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also over the weekend I made fried rice with 5 cups of rice because there were 8 people. it was so much fried rice. I was just like that one guy who shows up on oven mitts
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TF141 Meeting Soap’s Little Sister (a.k.a. You)
CoD ML
The task force didn’t know what to expect, but it certainly wasn’t this. They already have to deal with Soap’s husky antics, which can already be too much to handle. Multiply that by two and no one, especially Simon, wants to deal with that.
But they certainly wouldn’t mind the company of the woman in the doorway.
Why on earth didn’t Soap warn them?
For John, it’s the sweater paws. For a second they make him selfishly want to dress you in one of his sweaters.
For Simon, it’s the way you shyly hide behind your brother, a habit you still have at your big age. Normally he loathes shows of fragility, but yours is endearing to him. For the first time in a very long while, it kindles something in him.
For Kyle, it’s your eyes. He simply can’t look away even though he’s aware it makes you uncomfortable.
“Lads, meet my sister, Y/N.” The adoration Soap has for you is plain to see in the gentle smile that plays out on his lips, proud to be your brother and amused you’ve barely changed from your younger days. Why else would you look at him, lowkey terrified of the strangers he’s brought into your home. “It’s awright, hen. They’re good men, even the big bawbag with the skull mask. Go oan an’ introduce yerself.”
Clutching your brother’s sleeve, relieved he’s home and glad for his protection, you introduce yourself. “Hi, I’m Y/N.”
And in that moment, without so much as trying, you have your brother’s unit wrapped around your finger.
So much so that Simon removes his balaclava before he even crosses the threshold. Unbeknownst to you, it’s extremely rare to see the man without his mask and always leads to the unit members exchanging surprised glances.
“What’s this, LT?” your brother asks, badly faking disbelief.
“Proper etiquette. Plus, I can’t eat with the thing on.”
“Oh, so you do eat. I thought ghosts didn’t have ta.”
“Johnny…”
“Just messing with ye, Ghost.”
“Ghost?” you ask.
“It’s my callsign, miss. I- I mean, Y/N.” He keeps his distance, but tries to make himself as small as possible to seem less intimidating. “We ain’t on duty now, so’s just Simon.”
“I see.”
Throughout the night, your brother’s comrades try to win your favour. Kyle offers to help set the table, teaming up with John who beats him to it by lifting the stack of plates in your hands. “Can’t have the lady of the house do everything, can we?”
“But-“
“Please, Y/N, allow me.” His features soften, though there’s a strange glint in his eyes you can’t name. Nevertheless, it sharpens further into sterness as John turns around and starts speaking like you’d imagine he does out in the field. “Gaz, get over here. We have to help our hostess out.”
“You… you really don’t…”
“It’s the least we can do,” Kyle reassures you, shown up at your side at the first word of the captain. “We’ll try to do it neatly.”
“Oi, Gaz, stop being cheeky and get moving.”
“Yes, sir.” Kyle sighs. “He makes it sound like we’re on a battlefield. Fortunately, this is less severe, innit?”
“It might be if there aren’t glasses between now and ten seconds,” John mutters, circling around you two to put the last plates down and move on to cutlery.
“Ever the perfectionist. Where do you keep them?” Kyle asks.
You point at a cupboard. “Right there.”
“Okay. Y/N, we’ll do a proper job. Promise.” And with that, he’s off to help set the table.
While cooking, you observe Simon dawdling around the kitchen. Or, rather, as you discover when you lift your head to check what’s going on, he’s forced to thanks to Johnny.
“Och, just offer yer help. Ah dinnae ken, chop some veggies. Also, she’s into video games- Y/N!” Johnny slaps Simon on the shoulder, feigning ignorance. “Can this wee bawbag help ye with anything?”
“Stop calling me that,” Simon grumbles through gritted teeth.
“Do you cook?”
“He-“ Soap opens his mouth to answer for his friend yet finds himself cut short.
“Haud yer wheest, John. I was nae asking you, I was asking Simon.” Holding out your spatula as a threat to your brother, you turn to the gentle giant.
Simon looks at you through his lashes, but quickly averts his gaze when your eyes meet. “I dabble. Try to put proper grub on the table sometimes.”
“Help me do the same?”
“Uh… sure.”
“Lovely!”
“Have fun, LT.” Johnny offers you both a cheeky grin, then turns on his heel to return to the others.
And so Simon finds himself cooking alongside you. Truth be told, you partially did it to save him from his brothers in arms. Regardless of how well he knows them and the amount of time he’s spent with them, their extroverted personalities still wear him out. His silence is telling, different from the intimidating version he dropped the moment you opened the door. You’ve seen how his eyes glaze over, occupied with dreams you can only guess at. Occasionally he’ll nod and make a noise to make the others think he’s listening.
Nevertheless, it’s still surprising Simon tries to start a conversation.
A conversation that goes in all sorts of, mostly nerdy, directions. So soon you find yourself listening to elaborate explanations of the lore of various FromSoftware games, a topic Simon passionately enlightens you on.
He stops mid-sentence when you chuckle. “What?”
“You have a nice voice.”
“Oh… uh… thanks.”
“Jesus, Y/N, you’re some kind of miracle worker.” Gaz walks into the kitchen to grab another beer from the fridge. “How’d you get Ghost to talk?”
Simon glowers at his companion, but stands down when you gesture for him to remain calm. “Sometimes you simply need the right person, a genuine heart that listens. Now, boys, let’s eat.”
“Food?” Johnny calls from the couch.
“My days, what are ye? A husky?” you call, only partially truly annoyed.
Dinner is an amiable affair. The men (yes, even Soap) censor themselves, finding it inappropriate to start effin and blindin in your company. All the same, they include you in the conversation however possible and fall silent when they notice you want to chime in. Unbeknownst to you all, Johnny is especially vigilant none of the other men makes an advance towards you. Sure, you’re a grown woman. Nonetheless, to him, you’ll always be the wee bairn he held as a four-year-old boy, the barely grown girl who couldn’t stop crying when he was deployed for the first time.
You’re his little sister, the only girl he’d gift the moon if he could.
That being said, though, should you end up with any member of the unit, he dearly hopes it’s Simon. So it’s actually quite reassuring for him to see you two get along as well as you do.
“Two peas in a pod,” Soap mumbles, the words muffled by beer and the clinking of cutlery.
The lads gesture for you to remain seated while they clear the table and do the dishes.
“‘S alright, Y/N. Leave it to us,” John says when you try to get up from your chair.
“You really don’t-“
“No, no. Please.” The bear-like hand on your shoulder is gentle though strong, persuasive in its conviction for you to remain seated. “A small favour, really, to repay your kindness.”
The table cleared, John and Simon excuse themselves for a quick smoke. In the meanwhile, Johnny and Kyle wash the dishes.
For dessert, you sit the men down with coffee and tea to enjoy with a scone.
Kyle falls a little more for you when you show you’re full of contrasts. Shy on the surface yet so fierce when defying your brother. “I was doing fine, crocheting my time away without puppy antics.”
“I’m nae like a dog.” Your brother stops mid-bite to protest.
“Johnny, yer a bloody husky.”
“Well, at least I’m one that did nae get shot.”
“Oh, haud yer wheesht, like you ever will. Just enjoy yer scone and tea. Wait!” You hasten to the fridge to retrieve a jar of orange marmelade. “Here, have this.”
“Homemade?”
“‘Course. It’s not like I’ve forgotten how you dislike store bought.”
“Thanks, sis.”
“Thank you for coming back in one piece, bro.” You turn to the men, who all sit up, alert. “And thank you for bringing my brother home.”
John has to restrain himself and not give into the urge to plop you in his lap. To make sure he won’t, he tucks his hands between his legs when you brush past him to retake your seat across the table.
Simon is good at hiding his emotions, but definitely wouldn’t mind it if you leaned on him and talked some more about video gaming. He loves the way your whole expression brightens when you do and would like nothing better than for you to be his player number two.
Stories and small talk, with the occasional silence to appreciate being alive and well, fills the kitchen as the arms of the clock creep closer to midnight.
At some point you stifle a yawn. Unfortunately, not before your brother catches you doing so. Johnny looks at the clock then back at you. “Alright, lads, it’s been great. However, despite her stubborn arse refusing to admit it, Y/N’s getting tired. Now being the great big brother I am,” the harsh slap on the upper arm does little to make him pipe down, “I think it’s time I show all of you the door.”
John, Kyle, and Simon get up without so much as a word of protest. After all, it’s bad etiquette to wear your hostess out nor does it help your chances with her.
You expected only a handshake as a farewell. Nevertheless, it’s hard to refuse the open invitation for a hug John gives you. His embrace is warm and gentle, testing out the waters to see what you will and won’t allow. His chest rises and falls with a satisfied sigh when you let him rest his head on top of yours. To be honest, it’s nice and comforting, the way he rubs some heat into your arms. “Goodnight, love. Thank you for the splendid evening.”
Kyle’s hug is more casual, like you’re a dear friend he’ll see again in the short run.
“Can I get a hug from you too?” you ask the man standing by the door, who has his hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans. For a moment Simon seems about to step forward. Yet, for whatever reason, he remains where he stands.
“I don’t think-“
“Please?”
How can he say no now? His mind short-circuits when you wrap your arms around his waist. His hands hover in the air for a moment before he places them lightly on your shoulders. “Thanks for tonight, Y/N.”
“Had fun?”
“I did.”
“Glad to hear it. Also,” you lean back to look at him, “keep the mask off. You’re not a lieutenant here, not Ghost.”
An amused hum escapes Simon, though later in the car he’d have to keep denying Kyle’s allegations he saw him smile. “Copy.”
“Go oan, I won’t keep you any longer.”
“Y/N?”
“Hm?”
“Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, Simon.”
You watch the men clamber into John’s car. They’re all staying the night at his place before heading off home.
“You like him, don’t ye?”
“Who?”
“Ghost.”
“I don’t know him.” Johnny gives you a quizzical look. “Simon, though, perhaps. He’s a good man.”
“He is.”
The only man who has his blessing to court you.
Who he hopes will truly be family one day.
His future brother-in-law.
#CoD x Reader#Soap McTavish#John Price#Ghost x Reader#Simon Riley x Reader#John McTavish#John Soap McTavish#Kyle Gaz Garrick#Captain John Price#Simon Ghost Riley#CoD MW Ghost#Ghost CoD#CoD Ghost
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austin - missin’ her daddy
Summary: your daughter has had a bad day and just misses her daddy.
Pairing: dad!austin x mama!reader
Word count: 430
Warnings: dad!austin, fluff, sliiight suggestion of sex
MASTERLIST
A/N: just pretend the gif isn’t Austin!Elvis and it’s just Austin and that she’s like 5 instead of a toddler thank you 😩
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You had just got your son and daughter from school, buckling your daughters car seat for her as your son did his own. Before you could even ask how their days went, your daughter absolutely exploded into a mess of screaming and crying and yelling for her daddy. She’d always been a daddy’s girl, from the day she was born. You didn’t mind, your son was more of a mama’s boy so it evened out.
“Where’s daddy? I want daddy! I want daddy, mama!” Along with many other screams containing similar wording left your daughters mouth. You felt terrible, her teacher had informed you she’d had a pretty exhausting day and did incredibly well not have a tantrum in class at all, despite it being obvious she really needed to.
“Daddy’s at home, cooking dinner, okay baby? You’ll see him soon.” You cooed, your son also trying his best to calm his little sister, very much taking after his dad.
The drive home was tense to put it lightly, you silently admired your son for trying his best to help his sister instead of joining her with the screaming and carrying on. You pulled into the driveway, your son unbuckled himself and ran to the front door, waiting for you to unlock it. You picked your daughter up to get her out of the car and held her hand as you closed the car door, walking her to the front door. The second the lock clicked open, your daughter dropped your hand and sprinted as fast as her little legs would carry her to her daddy, screaming as tears ran down her burning cheeks.
“Oh, sweetheart. Come here.” He cooed, instantly he put down the knife he was holding to cut veggies and picked her up, holding her on his hip as she cried against him. ‘That’s gotta hurt the throat’ he thought as her held his daughter, who was in total hysterics in his arms. You soon emerged into the kitchen, placing the kids school bags down, looking somewhat defeated.
He gave you a concerned look as if to say what happened?
“She’s just had an exhausting day, her teacher said she’s been asking for you all day. But she was an angel and didn’t even have a tantrum in class.” You replied, praising her for being so well behaved.
“Is that right, princess?” He asked her, gently moving her blonde locks out the way of her eyes with a finger. She nodded against his face.
“I’m sorry. Daddy’s got you now, it’s okay. Do you want to eat dinner in your pyjamas? Would that make you feel a bit better?”
“Mhm.” She nodded, wiping her own tears messily.
“Okay, let’s go get you changed. Tell mama you love her first, for me.”
“I love you, mama.” She reached out to you for a hug and a kiss on the cheek, Austin still holding onto her bottom half, making you both chuckle.
“Daddy loves you, too, mama.” He smiled and kissed you rather passionately before taking her upstairs to her bedroom to get her into some warmer, comfier clothes. He turned to shoot you a quick glance as he took your daughter out of the kitchen, a glance that said ‘I’m gonna rid you of all that stress the second these kids are asleep tonight.’ making you chuckle at him as he raised an eyebrow at you, confirming you knew what he meant and then exiting out of sight.
You sighed as he wandered upstairs, so grateful for how much of an amazing dad he was, so much so you even heard a giggle come from her, wondering how he’d managed to do that, as she was screaming at the top of her lungs just 5 minutes earlier.
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Who are the people that Toby likes the most?
Natalie, Jack, and Ben!
Toby has known Natalie for about 5 years, and Jack for 4, and Ben for 3. ok now im gonna do long ass headcanons for their relationships bc im just soooooooo silly . .
toby and natalie knew eachother when they were at the height of like.. using murder as a relief/power trip. it was a really sick and fucked up thing to bond over, and it wasnt something either of them took lightly or as a joke. but it was something they did talk about, moreso 'let me tell you about my night' and they'd kinda just allude to the murder part of it. eventually, natalie stopped killing as much (and stuck strictly to freak weirdo men at bars/clubs who try taking advantage of ppl). toby doesn't have the luxury to stop bc he only did it when the situation/order calls for it.
they usually just lounge around together. watch trash reality tv, natalie was ashamed of her art for a while but toby loves getting her to show him her stuff. toby taught her how to axe throw and cut down trees. he helped fix up the barn she stays in so it's actually livable. he even got brian to help with shit like insulation cuz theres no heat/ac in it. sometimes he does her hair if shes having an awful night. she never had someone to brush her hair growing up, having no mother/sister/girl friends, and finds it to be insanely fucking relaxing. lulls her to sleep so quick. it reminds toby of lyra and he cried one time after she fell asleep from it. she never found out about it.
toby was the first proxy to be nice to jack. not that tim and brian were horrible to jack (only after he was . . 'tamed' i guess). but toby was the first one to like, bring him things, talk to him, actually attempt bonding. if tobys feeling lonely and natalies not in the mood to entertain, jack was almost always welcoming. ok maybe not welcoming in the like :) hiiii toby. way. but in the. 'ok yea whatever come in i guess' way.
jack used to cook a lot before he was sacrificed. now he doesnt have the same taste buds, and while he can eat human food, its all pretty bland to him. best he can enjoy is insanely spicy stuff, and thats more sensation rather than flavor. BUT TOBY. that fucking dude can EAT. he's brought like a fat steak and veggies and rice and random shit to jacks and asked him to make him dinner. and oddly enough jack was willing to do it. toby continued to do that stuff. jack didnt know about tobys CIPA for a while and was baffled when this white boy from rural colorado could actually handle the spice anytime jack made south asian food LOL.. ("how much spice do you want" "i dont care make it as spicy as you like" "toby are you sure of this" "yeah i can take it").
of the 3, toby is the least close to ben. mostly bc ben is best fucking friends w jeff and toby doesnt like jeff very much(who does?). plus toby figured ben was like a kid and wasnt exactly crazy about being besties with a 12 yr old. But then ben played some video games with him. ben doesnt really Act like an. ipad fortnite tiktok middle shcool type of kid so toby was like Oh he's cool i guess.!
they dont have much in common at all tbh, didnt have similar childhoods and toby didnt play many video games growing up. BUT toby finds so much joy in just having a fucking boyish childish fun stupid relationship where he could play video games and talk shit and eat like crap with yk. they have a very brotherly friendship and it's kinda weird for toby being on the big sibling side of something, but he's fond of it. they get into petty arguments about stupid shit, and went a while without talking bc toby punched jeff and jeff was bitching like 'uumm dont hang out with that prick' and ben was like lmfao ok. toby didnt even realize ben wasnt talking to him tho. . ("hey sorry i was avoiding u jeff was bitching" "u were avoiding me ?????")
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Undead Unluck Cinderella!AU: The Masterpost
Hi :3 it's been a while, but i had been non-stop drawing to bring you all the Cinderella!AU cast with UU characters, i will write the basics of the story later bc i'm incapable of writing long paragraphs.
The drawing that made me start this AU
Let's start with our protagonist, Fuuko as Cinderella:
But our dear protagonist needs her mice friends:
We got our mains first: Haruka, Top, Gina, Sean and Chikara, taking the places of Jaq and Gus
I remember that there were mice kids/children, the younglings!
Phil, Bunny, Tatiana, Lucy and Betty (almost forgot her)
Mice! Veronica and Tella are here to take care of them/protect them from the evil cats
With how many chores have to be done everyday around the house, there have to be some specialised mice:
In the kitchen, Billy works with the sweets, Enjin helps with the almost everything (he's too passionate for this job) and Rip cuts the veggies. Yusai can´t be let near the drinks alone, but she always knows the best one for the occasion.
There's so many clothes that need mending and cleaning, the Sewing Team: Latla, Kurusu and Leila, are the right mice to do the job.
(ps. i bet Kurusu and Gina smugled that book to make cute dresses for Fuuko)
Sooo many books to keep clean and organised in this house, good thing Mice Anno Un and Akira are doing their damn best to keep the house library in peak condition, they even have the time to dramatise Fuuko's favorite romance books for everyone
Mouse Feng does everything around the house, why? because he wants to be better than Fuuko in everything
Miscellaneous Mice bcs i don't know in what role do they fit: Grandpa Isshin, Creed, Mei, Shen, Mui, Mui's little brother (do we even know his name?), Ms. Hawkins and Void.
And we can't forget our dear doggo Burn, taking dog Bruno's place
This Au is not complete without some villains
Human! Luna as Lady Tremaine, BUT she's not Fuuko's stepmother, Lady Luna is a distant relative, grandfather's niece and further kinda deal
Lady Luna has three kids:
Big Brother Soul, the kind of person to say "BuT wE aRe FaMiLy" when he does something bad to Fuuko but would absolutely not tolerate any of Fuuko's mistakes
Middle Brother Apocalypse, evil? no, no, no, he's a tsundere, the kind to say "i'm not washing the clothes because i want to help you or anything! it's just that you are too clumsy". Fuuko sees right through his bullshit and thanks him eveytime she can to Apocchy's embarrassment
And Little Bother/Sister Ruin (i'm more inclined to fem!Ruin), she's considerably more aggressive to Fuuko than the rest, her aggressiveness spurred on by her mom Luna and big brother Soul. Apocalypse has tried to help her to no avail.
THE CAT! Why should we limit ourselves to one evil cat, when we can have FOUR?
Shadow hides in the dark corners and stairs, waiting for an unsuspecting victim, putting themselves in the middle of the path to make them trip
Blood wakes up and craves violence, he scratches the furniture, the curtains and people... Fuuko stays the fuck away from this evil cat
Spoil can't be let alone with the food, he steals it but he doesn't eat it, no, he enjoys watching it spoil and the faces of disgust from the people that find his masterpiece, fortunately dogo Burn is always guarding the kitchen.
Seal enjoys watching the desperation in peoples' faces as he slowly pushes the fine glassware from the top drawer to the cold hard floor, unfortunately for Seal, Mouse Feng is always watching
Do you remember the Gran Duke? the poor man was so close to die, but for this AU, we have the Grand Duke and Duchess, Nico and Ichico (Which one is who is up to you)
We got our King! King Juiz, KING JUIZ, KING JUIZ!!!
If you saw the third animated Cinderella movie, you would remember the Queen's paintings, and i decided that we need a Queen (an alive one), salute our dear Queen: Queen Victor!! (do you forgive me for putting him on a dress? 🥺)
At last, we need our prince for this AU, but why have only one?!
Crown Prince Andy and Second Prince(ss) Julia
We need our Fairy Godmother to bring some miracles to life! And i couldn't pick anyone else for this role than my beloved, Spring 🌸
Let him have some fun!!
This is the real last one, but although it wasn't a sentient character, it would be unforgivable not casting Clothy as Fuuko's dress
(Can you imagine what Andy would do to Clothy once he discovers that he's Fuuko's dress? 💀)
That's all the character designs for this AU, and now i can start drawing some scenes for this AU.
Enjoy this AU compiled timelapse for all the designs in the meantime!
#undead unluck#cinderella au#character sketch#fuuko izumo#undead andy#andy izumo#uu luna#uma soul#uu apocalypse#uu ruin#ichico nemuri#uu ichico#nico vorgeil#juiz d'arc#undead victor#victor d'arc#julia u stitia#everyone else is a mouse or another animal#Sun is dead in this au#uma spring#uma clothes#clothy#i can't tag eveyone
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pairing:Seungmin x fem!reader
genre:fluff
warnings:cursing
𐙚it’s my first time writing something like this so i don’t know if it’s good!!
~You and Seungmin have a hate-love relationship since you are Hans little sister, you are always mean to each other but you’re also there for each other.You came to visit your brother and you’ll be living with them for a month, you thought your attraction towards him was gone until you saw him again~
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Reader:
I walked out of the airport looking for my brother when suddenly i felt arms wrapping around me “you’re here dumbass!” my brother Han yelled while fake crying “yeah yeah okay i missed you too” i laughed and turned around so i can hug him “let’s go all the members are excited to see you again” he smiled and lead us to the car ‘even Seungmin?’ i thought but brushed it off i don’t even like him anymore. The ride to the company was full of laughter and music, i love spending time with my brother he’s my best friend.
Han guided me to their room and showed me the guest room that i’d stay at, i started organising my stuff until “dumbass come here!!” the members are here. My heart was beating fast ‘What is Seungmin gonna think?’ ‘Do i still like him?’ the thoughts running through my head while i walked out to greet them “there you are!” Chan said with a big smile and open arms, i hugged him along with Changbin and Jeongin, Felix, Lee know, Hyunjin and I did our handshake while laughing and for last Seungmin, i looked at him the baby face was gone, his bangs had pink stripes and he was taller than before, without hesitation he wrapped his arms around my waist. After a while of catching up we decided to cook something since i love cooking (if you don’t like cooking i’m sorry!!). As i was cutting up some veggies i heard the guys talking “when are u gonna give it to her?” i could hear Felix’s voice “say it louder she didn’t hear you!soon i just need time” Seungmin answered quietly, i smiled at his sarcastic comment but i was curious about what he wants to give me.
Everything was ready so we sat down to eat i sat next to Jeongin “Jeongin switch sits with Seungmin” Lee know said “what!? why!? i’ve missed her” Jeongin fake pouted and held my hand, i giggled and looked at him “do you want to eat tissues?” Lee know asked Jeongin while looking at him straight to the soul “ugh fine!” he got up and Seungmin was now sitting beside me.”Hyung why did i have to change sits??” I giggled at Jeongins annoyed but cute face “I’ll tell you later” Lee know answered while still eating ‘huh? what is happening’ either i’m too stupid or they are too sneaky, everyone was eating and laughing but i couldn’t stop thinking about this weird tension between Seungmin and I “i’m so full!” Changbin whined “Are u sure you don’t want dessert?” Hyunjin teased him while knowing the answer “now that i think about it i’m not that full” Changbin said with a grin, i laughed at him and got up “cmon we have to clean up and then we’ll eat dessert” i started taking the plates while the others were helping. Seungmin and I were taking plates and tea spoons for the dessert when i heard him “can i talk to you later?” my heart skipped a beat “uh sure!” i said with a smile on my face i couldn’t help but admire his features all over again, his glassy eyes, his plump lips and his pinkish cheeks “stop looking at me like that brat” he smirked “i um sorr-’’ “what can a man do to get a dessert in this house!?!?” we heard Changbin complain while Han was laughing.
We finished dessert and started getting ready for bed cause tomorrow we had a full scheduled day, as i was walking to the bathroom i opened the door and Seungmin was the shirtless, i was staring i knew it but i couldn’t stop “shi- sorry i should’ve knocked!!” i panicked and covered my eyes “it’s okay” i could feel the smirk on his lips “i’m all finished brat” he passed me and walked to his room, i could smell his cologne, he smelled sweet i could get addicted. When i was done with brushing my teeth i said goodnight to the others and walked to my room, i sat on the bed and scrolled on my phone, after about 5min someone knocked on my door “come in!” i said as i saw Seungmins figur walking inside while closing the door behind him “ see? knocking is pretty easy” he chuckled “i said i’m sorry!!” “i’m kidding i’m kidding” he smiled and i could see he was holding a box in his hands “so what did u want?” i asked while eyeing the box “well uh-’’ he took a breath and looked at me “when we traveled to Australia for our tour i saw this and thought of you” he said while breaking eye contact with me and handing me the box, i opened it and a set of diamond earrings were inside “omg they are so beautiful thank you!” i hugged him tight, he held my waist and smiled “you’re so sweet!!” i smiled while admiring the earrings “yeah don’t get used to it” he rolled his eyes with a cheeky smile. We talked for a while and i tried the earrings on, they looked so good “ they suit you” he said looking at me through the mirror “thank you so much Minnie” “don’t call me that i’ll suffocate you” i laughed and shook my head.
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Things have been really good i’m having fun but there’s this weird tension between Seungmin and I again he has been more sweet and caring these past few days i’m not complaining tho! We are on our way to the beach so we could properly enjoy summer, im sitting next to Seungmin who has his hand placed on my thigh while he’s fast asleep “Seungminnn” i whisper into his ear “wake up!” he slowly opens his eyes and looked at me “ i hate you, why did you wake me up?” he answered coldly as his hand is still on my thigh “cause we are almost there” i look at him “don’t fall asleep again” i warned him. When we arrived Jeongin and i run towards the umbrellas to leave our stuff and then walked towards the water “grandpas cmon!” Jeongin yelled while we laughed at them, we played in the water with Felix,Jeongin and Changbin for a bit until Seungmin came “i’m stealing her for a bit i hope you don’t mind” he flashed a smile and dragged me out of the water gently, we walked away from the others when he stopped and just looked at me “what’s up?” i looked at him, the sun helping me see his beautiful features once again “ you know i never got the chance to talk to you alone so i found the best time now” he started “look since i met you i’ve always wanted to take care of you i saw you like my younger friend” he looked at me “ aw Seungmin thank yo-’’ “i realised i don’t see you only as a friend” he interrupted me, i stared him in shock, my crush of God knows how long actually likes me “i’m sorry i shouldn’t have told you that” he looked disappointed and started walking away “Seungmin! wait!” he turned around “what?” i hugged him tight
to be continued..
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Right on Time (Ch. 1)
When Ava makes the jump, she’s assuming that she’ll emerge in one of Jillian’s 1,000 rooms, or maybe in Cat’s Cradle, if she’s lucky. Instead, when she bursts through the Arc, she’s back in Adriel’s stupid fucking upside-down cake of a church, about 20 feet from where she took a lethal hit of Divinium shrapnel (totally unnecessarily, as it turns out) and almost died. There are at least two dozen people she doesn’t recognize gaping at her. It’s not what she’d hoped, to say the fucking least.
When her ears stop ringing, she hears feet pounding on cement and a broken, “Ava!” And suddenly, she’s good. Because the body hurtling toward her? That’s exactly who she’d been hoping for.
“Beatrice.”
And of course it’s Beatrice, still somehow graceful as she stops from a dead sprint in front of Ava. Beatrice, who is the least composed that Ava has ever seen her, including that one time she came home early from the bar and accidentally walked in on Ava naked-lounging on their bed after a shower. She can see Bea’s frantic eyes trying to analyze every part of her body for injury, her hands hovering as close as they possibly can to Ava’s body without actually touching her. She doesn’t let herself touch Ava, because, and Ava knows this, because she knows Beatrice, she’s worried that she’ll hurt her. It’s very sweet and absolutely not going to work.
Ava throws her arms around Bea, pulling her close and whispering into her neck, “It’s okay, I’m okay, I promise.”
Ava’s senses are still acclimating to this world, so she’s hyperaware of every part of Bea. She lets herself drop into the sensations, lets everything else fall away. Bea smells different, the normal hint of cloves replaced with something much more clinical and antiseptic. There’s the familiar press of knives against her sternum and stomach, moving with every hard breath. Across Bea’s back below the straps of her knives, Ava feels cotton, smooth against the pads of her fingers and much softer than the fabric of her typical tunic, below that, the tense muscles of Bea’s shoulders and back. Ava presses in gently, curling her fingers into muscle in the way she used to when Bea was tensed up over the books in the bar, or hunched over the cutting board clearly taking out stress over Adriel on the veggie of the day. It seems to work—she lets out a breath and leans her body into Ava.
After a moment, Bea’s arms circle her waist, holding her tightly, and she murmurs, lowly, “Ava.” And Ava lets out a small sob of relief because Bea’s voice around Ava’s name is exactly the same as Ava remembers, the low pitch taking Ava back to nights in Switzerland, when Bea would half-wake at Ava’s return from a late shift, throw an arm around her on reflex and whisper her name into the dark of their bedroom. It was Bea at her least guarded and Ava knew it was a gift to see her that way, relived those moments as often as she could when she was stuck in the hellhole that is Reya’s realm. Bea tightens her grip, and Ava can’t believe she gets to have this again.
She lights up, literally, as she does these days, the halo sheltering Bea in its glow.
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While she’d have preferred to stay wrapped up in Bea for at least a few hours before having to acknowledge anyone else’s existence, they get about a minute before other members of the OCS converge on her.
Or, they attempt to converge on her. The second Beatrice hears movement toward them, she turns around and they almost simultaneously take a step back, all except Camila, who flings herself at Ava and then pulls Bea into a hug with them both.
As they pull apart, Ava smiles at Cam and takes Bea’s hand, keeping her close. She can’t help but notice the looks Bea is getting from the other sisters and randoms (former followers of Adriel? The Church? Some other badly-dressed cult?) taking up space in the basement. Bea must notice but doesn’t appear to give a shit. She keeps hold of Ava’s hand and steps forward just slightly so she stands between Ava and the strangers. Ava, having just spent who fucking knows how long getting the magic metal in her back supercharged by a god, could flatten everyone in the room without breaking a sweat, would do it without hesitation if any of them made a move toward Bea. But she doesn’t pull Bea back, just squeezes her hand and admires the set of her shoulders—protective Bea is just as hot as she remembers.
Hotter, even, as she stands there in what must be clothes loaned from Arq-Tech security, tapered black pants tucked into familiar boots and a long-sleeved black shirt with the Arq-Tech logo on the sleeve. Ava never really thought the paramilitary vibe would do it for her but she also never thought a fucking nun’s habit would be top five on her list of turn-ons either so she’s down to roll with basically whatever at this point. She has a sudden vision of Bea as a mime. She could learn to love stripes. Ava lets herself stare for a second longer before turning back to Cam.
Camila is smiling her biggest smile, tears in her eyes, and she reaches out to squeeze Ava’s forearm.
“Welcome home. We missed you.”
Ava isn’t willing to let Bea go right now, but she turns her hand somewhat awkwardly to grip Cam’s forearm back, letting her smile grow as wide as it can. She feels tears start to prick at her own eyes.
“I missed you, too,” she wipes at her suddenly wet face, “so much.”
Camila steps into a half-hug, wrapping her arm around Ava’s waist and leaning into her side. Unlike Bea, she’s back in her habit, the semi-tactical version, and suddenly Ava, wrapped up in two of her very favorite people, is crying harder, the weird, happy tears of disbelief she hasn’t cried since the early halo days, years ago (years ago) now. Bea presses close in concern, body still between Ava and whoever is out there, the hand not in Ava’s coming up to wipe away the tears on her cheeks. Ava presses up to kiss her forehead, smiling and laughing as she comes back down.
“I’m counting this as the next, Bea. You ready?”
Bea’s eyes are still clouded with concern but her smile grows as big as Ava has ever seen it. She’s beautiful.
Bea blushes.
“Said that out loud, huh?” Ava shrugs, keeps grinning. “You should probably get used to it.”
Camila gently jostles Ava.
“You’re very cute, the two of you. You’ve also got an audience. Are you feeling well enough to travel? Just back to Jillian’s.”
Ava moves forward, pulling Bea to her side, so she can see the rest of the room. Camila’s right. If anything, there are more people in the room now, most with more recognizable Arq-Tech or OCS affiliation. They’re staring at her, not even pretending to be doing anything else. But Ava sees all of their eyes keep flickering back to Bea, like they’re keeping track of exactly where she is and what she’s doing. Ava doesn’t like it, purposefully angles her body so that the halo is visible to them, lets it flash to life and hum lowly. There’s a murmur. Good.
“Cam, who the fuck are all these people?”
Camila ducks her head around to look at Ava’s back, comes back with a raised eyebrow.
“Thought I’d give them something to look at, at least. In fact...”
Ava smiles, decides to show off a little as she lets the halo create a dome of light and warmth around the three of them, now able to keep Cam and Bea protected with hardly a thought. It’s worth it for the looks she gets from them, delight and awe from Camila, something like relief and affection from Bea. The murmur grows louder. Ava can feel their eyes.
“To answer your question, Cam, I feel fucking fantastic. Please get me out of this room.”
Camila nods and starts walking toward the elevator.
“Of course. Let’s go.”
Ava falls in behind her, Bea at her side.
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Ava takes the ride as a chance to be as close to Bea as possible. Camila basically shoves the both of them at the back door before hopping into the driver’s seat. Ava climbs in first, tugging Bea in after her and throwing her legs over Bea’s lap, tucking herself into Bea’s body. Bea cradles her close. Ava’s not actually in her lap, but this is the closest comfortable option for a car ride. It’s not the safest position, but she could literally wrap the van in a bubble if she needed to (Reya fucking sucks but she did teach Ava some cool new tricks) so she’s not worried about it.
As they pull into the road, Camila calls Superion, puts the phone on speaker.
“Camila. Is it true?”
“Yes. She’s back.”
The tentative and hopeful “Ava?” that comes through is almost enough to make Ava cry again.
“It’s me.”
There’s a sob on the other end of the line. Bea’s arms tighten around her.
“Welcome home.”
And then Ava’s crying again, pressing her face into Bea’s neck while Bea runs her fingers through her hair.
“We’re on our way, Mother. Half an hour so.”
“Good, good. We’ll see you soon.”
Camila looks in the rearview, actually winks at Ava when she catches her eye.
“Actually, could I speak to Dora? I was hoping to discuss the logistics of the Arc and revising temple clean-up timelines.”
Superion answers after a moment, confusion evident.
“I’m sure she’s here somewhere but can it not wait?”
“I just wanted to get a head start because of...the weather. Beatrice can keep Ava company while we discuss the details.”
“Ah.” Superion says, obviously amused. “Yes, of course. Let me go find Sister Dora for you so that you two might discuss...the potential for rain. Hello, Beatrice.”
Ava stares out the window at the clear blue sky, wonders how it is that being very badly wing-womaned by two nuns invested in her queer lady romance isn’t even close to being the weirdest shit that’s happened to her in the last day alone.
“Hello, Mother Superion.”
Bea’s voice is even, because of course it is, but Ava sees the pink in her cheeks, runs her thumb along the color, watches it become more pronounced.
“It will be nice to have you back at the house.”
“Thank you. It will be good to be back.”
Back? Has Bea been gone? She raises an eyebrow at her. Bea traces it with her thumb, murmurs, “tell you later” into Ava’s ear. She shivers and makes a kind of embarrassing, and definitely loud enough to be heard in the front seat, noise. Camila clears her throat.
“Right. Any word on Dora?”
She takes the phone off of speaker and busies herself working through what, Ava puts together from key words, is total bullshit mixed with some small talk.
Ava takes full advantage of a moment alone-ish, letting her hands wander, tracing patterns across Bea’s sternum and over her bicep, down her arm, along her jawline and the shell of her ear, taking note of the things that make Bea’s breath hitch and filing them away for later. And, like, they’re not fucking in the back seat—everybody’s clothes are on and she’s keeping it PG—but it’s gotta be just as bad, maybe worse, in terms of shit other people don’t want to see. Because Ava’s just like, adoring Bea, or whatever, with Camila right there in the front, and she knows it’s fucking gross, way too intimate for anyone but the two of them. Ava’s pretty much beyond shame at the moment, what little she had abandoned in Reya’s realm, but she feels a little bad for subjecting Cam to their...whatever it is. Not too bad, though, because she basically gave Ava a thumbs up (a wink, actually) to all but jump Bea and Cam will 100% be giving her shit for this later, anyway. Now, though, Cam appears to be totally ignoring the rearview (really throwing traffic safety to the wind here), her voice much louder than necessary as she speaks to Dora.
Bea lets Ava’s hands wander and keeps hers mostly still around Ava’s body, steady and sure, eyes always waiting for Ava’s when she looks for them. Ava knows that she and Bea have to talk. Of course they do. But she’s just spent a few years hanging around gods and demi-gods and angel-demons whose only understanding of physical contact is violence, not that Ava would’ve been looking to cuddle one of those total fucking egomaniacs anyway. It’s just, after the halo, she had gotten used to being tactile with the people in her life, to showing affection and care with her hands. She had taken full advantage of her ability to touch, and to let herself be touched (or to decline to be touched). And then she was alone again, able to touch but almost always through violence, able to feel but offered little more than pain. Reya touched her to mess with the halo, occasionally, and while Reya wasn’t Sister Frances, Ava always felt the echo of her, of that kind of violation, a perfunctory interest in Ava as the inhabitant of a body she was obligated to care about.
So Ava kept the phantoms of Bea’s hand on her face, Bea’s arms around her, for as long as she could, thought over and over of the casual brushes of her hands on Bea’s back and shoulders in the bar and in their flat, of the press of her body in sleep, of the sensation of Bea’s hair, damp from the shower, when she’d cave to Ava’s begging and let her play with it, sometimes keeping in the braid Ava loved weaving over and over.
(Bea taught Ava to braid a week into their time in the flat, after she caught Ava watching her put her own braid together before training. She brought home some colorful thread, taping it to the table in front of both of their chairs in sets of three.
“Bea.”
She had kissed her cheek for the first time, then, a little overwhelmed with the simple kindness of Beatrice. Bea had looked something like bashful, lifting her shoulders lightly as she sat, “It’s great for dexterity.” After a moment, quieter, “And I thought maybe you would like to learn.”
After a night of sitting and practicing with her like she hadn’t been doing it her whole life, like there was nothing more interesting than watching Ava learn to fold the string into a pattern, Beatrice had smiled at her and said, uncharacteristically shy, “Maybe tomorrow you could try with my hair. If you’d like.” Ava had to stop herself from kissing her.)
She’d tried so hard to live on memories of touch, and it had kept her going. Now that she’s back? She’s not going to deny herself the comfort of touching Bea, of feeling Bea’s touch. They’re making up for a lot of lost time.
“I like your new look,” Ava says as she pulls at the fabric of Bea’s sleeve. “Mercenary chic. You’re,” she makes eye contact with Bea, “killing it.”
Beatrice laughs. Ava wants to make her laugh forever. Ava is in love.
“Dr. Salvius sent some clothes.” Bea had been gone, then. Ava bookmarked that for later. “I couldn’t wear the habit anymore. I won’t be putting it on again.”
Ava stills her hand on Bea’s elbow, presses gently.
“Bea.”
She smiles at Ava. Jesus, Ava is fucked for her. Absolutely gone. It’s the best feeling in the world.
“I knew before we went to the temple, Ava. It was always going to be my last mission for the Church. As a sister, anyway.” She eyes Camila in the front seat. “I want to talk to you about it. But later?”
“Of course,” Ava resumes the pattern she had been tracing on Bea’s forearm.
After a moment, Bea moves her hand from Ava’s legs to touch the material of Ava’s tunic, runs her fingers along the patterns pressed into the dark leather. She doesn’t ask, but Ava answers.
“It’s stronger there. There’s a kind of…energy that Reya wraps around it, but it doesn’t work here. She did teach me to do something like it with the halo, though—it’s pretty fucking cool. I’ll show you later.”
Ava covers Bea’s hand with her own and taps their twined fingers gently on the leather.
“And anyway this was really only for training, for everyday stuff. There’s a whole fuckton of other armor she has for the real fights. Honestly, Bea, it’s unbelievable.”
Bea’s body stiffens for a moment before she forces herself to relax. Ava feels the familiar pattern of intentional breathing against her body. In, hold, out. In, hold, out. Bea puts a finger under her chin and holds her steady, eyes serious.
“Ava. You said earlier that you were okay.”
Ava grins at her, “Fucking fantastic, I think I said. And I am.”
Bea rolls her eyes lightly.
“Right, yes. Fucking fantastic.”
Ava gasps, puts her hands over her heart.
“Language, Sister Beatrice.”
Beatrice leans closer, taking Ava by surprise.
“Not a sister anymore.”
Her voice is low, breath hot on the skin of Ava’s neck. Ava swallows.
“Well, fuck.”
“Language, Ava,” and Ava can hear the smugness in her tone, is so happy that Bea is teasing her that she could fucking cry. Ava immediately flips her off, and Bea grabs her finger, curls it gently back in to make a fist, which she pulls close to her chest.
“I know you said you’re okay, but Ava,” she squeezes around Ava’s wrist, serious again, “you don’t have to be. I know you want to take care of yourself and that you hate feeling like a burden. I understand why. I respect how independent you are,” a wry grin, “even when it makes my life harder.”
Ava flattens her hand and puts her palm against Bea’s sternum, feels the press of leather where the strap of her knives sits. She stays quiet as Bea breathes in.
“But Ava, you are part of a family now. You are loved, and the people who love you want to know the truth, when they ask how you are doing. They want to listen and to be happy or sad with you, or to help you, if they can. It is not weak to let yourself be loved that way. I know this must feel a bit like the pot calling the kettle black. I promise I am working on letting myself be loved, too.” Bea smiles softly at her, her eyes growing wet, and Ava traces her hand up her neck, to her cheek. “You helped me understand that I might be worth loving, Ava, for myself.”
“Beatrice.”
Bea turns her face into Ava’s palm and presses her lips to the skin she finds. Ava’s body lights up.
“The point being, we all want you to actually feel fucking fantastic, and we don’t need you to pretend when you aren’t.”
Ava notices suddenly that the van is actually silent. Camila is no longer half-yelling at a sister in alternating languages. She is instead quietly driving, hands at ten and two, knuckles white on the wheel. Bea has noticed, too, is watching Camila quietly. Cam is the one who speaks next.
“I haven’t been listening. I swear. But Dora had to go and I’m waiting on someone to call back to confirm a transport plan for the Arc so I just happened to hear...”
“It’s okay, Camila.” Two voices at once. Cam makes eye contact in the rearview.
“She’s right, Ava. You’re our family. We love you. You don’t have to be okay for us to love you. We want to listen. We want to help.”
Ava sighs, leans up to grab Cam’s shoulder and squeeze before settling back into Bea, pressing a light kiss to her cheek.
“I...am going to need some help. I know that. But also I’m okay. It’s complicated.”
“It’s allowed to be complicated,” Bea says, intentionally loud enough for Camila now. Camila nods.
“I do want to talk about it. I really do. But first I want to eat like so much food. Can we please get ice cream? I really want ice cream. Also, weirdly, eggs. And a shower.” She groans in pleasure at the thought. “And, like, god, Bea, can we stay in bed for at least 4 days?”
She says it without thinking because she and Bea had been sharing a bed (in a friend way, because that’s a thing) for weeks before she left and bed had become theirs not hers, something she had held onto tightly when she was gone. She’s honest to god not even talking about sex (not that she wouldn’t ask Bea to stay in bed with her in a sex way, obviously, she just wasn’t right then because Ava would like to have an actual conversation about what’s happening between them that doesn’t involve the time pressure of a violent death or poor fucking Sister Yasmine lurking in the background). But she hears it the moment she says it and, welp, it’s out there now. Moment of loving friendship broken by Ava’s loud fucking mouth.
Beatrice chokes on air. Camila quickly reaches up to physically turn the rearview so that she can’t see the backseat. Which, like, aggressive. Ava didn’t ask Bea to fuck right here, right now. She didn’t ask her to fuck her at all! She pushes away the yet her brain throws at her. Not the time.
The phone rings again. Ava swears she hears a, “Thank you, Lord,” from the front before Cam is speaking loudly again.
Bea appears to have recovered—her cheeks are only slightly pink and she can meet Ava’s eyes. “We can do whatever you want, Ava.”
Well that certainly doesn’t help Ava’s brain stay on track. Beatrice clearly sees where her mind goes because she blushes and rolls her eyes. “What I mean,” she flicks Ava’s shoulder gently, “you pervert, is that we can talk whenever you want. I’m not going anywhere. Neither is Camila, or Mother Superion.”
And, right, Bea is being kind and reassuring and lovely, and Ava is grateful, resting her head on Bea’s collarbone and exhaling, “Thanks, Bea.”
Ava goes back to tracing patterns across the parts of Bea she can reach and they’re quiet for the rest of the ride, listening to Camila loudly and unnecessarily discuss meal schedules and whether they might have a movie night for the novitiates soon.
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When they pull into the compound, Camila is still on the phone, and she turns to the backseat to smile at them before hopping out, opening the back door for them, and making her way to the entrance, which is noticeably lacking the same kind of gawking crew she had been met with at the temple. Superion coming through, Ava is sure, and she reminds herself to say thank you. Ava takes the chance to press a kiss to Bea’s cheek and begins to extricate herself.
She’s pulling herself up and over toward the door when she feels Bea’s hands on her hips, gripping gently, and on instinct she sinks back down, and oh, yep, yeah, she’s straddling Bea. And Bea is looking at her own hands on Ava’s hips like maybe they’re magic. It’s very cute.
“Um, hi, Bea.”
Beatrice shakes her head and looks up at Ava, eyes still full of wonder, before the panic appears to set in. She starts to move her hands but Ava is quick, trapping them against the swell of her hips with her own and settling further down. She meets Bea’s eyes and smiles.
“It’s okay. I like it when you touch me like this. Unless it’s too much for you, and then I can...”
Ava starts to move a leg and then Bea is squeezing her hips again.
“No. Please stay. I...I like it.”
She runs her hands to the small of Ava’s back and lets her palms spread. It’s almost possessive. (Ava wants it to be possessive.)
“I missed you so much, Ava.”
Her voice is so earnest and gentle and Bea that Ava feels herself start to cry again.
“Oh my god,” Ava laughs out, moving her hands to cup Bea’s jaw, “I missed you too, Bea. So fucking much. There aren’t even...I can’t even tell you how much.”
Beatrice lifts a hand to gently wipe away a tear and glances outside to see Camila at the call box by the gate, still on the phone. Bea meets Ava’s eyes.
“Everyone is going to have a lot of questions for you, and I imagine Dr. Salvius will want to run quite a few tests.” She frowns slightly. “Although tell me if you need to rest and I can handle them for you. You should get whatever time you need.”
Ava smiles at her, moves her hands to rest on her shoulders and thumbs at the dips of her collarbones beneath her shirt.
“You’re sweet. I’m really kind of wired, Bea, but I promise I’ll tell you. I was serious about wanting to sleep, but I can’t right now.”
“Right. Good. That isn’t actually what I wanted to talk about. This might be the last moment we have alone together for a while and I couldn’t let it go without saying this." She breathes in deeply, holds Ava’s eyes. "Ava, I love you. I’m in love with you.”
Ava stops breathing for a second, can’t move, feels the halo hum at her in a gentle reminder. Bea must hear it because her face is suddenly concerned, hands moving to her waist and running over her arms like she’s checking Ava for injury. “Ava, are you…?”
Ava shakes her head, laughs. “I’m fine, Bea, promise. I’m more than fine. God. You literally,” it’s bad, she knows it’s bad, “take my breath away. The halo was just giving me a little nudge. I love you so much, Beatrice, holy shit.”
Bea is laughing and Ava is maybe the happiest she has ever been. She can feel the halo singing, waiting to shine, and she doesn’t want to stop it, but the light would be a bit much in the van. She lets it pour through her instead, warmth and light flowing through and from her body, the still-strange feeling of the glow in her eyes.
“Ava.”
Bea’s voice is awed, and Ava preens a little, because yeah, it’s fucking cool that she can do this now. She lets the energy fade and presses a kiss to Bea’s forehead before sitting back against Bea’s knees. Beatrice is looking at her like she’s the most important thing in the world, and the best thing is that it’s familiar, that Beatrice has looked at her that way for a long time, that Ava knows that feeling has nothing to do with the halo. She basks in it.
Bea says again, “I love you. Ava, I tried to say it before you left and I’ve been so afraid that I was too late. I never want to worry about that again. You deserve to know how loved you are. If it’s alright with you, I want to keep telling you,” her hands move back to Ava’s hips, almost unconsciously, “to show you, just how much I....” Bea catches herself and her face flushes and my god Ava had missed her, can’t believe she’s being given this gift, lets herself raise an eyebrow teasingly but otherwise stays quiet. Bea seems to gather herself. “I want to talk to you about this more, later. I just wanted to take advantage of a moment without an audience.” She frowns briefly in that thinking-Beatrice way, a look so familiar to Ava, imagined so many times as she waded through the bullshit of Reya’s world, that she almost starts crying again. “Although, Ava, I am so proud that I am the one who gets to love you and to be loved by you. I have no interest in hiding that.” Ava watches Bea raise her chin, sees the flash in her eyes, swoons a little. “I still have some of my own…baggage to deal with." A pause. "A lot of it, honestly, but none of it has anything to do with you. I am very happy for everyone to know that I am yours. Apparently most people already knew anyway. I just wanted it to be you and me, when I told you for the first time.”
Ava tucks a strand of Bea’s hair, escaped from her bun, behind her ear and strokes Bea’s face.
“You’re mine?”
“If you want me.”
“Literally never wanted anything more.”
Ava looks at Bea, hopes she can see exactly how much she means it, and then she lets her smile shift from loving to something else, lets the teasing she had pressed down bubble to the surface.
“I mean, just to get back to what you were saying before though, you said you wanted to show me, Bea, and I was just curious if you wanted to tell me more about...”
She’s cut off by Bea’s lips on hers, and she sighs out, chills breaking out on her arms when she feels Bea look for warm skin under the hem of her shirt, pull down just slightly so that Ava is pressed even more firmly against her.
There is a knock on the window. Of the open van door. There is a knock on the window of the open van door.
Camila is wearing a shit-eating grin and, totally unapologetic, crosses her arms and stares at them. “Sorry to interrupt,” Ava grumbles “liar” although Camila pretends not to hear, “but Mother Superion was getting concerned. Also,” her eyes are sparkling, “you appear to have forgotten that the door is open. You could at least wait until you get to bed, Ava, seeing as you’ll be there for what was it? Four days?”
“I liked it better when you were embarrassed, Cam.”
“Oh, never embarrassed, just not eager to be locked in the car with you while you two discussed your sleeping arrangements. I was already trying very hard to ignore the adorable and disgusting eyes you were making at each other. I expect many movie nights in penance.”
She tilts her head.
“Many movie nights with very strict rules about seating. And hands.”
Ava reaches out to shove her (Camila dodges, cackling) and very begrudgingly removes herself from Bea’s lap, holding out a hand to Bea once she has made it out of the vehicle. Bea appears to be holding up pretty well given that a month ago (two years ago? Ava’s timeline is a full disaster) Ava’s pretty sure she would have spontaneously self-immolated had they been caught in that position. She just clears her throat and climbs out gracefully, lets go of Ava’s hand briefly to straighten her shirt and close the van door before linking her hand with Ava’s again. She’s bright red and absolutely, stupidly beautiful and Ava is so happy she can feel herself glowing, doesn’t bother to stop it this time, the halo enveloping the three of them again.
Camila raises both eyebrows, “That’s new.”
“Yeah me and Hal got to be friends while I was over there,” Ava points a thumb over her shoulder, “so he picks up on my emotions more. It’s kind of fun.”
Beatrice says, “Hal?,” just as Camila says, “We’ll have to put you two in a bedroom on the far side of the house, then. You’ll keep us all up.”
Ava laughs delightedly while Beatrice makes a sound in the back of her throat that’s somewhere between embarrassment and exasperation. Ava tsks and pats her cheek before turning to follow Camila toward the entrance.
“Careful, Cam, or I’ll take it as a challenge.”
Camila laughs again, turning her head over her shoulder to grin at them.
“What a blessing for us all that Beatrice is here to keep you under control.”
Before Ava can respond, she hears Bea’s throat clear and a somewhat quiet, but definitely audible, “Only if she asks me to.”
Camila trips. Ava stops and turns slowly to face Beatrice, who is still red, may apparently now permanently be a slightly pink version of her former self, if the last few hours mean anything. But despite the blush, Bea has her head up and meets Ava’s eyes without shame, with a very attractive glimmer of pride, in fact. And this is a fun new development coming about 3 years sooner than Ava anticipated, honestly.
“Oh my god. Sister Beatrice.”
She gets, fucking wonder of a thing, a small shrug from Bea in response.
“Again, not a sister anymore.”
Well then.
Camila has turned back to face them, is looking at Beatrice like she has never met her but is so very delighted to make her acquaintance.
“Glad you took our conversation to heart, Beatrice.”
Ava will definitely be following up on that, but before she can start, she sees Beatrice’s face suddenly shift, become hard in a way that Bea almost never lets it be. Ava knows who Bea is, what she can do, how, even though she doesn’t seek it, she has killed and will most likely kill again. Those parts of Bea, the soldier-in-the-Army-of-God parts, are usually a well-kept secret, buried under a carefully maintained calm. But Ava sees that Bea here, eyes stone and unrepentant, jaw set.
“It becomes easier, I have found, to let some things go when you watch a lying god leave the woman you love to die on a cement floor.”
Well, fuck, that’s a real shift in mood. Ava is back at Bea’s side in a second, wrapping her arms around her and tucking her head into her neck.
“Beatrice.”
Bea’s body is rigid. Ava feels the box breathing for the second time today. In, hold, out. In, hold, out. Ava mirrors it, feels the body pressed against hers uncoil. Bea holds her closer for a moment before kissing the top of her head and pulling away. She gives Ava a small, reassuring smile and she’s back to normal Bea, finding Camila’s eyes over Ava’s shoulder.
“I apologize, Camila. I am obviously still working through some of my feelings.”
Camila is gentle, smiling at Beatrice without any hesitation.
“You have nothing to apologize for. Come on. Mother Superion is waiting.”
Camila opens the gate. Ava stays close to Beatrice, pressing as much of herself against Bea as possible. Bea twines their fingers together and pulls them after Cam.
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tagged by @rmd-writes thank you, lovely <3
we're switching things up this week because, surprise, there's a new idea running rampant in my head. So here's the first little snippet from an author carlos/ranch hand TK AU:
Whenever he visits the ranch house, the unmistakable feeling of home seeps into every part of him. It's a place that held all of their family gatherings, where his graduation party was held, where both his sisters got married (and where he hopes to one day have one of his own). Carlos' roots are so deeply planted in this very house and he finds that it will always have the power to pull him back, no matter what.
He looks at all the pictures on the mantle of the fireplace, of the many years of memories captured, and he smiles fondly at them all. Nothing has changed. His mother is still as sentimental as ever.
Andrea appears next to him, holding out one of her mugs full of tea. "Not that this isn't one of the most wonderful surprises, but what brings you home, Carlitos?"
He eyes her over the rim of his mug as he takes a sip. He winces slightly at the heat hitting his tongue, but his mother's famous tea soothes it quickly. "I need a reason to come and see my parents now, do I?"
"Of course not. You know you're always welcome home. I just mean we were only just out in New York to see you. So, it's not like it's been a terribly long time."
Carlos sighs. "Truthfully? I have been struggling to write, so Paul suggested I come home for a while and see if that helps to break the writer's block."
"I'm sorry to hear that," Andrea whispers, and she places her palm to his cheek. "But I'm glad that it was able to bring you back to us for a while."
Carlos smiles softly. "Me too. Where is dad?"
"Oh, he's out doing some work on the fences. He should be back any time now." Andrea says. "Which reminds me, I should continue on with dinner."
Carlos frowns. "He's out doing work alone? Is that really safe?"
A year ago, Gabriel Reyes had suffered a heart attack that was almost fatal, and the doctor had ordered him to cut back on his work a bit. His father was a stubborn man, but his mother was even more so. Carlos knew there was no way she would just allow him back at it.
"Oh no, he's not alone." Andrea says, and it manages to settle Carlos' nerves just a bit. "We got a new ranch hand not too long ago. He's very nice and hardworking."
"That's great, mom." Carlos says, taking a seat at one of the barstools. This is a place he sat for many days watching his mother cook food and where she would give him a cutting board, a knife, and some veggies to cut. It was some of the best times of his life. "Is he anyone I know?"
Andrea falters in her knife skills for a moment. "Yes, he is someone you know."
Carlos raises a brow, confusion settling into him. He didn't have many people he didn't get along with, so who could his parents possibly have hired that would warrant such a reaction from his mother.
"Carlos, there's something you should know —"
Whatever it is, however, his mother does get to tell him because the front door opens and in steps his father, looking worn out from the day. He toes off his work boots before making his way into the kitchen.
"Look who showed up on our doorstep just now, Gabriel." Andrea says, and Gabriel smiles brightly.
"Well, isn't this a nice surprise." He says as he pulls Carlos into an awkward side hug since he's sitting down. "My son, the best-selling author, it's good to see you again. I almost forgot what you looked like."
Carlos shakes his head. "Stop it. You were just in New York to see me. You two act like I haven't been home in —"
"Two years." Gabriel and Andrea say in unison before all three of them chuckle.
"Okay, fine. Look, I really am sorry it took me so long. I do feel terrible about that."
"Nonsense." Andrea says. "You were out living your dream. That's all we've wanted for you. That's been our dream, and we are so proud of you."
"She is right, you know. We couldn't be any more proud." Gabriel adds on, a beaming smile on his face.
"Thanks, that means a lot." Carlos says, a feeling of warmth in his chest. "So, Mama, what did I need to know about the new ranch hand you hired?"
He thinks he sees his father make a face at his mother, who just shakes her head. Carlos opens his mouth, ready to ask again, but he hears the front door again.
"The horses are tended to and put into their stalls, Mr. Reyes." A voice says, and Carlos immediately recognises it. His heart begins to beat faster, and the tips of his ears begin to burn. Maybe it's not who he thinks it is.
When he turns, however, he finds those familiar green eyes staring at him. He hasn't seen them in two years, and it isn't until just this moment that he realizes how much he had missed them. He can still remember how they were filled with tears the day he left.
So this is what his parents were attempting to tell him. TK Strand is their new ranch hand.
"TK," Carlos whispers, his voice fighting against the lump that has grown in his throat. "Hi."
TK seems equally as shocked to see him, his eyes now wide. All Carlos wants to do is run and hug him, but he's not sure TK feels the same way.
"Carlos, hey." TK says, his voice cracking slightly, and Carlos is sure he's beginning to panic. He looks around awkwardly for a moment. "I, uh, I just realised I forgot something in the barn."
He's gone before another word can be spoken, the front door slamming back closed, and Carlos turns to look back at his parents. They are both wearing matching awkward expressions, both of them acting as though they weren't a part of what just happened.
Carlos stands from his seat and doesn't say a word as he follows TK out of the house, determined to find him.
tagging: @reyescarlos and @welcometololaland <3
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Soup Kitchen Confessions
Summary: You have been volunteering at a soup kitchen in your neighbourhood for the last five months and had met Zach Wellison. He had shown you the ropes as a fellow volunteer and ex-homeless person. No wonder you've developed a crush, right?
The question now is - how to ask Zach out on a date?
Fandom: Brothers and Sisters - Pedro Pascal as Zach Wellison
Genre: Slice of Life, Romance, Trigger-Stories, Drama
Pairing: Zach x f! Reader
Triggers : Mentions of homelessness, Mentions of anxiety and mental health problems, PTSD, sickness, bodyfluids
Rating : M
No Beta - Shame on me
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Soup Kitchen Confessions
„Help! Volunteer in distress! “
You were holding a big ladle in one hand and the lid of an enormous pot in the other, making it impossible for you to wipe your glasses.
The fog of the hot stew had fogged them up and you were rendered absolutely useless.
The chuckle next to you made your heart skip a little.
You felt someone gently grab your chin and turn your face to the side, before your glasses were taken off your face and wiped.
The red-white-and-black pattern in front was slowly sharpened and registered as the checkered flannel of Zach Wellison who was stationed right next to you at the food-handout.
“There you go,” he said, “good as new.”
You were grateful for the flush that grazed your cheeks because of the hot stew – otherwise Zach might have thought you were blushing because of him.
Which you totally were.
But he didn’t need to know that.
“T-Thanks.,” you mumbled and put the lid to the side before giving the stew a good stir.
Zach chuckled again with his deep baritone voice, pulled up the sleeves of his flannel and got back to cutting the bread into slices.
Now that you could see again the line outside the homeless shelter was already vanishing behind the corner of the building, five minutes before opening time.
No wonder – the forecast was predicting rain.
You and Zach were the first group of volunteers that helped out once or twice a week – food, cleaning, sorting donations and giving information were the things you could provide.
It was hard to admit, but you were relieved that you didn’t have to deal with the fact that there were probably not enough beds for all who were seeking shelter tonight.
“Ready?,” Zach asked beside you as one of the shelter employees was walking towards the entrance with the keys in her hand.
“As I’ll ever be,” you said – the answer you had given Zach at the start of every shift since you’d started volunteering five months ago.
As you put the ladle aside to tie your hair back you tried to concentrate on the task at hand – not the task you had set for yourself once the shift was over.
Tonight you would ask Zach out on a date.
Just like you had planned for the last month or so.
But tonight, there was no chickening out.
The hungry patrons formed a line and came by for the dinner rush– some knowing what to do from experience, some unsure how to proceed because they were here for the first time.
As you dished out a delicious chicken-veggie stew in disposable bamboo bowls, Zach handed out wooden cutlery and bread.
There were water pitchers on the tables and enough space on the benches.
And like every Monday and Thursday, the line didn’t seem to end, and your four allotted hours went by in a flash.
Five minutes before end of shift the line had trickled down somehow and you knew that the next volunteers would come in for the evening shift until midnight.
Your heart fluttered as you sidestepped so that Zach could hear you whisper: “D-Do you have a few minutes before heading out? There’s something I want to ask you.”
Zach smiled, handing over a piece of bread to a regular before answering: “Sure I- Oh no…”
Following his gaze, you sighed as you saw why his brows had furrowed.
A regular – a young veteran who shared Zachs past and who had a ‘place to sleep problem’ as he had explained it – had shown up.
You thought he was nice, just a man who needed a bit of help adjusting to civilian life.
But there was one thing that he had to work on.
His other problem.
Zach rubbed his neck in anticipation before stepping out to meet the young man.
“Pete, you know the rules. If you want to come here, you need to be sober…”
‘Pete’ had a drinking problem.
He was not an alcoholic, but he was on a dangerous path and in order to escape his PTSD he bought cheap beer and tried to drown his sorrows once in a while.
And it seemed today was a particular hard day.
The young man was wobbling, looked pale – but something was off.
You had a guess as to what it was when the poor man suddenly puked all over Zach and collapsed into his arms.
Handing your ladle off to another volunteer you hurried over, ignoring Zachs warning look and put a hand to Pete’s forehead.
“He’s not drunk, Zach. He’s sick. I don’t like how high his temperature is.”
Before you had started volunteering at the shelter, you’d done a first-aid course to prepare, and you had always been good at spotting when someone was not feeling well.
Zach sighed, the signs of annoyance on his face quickly shifting to concern.
He put Pete’s arm around his shoulder and looked around for Beth, the shelter manager, who quickly saw what was up and threw the keys to you.
There was a separate room that was used as a makeshift infirmary, but it was locked when nobody was in because of all the medication that was kept there.
“C’mon Pete, move those legs for me,” Zach gruntled and you felt shame crawl up your spine because the sight of the strained muscles under Zachs soiled flannel and his voice made you all giddy.
You hurried ahead to unlock the infirmary and were intercepted by Chris and Madeline, a married couple who were both trained paramedics.
“We’ll take care of him. Go wash up, we’ll see what we can do.”
Zach wanted to protest, but his clothes were sticking to him, and he was leaving a trail of puke in his wake.
You gave Madeline the keys and followed your volunteer-crush to the shared changing room.
“Switching from puked-on shirt to sweaty gym clothes,” he growled sarcastically. “Now that brings back wonderful memories.”
You had fetched a towel and held it under the faucet so he could clean himself up.
Zach was already trying to wiggle out of his white shirt and tried not to get any of the puke on him when you returned.
Ignoring his damn good looks – and the scars you could see – you tried to keep your blush under control.
“Let me help,” you whispered and held the towel to his neck where he had failed in his endeavor.
Zach took over before slipping into his gym shirt.
Yes, it was sweaty, but at least that was all.
“D’you mind if we talk at the laundromat across the street? I’d like to wash these clothes before I get home. I think he sprayed my pants as well…”
“T-Talk?,” you asked and handed him a plastic bag you had found to put his clothes in.
“You wanted to ask me something, right?”
Ah yes… you had been interrupted.
“Uhm…. Okay? I’ve got time.”
By the time you left the shelter it was dark outside, and when you crossed the street, you panicked.
Your carefully prepared speech was gone, you needed more time.
A sign down the road caught your attention.
“I’ll be right with you, go on ahead.”
When you came to the laundromat ten minutes later, two helpings of frozen yoghurt in hand, you saw Zach sitting on one of the dryers as he watched the washing machine spin.
He was wearing yet another shirt and new pants– a washed out black shirt with some holes in it and some grey gym shorts – and he seemed deep in thought.
“Where’d you get that?,” you asked, and you saw that he had to suppress a panicked jump. He had been deep in his thoughts it seemed.
“Lost and found. I grabbed it on instinct. I used to do that when I was still homeless, looking for somewhat clean clothes when others couldn’t be saved anymore. Is that for me?”
Smiling encouragingly, you handed him one of the frozen yoghurts with kiwi and salted caramel (your favorite and you hoped he would like it too) before you hopped onto the dryer beside him with some difficulty.
“You deserve that after being puked on,” you said and the faintest of smiles was now decorating his face.
“Thanks. How much do I owe you?”
“Nothing.”
“But…”
“Zach, I didn’t ask you if you wanted it. I just bought it. It’s on me.”
He didn’t argue, although you could tell that he wanted to.
The moment was over though when he put the spoon in his mouth and sighed in bliss.
“s’good.”
You smiled, let your legs dangle, and indulged in your own treat, listening to the sounds of the washing machines and dryers around you.
Monday night was not a busy day at the laundromat it seemed.
“So, what did you want to ask me?”
Damn, Zach was quick on the pick-up.
You wiggled on your dryer, not able to look him in the eyes.
“Nothing important.”
“Come on, spit it out.,” he said, bumping his shoulder against yours.
“I… I can’t ask you while your clothes are still in the washer.”
Zach blinked in confusion and looked first at the washing machine, then at you.
“What does your question have to do with the fact that my clothes are getting a wash?”
You could feel the flush burn your cheeks and your gaze returned to the slowly melting half eaten froyo in your hands.
“B-Because it’s a personal question. And as long as your clothes are still in the wash, you can’t back away from me if it gets awkward.”
Apparently, Zach didn’t like where this kind of conversation was going – but he seemed to pick up on the wrong strings.
“A personal question? Are you okay? Do you need help?”
He was completely ignoring the second part of your sentence, so you decided to change the subject.
“I’m fine, honest. I just… I’ll ask you once your clothes are dry, okay?”
Zach was not okay with that, you could tell.
But he was a man who cherished his privacy, probably because he didn’t have one while living on the street, so he didn’t push.
So instead, he picked up the conversation again.
“Okay… Mind if I ask you something while we wait?”
“Sure.”
Zach turned around on his dryer and leaned forward a little – not in a hovering way, but just enough so that you could smell the deodorant he had sprayed himself with when he had put on the sweaty t-shirt that was now also tumbling in the machine.
“Why are you volunteering at the shelter?”
You felt your stomach drop and you immediately turned your head. Somehow Zach had asked the question you had hoped he would never ask.
But how should he have known not to ask for the reason? It was just a normal question.
“Oh dear…,” you said, putting the froyo aside.
“Two questions that make me anxious. You have a talent, Mr. Wellison...”, you tried to joke.
Zachs reaction surprised you.
He clicked his tongue, disappointed and with a hint of anger. He jumped off his dryer when his washer beeped.
You could understand him. He had opened up to you right from the start, telling you that he had been homeless himself a few years back, living on the streets and that he still had trust issues.
By now the two were friends, but you had never told him why you volunteered at the shelter.
Maybe he thought you were biased? Or didn’t trust him enough?
But the reason was – at least for you – much worse.
Still, he had asked and just because you were uncomfortable didn’t mean that he didn’t deserve to know the truth.
While he was putting his clothes in his dryer next to your feet and ignored your gaze, you gripped the corners of the metal machine underneath you and took a deep breath.
“I do it because I’m selfish. And I do it to scare myself.”
Zach banged the door shut, probably louder than he had intended and started the drying program.
When he met your gaze again, his eyes were softer, curious – but you know he wouldn’t pry.
“For me being homeless is of the scariest things I can think of. Not having a roof over my head, not knowing where my next meal will come from, not knowing where the next toilet is… It terrifies me,” you confessed.
“You’ve been homeless. And I just know if I ever would be faced with that situation I would never survive. Which is why I volunteer. I want to help the people who are homeless – but even more so I want to be confronted with it, so that I know how fortunate I am. Volunteering because it makes me feel better? That’s the crappiest reason.”
The cocktail of emotions on Zachs face was fascinating.
It shifted from anger to pity, to a hint of disgust and the recollection of memories he wanted to forget.
But you didn’t really notice, because during your confession his hands had wandered to your knees, rubbing the kneecaps in comfort.
He was standing between your legs, probably not even realizing how close he was.
“Being homeless is scary,” he finally said, lost in his memories.
“And it was really, really hard. And I don’t think there’s anything wrong with your reason to help.”
“You don’t think it’s condescending somehow?,” you asked, always having had the gut feeling that if someone who was homeless knew that you volunteered and did everything just to not be like them would be awful.
“There’s nothing wrong with not wanting to be homeless. And you’re helping every week. You support the ones who are less fortunate. You would have supported me when I came into that shelter when I was still homeless.”
The dryer beeped, Zachs clothes finally washed and dry.
But he didn’t move away.
“So – what is it you wanted to ask me that’s so personal? My clothes are dry, I can flee now if it gets awkward.”
“I… this is really nothing I should ask you when you have been puked on…”
The sound of your name on his lips made you look him in the eyes.
He has slipped closer still and suddenly spellbound, the question refused to keep sitting on your tongue.
“I… I wanted to ask you if... if you’d like to… to go on a… on a date? With... with me?”
Zachs eyes widened in shock, and you felt as tough someone had emptied a bucket of ice water onto your neck.
You were sitting on the dryer, caged in because he had stepped between your legs.
It was you who couldn’t escape.
Panicking, you started to stutter.
“Forget it… Forget I said anything. I shouldn’t have…”
A soldier’s reflexes were not to be taken lightly, you realized, as Zachs hands suddenly slithered up your thighs, around your waist and pulled you closer to the edge of the dryer.
His aim was also on point.
His lips fit against yours perfectly, finding their mark.
For a few seconds you sat there, frozen, feeling Zachs slightly chipped lips against yours, your heart racing and vibrating against his own heart beneath his warm flesh.
But it was impossible not to reciprocate.
You were rewarded with a blissful growl as you ran your hands through his hair, changing the angle of the kiss and deepening it, trying to get even closer to him.
Soon you needed to come up for air though.
Neither you nor him dared to leave each other’s orbit, so you leaned your forehead against his, breathing heavily.
“A second date? I’m a lucky guy…”, he finally said.
You blinked in confused.
“Second?”
He chuckled and retreated, finally tending to the dryer that was reminding him to get his clothes with a beep.
“You got me a froyo. We talked, got to know each other. And we just had a genuinely nice kiss. I’m counting that as a date.”
You were sure that the human skin could not turn a darker shade of red than the one that was now on your face.
“O-okay…. So, will you go on a second date with me?,” you asked, suddenly extremely shy again.
Zach shouldered his gym bag that now held his freshly laundered clothes before turning to you, lifting your chin, and placing another kiss to your lips.
“With pleasure.”
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AN: Do we want an NSFW! Part 2?
#Pedro Pascal#Pedro Pascal Fanfiction#Zach Wellison#Zach Wellison x f!reader#Brothers & Sisters#Pedro Pascal Fandom#friends to lovers#pining
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Oh my god i got my motivation back.
This fic is in the Skz family universe with Lina 🤭
I want to thank @moonlightndaydreams @queenmea604 and @noellllslut for replying to my one post and giving me tips for a topic I was squeamish about. This is the trial run of that topic.
Haha I literally spent all day writing this but I love how I wrote it so I hope you enjoy it too 😅 This is really long but I swear it’s worth the read.
{Happy New Year, 1.2.24 update: I did change this to a M/n fic where before it was a Character insert}
MR = Male Reader | Mn = Male Name
Warnings: Smut, oral 🫢 (MR and Lina receiving), Lina deep throating MR, MR face fucks Lina, unprotected (Wrap b4 tap), fingering (Lina), MR is a soft Dom and ???? (This information has been classified to be a surprise), Lina is subby, secret affair (I don’t condone cheating), small moment of doubt, Noona/mommy kink, sir kink 🫢
Mn felt like there were eyes on him the whole night. The whole time he played with little Channie, the whole time he chatted with Binnie, and the whole time he hung out and helped make dinner with the other adults.
It was a burning gaze, he could feel it all over his body with a shiver running up his spine. He didn’t know what could be happening or where this feeling was coming from until he looked, trying to find the cause while cutting some ingredients for dinner when his eyes landed on the culprit.
Lina, his brother-in-law’s brother’s wife. She didn’t even notice that Mn had caught her, her eyes either lingering or glancing to his hands while she prepares another item to be cooked, her husband next to her who sits on his phone, waiting to do something.
Mn glances at his hands before looking back up at Lina who notices that his hands have stopped cutting the vegetables and looks up slowly, not because she’s realized she’s been caught and his trying to look shy but she’s tracing the outline of muscles she can see beneath his shirt before her eyes meet Mn's.
Eyes widened before she straightens herself out and goes back to finishing her task with a flushed face and ears.
The ravenette’s brows furrowed before he shook it off and made a few more slices before turning to his sister with a smile and handing her the cutting board of veggies.
He stands from the stool he was perched upon and goes over to the sink behind Lina and Seungmin, even though he saw her reaction to catching her red handed at undressing him mentally, he momentarily forgot as he placed his hands on her waist to move her closer to the table in order to get behind her, causing the woman in question to gasp and her eyes widen as she looked up at Mn before looking back down as she felt the knife against her finger.
No cut, but it snapped her out of her day dream. “Careful, Lina.” Mn mutters as he saw the mistake but Lina’s mind was elsewhere momentarily.
“Careful, Lina.” Mn said with a smirk as he held down her hips. “It’s okay, Lina. Just enjoy yourself, okay?” He said with a cocky smile as his tongue went back to lay flat and lick up her core, the woman shuttering as she lets out a broken moan when his tongue went back inside and his nose nudged her-
She was brought back again when Seungmin waved a hand in front of her face and she blinks, clearing her throat as she sees Mn at the sink. “I’m gonna…go to the restroom real quick. Seung, can you finish this for me?” Seungmin looks up from his phone and smiles, taking the knife a board from his wife, finally happy to be occupying his hands instead of doing nothing.
Lina’s departure was quick and Mn noticed her grip on his skirt as her quicks steps take her to the bathroom.
Mn's eyes trail after her, staring at the door before looking back down to his hands, watching as the water washes the suds off his hands slowly as he thinks.
Why was Lina staring at him? Did he have a cut he didn’t notice? No, there’s nothing stinging as he washes them. She stared at his shirt, too. Was there flour from the dumpling dough on his shirt, no he wore Hyuna’s apron for that. She jumped when he walked behind her, she must’ve been zoned out cutting the green onions, he didn’t mean to scare her.
“Mn-Oppa, you’ve been washing your hands for practically five minutes.” Hyuna calls out as she looked up from grabbing the green onions from her brother-in-law. Mn blinks, shaking his head while inhaling slight as he turned the water off and dried his hands. “Sorry, got stuck in my head.” “You okay?” “Yeah, just…work stuff…nothing to important.” “Okay. Come to think of it, Lina has been in the bathroom for a while, can you check on her?” Hyuna asks, seeing as Seungmin took his place at the sink to wash his hand, she herself was putting the chopped veggie into the pot and his brother-in-law was holding Channie on his hip, bouncing him around as he tried to sneak the two of them bits of dinner behind Hyuna’s back.
“Yeah.” He sets the towel down and walks over to the bathroom, knocking on the door only to not get an answer. “Lina-noona? You okay?” Going to knock again, his knuckle taps against the door only for it to creak open slightly, he stepped back, thinking she was coming out, only to see through the mirror, an empty room. He opens the door fully, looking around, confusion etched on his features as he steps out of the room.
He could’ve sworn he saw her go through that door, but thinking back, he now noticed in his memory that she went through the door next to the bathroom, what is technically the guest room but had been turned into Mn's room when he moved in with the rest of the family at his sisters request. “I just want all the family under one roof, is that so much to ask for?” He remembers from when Hyuna asked him to move in.
Why would Lina go to his room? He went to open the door but it was cracked slightly, his door stopper wedged on the other side of the door. Did she prop it open on purpose? Mn thought. He had propped his door open that morning before he went to work, to show people he wasn’t home, so Lina removed the stopper and propped it open for a reason. To listen if anyone walks up? Wanted the door closed but not all the way? Mn couldn’t figure it out.
His room was set up so the door opens and his bed was to the immediate left when you walk in, the corner adjacent from the door was his desk with his pc and work computer set up, the soft blue LED’s lit the dark room as the sunset a cast darkness over the cul-de-sac they live in.
At the end of his bed, Lina sat. She was shaking, hunched over herself and it looked like she was crying as Mn heard her release short breaths. He could only see her back before he stepped closer, the rubber bottom of the door stopper smudging against the floor as he pushed his door open and as Lina jumped up from the noise, flinging her hand behind her back as she stood.
Her pencil skirt was mussed up and her face was flush, pupils dilated and eyes blown wide as she tries to stutter out an excuse for being in his room. “Lina, you okay?” Mn didn’t listen to her rambling, only stepping closer, his door falling shut. That’s why he bought a stopper for his door, so it wouldn’t always close whenever he tried to leave it open.
“I-I am…Y-Yeah, I’m fine, I promise.” “How come you came in here? I thought you needed to use the restroom? Hyuna had me check on you, she thought you were in the bathroom this whole time.” “I-I was but…” “But what? You’re awfully flush, Noona, you sure your okay?” She nods, shyly glancing between the floor and the male in front of her, looking so worried and caring towards her.
“I-I have a slight problem…but it can’t be solved…” “Well, what is your problem?” Mn asked, wanting to help the woman he grew to love as a sister like Hyuna.
“I-I can’t…” “Noona, I can’t help you, if you even want the help, if you don’t tell me.” She shuffles her feet; Mn has never seen her like this. She’s always making witty remarks towards her husband and always seemed to carry herself with confidence.
She finally moves her hand, balled in a fist with fabric beneath the digits. Mn's brows furrowed before his eyes widen and he’s looking away to his feet. Lina had her panties in her fist.
“I-I…um…” Mn stuttered, scratching the back of his neck. “Did I…I’m sorry.” He went to leave, but Lina stopped him. “Wait, don’t go.” “I-I’m not sure what to say, if I’m being honest.”
“Would…Would you help me?” “I shouldn’t…N-Noona, y-you’re married…C-Can’t Seungmin help you?” He can’t believe Lina was willingly asking for him to help her get off. Was she serious?
“He doesn’t…” She hesitates. “He’s…okay…but I just need a little more…please?” “Why me? I’m basically your brother-in-law. There’s that, too, you’re married…I-I can’t do that to Seungmin, Noona…” “Stop calling me that.” She suddenly snaps.
“W-What?” “You…calling me Noona…makes it worse…” “I’m sorry…” “Don’t apologize. I should be apologizing.”
Mn looked over her, her eyes held guilt and shame, glazed over with lust. She truly felt ashamed of herself, pulling her other hand from Mn's wrist as she started to step back and withdraw from the other.
“Wait, don’t…” He hesitates. He did find the woman beautiful, funny and nice as well. He saw her as the caring older sister since he only grew up with Hyuna who was younger than him. “Don’t shy away…”
Yes, there were times, only three if he thinks about it, where he’s thought lewdly about the older woman. He admired her confidence and witty remarks, she looked good too and if he’s being honest, the woman in pencil skirts did something to him, he’s complimented her a few times when he saw her wearing them.
He loves Seungmin, a younger brother he never got, but he wanted to help Lina. It was wrong, he knew it was, but his body reacted before his brain caught up and he slowly stepped up to Lina, his hand slowly reaching up to rest hesitantly, hovering over the side of her face before his palm rested fully on her cheek and tilting her head up. He was taller then her, even when she’s wearing black heels.
“Um, close your eyes…” He whispered, the woman listening and doing so for him. He was scared, he may be doing this as an experiment for himself. He knew, deep down, that it was wrong, she’s a married woman, how could he possibly do this without any remorse.
He’s tilting her head up further and leaning down, tilting his and Lina’s head slightly as he connected their lips.
Lina gasps, a shiver running up her spine and into her core as she almost drips all over her thighs. She shakily hums, her hand coming up from her side to hold onto Mn's right bicep.
The woman shook, another hum morphing into a whine when Mn’s left hand placed itself on her hip. Her other hand let go of the forgotten fabric before reaching up and resting itself under his jaw, thumbing at his jaw and the area under his ear.
She took one step closer, tilting her head further to the left as Mn began to loose himself in Lina’s touch. He pulled her closer, his right hand sliding to the nape of her neck as his fingers tangle in her hair. His thoughts running rampant as his eyes finally flutter shut and his tongue swipes over the slit of her lips, he could feel her hesitate before she opens her mouth, allowing Mn to softly lick into her mouth and tangle their tongues.
Lina’s left hand moved so her arm wrapped around Mn’s neck as they tilted their head the other way, both getting lost in each other.
Mn gains consciousness and snaps out of his daze first and pulls away. “Wait, we…I’m sorry.” “It’s okay…” “No, I-I…I actually…want to continue…” Lina’s eyes brighten as a small smile graces her lips. “…But, w-what about later tonight? Hyuna was finishing dinner when I came to check on you.” “Okay…” The shine dims a little bit is still lit with hope and excitement.
“Here…” His hands slide down to her waist, sliding down to her hips then down her skirt to straighten it out. He got this far, he tried to resist but after straightening the fabric out, he slid his hand past the low waist band, the skirts band surprisingly loose, as he slid a finger though her folds. She jolts, wobbly stepping forward as she silently moans into Mn's shoulder.
The corner of Mn's lips twitched as he glides his middle and ring finger through her wetness, dipping into her hole before pulling out, circling her clit before pulling his hand away and out of her skirt. He was stunned, his fingers were soaked, glistening in the blue light as Lina lifted her head.
She expected Mn to just wipe his hand off but watched with a stunned expression as Mn brought his fingers up and put them in his mouth, his eyes never leaving Lina’s as he licked away her taste off his fingers. “You…may be the death of me…” She mutters, Mn pulled his fingers away before leaning in kissing Lina again, his tongue swiping over hers before he pulled back.
He was getting bolder, more into the situation. He still knew it was wrong but Lina was giving herself to Mn, and in all honesty, Mn would say he’s a horny motherfucker who needs something, he’ll take the opportunity while he has it, cause he may not get anything for a long while if he doesn’t.
After dinner, they all changed and sat on the couch to watch a movie. The whole family doesn’t do this often but every once in a while they’ll have a movie night, just a couple films before bed, of course child friendly ones, last time they excluded Channie from a movie night, he pouted and fussed, wanting to spend time with the grown ups as well so whenever Channie falls asleep before all of them, they take that chance and watch more adult movies while the boy sleeps.
Tonight was a Channie night, Mn raising his hands and trying to defend himself as Hyuna lectured him for giving her son some of his caffeinated drink at dinner, the male laughing as Hyuna tried to wack him in the head before looking over to catch Channie who jump onto the couch and onto his uncles lap.
Hyuna sighs with a smile as Mn defends himself with the fact he had a child in his lap and couldn’t be hit. The woman crossing her arms before flopping onto the couch next to Mn who started giggling at his sister before looking a Channie and tickling his sides, making the boy giggle and squirm.
Han emerged matching with Mn, Red flannel pants and a hoodie with brown slippers on his feet instead of socks like Mn and Mn’s hoodie was a zipper, he was matching Seungmin more than Han. Han smiled at Mn before crouching down and sneaking over to them, taking advantage of Channie turned around to poke Mn’s cheek to sneak up and grab the boy, lifting the laughing boy into his arms before setting him down and tickling his sides and kissing the side of his face.
The toddler squeals with laughter as he tries to escape his fathers hold and Mn looks up to see the others have joined them, his smile dropping slightly as he looked away and back to Channie calling out for him to rescues him when Lina walked out.
Her hair was down, unlike the half pinup she was wearing earlier, she laughs when she noticed her and Hyuna wore similar night wear, both wearing silk shorts with lace on the hem around the leg holes, Hyuna wearing the matching tank top but Lina wore a soft light green shirt that almost looked like a sweater and almost too small to fit her body.
She walked over to the couch, Mn finding it suspicious as to why she sat next to him until he noticed Seungmin on the other side of her wearing sweatpants and a white tank top under a black zip up hoodie, his arms crossed as he slouched, man-spread as he looked up at his wife who began talking to him about something.
Mn looked down to realize she sat on his phone, he now realizes the phone in his loose pants pocket was Changbin’s, the teen pouting and glaring at his uncle cause he can’t have his phone during movie night.
It was innocent, Mn thought, nothing more than simply getting his phone. Without thinking, his left hand rested on her hip to push her over slightly as he retrieved his phone with his other hand.
Lina looked over, confused at the sudden feeling on her hip before noticing Mn grabbing his phone. Mn looked up and apologized, removing his hand once he had his phone back.
Mn was more than aware that he didn’t feel any underwear under the shorts. How could he have these thoughts in such a domestic family moment? He mentally slapped himself before setting his and Bin’s phone on the coffee table and leaning back, on arm on the back of the couch and the other wrapping around his sister who scolds Channie for bouncing on the couch, his smile returning to his face.
Channie managed to pick a movie that the adults actually tolerate and enjoy watching so they wouldn’t be bored the whole time.
A few minutes into the movie, Mn tilts his head back and looks at the thermostat, he thought the house was just warm but it’s pretty cool in the house. Maybe fleece pants were a bad idea.
He uses his unoccupied hand, the other being held by his sister, to unzip his hoodie, but he pauses. He sleeps shirtless so he thought just a hoodie would be okay for the movie before bed, but he’s really warm, ignoring the possibility that his sister his just a walking heater and proceeding to just unzip his hoodie, revealing a bare torso.
It’s kind of the norm for the others, the single male always walking around in the morning before work shirtless, but he feels a little different kind of heat when he subconsciously thinks back to earlier that night.
He’s suddenly aware, in the corner of his eye, of Lina trying to not look at him but he can see he eyes shifting over to him and she kept adjusting in her spot until she settles to sit with her knees up and her hands pressed between the joints, but Mn could see her thighs clenching.
He softly clears his throat, deciding to tease the woman who got bothered during a kids movie, it was amusing to Mn.
He looks back at the TV, shifting his arm slightly to move his hoodie sleeve slightly, claiming that he needed to cool off a little when Hyuna moved her head from his shoulder to ask why he was shifting so much.
The movement did cool him off but it revealed his bicep. With no effort, he simply lifts his arm to rest the back of his head into his palm, holding his head up to see the TV as he lazily flexed, looking from the corner of his eye to see Lina begin squirming again while trying to sit comfortably.
The whole movie, Mn would do normal, innocent movements but it set Lina off every time she glanced at him. She felt like she was soaking the couch when she glanced over at a point to see Mn man-spread, slouching on the couch with his forearm resting on his thigh as his hand dangerously close to his own crotch.
She snapped out of it when her glance lingered and she saw his other arm wrapped around his sister, the other’s eyes closed as she wrapped an arm around her brother and cuddled closer, Han muttering that she never cuddles him. She looked back to the TV, just wishing for the movie to end sooner rather than later so she can take care of the heat building inside her.
Lina laid in bed later that night, staring at her sleeping husband in the dark of their room with a soft glint in her eyes.
She loves Seungmin, don’t get her wrong, but she just needs a little more than he can give. Seungmin is gentle but a little too gentle for Lina’s sake, she swears he’s never hit that bundle inside her that pushes her over the edge, she wants that, even if it only happens once she’ll be okay with that.
She leans up, softly kissing Seungmin’s forehead before sliding out of bed carefully, her hair falling over her shoulder as she tiptoes out of her room, past Hyuna and Jisung’s room, and down the stairs before crossing the living room and going to Mn’s door.
She can’t tell if he’s awake or not, her nervousness getting the best of her as she steps back and goes to the kitchen instead, quickly getting a glass and filling it with water before almost chugging it down.
She’s told herself that she needs this, she’ll feel better, get the feeling she’s been craving but at the same time, she feels bad for doing this to Seungmin. Her head is telling her to back out but her body is saying otherwise.
A dull pulse builds in her core as she thought back, back to how she noticed just how fit Mn had kept himself, the light of the movie illuminating the curves of Mn’s body. Back to the start of the night, the way Mn held her like she wasn’t fine china, actually holding her as she melted into Mn's touch and let him take over.
She’s never felt this…submissive before. Her and Seungmin are usually vanilla which explains why Lina would want more, she’s tired of going slow.
Suddenly, a warm feeling encased her waist, building the bundle inside her as they squeeze her sides and pull her back. Her exposed neck is suddenly attacked with soft kisses and Lina realizes it in that moment. The warmth on her waist wasn’t her husband…
It was Mn…
She could feel it in his hands, in the way he held her, kissed her, and the now noticeable scent of fir from a pine tree, Mn's cologne.
“I thought you were coming to my room?” “How did you-“ “Heard your footsteps…” He mutters into her neck as he resists the urge to bite. He won’t bite unless Lina says too, he doesn’t want to leave marks on a canvas that wasn’t his.
“You okay? You know, we don’t have to do this…” Mn mumbles softly, pulling away to look Lina in her eye. “I’m sure. Seung is just too soft, I need more, Mn, please…” She replied softly as well. “How do you know I won’t be soft either?” Mn smiles. “I can tell in the way you hold me…you don’t hold me as if I’m made of glass…” “Well, cause you’re not. You are a strong…beautiful…confident…witty….amazing woman….” After each word, he kisses up her neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake as they’re feather-like and barely there.
“Have you ever thought this way?” “Not until recently…I thought it would be wrong to compliment you that way since you were like a sister…as Seungmin is like a brother to me…” Lina turned in his hands, feeling guilty. “This…This isn’t weird? I can solve this problem on my own, if needed.” “Lina…it’s okay…in all honesty, I’m horny as fuck and hadn’t had a partner in months…Helping you kinda helps me…and you’re not bad looking…I mean it that you’re pretty, Noona.”
“Thank you, Mn.” She wraps her arms around his middle, her head turned to the side on his chest as he wrapped his arms around her, brushing a hand through her soft hair and rubbing her back.
“Come on…” Mn pulls back, pulling Lina to his room then closing the door. He walks past her, sitting on his bed before gently guiding her to sit as well before pulling her onto his lap.
He knew she needed more then a gentle touch but he assumed she was still anxious about doing this behind Seungmin’s back.
“Can I take care of you, Noona? I won’t do anything without asking you…” “Yes…Please, Mn…Just don’t be gentle, I’m tired of gentle…” “Okay.”
He leans in, softly connecting their lips. His left hand sat comfortably on her waist and his right moved up to cradle her face.
She opens her mouth immediately and greedily takes what Mn gives as their tongues tangled once again, swapping spit as Lina shifts closer to the male.
They made out for a while before Lina whines, Mn can feel her hips shake under his hand and he pulls away. “Go ahead and grind, it’s okay.” His hands moved to her hips and squeezed, pulling her further up onto his lap then pulling her in so her core met Mn.
She gasps, wrapping her arms around Mn's neck as her hips stutter, starting to move on their own as she relaxes in Mn's hold. “There you go, Noona, feel good?” She hums out a noise of agreement before Mn holds her hips still. “Words, Noona.”
That.
That sparked something inside her as she looks up to meet Mn's gaze. His eyes had darkened with lust along with a glint of control. “Y-Yes.” “Good Girl, Noona.”
Oh.
She whines, proceeding to move when Mn's grip loosened and moved under her sweater, over her toned stomach before going higher a toying with the band of her bra.
Lina wasn’t a small woman, she was pretty big. Mn's hands moved the bra out of the way and cups both breasts in his hands, fitting perfectly in his palm. He looks up at Lina, gauging her reactions as he lifts up her sweater without looking away from her.
Her hips had picked up speed and her moans becoming more defined from whimpers and sighs, still aware that she needs to be quiet.
She helps Mn take of her sweater and bra, which Mn managed to get open with one hand before tossing the garment aside, and she wraps her arms back around Mn.
She notices he put his hoodie back on but Lina didn’t like that, taking the zipper as she slowed down her movements to drag the zipper down then move the hoodie out of the way.
He hand landed on Mn's stomach, her eyes tracing his soft abs and his v-lines before she lifts a finger and drags it through the valley’s between the muscles. Mn released a breathy moan when a stuttery jolt from Lina rubbed against him in a particular way that had him twitch under her.
Mn wrapped his arms around her suddenly and flipped them, laying Lina on her back before kissing a path starting at her neck and moving the the valley between her tits, stopping for a moment to softly bite at them then lick them, before closing his lips around her right nipple and sucking.
She muffles her noise of shock and pleasure with the back of her hand, jolting when Mn's teeth grazed over the bud before he pulled away and went to the other.
He pulled off a moment later, smiling when he saw how disheveled Lina looked before squeezing her tits again. “These tits should be full of milk, y’know? You’d make a wonderful mother, Noona.” She shushes him, arching her chest into Mn's face as she mumbled. “Less talk, please, I want more, Mn, please.” She softly begged and Mn smiled, leaving a lingering kiss to the soft skin of her breast before moving down, continuing the path and stopping at the waist band of her shorts.
“You sure you still want to continue?” “Are you really asking that when you just sucked my tits?” “Just wanted to make sure.” Mn said with a half smile, half smirk as he slowly removed her shorts.
Lina kept her knees closed when he tosses the clothing away, Mn turns back to her after making sure the clothing was in reach for after and raises an eyebrow at her.
“Why you hiding, pretty thing? Come on, let me see.” The smile on his face made Lina shy as she looked away and slowly dropped her knees. “Fuck…” Mn exhales as he saw that Lina in fact wasn’t wearing anything under her shorts, he didn’t notice it in the fabric but she was soaked.
A scoots closer, his knees going under her spread thighs as he admired her. His hand moved to her knee before gently sliding down her thigh, which shook under his touch, before reaching her center and resting his hand above where she need touched so his thumb could comfortably and easily reach her clit.
The moment he rubbed his thumb through her folds and to her clit to rub gentle circles, Lina’s back arched as she grabbed onto his sheets and his wrist as the sensation that shot through her had her eyes flutter shut.
Biting her lip, she muffles her whines and moans as her hips move to practically grind into Mn’s hand. “That feel good, Noona.” She nods her head the best she could before stuttering put her answer. “Good Noona.” Mn said, his deep, lust covered voice had Lina whimpering as she tried to reach her high.
“Oh, you like that name? Or is it my voice~” he asked, his voice almost purring as the pattern he was drawing into the woman’s clit got more jagged, he wanted to see her fall apart in his hands. He moves to lay on his stomach, Lina gasping in anticipation before she’s moaning into the back of her hand, Mn removed his thumb from her to flatten his tongue and slowly lick from her entrance to her clit, her back arching at the sensation as she struggles to hold her noises.
His thumb returned to make sharp circles as he pushed her right thigh up, her left being held open by Mn’s right arm. He pulled his hand away again for a moment to remove his hoodie with a small amount of struggle before tossing it away, his tongue never leaving her core.
She started to jolt more aggressively, reaching down to grip his hair and pull him closer. “Mn…Don’t stop, please…” she pants, gasping when Mn got his left hand under himself and slowly inserted his middle finger into her, her slick making it easy to quickly put his middle and ring finger inside her, trying his darnedest to find the spot inside her that hopefully only he will be able to reach.
He may sound selfish but the thought of being the only one to reach the special spot inside her raised his ego as he readjusts. Sitting up, Lina’s juices on his chin as he pulls his hand out, switching it for his other hand and carefully inserting his fingers of his other hand into her and pumping at a quick pace as his thumb resumes its sharp movements.
“Mn! Ah, please, please!” “What are you begging for, sweets? Let go, it’s okay.” “N-No, d-deeper…ngh~ deeper, y-you feel so close.” She squirms, trying to push herself further. Mn pushes his fingers further in, curling his fingers in different spots as he tries to find the untouched spot inside her. “Wait! Right- Hng~ There, shit!” She breathlessly cries out as Mn smirks, proceeding to pump his fingers into her quicker and abuse that spot within her.
Mn removed his thumb, just using his fingers and Lina whines, going to continue where Mn left but Mn held her hand, a comfort feeling suddenly washed over her as she looked into the males eyes. “No touch. This orgasm will be way better, I promise.” He said, still moving his fingers inside of her.
A hard push of his finger tips and a rough thrust of his fingers and Lina is cumming, her soft walls clenching around Mn's fingers as she screams into the back of her hand again and her head is thrown back.
Mn's thumb returns to gently ride her through her high, gentle circles as her body shakes and her grip on Mn's hand starts to relax. “You okay, Lina?” She hums, chest heaving as she catches her breath, almost falling asleep. “Lina~ If you fall asleep now, you won’t get more~” Teasing is laced in his voice as he kissed her hips and stomach, distracting her as he pulls out his fingers.
“Lina~” He drags out, kissing her neck and jaw as she hums. “You with me?” Another hum, she nods her head and Mn chuckles. “You sure?” She wraps her arms around Mn's neck and brings him down to her chest. He giggles, deciding to lay with her for a moment as he raises his left hand to place it on the breast in front of him, just holding it with the occasional squeeze, they just felt so nice. Even the one his head is laying on.
Lina’s hand rakes through Mn's messy locks. The male raises his left leg to be under Lina’s leg, his clothed dick was so close to Lina, barely pushing onto her until he shifts again in discomfort and his painful hard on presses into her and she whines, her body restarting quickly as she feels how big and how hard Mn was.
She lifted him up by his hair, the sting in Mn's scalp throwing him off as he abruptly sat up and Lina pushed him onto his back.
She now dubbed it as her turn to kiss all over his body, starting at his pecks as she throws a leg over Mn's lap. She moves down slowly, kissing every muscle. “Can I mark you, Mn? For you, it won’t be suspicious.” “It might be since I haven’t had anyone in months and everyone here knows I’m single…” Lina pouts, wanting desperately to mark Mn's smooth, sculpted skin. “Don’t pout, Noona, I was holding myself back as well. You have no fucking idea how badly I wish I could leave bites and marks on your tits.”
She laughs, enjoying Mn's boldness as she moves her whole body down, kissing above his waist band then his v-line. Leaning up, she pulls the waist band, snapping it to make Mn jump and hiss before pulling his pants down with a laugh at his reaction that was cut off as she saw his size. Mn hissing as the cold air met his painful erection, it throbbing on his stomach as he moves his leg to give Lina more room.
It’s embarrassing to say but Mn was bigger then her husband, a good amount of birth and indeed longer then Seungmin as well. The tip was angry and dipping pre-cum.
She places her right hand at the base to hold it as she left soft kisses along his shaft, the male sighing blissfully as he throws his head back onto the pillow beneath him.
When she reaches the tip, she kitten licks at the dripping pre release, humming at the taste before wrapping her lips around the tip and circling her tongue around it. “Ah…Shit…” Mn sighs, she’s barely done anything and he’s already gone, hips bucking to try and go further into her mouth. “Someone’s impatient.” She laughs. “I haven’t had this in fucking forever, I may be a little sensitive and needy.” “I can tell by how swollen you are.” Her hand wraps around him and she does an experimental stroke from base to tip, closing her hand into a tight fist when she reaches the tip.
Mn moans, moving his arm so he could either bite his forearm or muffle his noises with it.
“Fuck, that was hot…” Lina mutters. “W-What?” “That moan…He isn’t really vocal.” Mn knew what she meant and smiled. “Well, if you like it, keep going.” “It’s cute you like to let your partner know you’re enjoying yourself.” “Oh, shut u-up, fuck, ha~ You fucking menace, ngh~” Lina took more of Mn into her mouth mid sentence, trying to take all of him in, his tip immediately hit the back of her throat, triggering her reflex slightly but she still had a full hand size left. Her hand size anyway.
She relaxes, her body leaning into Mn's left leg as her throat relaxes and she breaths through her nose, slowly taking the rest of Mn's length down her throat until she’s settled at his base, her nose touching his smooth pelvis.
“Ugh, Noona- Shit, I can’t-“ His chest heaves as his head fall back onto the pillow from pleasure shooting up his spin and all over his body. He could feel Lina chuckle as she slowly bobbed her head, constricting her throat around his tip and moving her tongue along any vein she found.
Mn pushed down the waistband of his pants, Lina understand as she pulls them down, still swallowing around his tip as Mn moves his leg to bed his right knee, he wanted to throat fuck her so bad, the urge growing stronger.
Lina thinks she got the gist, lazily bunching her hair into a pony tail, Mn helping her and twisting it in his hand. Mn almost came at that point when she moved her hands behind her back, hopefully signifying that he could go all out.
“Can I, Noona? Can I use your throat, please?” He begged, she lifted up her top half, gasping as she took in a gulp of air. “Why are you begging? Go ahead.” She used his own sentence against him and took him back into her mouth, he hands leaving her back and going to hold herself up as Mn went all out, whimpering and gasping, his tip being constructed by her throat felt so good.
A few more harsh, shallow thrusts and he mewls, pulling Lina off him as he sighs and tightly grips the base of his dick. “Did you just…edge yourself?” Mn whines, letting go of himself as he pulls Lina up and onto his lap. He pulls her down for a kiss, Lina expected his tongue to take over her mouth but he softly licked into her mouth, whining softly before pulling away. “You…You okay?” Lina asked as her hair fell over her shoulder, her hand holding herself up on Mn's chest as he caught his breath.
She leans up too much and her folds rub against his weeping cock and he chokes on a moan, mumbling a name Lina didn’t think Mn was into. The start of this interaction, she thought Mn liked or even preferred to be in charge but this made her rethink her thoughts about Mn.
“What?” Mn sighs, refusing to answer her cause he got so far with his other side, he can’t switch now but he can’t help it when Lina is so…beautiful. Her hips, her legs, her breasts, everything about her.
Lina grinds down into Mn again suddenly, his hands flying to her waist as his struggles with his words. “Mo- L-Lina, Noona, please?” She did it again slowly, lifting up slightly and taking him in her hand to line his tip up with her entrance before only sinking onto the tip.
“N-Noona, ah~ Mo-Noona, please.” Mn suddenly starts begging, Lina ignores them as she’s caught up on one word he won’t let slip. She thinks she know what word he wants to use and it makes a new coil heat up in her.
And she thought him calling her Noona was enough to make her wet.
“Come on, Mn, I know you want to say it. You can say it, honey, I don’t mind.” Mn looks up at her, his eyes now glossy when he hears the confirmation. “It’s flattering really, you can say it, baby.” She sinks further down and Mn snaps. “Mommy, please sit on my dick, please! Please, it hurts, please…Please…” His begs die down to a whisper as he grips Lina’s hips.
“Aw, you’re so sweet. Switch?” Mn nods, licking his suddenly dry lips as he looks up at Lina. She moves to hold Mn's hands which still grip her sides, even with her holding them. “Only ever took you as a dom, to be honest. This Mn is cute, too.” “I-I like being sir and baby boy but could n-never be b-both.” He let out, spilling a severer he’s never even told his past girlfriends. Lina coos, sinking halfway onto his shaft. She’s teasing him but also adjusting, his size a comfortable stretch and he’s reaching deeper with each movement.
“It’s okay, Mn .” “C-Can sir pull you down, please?” Lina loved how he referred to himself as his dom title and nods, Mn pulling her all the way down and they both moan behind bitten lips and Lina sighs at the feeling of being filled.
Lina felt tight but so warm, Mn's brain stop functioning as Lina began to rock back and forth before lifting herself up and back down, huffing a breath at the fill again before she picks up speed, squealing when with each fall his tip found the sensitive nub inside her.
Mn untangles his right hand from Lina’s to raise it to his mouth to muffle his noises, Lina found a whimpering male was really attractive as her wall clenched and he whimpers again, throwing his head back as he bites the back of his hand.
She places her unoccupied hand on his chest, her nails scratching his chest as her legs grew weak. “C-Can I take over, Noona? Can sir help mommy?” She huffs with a small smile and nods. Mn removed his other hand from her and carefully sat up as well as holding Lina as he scoots back to lean against his headboard. He then wraps his right arm over her shoulder so his hand holds her shoulder, the arm alone holding her close to him, her tits pressed against his chest. His other arm wrapping around her lower back as that arm held their centers closer.
Mn is somehow pushed further into Lina, the woman sighing and wrapping her arms around his back and shoulder, burying her face into his neck.
He resumes immediately at a quick pace, fucking up into her with deep and sharp, quick thrusts. Lina’s jaw drops, her noises silent as Mn hits all the right places that her husband could sadly never reach. Her walls tighten around Mn as he manages to go faster and deeper. A few times he stops, pushing into Lina all the away before thrusting shallowly.
The constant pattern of thrusts had the coils in their cores build up so much to the point Mn's pattern broke, his hips stuttered as his noises are contained by Lina’s shoulder. Lina isn’t any better, her nails absolutely ruin his back as she cusses and moans into Mn's neck.
“F-Fuck, N-Noona, I’m gonna cum, hng~ shit.” Mn slows down but not to much to ruin their incoming highs as he lets go of Lina to push her back. His hand moves to one breast and his mouth to another, pinching one nipple while sucking and licking the other.
His left hand glides over her waist, feeling the smooth skin of her stomach before sliding down to quickly move in a figure eight, helping Lina reach the edge before him. “Fuck, Mn , don’t stop, shit…oh, fuck…” with a few more flicks and thrusts, Lina’s coil snapped, cumming on Mn's cock as well as squirting all over his abdomen and thighs.
Mn doesn’t want to stop but doesn’t want to overstimulate Lina. He slows down, wanting to go slow so she can ride out her high but Lina stops him, telling him to finish. His pace picks up again as he leans forward to kiss her, his hands reaching around to her ass, feeling the soft skin before grabbing it and thrusting into her again quickly, Lina purposefully clenching around him to get him to the edge.
She reaches up and buries her hand into his hair before gripping the locks and pulling. Mn whines into the kiss, his hips stuttering again and pressure building up in Lina again as he pulls back, letting his head fall back as he lets out a meek “Fuck…” and a whine before burying his face in Lina’s shoulder and stopping his hips to bury himself deep into Lina as he finally released. He could feel Lina clenching, reaching down again to rub her clit quickly as she came again a moment later, a silent scream escaping her as her third orgasm shakes her entire form, her warm walls milk Mn as he continues to cum inside her.
After a moment, Lina’s body relaxes and Mn throws his head back. They sit there for a moment, catching their breath and letting the euphoria wash over them. Mn's room was now warm and smelled of sweat, the air feeling sticky as he reaches up to wipe the sweat of his forehead and move his hair out of his eyes.
Placing a hand on the back of her neck, he rubs his thumb under her ear before muttering at a whisper. “Lina?” She hums, content with curling up in Mn's arms like this. “As comfy as this is right now, I’m afraid you have to go back…” This time she whines, trying to curl further into Mn. “Lina, you know he’ll ask why you were in bed when he woke up…” “I can just say I woke up early…” “It’s now…three twenty five in the morning, you still think you can get up early to leave my room if you stay with me?” “I probably won’t…”
Mn sighs, thinking of the best way to not bother Lina but still pull his softened dick out of her so he can clean them up and put themselves back in order before deciding what to do.
He unfortunately has to go with the option that Lina won’t like, rolling them over he gently pulls away from Lina. “No, don’t go…” “I need to clean us up, Noona.” She huffs but opens her eyes and moves to her elbows. “I at least want to see the mess we made…” She mutters, Mn leaning back on his heels as he slowly pulls out, Lina moaning at that feeling and whining at the empty feeling, his dick coated in their releases as he watches his cum drip out of Lina.
He leans over to his nightstand, grabbing wipes from the drawer before leaning back and gently cleaning Lina, wiping his cum away and teasing Lina by using a finger to scoop some up and push it back into her before laughing when Lina smacked his shoulder, continuing to wipe the mess away.
Lina insisted to help Mn, she wiped her juices of his abs and pelvis but didn’t touch his dick. She instead took him into her mouth, tongue swirling everywhere it could reach before she pulled off and licked up the rest. When she finished, she sat up and held Mn's chin, bringing him towards her as she took over his mouth this time, swallowing the mewl he released as she mixed their spit and cum together, Mn melting in her hold as he didn’t put up a fight, enjoying the fact that his mouth is the one being dominated instead of him dominating someone else.
Lina pulled back, giggling at his expression before slowly getting out of his bed, her legs shaking as she puts on her clothes again and throws Mn his pants. “W-Wait…C-Can you mark…my thigh…” He shyly asks, realizing that’s a spot no one in the house can see and question on how he got it. “Of course.” She gets on her knees, her cleavage on display that Mn stares at before gasping as Lina bit marks into his legs, leaving plenty that would probably have Mn's subby side blush and boost his dom sides ego.
“I wish I could mark you, Noona…You tasted so sweet…” “Aw…I wish you could mark me too.” “Really?” “Yeah, those canines look like they would feel good biting into me.” Mn whines and falls back onto his bed. “I know what we did is wrong and we can’t tell anybody but I’d do anything to mark you. Is there really nowhere Seungmin goes or will notice?” He asks, sitting up as Lina put her sweater shirt back on before pulling her closer, wrapping his arms around her thighs and setting his chin on her stomach.
He’s well aware that he’s nude and she’s fully dressed but all he cares about is wanting to mark her skin. “He doesn’t mark me…he’ll find it suspicious the moment he sees it.” She tries to think, really wanting to grant Mn's desires and also wanting to feel him bite her. “Would it be okay if I marked you during…Your next cycle? You don’t do anything with him during that right?” He proposes and Lina smiles. “We don’t.” Mn's eyes brighten up as he pulls her impossibly closer. “Promise sir that he can mark your tits during that time, please?” Lina giggles, combing his hair off his fore head. “Please what, sir?” “Please, mommy, please promise sir can mark you on your next cycle.” “I was looking for a ‘Noona’ but that works too. I promise I’ll let you mark me.”
Mn stands up, kissing Lina softly as he took her hand into his. Pulling away, he hesitates, moving some of her hair behind her ear. “C-Can we do this again? Like every time we’re left at home alone? I-I know it’s wrong but I want to pleasure you, Noona…I want to help you in times that Seungmin isn’t enough…” “Of course we can, sweetie. It’ll be okay.”
Lina leaves one more lingering kiss to his lips before stepping back and over to the door, opening it gently before slipping out and turning back around to close the door. “Good Night, Mn …” “Night, Noona…” His door closes and he can hear her walk away, flopping back onto his bed before sitting up to get boxers, feeling extra exposed in his own room when his dick bounced when he fell onto his bed.
He pulls his pj pants back up then gets under his covers, surprised his top blanket isn’t dirtier then he expected and closes his eyes.
A moment later they shot back open with realization.
How could he do such a thing to Seungmin?
And did Lina really want to continue this escapade?
Is it wrong that my own fic got me hard?
Anyway, I really like how this turned out, I literally spent all day on it which rarely happens when I write something…
Also, did you notice that I didn’t mention Yongbok…🫢😏
N E WAY, If there’s any tags I missed and didn’t list in my warning section, please let me know. I still don’t know the…terms? for some of the things I wrote and I’m not 100% sure what I should list in general while writing this stuff…I mean, my series has lack of warnings cause I didn’t know what to put besides the basic and obvious things I wrote about.
Another thanks to the bloggers I tagged at the start.
Also, I want to say that I’m honored that “More than group mates” was Totalanonymous’s first smut and I wish I could tag them but I can’t. They loved Kai’s shyness and Chan’s boldness but that dynamic came out that way in the writing cause, I mean, Kai was literally having a threesome with his biases, he was a bit hesitant and mentally he was freaking out.
and i may or may not be projecting my own thoughts into the writing so the shyness is actually what I’d probably do in that situation 🫢🫣
#bleh#random#my brain is weird#straykids#stray kids#stray kids family#aunty lee know has my heart#aunty lina#male character insert#wooo 🥳
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Daughter of Olympus (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)
A/N: Tough day for bad bitches -Danny
Words: 2,097
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XLII: Local Dumbass Knew What She Was Getting Into and Did It Anyways
The last time she dreams of Percy, Ara just opens her eyes and he's there, sitting cross-legged on his bed. He doesn't speak at first, just studies her with curiosity.
She knows it's him and not a made-up Percy, someone has allowed them to see each other earlier than expected.
"You look like her..." he tilts his head. "But are you really..?"
Ara sits up on her bed, but she moves carefully, afraid to wake up if she makes the wrong move. "Percy, where are you?"
The boy looks around the room ignoring her question. "This is your place?"
"Our place," she knows Percy got his memories stolen just like Jason, so she starts with the basics. "When your mother adopted me, I asked if I could share a room with you just the first few months, cause I'd never slept alone," she tears up a bit. "Now I sleep alone all the time, here and in camp."
Percy smiles. "You are Ara, my sister, right?"
Percy calls her sister all the time, she was used to it already, but it's been months since they last spoke, months since they saw each other, and yet she is still a sister to him.
"I think someone wants us to talk," Ara continues, trying to keep it together. "Dunno what they want us to say."
"You sound kinda different from what I remember," Percy's eyes brighten. "You've been eating your veggies, Birdy?"
Ara abandons her bed in an instant and Percy hugs her as soon as she reaches him. The contact feels so real it makes her sob. She gasps. "I should kick your ass! You've had us worried!"
"I'm not having a blast out there either, you know?" He scoffs, squeezing her smaller frame tighter against him. "But I'm happy to see you, even if you look different."
She holds his face and looks at it hungrily: he also looks different, his features are sharper and he appears to be stronger now, judging by how she struggles to get out of his grip. "Tyson was close to finding you and then he lost track—"
"It's a long story," Percy cuts in. "But I promise you're close to finding me."
"Don't—"
"I promise," he insists, squeezing her shoulder. "Trust me."
"I always do," Ara pouts. "Don't die, Nemo. Or I'll force Hades to spit you out, just so I can kill you myself."
He laughs. "You got it, General."
I speak to Kronos's army using my charmspeak. "As the last child of Olympus, I carry the duty of defending it."
I lift the javelin and pray to any god that's listening to help me out, cause I really need to make an impression, and before anyone has enough time to doubt the reasoning of what I've said, I throw my spear at a Hyperborean.
I watch him fall, then seize my compass and turn it into Almighty. I raise the sword over my head and scream. "FOR OLYMPUS!"
The monsters are pretty frantic, so Pollux has no problem keeping the hallucination going. I charge towards their army and when Chiron concludes Lily and I have no intention to slow down, he decides to distract Kronos.
My plan also works on most of the demigods from the enemy army. I can't blame them, Achilles never spared a soul, so running away is the smartest choice here.
Pollux's power isn't strong enough to fool the monsters for long though, so they probably see just a blur, and they can't decide whether to run or stay.
I jump off of Blackjack when we get close enough to the monsters. He rises from the ground with Pollux holding onto him and I land on top of Ethan Nakamura. As soon as I touch him, he screams in realization. "It's a trap!"
An arrow flies over my head, Lily has stopped a dracaena from ripping my head off. I get up and kick Ethan's stomach for good measure. I use my charmspeak again. "Give up!"
If I hadn't been blessed by my mother in advance, my reach wouldn't have gone as far as it does. The monsters closer to me drop their swords, and some get on their knees begging for mercy. Arrows come down flying all around me, evaporating the monsters on the spot.
I run forward and a monster tackles me, but then a miracle happens:
Nico Di Angelo's arrival is enough to split the crowd. He's wearing black armor that, to be honest, makes him look really cool. He lifts his sword and kills the monster that has me pinned on the ground.
I thought I'd failed to convince Hades, and even though I hadn't said anything to Lily, I'd assumed he was determined to let us die. I guess I was wrong. "Sorry for the delay," Nico helps me up. "But I know it's never a good idea to steal the spotlight from an Aphrodite."
It's the first time in days that I manage to smile. "Thank you."
"Son of Hades," Kronos sneers at Nico. "Do you love death so much you wish to experience it?"
"Your death," the boy replies, lifting his sword again. "Would be great for me."
"I'm immortal, you fool! I have escaped Tartarus. You have no business here, and no chance to live."
Nico and I share a look and he picks Almighty from the ground, handing it back to me. "You're gonna kill him, or what?" He asks me casually.
Kronos notices me at last. Luke's eyes haven't looked in my direction in so long, that it hits me like a ton of bricks. It's weird 'cause he doesn't look any different, just... worn out.
But I, on the other hand, am a whole other version of myself.
"You," he seethes. "This is the last time you disrespect me."
"Yeah," I adopt a fighting stance. "It is."
The ground quivers under our feet and skeletons spurt out of every crack, seizing monsters without warning.
"Drop your weapons and retreat!" I yell, Nico, Lily and I move together. "You're done!"
"HOLD YOUR GROUND!" Kronos screams. "The dead are no match for us!"
"The dead are not the ones you should be worried about, old man," Lily says, aiming two arrows in his direction.
Hades shows up riding his spooky chariot. "Hello, Father. You're looking... young."
"Hades," Kronos glares at him. "I hope you and the ladies have come to pledge your allegiance."
"I'm afraid not," The god looks at Lily, Nico, and me. "My son and his friends convinced me that perhaps I should prioritize my list of enemies." His eyes Percy. "As much as I dislike certain upstart demigods, not all of them are deserving of oblivion. It would not do for Olympus to fall. I would miss bickering with my siblings. And if there is one thing we agree on—it is that you were a TERRIBLE father."
Kronos shortens the magical barrier and leaves most of us out, only a small group remains in it, and my brother is one of them.
"NO!" I run towards it and Hades does too, but we're both pushed away.
"Are you serious right now?"
"Lily, he knew about Camp Jupiter before any of this happened and he never mentioned it!"
"If Chiron couldn't, what makes you think Nico could?" Lily leaves her dagger on Ara's nightstand and gets up. "His new sister is Roman, right? Perhaps he was afraid to lose his family again if he talked."
"So you're saying I shouldn't tell Annabeth about it?"
"Gods, no! She's having meltdowns left and right! She'll murder Nico! My sister's already way too pressed about the delays, don't freak her out more."
Ara scoffs, obsessively folding and unfolding the clothes she's planning to take on the quest. "I'll murder Nico when I see him—no wonder he never stayed here, he knew Jason would recognize him, that asshole..."
"Hey..." Lily stops her. "You can't be mad at him for wanting to protect his sister..."
"And where is his loyalty to us?" Ara demands grumpily. "He owes us."
Her friend stops her from folding more jeans and shorts. "Are, whenever he visits you're always fighting. You promised Hades he'd be welcomed with open arms—"
"He's the one who continues to act like we're out to get him! If he were nicer—"
"Ara!" Lily stomps her foot in frustration. "You always do this! You push Nico and me into the crowd, telling us it's easy because you have no problem doing it, but it's not fair!"
"You wanna talk fair?" Ara argues. "Nico saw us dying with worry every day for the last six months and said nothing!"
"What could he tell you that Jason hadn't? And being fair, Ara, after you met Leo you left camp like it wasn't important to supervise us anymore, like you'd gotten what you wanted from us so the rest didn't matter."
"I'm sorry?" The girl glares at Lily. "I care about this camp more than you seem to know, Lily. Unlike Nico, who only cares about his reputation!"
"How can you say that after what he did for us during the war?"
"He tried to kill my brother and felt guilty when it didn't work!"
"It wasn't his plan and you know that!"
"I don't wanna go over this again," Ara rolls her eyes and turns away from Lily. "I've got other things to worry about..."
"Like your prophecy?"
Ara freezes. Annabeth must've told Lily about it, so there is no point in asking how she found out. She wonders how long Lily sat with this information, letting it boil until she could spit it out.
"I was going to tell you," Ara says quietly.
"I doubt it."
"I was going to tell you once I knew what it meant," she clarifies.
Lily starts to leave the room. "You're unbelievable, and I'm done."
"Don't do that!" Ara follows her out. "Why do you have to turn every conversation into a test? Every time I choose wrong, you treat me like I'm still small dumb Ara!"
"Because you keep hiding stuff only to tell us about them at the last second so we have no chance to stop you! You've always been like this, and that's why no one thought you'd be a good leader!"
Ara comes to a halt at the top of the staircase. "Did you?"
"What?" Lily stops midway down the steps.
"Did you think that as well?"
"It doesn't matter," Lily's eyes are cold, like two pieces of sharpened ice. "You move faster than I can think. I struggle to keep up and you don't care if I'm still grieving. Nothing's been enough for you since you became the daughter of Olympus."
"If you could believe in me for just a second, maybe I wouldn't need to do everything on my own."
"I believe in you," Lily's grip tightens on the handrail. "Learn the difference between concern and distrust, Strategus. Whenever you do something foolish is like you don't understand how lucky we are to have—"
"No," Ara replies, anger seeping through her words. "You are lucky to have survived, I worked hard to get here. I earned my place as Olympus's General, don't you dare say I'm here out of mere luck."
Lily looks up at her, eyes darkening. "You used Michael and I to crawl your way up, and you barely made it out," she turns and keeps going, quickly reaching the bottom of the stairs.
Ara stays at the top of the staircase, her chest tight and her head pounding. A girl calls her name downstairs and she immediately rushes down, thinking it's Lily.
She finds Annabeth instead.
"What's wrong?" Ara asks anxiously. "Not another delay?"
Annabeth's eyes are bright and eager. "Get your things. We leave in an hour."
My parents wake up and start fighting, which is something I never thought I'd see, but they're doing a pretty good job. Kronos runs to the entrance of the Empire State, and I lock eyes with Percy.
Clarisse and Chiron are out of the fight, and Annabeth and Thalia are trapped inside the border with him. I see him fall to the conclusion that I must do the one thing he can't.
"You're in charge," he shouts. "Don't make me regret it!" Before leaving, he tells Mrs. O'Leary to look for Chiron under the debris.
Lily and Nico stand by my side, weapons ready. "Heard him loud and clear," Lily nudges my arm. "So you better do something."
I nod, taking a deep breath. "Hermes, Hephaestus—Take the mortals to safety!" The campers start pushing the people out of our way. I turn to the demigods that are left. "We end the war today," I lift my sword. "Camp Half-blood!"
Cheers and cries of war respond to my call. I roar a second time. "Praise Hades!"
Lily and Nico echo my cry, and some campers repeat it as they charge against the army of monsters. Nico's dad shines brighter, and he attacks Kronos's barrier with renewed force.
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Low key gonna blow your inbox up but I just love your writing sm. How do you think the boys would be with someone who loves to cook/bake? :)
Awww thanks darlin :) <3
Darry Curtis
Honestly helps him so much. Like- considering the gang is almost always leeching off the food in the house and he's usually working or taking care of the boys, you cooking helps him so much.
Also double points if the boy's like your cooking too. Gives him time to relax and not hear anyone complain about he cooked the damn food.
Definitely the type of boyfriend that would come up behind you and hug you from behind while you mixed something or cut up some veggies. Also a worrywart if you happen to cut your finger or burn yourself on a pan or something. May yell at you to be more careful because he can't afford a hospital visit over some sliced carrots.
Sodapop Curtis
He thinks it's kinda cute. Definitely the type to ask you to cook some random ass box of brownies he found at 2 am. Little midnight baking dates. Definitely to spend time with you though and not because someone usually calls dibs on the bowl before him.
Oh yeah, he automatically dibs licking the bowl and spoon. He doesnt care about the raw eggs. Fight. Him.
Brags about you nonstop. Like you could walk into the DX for a quick visit and he'd be bragging to this old lady about how good your cookies are compared to anyone else's. Sorry grandma.
Ponyboy Curtis
You remind him of his mom. Kinda wholesome and kinda sad. A good amount of memories he has with his mom is standing on a chair as a young kid and helping her mix some stuff for dinner.
He'd probably be the one that preaches constantly about the recipe. "YoU cAnT gUeSs! UsE tHe MeAsUrInG cUpS." A huge gremlin about following the recipe precisely. He helps you but you might have to kick him out so he'll shut up about how you didn't put enough salt into the batter.
He's kinda a 7/10. Helpful if you're precise and he loves to help you out with making food, but sucks if you know your stuff and go off taste. because you don't need no damn measuring cups.
Steve Randle
Ughhhh such a pain. Kick him out. He like- he'll offer help but will literally just make everything ten times messier and worse on you if you accept his offer. Like he sucks in the kitchen with a passion. He always compliments your cooking though. Compliments to the chef.
Begs you to bake him cake and pastries and encourages you to cook constantly. This dudes always hungry but like he usually cleans his plate. Biggest motivation right here. Probably has competitions with Soda over who has the better lunch for work. He usually wins lol
Twobit Matthews
Will ask if you can research how to make homemade beer just for the hell of it. He's actually not as big of an alcoholic as he's told to be, but he does wonder if he could create some homemade beer because honestly? Free and he won't have to use a fake ID.
Other than that he's pretty chill about it. He thinks it's cool you can cook. Probably asks you to make him and his little sister dinner sometimes whenever his mom and stepdad are out. I headcannon him as someone that burns absolutely everything. Somehow almost burned the house down by trying to make warm milk for his sister when she was much younger. He's probably too scared to offer his help for the sake of not wanting to mess up any of your cooking, but he usually lingers around while you cook and watches what you do.
Also is not afraid to pick you up and distract you from your food though if he's excited about something.
Dallas Winston
Pain in the ass 2.0 He's worse than Randle.
"Doll, why cook when I live above a bar?" He definitely doesn't have a great diet. Mfer lives at DQ whenever he's not at Buck's or the Curtis house. His diet consists of Dairy Queen, random ass bar food that Buck finds to give people, sometimes meals at the Dingo if he's not too busy flirting or causing trouble, and stolen ice cream from kids off the street.
"You're just wasting money on all those ingredients. We have plenty of good food all around us." Probably doesn't even own a fridge. Probably the type that has a mini fridge but it's not even plugged in and he just puts sodas or alcohol in there and constantly complains it's broken even though he doesn't think once to look at the plug.
Lol anyways, after you feed him a few good healthy, non leeched, meals, he'll probably shut up more. Still doesn't quite understand, but he gets it a bit more once he tastes the stuff.
Johnny Cade
Honestly probably the only one that actually can cook. He doesn't spend a lot of time in the kitchen, but after watching a few times he's somehow a natural? Like the best one out them all to help you cook because he may even be a better cook than you without trying (no offense.)
He doesn't spend a lot of time at home and or good reason, so it's safe to say he probably doesn't get decent meals a lot unless it's from the Curtis house, but I think that's why he's so good with it? Like- he's so grateful for homemade food because it's rare that he gets it that he just subconsciously is super good at making it. Does that even make sense?
Anyways, like I said the BEST to help with cooking and baking. Even draws cute little hearts and stars with icing when you guys make cake <3
Tim Shepard
Similar to Darry but less open about it. It helps him, it really does, especially with Curly who eats like a horse, but he won't be as sweet or verbally thankful about it. He'll offer to help if he has time, and would hit the backside of Curly's head if he ever made a negative comment about the food, but that's pretty rare so 🤷
Will ask you however, if you can wear nothing but an apron. You'll have to smack him for such a bad flirt.
He'd actually be super soft though if you made him breakfast in bed one day. Like, he'd gently tell you he doesn't deserve you and has you sit so he can share the food.
"Good shit."
Curly Shepard
Like I said previously, he eats like a horse. I don't care how lean and scrawny he seems, he can outeat a neighborhood. But it's okay, he runs it off lol
"Geez guys, slower than usual today because my doll made this bomb ass pasta tonight, ya dig? Almost ate the whole goddamn thing."
Goes on this mini rant about how he'll miss your cooking at the reformatory.
Definitely begs you to leave school with him at lunch time because he doesnt want that shitty cafeteria food now that he has his own personal chef.
#the outsiders#x reader#tim shepard#sodapop curtis#darry curtis#ponyboy curtis#johnny cade#dallas winston#twobit mathews#steve randle#curly shepard#request fic
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Hi! I’m here to cheer you up! And also wish you a great day! And this is to make up for my promise of my congratulations writing that I have yet to do and start 🫣🥺
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This is CEOrry taking his wife and little loves on a long weekend trip
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Y/n and Harry had just picked up the kids from school. It was a Thursday afternoon and the children had no school on Friday.
Y/n thought a vacation or small getaway for the small family was well overdue.
After she talked things through with Harry, they bother agreed to head up to their lake house and spend a long weekend there.
Even though there was snow covering the ground that didn’t stop the endless fun the small family could have in the small town their lake house resides in.
They could go to the annual Christmas festival, shopping, or even skiing. Even though the latter wasn’t much of an option with having two little ones, it was something they could always do once they got a bit older.
Harry pulled off to the side of a parking lot and helped Y/n get the twins situated for the car ride - making sure they had any snacks or blankets they may want.
“They have an ornament making craft taking place tomorrow evening,” Y/n read off from her phone.
“Maybe we take the kids to do that then go grab a bite to eat and head back to watch a movie.”
“Yeah,” Harry nodded his head. “Maybe even do some hot chocolate and popcorn?”
“If you do that then the kids will get all hyper,” she shook her head knowing the kids wouldn’t be able to go to bed with all that sugar in their system.
“True. Then it would take me twice as long to get you all to myself and fu-”
Harry was cut off by a hard smack on the arm, “Finish that sentence in front of them and you won’t get it for a week.”
“I’m just showing their mumma how much I love her,” Harry shrugged. “What’s so wrong about that?”
“A lo-”
Y/n was cut off from a loud screech coming from the back seat.
“That was mine!” (Redact) screamed at her brother.
He took the rest of her veggie straws she had been munching on while watching her show.
(Redact) shrugged, “You weren’t eating them and I was hungry.”
“Hey, what’s going on there back there? What’s with the screaming?” Y/n asked turning to face her two children who sat in the backseat next to each other.
“He took my snack!” (Redacted)exclaimed pointing at the culprit who stole her delicious snack.
Y/n moved her gaze over to her son, “Is that true?”
His eyes moved down to the floor, looking anywhere but his mumma. “Yes.”
Y/n sighed, “You know you don’t take your sisters things without asking.”
“What should have you done instead?”
“Asked her if she was done with them before taking them,” he sighed.
Y/n sent him a comforting smile when he met her gaze, “You should apologize to your sister and give her back her snack.”
“M”sorry for taking your snack,” he spoke handing his sister back his snack.
“It’s okay,” she smiled.
Opening her arms for a hug, she was immediately engulfed into her brothers warm embrace.
But once he had enough he started to push her away just to annoy her. And she did the same right back knowing how to play with her sibling.
And now in the back of the car, the two children where pushing each other while laughing like no tomorrow.
Harry and Y/n would never had guess this was how their life would look like. But they couldn’t be more thankful
Omg Jess. The way you have portrayed the siblings love omg. Being the elder sibling, I totally loved the way you described the bond. Qnd also you're an angel! I LOVE YOU JESS @stylessupremacy
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Splatoon agere HCs !! Squid sisters edition! Part one of a few posts because I feel like I went so far with callie I had to step back because I didn't want to crash tumblr on my end ;;
it went from 3rd person to 2nd person so bare with me pls
Callie!!
I personally think of her as a cg but flip would be cool 2!
Caregiver/Babysitter 4 almost everyone in the NNSS
She's rlly good at remembering everything a little likes! And everything they tell them
Oh, that plush's name is Marshall? I'll be sure to remember!
And she isn't lying AT ALL. You could ask her a year later without mentioning the plush once since then and she'll remember.
She's super strong. Can and will carry any baby who wishes to be held.
Very good at storytelling ! Even without a book, she can recount countless of silly and fun stories to tell
Most are probably from being apart of the NNSS, but from being in octo valley, she heard a lot of good tales, stories and myths that can keep even the most fidgety littles entertained
She's not normally around littles who just want to play, but when they do she can play anything with no stops
Oh, you want to play pretend?
She'll clear out an entire area and set up the most elaborate space, just for you
Oh, you want to play board games?
She has an entire stash, pick your favorite!
Card games, even? Or possibly dress up?
Done and done! She has EVERYTHING. Nobody knows how but she can inherently pull things out of thin air if she wants to.
Will abide by almost every request you have
Not strict with rules
In fact, she only has one
Be nice to yourself
Follow it or else!
She's very good at listening when you need a shoulder to lean on
You can never feel lonely with her at your side! She knows how it feels
She'll give you what ever you need and want to feel better
Even if it's just a simple hug, some time or space
She's always here for you no matter what.
Marie!
Marie is a flip to me. Leans towards caregiving but sometimes even she needs some babytime, y'know?
Doesn't mind babysitting anyone, but only really caregives for Captain 3! But you might be an acception.
Focuses on making sure you're well taken care of.
Have you eaten today? Drank recently?
She makes sure you've done everything required to be happy and healthy.
If you're having a bad day, she'll make you whatever you want
I think she'd cook you lots of food
It might not seem like it, but she's very interested in the culinary arts.
Her favorite? Soup
Don't like soup? She can make almost anything else
Just don't ask her to make anything deep fried
Also, has to be healthy. "A lil' kid likes you needs to eat their veggies!"
Want to be fed by hand? She can do that.
Want to help cook? Can do!
I think she'd call you all sorts of kind and sweet things
And double check every few minutes to make sure you're feeling ok
She can't straight up pick you up like Callie
But will absolutely sit down and hold you in her lap, if you'd like!
She's not super playful, but will try her best
She isn't as creative as Callie, but can absolutely play any role with 100% serious if you want to play pretend
When little, she tends to regress from 0-2 I'd think
Tiny baby brain
She always sticks to someone's side when little
She HATES being alone. Will follow you around like a puppy
Hides under blankets a ton too
Mostly just wants to cuddle all the time.
Has trouble communicating, so you gotta take time to learn how she responds to specific needs or wants
Lots of arm flapping and pointing
Has a stash of baby things and refuses to get them herself
Very picky and has trouble cooperating
Just wants a bunch of attention and cuddles, mainly
Next up : Off The Hook + Deep cut !
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A Manchester Affair (Rúben Dias): Chapter 11
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"You sure it's ok?"
"It's ok Scott, don't worry. I had to babysit kids to get some extra cash before working for Bayern, I know what I'm doing".
"But it's three kids. Including two babies", he repeated once again.
"I know. It'll be fine!"
"You are the best, you know that right?"
"Of course I know", she winked at him.
Scott had come to Lucía’s house panicking. Because of some family issues, his sister and her partner had to travel to Scotland and Scott was going to be looking after their kids since his parents were also out of town. But the final day they were there was a day before a match and he needed to go stay with the squad in a hotel. Lucía, however, could stay home if she wanted, so she offered to look after them that day.
"Rúben is away that Saturday, right?"
"He'll be back in the evening, I guess".
"I'm ok with him helping you and staying with my nephews and my niece. Just so you know. I don’t think you’ll refuse any help you can get".
The topic of Rúben was always a weird one. Scott was a huge supporter of their relationship, but they hadn't met properly yet and she worried about how that would go. But every little comment like this one made her confident that they could actually be friendly towards each other.
"Ok, it’s good to know", she smiled.
"Well, I gotta go pick them up. Thanks again", he said, giving her a hug.
**
When Scott closed Lucía’s door and turned to go to the lift, he saw Rúben approaching the apartment.
"Hey mate", he said.
"Hi. I didn't know you were visiting".
"Just asking her for a favour. Nothing else".
The tension could be cut with a knife.
"I know Scott. And…sorry for, you know, what happened at the match".
Scott laughed. "I get it. I would have probably done the same".
He then extended his hand so Rúben could shake it. "Friends? For her?"
"Friends", said Rúben, shaking Scott's hand.
"Anyway, go see your girl. I have a very busy day ahead of me. I'll see you around, I guess".
"Yes. Bye".
**
"Did you bump into Scott? He just left", asked Lucía, looking to be completely transparent with Rúben.
"I did and we are friends now".
"You are?", she asked, surprised.
"Kind of".
That made her laugh, but also made her very happy. There was nothing she wanted more than for them to get on well.
"So, are you ready for the movie?", she said, laughing at him.
"Why can't we just watch a comedy?"
"Because we watched one the other day and it’s my turn to pick. Besides Scream has a lot of comedy in it!! It's the perfect combination".
"You said that about the last horror movie too", he complained.
"Stop being a baby and pay attention. The opening scene is so good".
**
Saturday arrived and it was time for Lucía’s big babysitting job.
Scott had a niece that was three years old and then two twin nephews that were still babies. Definitely a lot of work but she felt like she could do it. Right?
Only two hours later, she realised she wasn’t ready for it at all. The babies kept waking up at different times and crying because they probably missed their mum. Scott's niece was busy playing and didn't want to help out with her brothers. Well, at least she wasn't causing much drama.
By the time Lucía had to start making their dinner, her shirt had dried vomit on it, her hair looked like a nest, there were toys all over her living room and she even found some in the toilet. It was a disaster.
She threw all her nutrition knowledge out of the window and just made some fish fingers with mashed potatoes for her and Scott's niece. She wanted to put ketchup on then?…well, so be it. At least she was eating. She’d take any wins, no matter how small.
And speaking of babies, the veggie purée she made for them seemed to be well received until one of them started to spit it. Brilliant.
How could parents do this without crying every day?
The idea of bath time totally made her want to bawl her eyes out.
"Someone is knocking on the door, I'll open it", she heard the little girl say while she started to walk in the door’s direction.
"No!!! You can't open the door to strangers".
"My parents let me do it at home", she said seriously.
"Yeah, pretty sure they don't, young lady".
When Lucía opened the door, she found Rúben there.
"Bad time to visit?", he chuckled, seeing the way she looked.
"I want to hug you but I'm so gross right now".
He let himself in and gave her a quick peck on the lips.
"Is he your boyfriend?"
"Yes, this is Rúben. My boyfriend".
"My uncle is more handsome, you should date him".
"Sorry babe, the jury has decided. I have to date uncle Scott".
“Who am I going to date then?”, said Rúben, pouting.
“Me!!”, said Scott’s niece.
“So that was her plan all along. She wanted you for herself but sent me to her uncle as a consolation prize”, laughed Lucía.
Rúben just shook his head and went to see how the babies were doing.
“Ok, honey. How about we take you to the bath now and then you can watch some TV while I bathe your little brothers?”
“Can I have ice cream while I watch TV?”, she said.
“Sure”, said Lucía, so tired that she’d give her a chocolate fountain if that helped.
When she walked past the spare room on her way to the bathroom, she saw Rúben holding both babies. They looked so tiny being held by him. He was bouncing them in his legs and making them giggle. And it took Lucía a second, or twenty, to realized she needed to stop staring and help Scott’s niece with her bath.
Three baths later, she was ready to collapse on the sofa. But it was occupied by Rúben, who had Scott's niece next to him, holding onto his arm while they watched TV.
"Everything ok here? Babies are sleeping".
Rúben turned to look at her. "All good. How about you take a shower now that it's all calmed down. I'll look after her".
"You're perfect".
"I recall you saying that the day we met, yeah".
She chuckled at his words and left to shower. They had come a long way since that dinner with Pep.
When she got back to the living room, Lucía saw a little three-year-old girl hugging Rúben while trying to keep her eyes open to finish watching the movie.
“I guess I’m not the only one who likes your cuddles”.
He looked up at her and smiled. “I’ve got two arms”.
But when she sat next to him to cuddle to his side, a little hand slapped hers.
“No! Rúben is mine”.
“Is he now? Where am I supposed to sit then?”
“Next to me”, she said. And so that’s what Lucía did, shaking her head.
But not even 10 minutes later, the little one was already sleeping and so Rúben took her to her bed before coming back to the sofa.
“I think I’m allowed to be your boyfriend again”, he said before leaning in to kiss her.
They could have stayed in that moment for hours after such a tiring day.
“You don’t have to stay today if you don’t want to”.
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“The kids will wake up in the middle of the night and you should rest after your match”, she said, putting her head on his shoulder.
“And you need to rest before your match tomorrow”.
“Yes, but it’s not the same. I'm not a player”.
“No, you’re more important than the players”, he said. “Imagine Varane hurts his ankle but you’re so sleepy that you start treating his arm. It would be on national TV. Embarrassing!”
Lucía turned her head so his arm could muffle the sound of her laughing.
“Let’s go to bed then”, she said, grabbing his hand.
**
The night wasn’t as bad as she expected, even though she did have to wake up a couple of times to look after the babies. But when Scott’s sister knocked on the door, Lucía literally sprinted to open it.
“Thank you for looking after them. I hope it wasn’t too bad”, she said.
“It was ok, don’t worry”.
“But you aren’t doing it again anytime soon, right?”, she laughed.
“I’ll leave the babysitting to uncle Scott”.
“I’ll let him know he has to bring you with him to a Sunday dinner, so we can thank you for yesterday. And so everyone else can meet you”.
“I’d love to go, thank you”.
“Amazing! Thank you again. And say hi to my brother later”, she said, leaving and somehow managing to make it look simple to control three kids.
“I will!”
“That family will be devastated to find out you and Scott aren’t together”, said Rúben, making her jump. She thought he was still in the shower.
“Yeah, well”, she said, rolling her eyes.
“I’m joking”.
“Are you?”
“Yes, too early?”, he laughed.
“A bit”, she said, laughing too. “But you aren’t wrong. I think they are getting the wrong idea so Scott better let them know before they try to turn me into a McTominay when I meet them”.
“Just tell them you’ll be a Dias one day”.
“I’ll tell them I’ll keep my own last name”, she said, rolling her eyes.
“So…”, he said, changing the subject. “Did that count as practice?”
Lucía turned to look at him with a frown on her face but quickly realised what he meant.
“Yesterday gave me the complete opposite of baby fever, Dias. Ask me again in a year. That’s how long it’ll take me to recover”.
“You know, they usually come one by one, not three at once”, laughed Rúben.
“Can’t risk it!”
**
The next day Lucía had a photo shoot to attend. It was one of the most bizarre requests she got, but the team was actually happy to get any type of promotion. I mean, was there a product they weren’t sponsored by? It was a bit ridiculous.
So there she was, on the set of Women’s Health, ready to pose for a couple of photos and talk about her job at United.
The guy who was interviewing her didn’t seem particularly friendly. He also kept on getting her name wrong, which was really annoying. Isn’t part of the job to make sure you actually know who you are talking to?
“Are you in a relationship?”, asked the journalist.
“I’m sorry?”
“I asked if you have a boyfriend”.
“I don’t see how that has anything to do with my job”, she said, side-eyeing him.
“Just answer the question. You are a young woman working surrounded by men, people want to know”.
Lucía almost felt like leaving the set at that moment, but seeing how he talked to her, she had the feeling that if she did that, the article would not be very flattering.
“I do have a boyfriend, yes”.
“Wasn’t that hard”, he muttered.
The rest of the interview went as well as she could hope for and then she posed for the photos. It was weird for her to be posing in these types of sport clothes. She was more used to just the team’s clothes, but hey, new experiences and all that. Everyone in the team told her to enjoy it, and she was going to try to do just that. Even if having a wind machine directed at her face wasn’t really her idea of a good time.
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Bonding
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this one is a bit longer then my previous one and i am posting it early :P
there is jack and Sam in this one, also little kissy smooching :D
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“Dean, I don't understand.” Cas stood in front of the stove in the bunker's kitchen facing Dean with tomato sauce all over his trench coat.
“It’s alright Cas, cooking is hard.” Dean gave a little chuckle while patting down Cas’s trench coat to clean the sauce. “Next time ask for help if you can’t open something Cas.”
Cas looked at the glass in a pile in the corner with apologetic eyes. He made messes all the time but he liked to be good at stuff, not keep making messes. Sometimes he wondered if Dean liked him a bit less because of his messes. “Do we start the pasta yet?”
“Not quite yet.” Dean said, licking a bit of the sauce off his finger. Dean rinsed off the cloth in the sink and thought about what vegetables to add to the sauce. Dean also decided it was a good idea to get Cas a cooking apron, because more messes were prone to happen. “Bottom drawer beside the fridge, there's some aprons, can you grab one?”
Cas got the apron on the top and held it out and Dean walked over to him and gripped onto the left lapel of his trench coat. Their eyes met and Dean had a smirk as he took off the dirty trench coat. “This has to go in the wash. Do you need me to take off your blazer as well?” Cas looked down at himself without the trench coat. He always felt a bit off without it, like it was something he needed to have comfort and safety.
“I can take that off.” He would’ve let Dean take off his blazer as well but they were cooking, he didn’t want to get distracted because he actually wanted to learn how to cook so he could feed Jack something other than peanut butter and grape jelly sandwiches for every meal.
“Alright, put your apron on and then we cut up the veggies. But there's a certain order we have to do this in.” Dean placed Cas’s trench coat and blazer on the table to be put in the wash later and went over to the fridge grabbing whatever vegetables he knew Jack would eat. “Always get the food that Jack will eat cause he’s in his picky era.” Dean teased.
Dean got a carrot and started cutting it up into quarters, showing Cas. Knowing full well Cas didn’t need a hand in cutting vegetables Dean got behind Cas and put the knife in his hand. Dean held onto his hands, helping him cut the carrots, then the zucchini and other vegetables while breathing down the warm air onto Cas’s neck. They started the pasta and started talking about random things, hunting with John, school, growing up with Gabriel and his other brothers and the guilt of not being able to please fathers.
“I guess we both have a case of the daddy issues Cas.” Dean said looking up to Cas’s green eyes. Cas just looked at him confusingly and he looked to the ground. Dean took this as an opportunity and grazed Cas’s Jaw, jerking his head up to look at each other in their own clear classy eyes.
“I don't understand that Dean.” Dean sighed and rested his head on Cas’s chest under his chin and patted his shoulder.
“It’s alright Cas.” Dean raised his head and kissed Cas’s cheek and then his lips. Dean wrapped both his hands behind Cas’s head taking in every breath and movement before they got interrupted by whispers watching by the doorway.
“Do you want a sister or a brother Jack?” Sam said thoroughly enjoying the moment. Dean left Cas’s lips and started getting the plates ready.
“Oo! I think I want a brother.” Jack smiled so his gap showed and Cas came over lifting him up and putting him in his chair at the table with a placemat with cars.
Together as a family they bonded over dinner, talking about some hunts they could go on, Jack’s day at school and how other hunters were doing, and including how much Jack missed grandpa Bobby.
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