her dog on the top of her head, “You like your new home, Button?”

The dog does nothing, only shifts to rest her head on Tommie’s curled legs, she smiles as she looks around the room, “Me too.”

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September 15th 2014

“It’s nice.”

“Nice?”

Caleb nods as he struggles to move his suitcase through the hallway, she takes it for him and pulls it to the bottom of the stairs leaving it there ready to go up.

“It’s cute.” He adds on afterwards. “You did a good job with it.”

“Thanks.”

They stand in the middle of the living room and she rocks awkwardly on her bare feet trying her hardest not to pointedly stare at his shoes on her rug.

She purses her lips to avoid calling him out on it, she knows it's something he doesn't like. Her clean freak controlling behaviour but she can’t help.

Everything needs to be perfect.

It’s too tense. This air between them, no longer filled by his questions of studio days and his prying into her childhood life she’s yet to completely unveil to him.

She clears her throat and wets her lips, “Drink?”

“Uh, sure, what do you have?”

“Cider, wine, ooh, Ross got me a Gin-”

“Do you have anything else? Non-alcoholic.”

“Uh, council pop?”

His brow raises as he follows her into the kitchen and she grabs two glasses, “What's that?”

“Water.”

“Oh, please.”

She smiles as she hands him the glass, “I’m on a cleanse.” He tells her as he takes a sip.

She purses her lips not to laugh, “A cleanse?”

“Mhmm.”

“Wow,” She mutters quietly, “LA really got to you, huh?”

He chuckles, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

She shakes her head with a timid smile, “Nothing.”

It's silent again then and she taps her fingers against the counter top as he looks around.

“Um, you uh, want to go down the pub later? Have a bit of food?”

“Yeah, sure.”

She lifts her chin in a simple nod and crosses her arms over her chest.

“When did it get like this?” He asks, placing the cup down on the counter, “Awkward, like we’re treading on eggshells?”

She sighs and leans back against the island, “I’m not sure.”

“Have I done something?” He asks, “Anything, anything that makes you feel this way?”

She shakes her head, “No. No, please don't think that, it’s- it’s me.”

He nods and turns away, “Which one?”

“What?”

“Of the guys, honestly, I don't think it’d be George. So, Ross or Matty, which one are you in love with?”

She snorts, “I’m not in love with anyone.” She says, then quietly adds on, “That’s the problem.”

His shoulders fall and he grips the counter a little harder, “You’re not in love with me?”

He steps away, more towards the door as if ready to make a getaway, “Wait, please, can I- Can I just have a couple minutes to talk to you? Because we,” She sighs running a hand through her hair, “We can’t keep doing this Caleb, hoping whatever this is will fix itself without talking. I don’t- even know what the problem is.”

He nods, “Okay.”

She leads him to the living room, sitting him down on the settee and taking his hand, “When you said to me, on my birthday, that you loved me, I… I freaked out a little, I mean, no one’s ever said that before and honestly, I didn’t think anyone ever would.”

She looks down at her knees and sighs, “This isn’t an excuse and is not me trying to gain pity, but you wanted to know about me so let's do that.”

“Do what?”

“Get to know me.”

She clears her throat and lifts herself up a little higher, “When I was a kid my mother wasn't around, you know that, my grandparents raised me but as I got older they started working more, living the lives they had to miss because not only did they raise two daughters but their granddaughter too. My dad was… a difficult man, he considered himself a father enough to try and control me but not enough to be there.

“He was only around when convenient for him, he didn’t like me cause he wanted a son, and I wasn’t that no matter how hard I tried to be. He was a harsh man, very harsh, and his saying was always ‘boys don’t cry, if I had a son I wouldn’t have to deal with this, boys don’t cry’. I hated it, hated that I wouldn’t be good enough for him solely because of my gender.

“I remember once, I think I was nine, maybe ten, still in primary school, he sat me down after a football game that he’d made the effort for- I was so happy just because he turned up and it just all came crashing down when he said to me, ‘Caroline, I’ll never love you like a son, not like your little brother’. I didn’t even know his new girlfriend was pregnant, that's how I found out.

“I guess that just messed with me, I mean, if the man who created me couldn’t love me, couldn’t love, full stop, how could anyone love me and how could I possibly reciprocate it? You know?”

She sighs and risks a glance up at him, “But I think, I know, that I can love you. I can. Not right now, but I will. I just need time, Caleb, that's all I’m asking for.”

He reaches forward slowly, hands cupping her face to swipe away the tears before travelling down to smooth his thumbs over her knuckles.

“You’re full of love, your heart is so big, too big even. You were born to overlove, Tommie. Please don’t blame yourself for it.”

He kisses her cheek gently and she leans into him as his arms wrap around her, “We have all the time in the world, babe.”

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“Don’t you think that’s enough?” Caleb asks quietly, trying to take her sixth, or maybe it as seventh, drink away from her mouth.

Her hands anxiously grip the neck of the gin bottle trying to balance the alcohol and the sprite.

“Tom…” He says quietly, “The party’s barely started.”

“I’m fine.” She tells him, grabbing the drink from him, eyes casting one more glance around the room trying to spot the mop of brown curls that is yet to arrive.

Caleb sighs and nods, “I’m going to talk to Squire.”

“You do that.” She mutters into her glass, awkwardly leaning back against the counter and watching him leave.

Adam’s brow raises from across the counter top, “What?” She snaps and his brow goes even higher.

She moves to add even more gin but a hand is wrapping around hers on the neck of the bottle.

“Ross…” She whines trying to shimmy out of his hold.

“Just coming to warn you people out there aren’t hanging their coats and bags up together.”

“What?”

She scurries off, drink forgotten as she starts her rant of keeping their belongings together on one hanger.

George sighs, taking a swig of some whiskey from one of those mini gift set bottles, he grimaces and places it down as the three watch her pick up people’s belongings.

“Where’s Matty?”

Adam shrugs and Ross runs a hand down his face, “Was supposed to be here hours ago.”

“They haven’t talked since the fight.”

The three watch her have a hushed conversation with Caleb as she downs another drink before she’s pushing him away and heading outside.

Once the cool air hits her shoulder she sighs, hand dropping down and drink spilling over her bare feet.

“Watch yourself there.”

She turns quickly, that familiar scent she’s come accustomed to meeting her nose as a gust of wind pushes past them.

“You’re late.”

“Was right on time,” He tells her, “Got here at seven. Like you asked.”

“You’ve been outside for three hours?”

He shrugs and she looks down around his feet where eleven cigarette butts lay.

She reaches out, clenching her fist in a ‘give me’ motion and sets her drink on the steps out the front of her house.

He sighs, handing over the box of cigarettes, his lighter fitting tightly inside with the rest of the cigs.

“Why won’t you come in?”

She puts the cigarette in her mouth and lifts the lighter, eyes moving from the flickering flame in her hand to the one in his eyes as he steps closer to her.

His hand cups the flame, his other resting his half smoked cigarette between his lips as he flips it so the one on her mouth is the right way around.

“Your house is beautiful.”

“You haven't seen it.” She tells him, smoke blowing into his face as he takes the lighter back and tucks it carefully back into his pocket.

It's a cheap one, one of those ones you buy from a petrol station. She wonders where the lighter she got him is.

“Still pretty.”

“Still haven't seen it.”

He raises one eyebrow, pushing his long hair back over his head, “How much have you had to drink.”

She rolls her eyes, turning away, “God you sound like Cal.”

Matty steps back at that and she follows his movements, stepping closer to the front door. “Is that why you won’t come in?”

“No.”

“Then why?” She asks. She tries to sit on the step but ends up spilling her drink, the glass smashing all around her bare feet and Matty moves forward quickly when she hisses at the pain of stepping on it.

“Don’t move.”

“Why, Matt?”

She looks up at him, “Why won’t you come in? Why won’t you let me in? Why won’t you talk to me anymore?”

Matty ignores her, brushing his hand on the pavement to get rid of some glass before he kneels and takes her foot into his lap.

His thumb brushes the trail of blood and she tries to bring her foot back, but his grip is strong. Long slender fingers locked around her ankle, holding her there in place. “Let me help.”

She rolls her eyes, “You’re mad thinking you could ever save me.” She tells him in a slur. Leaning forward and looking at him through her lashes, he forces his eyes away and back to the soul of her foot.

He nods to himself, carefully picking the shard out, he takes his phone out the back pocket, turning it on to shine the light on the cut, checking for any other shards that could be hidden.

“At least not looking like that.”

“Like what?” He questions quietly, trying to keep her chatting and her mind off of the pain.

She gestures one hand up and down him, “Some socratic junkie greaser wannabe.”

The door behind them opens, Caleb steps out.

“What happened?”

“She needs to get to bed.”

“I can handle my girlfriend, Healy, thanks.”

“Shouldn’t need to handle her.” Matty mumbles. Grateful that both George and Adam have also come out after seeing Caleb head outside.

“I’m fine.”

She pushes both of them away from her, standing with a slight limp and walking back inside, a bloodied footprint being left on the wooden floor as she makes her way to the living room.

“I’m going to bed. Button, come.”

The dog perks up from the settee where an old friend of hers from school was petting her, “Nigh night.”

Adam sighs, gesturing with a nod for George to watch the two men who are standing chest to chest outside as he follows Tommie upstairs.

He watches her shrug her button up off and pull a hoodie on, curling up on top of the covers, foot staining the white bed sheets.

Going to the bathroom he grabs a washcloth and wets it, dabbing at her foot as she lays still, eyes following Maty through the window as he moves down the long path towards the main road where a car is waiting.

“What’s going on?”

“Hmm?”

“With you? You’ve been acting weird past few days.”

“I told Caleb the truth.”

“Truth?”

“That I probably can’t love him.”

Adam sighs, moving to look through her draws until he finds an odd sock that he puts on her foot over the little star wars plaster he'd put on her foot.

“You can love him, if you want to,” He tells her, “Don't force anything.”

“In Georgia, his mother called me a whore, want to know what he said?”

Adam looks up at her, her eyes are still following Matty and his head of curls, “What did he say?”

She looks down, raising a brow as if to prove her point and he lifts his head in understanding, “Nothing?”

“Not a single word.”

Tommie shrugs, “I might not love him but I like him… care about him… maybe too much. Maybe that's why it hurts. I feel like he loves me, but he doesn't care about me.”

Caleb moves backwards, away from the crack in the door and looks down at his feet as he moves.

Ross claps him on the back and he flinches as the large hand stays on his shoulder for a few long moments, “You alright, mate?”

“Yeah... yeah, gonna head to bed.”

Ross nods, “Don’t wake me until after eleven, or I’ll bite your dick off.”

He nods, “Noted.”

He turns back to the bedroom door, watching Adam who is now sitting on the edge of the bed brush some hair from her forehead to place a kiss there and a whispered goodnight.

The Hann boy pauses when he notices Caleb, his finger still hovering over the light switch by the door.

He steps outside, closing the door behind him, “Tommie’s different,” Adam decides to say, “Be gentle with her.”

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Just curious! I love the fics of Vash being in our world! So I’m just wondering, what kind of job or hobbies do you think he would have? I definitely think something with plants for sure! Or maybe animals!

I’m just curious on your take cuz that would be a cute fic too! Him getting his first job! Awe 🥹

Vash's career choices on Earth

In my little world, Vash decided to be a house husband. You make enough money to live generously, and although he hates being in your debt, he makes up for it by giving you the love you didn't receive as a kid, the one that made you a workaholic and can't take a goddamn break (atting myself here). He maintains the house, loves to try new recipes he finds online, and reads from the mountains of books in your library.

He loves gardening, swimming (once he finally learns how), and researching animals, plants, and places the two of you can travel to.

Now, if Vash were to get a job, it would be one that is probably close to your house, within walking distance, or close to a bus stop. Despite the "concrete jungle," as he puts it, (even if you live in a rural area) he still can't drive worth a shit.

There's a government agency for displaced interdimensional entities such as Vash, that helps them get proper paperwork, and I won't get into that right now, but the only reason he got his damn license is that after the 5th try, he didn't miss a driving instruction. The car, however, had eaten nearly seven traffic cones. The instructor issued him the license as a "in emergencies only" kind of thing.

He doesn't want to rely on you driving him everywhere. He finds a job doing something leisury like stocking shelves at the mom & pop grocery store, working at the local library, or at the local coffee shop down the block.

He only wants part time so he can spend more time with you, but he's big into volunteer work, and usually spends most of his off days at the local community Kitchen, the animal shelter, helping the city plant trees, sorting food at the food bank, and helping with fundraiser events for local youth groups.

He makes a lot of friends, and is always beloved by those he works with. The children he works with will always stop him to say hi in public, and he's always stopping to help that little old lady across the street.

Now hobbies are a whole new ball game for Vash. With unlimited past times at his disposal, he becomes a jack of all trades quite easily. Mending clothes was always a must before, but now he can create his own clothes with an endless catalog of fabrics found at the local craft store.

He makes clothes that fit well against his prosthetic arm, and keep too many scars showing while keeping cool in the summer heat. He now also makes clothes that fit his form instead of the baggy clothes he's used to. He still makes them pretty baggy anyway to hide the occasional metal pieces holding his body together.

He likes sports like baseball, basketball, and roller skating, though he's still a little clumsy. He loves to watch anime with you, and enjoys Bleach, (because of the shared voice actor), The Way of The House Husband (because he's also a simp for his partner), and Fullmetal Alchemist (though he cries at every death in both Bleach and FMA) he plays video games that are mostly relaxing like animal crossing, pokemon, and some fighting games like Blazblue and Capcom's fighting games.

#trigun #vash the stampede #vash x reader #trigun brain rot #reverse isekai au

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collecting-stories · 2 years

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New in Town - Glenn Rhee

Request: hi i was wondering if i could request a glenn x reader in the later seasons where the reader is new to alexandria and is quiet/shy but is still tough and smart and impresses the group at times, and ends up becoming close with glenn? please :) i feel like there aren’t enough glenn fics he’s my favorite

A/N: I feel like I really missed the mark here but it came out kinda cute so I kept it.

The Walking Dead

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You had been more than grateful when Deanna put you on the gardening committee. A nice, quiet, assignment that was in stark contrast to the hell that you had endured outside the walls. It felt eerily like the old world in a way that you found more comforting than strange. No one expected you to go back out there and face down walkers or fight off other communities who were threatening to encroach on your home. All you had to do was wake up every morning and go to the garden and help make things grow.

“How’s it going?”

Still, there were times, like when Glenn stopped by the garden and lingered a little longer than he had to on his way to wherever he was going, asking about your day or how you felt you were fitting into life in the wall, that you wished you were just a little bit braver.

“The strawberry seeds Carol brought me last week are starting to sprout a few leaves,” you replied, glancing over at the strawberry pots that you had on the steps of the back patio. The garden was made from the backyards of two empty houses, one of which Deanna had offered to you. You envied Glenn sometimes, and his family, for having people around. At the end of the night, when you went home, it was empty and you were reminded that you were alone. “It’s a long way from actual strawberries-”

“That doesn’t matter,” Glenn cut in, “I mean, just the leaves are a good sign. Any good news feels like a weight off my shoulders.”

“I’m sure, especially going out there everyday. I mean, I don’t go out myself but it’s nice to have something to return to.” You wiped your hands against your gardening apron as you stood there.

The sun was getting lower quickly, blue hour settling in around you. The spring days were hotter than you remembered them and you lost time in the afternoon trying to avoid sun burn and exhaustion.

“You should come out with us sometime,” Glenn had breached the subject before, always casually like this and always accepting when you turned down the offer. You knew that he was mindful of the time you’d spent out there and any trauma that you were still working your way through. He still asked though, as if it was the most normal thing in the world to offer, as if he was asking you to go to the mall with him or somewhere similar.

“I don’t think I’m ready for that.” You replied honestly. You’d heard from a few of the more gossip-hungry people in the community that Deanna’s son Aiden had died outside the walls with Glenn, before you had been found on a scouting mission.

“Well,” he clasped his hand over the handle of the shovel sticking up from the ground, leaning against it just enough that it didn’t tip over, “in case you ever change your mind, it wouldn’t have to be everyone. Maybe just the two of us or something? There’s a few houses outside that are still pretty stable, nice to walk around sometimes.”

That was a new offer, usually he just left you to your work and didn’t try to push. Not that this was full on pushing. “I’ll think about it.”

Glenn lingered a moment longer before telling you goodbye and heading for the house he lived in. You’d see him later in the night, once the light fully died and the streetlamps flickered on, Rick had called a meeting in the morning and you knew that once he and his family started to congregate at the small make-shift chapel, so would everyone else. You’d have a quick and quiet meal, washing up after a long day of tilling weeds and planting what you were confident would grow up first. It was hard to tell exactly what time of year it was, only that the cold was finally ending but it was hotter than you expected.

Once you were washed up (and recovered from feeling slightly horrified that Glenn had seen you looking so exhausted and sweaty, not that he hadn’t seen you looking worse) and dressed, the streetlamps were on so you headed to the chapel. You weren’t too bothered getting there early but you avoided Gabriel, heading inside and taking a seat near the middle while he was outside talking to people.

“Grabbed a good seat already?” Glenn asked, placing his hand on the back of the pew you were sitting in, his knuckles brushing your shoulder blade.

“Oh yeah,” you tilted your head, looking up at him, “I figured there wasn’t much to do at home once I finished dinner.” You scooted over further into the pew, “do you wanna sit?”

“Thanks,” he slid in and angled his body toward you. A few other people filed into the chapel, talking quietly to each other as they found seats of their own. “What’d you have for dinner?”

“Nothing special...I’ve been trying to make the harissa sauce I used to make...before this. I think I perfected it.” You replied, “and I was thinking about your offer to go out...maybe, if you wouldn’t mind taking me fishing. I remember seeing a river not far off...it should be around fishing season, if I’ve got my time of year right.”

“On one condition,” Glenn posed, “we have dinner together.”

“Looking for a free meal?” You joked.

More people came in, sitting around the two of you, and Rick headed up to the front of the room with Deanna to talk about the week passed and the one ahead. You got bored of the chapel meetings even though you knew they were important.

Glenn shrugged beside you, “looking to spend some time with you,” he replied. When he’d first met you, out in the woods on a canvassing mission with Daryl and Aaron, he’d been shocked to see someone (even though he knew there were encampments around) but he’d been the one to coax you back to Alexandria. You were closed off and cautious around everyone, himself included, but he was persistent in making sure you felt like you were fitting in and comfortable and like this place could be a home to you as well. In that amount of time, he’d seen you grow into someone more confident and happier than you said you’d been in a long time and he knew that his attraction was more than friendly.

If this was years earlier, if he was still at the Greene Farm or even back in Atlanta, he wouldn’t have been so confident himself. But he was a different person now too.

“What a coincidence,” you joked, leaning close to Glenn to whisper the last part as Rick started speaking, “I was looking to spend some time with you too.”

Taglist: @easnuppa @alexoberlinluthor @lvspit @ellerelly @carnationworld @butterflymoons @alexxavicry @officerrfriendlyy @aureamelendez

#glenn rhee x reader #glenn rhee x you #glenn rhee x y/n #glenn rhee imagine #glenn rhee fanfic #glenn rhee fanfiction #glenn rhee fic #the walking dead imagine #the walking dead fanfic #the walking dead fanfiction #the walking dead fic #twd fic #twd fanfic #twd fanfiction #twd imagine #collecting stories imagine

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justice4daisyjohnson · 2 years

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pretty princess

mom!wanda maximoff x reader

warning: unedited, i wrote this in 20 mins

summary: the one day you come home to a silent house

a/n: it is ridiculous how hard i had to search for a wanda smiling gif

word count: 832

masterlist | taglist | request: open

you didn't have a particular hard day at the avengers tower today, but you were ready to see your wife and little girl, to hug and squeeze them, to cuddle with them and watch a movie, to watch them fall asleep on you.

you had built the life you had dreamed of since you were seventeen.

now, married to the one and only wanda maximoff.

marrying wanda was the best decision you have made. you are the most happy you have ever been. knowing now that you are all okay, married, with a cute little baby girl, would put your seventeen year old mind to ease.

you worked at the avengers tower for years, it's where you met wanda. they all felt like family and respected eachother as family as well.

when you married wanda, you two decided to buy a house in the quiet part of new york. where you could have a yard with one or two dogs, where your kids could run around and lose energy.

you let wanda pick everything, everything was to wanda's liking and you did whatever she asked you to do. you put in a couple of suggestions but for the most part, wanda was in control.

wanda wanted a garden? you would search up the tools for it.

wanda wants an outdoor bath? you would be the first one in home depo the next morning.

wanda wants a open butterfly garden? you were googling which plants attract butterfly's.

wanda hasn't retired yet as a superhero. she was an on call agent, only going in if it was a disaster.

you on the other hand, spent 50% of your days at home while the rest was at work.

for now almost five years, you have been coming home from work to hear little cute giggles and wanda animatedly talking to your baby girl, alora.

today though, you didn't hear much. only aloras favorite cartoon in the living room.

you got concerned as this was a very rare occasion. only happening when either wanda or alora was sick in bed.

"baby? alora? baby, i'm home" you say, dropping your keys and your bag, now going up stairs to see where they are.

the app on your phone says wanda is at the house, but you haven't heard from her yet.

that's when you saw the light of your master bedroom bathroom was on. the door was shut and you heard light talking.

"wands?" you call out, "i'm coming in"

very quickly, the door locked and you couldn't get in.

"uh, i need you to stay out for a couple minutes" wanda says.

"where's alora?"

it was a couple seconds before you heard giggles and wanda shushing, "she's uh- she's with me"

"babe, come on, what's going on"

"nothing! just wait outside"

you try to wait patiently on the edge of your shared bed but with your line of work and the secrecy wanda has right now doesn't mix well in your stomach.

finally, the door cracks just a bit and wanda's head pops out.

"i'm excited to present to you, alora maximoff- y/l/n!"

your little baby, alora, with her pretty pink tutu skirt , no shoes, and a plain white sleeveless shirt.

"mama!" she yells out as she bounces towards you.

you pick her up and place her on your hip.

"how's my little girl do-" you stop yourself when you see the new changes to her hair.

her strawberry blonde hair has now bangs. you remember her asking for bangs for a couple months but she gave up on asking you and has been bothering wanda about it.

you didn't think wanda would actually let alora have bangs but now that she does, you are surprised to say she looks even more adorable than ever.

"what's this?" you say, lighting touching her bangs

"i got bangs, mama! you like?" she says, smiling brightly.

"oh i love them, my little princess!" you say, hugging her tight and giving her kisses all over her face.

when you felt wanda's hand on your waist is when you stopped.

"i did cut myself" wanda mentions as alora tries to catch her breath.

"you did an amazing job, darling" you say, kissing wanda on the lips before you turn back to wanda.

"i was thinking, what if we have pizza today for dinner?" alora starts cheering, you and wanda laugh at her and you place her down carefully so she can run off to the kitchen.

you finally turn to wanda, looking down at your beautiful wife.

"did you really like how it came out?" wanda asks with her sweetest voice.

"yes, darling. she looks adorable" you confirm and she smiles more.

twirling her hair in your fingers a bit before you meet her eyes again and pull her into a kiss.

wanda's arms wrap around your neck and you grab her thighs to place her on the bed before your hands go to hold her waist.

"mama! mommy!"

#marvel #wanda maximoff spoilers #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff fluff #wanda maximoff fanfiction #college wanda #wanda maximoff #wanda marvel #mom!wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x reader fluff #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda maximoff x you

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perception-sets-it-fair · 8 months

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Stucky Fics

Weirdly enough it took not watching Marvel anymore to get into these boys.

One or both is in the Avengers

The Best Way to Wake - LeeHan Bucky was in the ice and was found a year after Steve. Steve is determined to make Bucky’s experience better than his was.

Head Over Heels- Chiyume Bucky (re)learns things about himself when taking dance class with Natasha

My Albatross Always With Me -LolitaBlue Bucky Barnes joins the Avengers team as a weapons developer. Steve has an attitude about it.

Rhapsody in Pink- 1918 After chemical castration from Hydra, Bucky’s libido is causing some hallucinations.

Like A Good Little Soldier Girl_Back_There, xPixelx Bucky gets brought on as a sniper to the avengers team. Steve has a lot of feelings about it.

Pour the Guinness buckybarnesdeservestobehappy (hutchabelle), lyn7 Modern Bucky meets Steve at a bar and does not realize who he is.

Sorry, Not Sorry Art_By_DrowningByDegrees, SoftObsidian74 Vet Bucky really resents Cap. And thinks he’s hot.

Through a dark night, without a sunrise, love will tell us where to go LunaCanisLupus_22 Bucky can’t remember being the winter soldier but that doesn’t stop him from being wayyyy interested in Steve.

Retired Avenger(s)

Song of the Rolling Earth - the1918 Steve is living a quiet life on the farm when he saves a young man who got hit by a car.

if you're looking for jesus (then get on your knees) - voxofthevoid former captain gone rogue meets agent Bucky

ABO fics

Love Me Tender Like What Keeps You Well thiccbuckybarnes Retired Widow captain Steve Rogers and young omega Bucky. Jane Austen vibes.

Wanna Feel the Heat With Somebody- 2bestfriends Omega Bucky finally takes a risk and gets a new job. Too bad his boss is way hot.

On the cover of Alpha's Health -Jerana photosheet, omega captain america Steve

Heart of Fools- Claudia_flies alpha captain america, hired omega Bucky

Mistletoe Season- lordeofstucky Christmas fic, Captain/alpha steve

The Omega Protection Act - Imagineitdear omega rights, omega Bucky, past non-con

The Way I Feel For You -Becassine avengers fake dating with omega Bucky.

Lullaby for Futures Lost - Oh_i_swear ex-special forces nanny Bucky taking care of omega Steve’s baby while he does his avengers stuff.

(Not A) One Night Romance Girl_Back_There, Oh_i_swear Dad Steve and younger omega Bucky. His kids don’t exactly approve

A Year and a Day Julie_dAubigny (burningbrightly) mistreated omega Bucky with a mysterious past rescued by Steve. Medieval ABO.

Dad/Single parent fic

you will always be my favorite form of loving thiccbuckybarnes dad steve, college student bucky

On The Back Of A Raindrop - musette22 dad steve, gardener bucky

I wanna be yours-prettylittlehead22 dad bucky, art teacher steve

Songbird-chicklette washed up star Bucky, art student Steve

(Not A) One Night Romance Girl_Back_There, Oh_i_swear Dad Steve and younger man Bucky. His kids don’t exactly approve

Prince Charming - Brenda Tattoo artist Bucky is a bit of a matchmaker and loves the ladies. Then he meets Steve.

Home Is Wherever I'm With You by cydonic Bucky moves next door to flip a house. Cue adorable dad Steve next door.

Veteran/military

All About Sarge - Izulkowa, myfailsafe ptsd processing featuring adorable dog.

A Higher Epsilon- deadto27 veteran/dogwalker Bucky, meet-cute

Can't Keep My Hands to Myself - AHM1121, MissyRivers Bucky is a tattoo artist/yoga instructor. Steve needs a way to wind down.

Prince Charming - Brenda Tattoo artist Bucky is a bit of a matchmaker and loves the ladies. Then he meets Steve.

Sorry, Not Sorry Art_By_DrowningByDegrees, SoftObsidian74 Vet Bucky really resents Cap. And thinks he’s hot.

Human Au- College

Learn Me Hard Oh, Learn Me Right -AHM1121 math tutor Bucky

On Thin Ice-fandomfluffandfuck. Friends with benefits college hockey au. (feat. daddy Bucky)

Alkynes of Trouble by yammz Nerd Bucky, Jock Steve, lab partners.

Human Au- Sex work

E is for Escort VenusDoom3 escort Bucky hired by Tony for Steve.

Whiskey & webcams by fallenangel69 Bucky does camwork and roommate Steve gets very curious. (gay Bucky, Steve discovering his sexuality)

General human au

The Big Board buckybarnesdeservestobehappy (hutchabelle) Bucky Barnes, senior news anchor at SHIELD and stat guy Steve.

I was alone, I took a ride (I didn't know what I would find there) unremarkable Shelter 2007 au artist Steve

A Very Specific Type- yammz Bucky has a type and silver fox Steve fits it.

Then a small thing happened by beaarthurpendragon- Bucky’s combat photographer career ends with an accident. He goes to a lake house next door to Steve’s mom. (Grief,astronaut Steve, Christmas)

chemistry-deadto27 Bucky has a disappointing one night stand with Steve but keeps running into him. Yoga instructor Bucky, Photographer Steve, Bucky making rom-com level bad decisions.

Put It on Repeat, It Stays the Same by giselleslash The boys get snowed in and realize that fwb is not working for them.

Give me a pen, I'll write you a story orphan_account Bucky gets to meet his author idol. A huge misunderstanding starts them off on the wrong foot. Bdsm with sub Bucky.

The House on Winter Lane ClandestineMira (LoquaciousJargon), Duchess_On_Fire Former MIT student Bucky after a car accident lead to losing his parents and his arm. Works for construction company and starts hooking up with silver fox Steve, who is building the house that was Peggy’s dream. FWB/angst/grief.

#stucky #stucky fic #stucky fic recs #Stucky rec list

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m-jelly · 1 year

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Country living - Stargazing

Pairing: Sheriff!Levi x Fem!Levi

Genre and tags: Modern AU, romance, fluff, married, date night, sheriff Levi, country living.

Concept: Levi's been busy due to a large number of tourists coming to the quiet town you live in, so you two haven't had a chance to be romantic with each other in your first summer together as a married couple. Levi is determined to sweep you off your feet, so he plans a date.

Tag list: @ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @skittlelover69 @li-anne @nyxiieluna @nbinairyn @thebobaprincess @youre-ackermine @notgoodforlife @galactict3a @demonsimp6

You sat in the window seat at home with the windows open, a book in hand with a lemonade resting on the small table with music lightly playing on the record player. You smiled at the warm breeze drifting into your home feeling like warm arms wrapping around you in a loving hold.

You turned a page before gazing out at the view of a field soaked in the light glow of the summer sun, swaying trees in a cooling breeze, a lake sparkling in the light and tall mountains in the distance. You smiled as you watched bees busy themselves and butterflies flutter by.

You put your book down and took a sip of your fresh lemonade. You felt so at ease and at peace in this moment. However, there was one thing you were missing and that was your darling husband. Levi had been so busy with tourists coming to your cosy town to marvel at the views, play in the lake and go hiking. Plus, you had incredible fruit and veg that grew here.

You smiled softly when you heard familiar boots walking on the path to the back of the house where you were. You gazed at the path to see your husband in his tanned sheriff uniform approaching you. You giggled as he took his hat off and raked back his soft raven hair and gazed at you through his aviators.

Levi leaned against the window frame and eyed you in your summer dress with your legs on show. "Good afternoon ma'am."

"Afternoon."

He tilted his head. "Got a report that a pretty lady was the new stunning view in town, so I had to come see for myself." He shook his head and hummed. "Mm, mm, mmmm. I must say, you are a delight for the eyes."

You giggled at his playful words. "Well, sheriff..." you turned in your seat and slung your legs our the window before reaching forwards and dragging his sunglasses off "I am more of a delight to touch."

Levi gazed at you with his perfect steel blue eyes. "Tch shit darling, you always know how to get my heart racing." He parted your legs and stood between them as he leaned up. "Kiss?"

You wrapped your arms around his neck and smiled. "You can get as many as you like."

He purred at you as he leaned closer and captured your lips. "I have a plan."

"Mm?" You started doting his face in kisses.

Levi smiled at your affection. "Well, I haven't been home with my sweet sexy wife, so I was thinking we have a date."

You pulled back and looked down at Levi. "What? Really? Don't you have things to do?"

"I have put things in place so I'm not needed unless there's an emergency." He pushed his hands up your thighs and under your dress. "I'm all yours."

You launched yourself out the window and into your husband's strong arms as you both giggled. "YAY! You're all mine."

Levi stumbled away from the window and squeezed you. "I have a date planned."

"You do?"

He nodded as he spun around with you. "I'm going to make us a nice little picnic, we're going to take it to the bottom of our wonderful big garden and play some music as we eat and dance together."

"Mm, sounds like a dream." You played with his hair. "We staying there all evening?"

"Yes. We're going to do some stargazing."

You jumped down out of Levi's arms. "I'll get things together!"

Levi chuckled as you climbed through the window. "Cute."

He followed you and cleaned up your reading spot before joining you in the kitchen. He made a few things that you asked for and packed the basket. He grabbed the record player and picked up a few records to play as you enjoyed the sun setting. The last thing to do was for Levi to change into comfy date clothes.

Levi held your hand and walked with you down the garden to a nice little spot. He put out the blanket and sat down with you. He pulled you close against him and fed you your dinner as the sun slowly set. He nibbled your neck as music softly played on the record player.

When the sun was gone, you both lay back on the blanket and watched the stars slowly appear. You hugged Levi's arm as he pointed at constellations and told you about them. You turned your head and just gazed at Levi as your heart fluttered in your chest.

Levi turned his head and smiled at you. "I've lost your attention, haven't I?"

You blushed a little. "I'm sorry, you're just so smart and handsome. I love you so much."

Levi smirked before kissing you. "I love you too. You're the best thing to happen to me. You're incredible." He purred at you and yanked you onto him. "You're better than any star in the sky."

You tangled your fingers in Levi's hair and kissed him. "You are wonderful, Mr Ackerman."

He slapped his hands on your ass and gripped hard. "You make me wonderful, Mrs Ackerman."

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imdoingmybest0 · 10 months

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Sweetie; part 3 Bob Floyd x F! Reader “Sweetie” 18+ minors please do not interact :)

(Bob gives me soft-dom vibes and this is a reflection of that feeling)

Series with @blimpintime, go check out the Jake "Hangman" Seresin x F!Reader story they’re writing, our stories are intertwined :) !!!!

As Bob pulls the bike back and forth through the streets, I silently hope that he can't feel my heart beating into his back. When we pull up to a stop light glowing against the dark sky he reaches his hand back and rubs his palm along the outside of my thigh. He has to know. I swallow dryly and move my hand to squeeze about halfway up his thigh. Bob stiffens against me and his hand stills before tightening its grip. When the light clicks to green he moves my hand, but instead of returning it to his waist he moves it lower.

Bob moves my arm to rest lower around his hips and I gently slide my other one to meet it. Bob's body is rigid as he pushes us forward and moves us down the street. As we pass the entrance to the port Bob rubs a hand across my forearm and shifts his hips slightly full of nervous energy. I think I can feel him half hard through his jeans but I convince myself I’m imagining it. That I am getting my hopes up. I try to just hold on a little tighter and enjoy the ride.

Bob pulls up to a dusty blue, shotgun house with white trim and a large porch. The porch is lit by multi-colored glass string-lights giving it an enchanted glow. The house was surrounded by a delicate chest high fence with a small gate off the side and a small driveway. There was a swing with matching pillows on the opposite side of the porch from the front door and a wicker coffee table in front of it. A few plants hang from the gentle slopes of wood between the roof of the porch up. Actually there were a lot of plants, one sat on the coffee table and there were a few placed tastefully along the rest of the porch. The tiny yard was mostly one large flower bed with a tree and hedges growing along the side. I can't help but stare, it’s so cute and quaint. For a man who dropped bombs for a living he had a very adorable sense of style.

We pull into the driveway and come to a smooth stop and untangle ourselves from each other, I slide off my helmet and hold it in front of myself. Bob stands and does the same then smiles softly at me before he speaks, “Would you like to sit on the porch?”

I’m surprised by the offer, then I realize Bob is giving me an out. I don’t have to go inside if I don't want to. We could sit on the porch like a courting couple and then he would offer to take me home before the clock hit ten, then kiss my hand goodbye again when he dropped me off at my apartment. I smiled up at him and tried to sound innocent when I asked, “I was actually going to ask to meet the Captain.” Bob smiled at the mention of his cat and took my hand and led me through his garden. As the lock turned in the door and the curtains in the window shuddered and a series of short demanding meows rang through the door. As Bob swings the door wide the little orange blur races slightly away before circling back to rub on Bob's legs and then turn and run again, then back to Bob's legs and repeat that until he sees me. The Captain approaches me and I slowly reach down and let him smell my hand to decide if I may stay. All of the sudden Captain rubs his cheek along my hand and I give him a gentle scratch before standing straight to see Bob beaming in my direction.

“He likes you. That means I definitely like you,” he explains and I laugh at the goofy cat-dad vibe Bob is giving off. He shuts the door behind us and we kick off our shoes and I glance around. The living room is made of mostly wood and wicker, with dashes of blues and greens.

“Make yourself at home,” Bob lifts the helmet from my hand and hangs both of ours on hooks next to the door, “Would you like some water? If you're hungry I could make dinner.”

“I’d be fine with some water if you don't mind,” I smile at him and gently sit on the edge of the couch as Bob smiles and makes his way towards the kitchen. I see a few posters on the walls advertising Surf Competitions from the 70’s and 80’s. Others were sun bleached promotions for a boardwalk full of rides and promising fun.

Bobs returns with two brightly colored glasses full of water and hands me one before settling down into the couch. I take a small sip of my water and gently set it down on the coffee table. I lean back and settle in next to him and he slides an arm around me. I blush at the contact and look up at him.

Bob smiles softly, “Would you like to watch a movie?” I turn towards him and he stiffens as I run my hand up his chest in an attempt to reassure him. I lean in slowly and place a single soft kiss on his cheek. His cheeks are dusted pink and his mouth is slightly agape but then breaks into a smile. It's his turn to lean in and softly capture my mouth. His lips are soft and I feel the slightest pickle of stubble on his chin.

When we separate he is smiling like a kid in a candy shop, “You kissed me.” His voice is a combination of breathlessness and surprise.

“How could I not,” I said bashfully. This makes him lean in for another kiss this time with a bit more passion. I deepen the kiss, our bodies moving closer and I feel a gentle hand slip cautiously onto my hip. I scoot a little closer and his grip tightens momentarily. We pull away and Bob rests his forehead against mine, as our panting breaths intermingle.

“Wow,” Bob finally manages to get out and I giggle. Bob squeezes my hip again and grins at me. “Would you like me to put on some music, Sweetheart?”

“As long as you have good taste,” I retort. Bob clasps a hand to his heart in mocking hurt before grinning and giving me another quick peck on the lips.

“I’ll find us something good Sweet Thing,” Bob says as he picks up the remote clicking on the TV and pulls up a playlist called ‘Sugar’ and presses play.

I giggle and put my hand over my mouth, “Bobby, do you have a sex playlist?”

He grins over his shoulder at me, “What if I do?” He drops the remote and closes in on me, forcing me to lean back into the couch surprised. He is pressed close and his tongue darts out along his lower lip, “What if I spent all day putting it together just for us?” My face heats up and his eyes dart down to my lips, “Do you think it’s a coincidence it's called Sugar, Sweetheart?”

Then he pecks my lips and stands, offering me a hand, flustered. I take

it. He pulls me up and into his body with ease. His arm snakes around my waist and he holds me firmly, “And I couldn’t help but notice,” he smiles at me hungry, “you keep calling me Bobby without knowing the consequences.”

My heart rate increases as Bob leans in to whisper softly in my ear, “Would you like to know the consequences Sweetheart?”

I slowly nod and Bob brings a hand up to cup my cheek and kisses me deeply, “Then let me show you.” His fingers interlock with mine and he gently kisses the back of my hand before leading me through the living room and kitchen to the bedroom at the back of the house.

His bedroom is cozy, there is a string of the same glass lights along the ceiling above the bed. There are more plants sitting in the window sill and short bookshelves full of books of all sizes and colors. His bed has a plush green comforter and white sheets. He pulls me back into him for another kiss and turns me so my back is to the bed, I softly lower myself onto it. Bob props one knee on the bed to lean down and hold our kiss.

He slowly pulls away and then gives my lips another quick peck, “Just a minute.” I watch as he gently shuts the door, presumably to keep Captain out. He grabs a lighter off his night stand and lights a few candles placed around the room, one on the nightstand, two on the dresser and one on the window ledge. I can still softly hear the music playing from the living room as Bob makes his way back in front of me. He gently kneels into the soft rug on the floor and I redden at the implication of his position.

He places a gentle kiss on my thigh still wrapped in my jeans and the other.

He looks up at me and smiles softly, “Is this alright?”

“Yes,” I whispered to him. His hands glide slowly up my legs to my hips. He gently hooks his thumbs through the belt loops holding me firmly and giving me a gentle squeeze. He leans up and kisses me slowly. His hands gently slide under the edge of my shirt. When his fingers connected with my skin I inhaled sharply. His touch is electric against me and my heart races faster.

“Would you like me to take my shirt off?” Bob questions gently.

“Please,” I plead, knowing what his skin feels like against mine I’d desperate for more. He grins at me and his hands leave my hips and grip the collar of his shirt and in one smooth motion pulls it from his torso. He’s slender and muscular but I'm more interested in the black ink etched into his skin.

He has two matching vines along his collar bones wrapping over his shoulders. There is a dagger on his sternum slightly below his pecs pointing down to stomach and small bunches of flowers along his hips. I hear Bob chuckle at me and I realize I’ve been staring.

“Do you like them? A lot of people don't expect it,” he laughs lightheartedly. I slowly reach my hand out and run my fingers along the tattoos on his collar and down to the one on his sternum and he shivers slightly under my touch. I giggle at him before he captures my lips in another kiss.

“Sweetheart, I don't think you know what you're doing to me,” he kisses me again before his hands return to my hips. Before he gently taking hold of the hem of my shirt, “May I?”

“Yes Bobby,” I say and then he’s gently lifting my shirt from my body when I remember suddenly I had decided not to wear a bra that morning. I blush as my breast is exposed to the cool air and I hear Bob emit a low groan in the back of his throat.

“Give me some warning next time Sweetheart, I think I almost passed out,” Bob chuckles. His hands slide painfully slow up my body coming to rest over my ribs, just close enough to run the tips of his thumbs just below each one. I shiver and softly moan, my body is already on fire and his ghostly touches are making me desperate.

“May I?”Bob asks again, I glance down. He admires my topless torso, seeming to enjoy touching me as much as I enjoyed being touched by him. I giggle and run my hands over his shoulders, over his neck, and to his jaw to tilt his face up to mine. I land one slow, firm kiss on his lips, which he returns with fervor.

“Yes Bobby,” his face lights up at my words and he kisses me again, this time sliding gently sucking and biting at my lower lip. As he kisses I feel his hands slowly move across the heaviest part of my breast and gently lift them to feel the weight. Then he gave them a gentle squeeze before his slender fingers found my nipples and I whimpered at the contact.

“Oh Shit,” Bob pulls away from the kiss resting his forehead to mine.

“No, that was a good thing, I liked it,” I rushed to explain, worried he thought he’d hurt me.

He looks up from my breasts and gives me a smile that is almost animalistic.

“Sweet Thing, I know how to tell when I’m doin’ a good job. I just didn’t think I could get any harder,” he says before leaning down to pepper kisses down the front of my throat, forcing me to tilt my head back. His lips connect with my collar bone and then slowly down his sternum. He finally moved his hands from my chest and moved my arms so that my hands are looped lazily around his neck.

His mouth finally makes contact with the sensitive skin between my breasts and then his head turns to each slide to gently place kisses on both of them. He then moves to kiss one of my pebbled nipples, then rolls his flat tongue over it. I moan softly and I feel Bob's lips turn into a smile before giving the same treatment to its twin. My hands find the short hair at the nape of Bob's neck and my fingers curl into it, earning me a soft moan vibrating into my skin.

“You sure you wanna go there baby?” Bob mumbles into my chest and looks up at me. My heart races as I move my fingers to tighten in his hair once again. At the tug bob's hands slide from their resting positions on my hips and up my back to curl a hand in the back of my, and give in a slow squeeze close to my scalp. I lean my head back into the sensation and I softly inhale.

“Oh Sweetheart,” Bob says playfully, “You're full of surprises too.” he kisses my stretched neck as hands wraps around my hips to pull me closer to the edge of the bed before his hand slides along my lower back, fingers dipping just below the waistband of my pants.

“I've got at least one more,” I smirk down at him in a moment of teasing confidence. His eyes snap back to mine in shock and then his face morphs into want.

“Tell me baby,” he sounds gentle, clearly thinking I'm going to give it to him for free.

“No way,” I smile down at him, “but i'll give you a hint.” While speaking I slowly run my hand over the dark ink on his collarbone and then down his sternum and back up. His eyes light up with realization.

“Where,” he smiles excitedly and I shrug in response. His face falls a little but I remedy that with a kiss.

“Find it,” I say with a smirk and then lean back on my hands.

Bob is on top of me in seconds pushing me back into the bed with one knee between my thighs and our lips connected. His hands roughly roam my body as if trying to feel for bumps in the skin. His hands make their way down to the front of my jeans but pauses a moment, I nod as we kiss and he's pulling them roughly down my thigh and continuing his hands in search. He pulls away to work my jeans the rest of the rest of my legs, leaving me laying in nothing but my panties, legs half spread as Bob looks me over.

He smiles and reassumes his position on his knees from earlier, kneeling in the rug on the floor. I lean up on my elbows and look down at him.

“Giving up?” I ask in a teasing tone. He smiles at me and gently pushes my knees apart and my heart starts to beat again. He gives me that same hungry grin from earlier.

“Not in the least, just wanna give you some incentive to just tell me,” He smirks as leans down closer to my pussy, only covered by a thin layer of fabric. He kisses my thigh to either slide, moving painfully slow. Then he finally starts to kiss the fabric between my legs, setting my nerves alight. I gasp and his hands find my hips and squeeze.

“Now do you wanna tell me Sweetheart?” I shake my head no at his question and he just smiles and kisses the fabric between my sex and his mouth again.

Bob hooks a gentle finger into the gusset of my panties, close to my dripping cunt. I feel myself clench from his fingers just being so close to where I really want them to be. Bob slides my panties off to one side and I see him smiling to himself.

Then he leans down and slowly licks my clit while keeping eye contact with me. I cry out softly and reach one hand for his hair but he grabs my wrist.

“No way,” Bob smiles coyly at me, “as much as I’d love to, this is a interrogation.” He licks at my clit again while simultaneously sliding two fingers through my wetness. He swirls his tongue in repetitive motions around my clit as I moan and move my hips towards his mouth. He places one hand firmly on my lower stomach to keep me still. His fingers move inside of me a curl to search for the spot that will unravel me. He knows he's found it when I fall back on the bed and both of my hands grip the sheets. He keeps moving steadily against my pussy, holding me steady and moving me closer to closer to an orgasm.

I start to feel a hot coiling deep within me, I'm going to cum, but before I can even warn Bob he's pulling away. I sit up enough to see him smile at me and then go in for one last lick from my hold to clit. My sensitive folds twitch at the contact.

“Want to tell me now Sweetheart?” Bob asks, “If you do, I can finish what I started.” I consider my options and then slowly wave my hand indicating for Bob to move backwards. He moves enough for me to roll over, his bed is just high enough for my hips to settle comfortably on the edge and my legs still fall off the side.

I smile to myself at the obscene view I'm giving the poor WSO. Ass in the air, wet pussy exposed by my panties being pulled to the side, and of course my one and only tattoo. A Valentine's candy heart asking him to ‘Kiss Me’ placed boldly on my left cheek. Bob is silent behind me, but I hear a soft shuffle and then feel warm hands slide across my flesh. I moan at the touch and move my hands back into his touch.

“Oh sweet girl,” he chuckles and his fingers tighten into my skin, “my sweet, sweet girl.” His lips connect with the place I knew my skin was scared with pigment and then to the other and then over and over again placing soft kisses down to the back of my thighs. His fingers pulled my thighs apart causing cool air to caress my warm pussy. Bob moves my thumbs and spreads my labia even further apart and I feel his warm breath panting against my clit before his pliable tongue moves over my it.

“Bobby,” I cry out and press my face into the comforter. It's soft against my face and smells like Bob, woodsy and light at the same time it has a unique undertone. Bob passes his tongue through my folds once again, and rubs my clit in small circles as and as his tongue worked its way into my convulsing hole.

Bob hums into my pussy and presses my hips into the bed, his face following. I moan as my body starts to heat up. Bob moans into me and he holds me a little tighter and I start to hear the wet sounds his mouth is making against me. I pressed my face deeper into the comforter and cried out when he pulled away again.

“Please sweet girl,” I heard him mumble as he pressed his lips into my soft flesh again and again. “May I?”

“Yes Bobby, please, just please,” I whimper into his bedsheets.

“Okay sweet girl, condom or no? I’ve got a vasectomy and I’m clean but it's up to you,” he kisses up to my neck and grinds himself into my ass, and I feel that he has stripped down to tight boxers. His body is hot and pressed flush to mine.

I turned to look at him over my shoulder, “Why the vasectomy?”

I feel him grind into me, then his arm snaking around my torso and then he softly grabs my chin to lean in and whisper in my ear.

“Cause sometimes Sweet girl,” I feel his boxers slide down and his cock comes to rest against my ass, “I can't help myself.” I moan and push myself back into him. He settles his cock between my folds, wetting himself before noticing his tip in me. I twitch around him and rock back slightly to push him into me a little further.

I feel the hand resting on my chin slide down to my throat and his other hold onto my hip. Bob murmurs in my ear, “Do that again and I might break you sweet girl.”

I test him and push a little further back, and he groans from deep in his throat. His hand on my hip slips around my body to rub my clit. As he makes contact he begins to slowly slide deeper into me. As I moan at the stretch of him his hand tightens slowly around my neck.

“Sweet girl,” he mumbles into my ear as he bottoms out hip flush against mine, “you squeeze me so well.”

“You’re so big,” I cry into the sheets. Bob chuckles a little and his hips move to give me one shallow thrust.

“Oh really sweet girl? Do you need a second to relax?” He purrs gently in my ear.

“No,” I choke out, “please Bobby give me more.”

Bob chuckles and pushes back into me, “I like it when you beg sweet girl. You sound so pretty and desperate.” Then he gives me another shallow thrust only pulling out an inch or so before sliding back in. He repeats this again and again. The pressure and the friction build and I feel myself tightening around Bob. His hand rubbing my clit presses harder and circles faster.

“Bobby please I’m close,” I say practically shaking.

Bobby grunts and thrust a little faster, “Hold on for me baby,” his grip tightens around my throat and he kisses along the back of my neck. He groans in my and his breathing comes in shorter and shorter breaths. His hips start to clap against my ass and I can tell he’s getting close.

“Let go sweet girl. Melt for me.” He grunts into my ear as I leave to go around him. My walls flutter and I almost go cross eyed from the pleasure. My body stiffened as my hips moved against him. I feel Bob pump into me a few more times before he holds me tightly, hand falling away from my throat to hold me to his chest.

We lay still and sweating through before Bob pulls out of me and places a few gentle kisses along my shoulders. I feel him move away from me and hear his bedside drawer open. I feel a soft cloth wiping down my legs and pussy. I roll half way onto my side and watch Bob wipe himself down.

He grins down at me before tossing the rag into the hamper in the corner. He walks over and leans down to kiss me gently on the lips.

“What else can I do for ya, sweet girl? Water, snacks, blanket?” he says with a winning smile. I giggle at his goofy demeanor and scoot up on the bed so I can get more comfortable.

“How about you and I curl up together,” I say. Bob's smile widens and he moves forwards as I scoot back, kicking the blankets for us to crawl under as I go. Bob slides in next to me and wraps me tightly in his arms, both of us still nude. He peppers kisses along my face and neck.

“Oh sweet girl, I think this is the best date I’ve been on in a while.” he huffs out.

I laugh softly at him, “ How long is a while Bobby?”

He smiles bashfully at me, “Going on two years.” I look at him a little shocked.

“You look like that, drive a motorcycle, and know how to treat a woman in bed and you haven't gone out with someone in two years?” I was surprised, looking up at him.

“Well,” he says smiling down at me, “I haven’t met anyone like you in the last two years.” I feel myself blush and I curl closer into him.

“You’re so cheesy,” I giggle at him.

“I think you like it,” he smiles, caressing my arm.

“I really do,” I say, settling into him.

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AN; Idk why this took me so long to write but here it is :) I also posted some of the songs that would be on Bob's sex playlist', it's kinda a weird mix but lmk what you think

-okay, bye, thanks for reading, love you <3

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