#but also i want nothing more than to be able to just breeze through this very difficult class

[crushmeeren]

ᝰ FIRST TIME FUCKING YOU WITHOUT A CONDOM .ᐟ

⋆ ft. itachi, neji, kakashi, sasuke ⋆

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༝ ᭝ ༝ itachi ༝ ᭝ ༝

⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣

Itachi is not someone who’d be reckless with this decision.

Sure, his cheeks would turn scarlet when you ask. His head would whip to the side so fast his neck would be in danger of snapping, drawing one leg up as his entire body shifts towards you on the couch. He would slip two fingers into the collar of his t-shirt and tug, desperate for a cool breeze to tame the suffocating heat now creeping down his throat, flushing his chest.

His gaze would flicker across your face, hand resting on your thigh, squeezing once. He’d ask, “You — are you sure? You don’t want me to wear a condom anymore?” His voice would crack on the word condom and his blush would darken. Itachi would take a second to clear his throat, glaring at you without any real heat when you couldn’t hold back a laugh.

“I’m sure, Itachi.” You’d readjust your position, mirroring his, and look up at him through your lashes. “I just, I need to feel you. All of you,” you’d admit, playing with his fingers before lacing them together. The sweet heat building in your belly would remind you of the way it feels to drink a cup of hot chocolate.

Itachi’s lips would part, and you’d be certain you caught his dick jerking in his sweats. He’d make you wait until you’re on some other form of birth control. No surprise babies in this house.

Itachi would hold his breath when he pushed his latex free cock into you for the first time. His eyes would squeeze shut, a shaky exhale of your name spilling from his lips as he bottomed out and fucking came. You’d be able to feel the harsh twitching of his dick as he made you look nothing short of a cream filled donut. He’d be so embarrassed, ready to apologize, but he’d stop short at the fucked out look on your face.

The added slick sensation would turn you on like no other, cheeks hot to the touch as you begged him to keep going. He’d stay as hard as a rock, rolling you both until you’re perched in his lap. He’d draw his knees up, tangle his fingers with yours, and encourage you to “Ride me, sweetheart. C’mon, take what you need. I’ll let you use me until your pretty little pussy is sore.”

Itachi doesn’t have to tell you twice.

༝ ᭝ ༝ neji ༝ ᭝ ༝

⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣

Neji loves having sex with you, but he’d be a bit paranoid.

Neji’s uptight. From the outside, you’d never be able to tell how pussy drunk he gets. He’s a whiny, breathy mess any time his cock’s inside you.

However, he’d also be hyper aware he could get you pregnant if he’s not careful. He wouldn’t be opposed to the idea of having a baby with you, but he wouldn’t be ready for quite some time. He’d wear a condom, no matter how bad he wants your pussy to squeeze him raw. You’d have multiple conversations about it, convincing him to try just putting the tip in.

He’d be….hooked, to say the least. It’d be by sheer force of will that he doesn’t shove his entire cock in your pussy that first time. But, it’d also be the very next time Neji swears “just the tip”, when things spiral.

The warm ache in Neji’s belly would overshadow his concerns. He’d end up knocking your thighs further apart with his knees, bending forward and planting his elbows on either side of your head, leaving just a few centimeters between you. He’d whine, “Baby, I can’t handle this temptation any longer. Please, can I feel your pussy?”

“Fuck, put it in Neji. As long as you pull out it’ll be fine, I promise.” You’d lift your hips to take more of him before he could regret it, and Neji would oblige. Your pussy would hug his cock better than in his dreams, and Neji’s low, broken moan would light your blood on fire.

Neji would straighten up to sit on his knees, grip one of your ankles and haul your leg over his shoulder, allowing the other leg to hang loosely at his hip. He’d bend you in half to deepen the angle, hands resting by your shoulders. Just to tease you both, he’d pull out halfway and push back in at an agonizing pace.

Neji would fuck you within an inch of your life, long hair becoming a curtain that cuts you off from the world. Your nails would scratch angry pink lines down his chest, and his cock would start to throb as he toed the line of release. You’d smack his chest, reminding him with a desperate plea, “Don’t cum inside me! Neji, Neji, baby — you gotta pull out!”

He’d slip his cock free at the last second, letting your body flop to the bed as he stroked his cock. With three quick pumps he’d cum all over your belly.

Safe to say, this would be Neji’s new favorite way to have sex.

༝ ᭝ ༝ sasuke ༝ ᭝ ༝

⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣

Unlike his brother, Sasuke is impulsive.

He couldn’t deny the thought would cross his mind every now and then, playing with the idea of fucking you raw and seeing his sticky, white cum cover his cock and spill from your pussy.

Usually when he got the urge he’d jerk himself off. Cool fingers would wrap around his warm cock, shivers running down his spine as he stroked himself slowly. He’d cum in a heartbeat.

It would dull the ache of his desire for a while. Hell, he definitely wouldn’t want to have a baby any time in the near future. But soon enough it’d start to eat at him again. His stomach would clench tight every time you’d have sex, nasty dreams forcing him to wake up hard. That’s why, when you beg him to take the condom off, it’s take zero effort to convince him.

Your face would be buried in your pillow, ass in the air, and one hand would fist the sheets. The other would twist behind to smack against Sasuke’s lean lower belly, pushing at him to wait. He’d be too focused, hands pressing your lower back into a harsh arch, sweat trailing down his temple, over his jaw, dripping onto your back.

“Sasuke,” you’d moan, asking for his attention. “Wait, Sasuke — ah fuck!” You’d dig your nails into his belly until he sucked in a sharp breath. “Take the condom off, please!”

His hips would still, pressed flush to your ass. “What?” He’d ask, already be pulling out. “You want me to fuck you raw?” He’d tease. “So spoiled, princess.”

You’d roll onto your back, cheeks heated, chest heaving. “Just fucking take it off,” you’d demand, reaching to grasp the slippery latex and slide it free. Sasuke would smirk, eyes glued to his dick as it bobs once the condom pops off.

Sasuke’s jaw would go slack once you stroked his cock, the skin soft and slick from leftover lube. He’d fucking whimper, a noise he’d never made before, when he pushes all the way in. Sasuke’s thoughts wouldn’t be coherent after that. He’d put your knees to your ears and fuck you until he’s cum twice and you’re squirting onto his pelvis.

He would panic the next day, going dizzy with relief when you inform him you started getting birth control shots.

༝ ᭝ ༝ kakashi ༝ ᭝ ༝

⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣

Kakashi would be asking you if he could hit it raw.

For your entire relationship, Kakashi would have it known that he’s got a fantasy about giving you a “cream pie”, for lack of a better word. He’d never push you to do something you’re uncomfortable with, no, he’d be more than happy to even role play the act.

There’s no denying that Kakashi would truly want to get you pregnant. He’d love to see your belly round with his baby, but he’d be patient and wait for you to give him the go ahead. However, Kakashi has a loud mouth, and he’d voice his desires at least every other time you have sex.

In the end, the idea would get in your head and become more than appealing to you. When you gave in, it’d be when Kakashi least expected it. It’d be a night when his back is propped up by a couple pillows near your headboard, calloused hands gripping your ass and guiding the slow roll of your hips. Kakashi would be drooling about how well you ride his cock.

Your hands would brace themselves on his pecs, nails digging into his skin, and Kakashi wouldn’t be able to keep his mouth shut. No surprise there. “Babygirl,” he’d moan, eyes rolling towards the ceiling when your pussy clenches tight. “Look so pretty when you ride me, m’gonna cum so hard. You’ll let me knock you up, yeah? Wanna see you swollen with my baby so bad.”

You’d slap your hand over his mouth to stop the stream of filthy words, cheeks blistering. “Kakashi,” you’d say through your teeth, voice pitching higher. “Take off the condom.”

Kakashi’s eyebrows would shoot to his hairline, jaw dropping open as the words he’d been waiting forever to hear sunk in. There’s no way in hell you’d have to repeat yourself. He’d shove you off his lap and onto your back, settling between your spread thighs as he all but ripped off the condom. He’d stroke his cock a couple times before readjusting his weight, taking his time to slide his bare cock back inside you.

Kakashi would whine in back of his throat, pushing your thighs apart until your muscles started to protest. “Kakashi!” You’d gasp, pushing up to your elbows, fisting the sheets as he railed the shit out of you.

“Sorry, can’t — fuck, can’t help myself,” he’d pant, not sounding sorry at all. You’d catch a glimpse of Kakashi’s sharingan whirling and then he’d be cumming before you realized he’s close.

He wouldn’t stop with one round. He’d wring pleasure out of you until your legs turned to jelly. He’d cum again after that, making such a mess that you’d both end up in the shower.

[satkru]

Consider yourself lucky

heian era sukuna x male reader

A/n: I love glazing sukuna idc what anyone says sukuna is literally so fine and he has done nothing wrong, also i js wanna say ty to @ — mmonikurr for helping me w this :)

Cw: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT : dub-con , belly distortion , two cocks (sukuna) , manhandling , fear play , forced eye contact , begging , reader is stated to have a “feminine figure” but u don’t have to have one if u don’t want one 👍🏽 , praise kink (if u squint hard enough) , mentions of mpreg

Y/n’s eyes fixated on his once beloved clan ‘s home, his breathing came out raggedy and rushed, as if he just ran a marathon.

Who could’ve done such destruction on this big village?

Through the smoke y/n saw a large figure emerge, along with a slightly smaller figure walking beside it. The both of them bared no wounds and actually looked cleaner than ever.

Y/n slowly raised himself from his knees and began steadily walking backwards, keeping his eyes on the two figures who chatted away in front of his burning clan.

Y/n descended into the forest slowly but surely, occasionally making sure his footing was in the correct position. CRACK! Y/n’s face went pale as he realized what he had done.

A stick had perfectly positioned itself below y/n’s foot and snapped in half, causing the big sound. The man wasted no time in running as fast as he could, using the bases of the trees as small boosts as he booked it.

But tonight was not y/n’s night, as he then tripped and fell over an uprooted branch. Fear and adrenaline coursed through y/n’s veins but there was no time to get up, as both the large figure and smaller figure steadily made their way towards the fallen man.

Y/n did nothing but close his eyes and pray to himself that he would be able to survive this night and be able to see another day. The footsteps gradually became closer until they finally stopped by his feet.

“Uraume, check this boy for any injuries” a deep and menacing voice spoke, y/n heard “uraume” hum before being forced onto his knees and having to look into uruame’s red eyes.

Y/n stared into their eyes as they thoroughly checked his face, uruame’s fingers gracefully floated over y/n’s face, taking their time to touch and probe at the man’s face, occasionally rubbing some dirt off of y/n’s face.

“He’s all clear sir” uraume spoke before back to where they once stood. “Good to hear, I don’t want my playthings to be ugly with a face full of scars” the large figure walked towards y/n, their extremely buff and big figure making the smaller male on the ground cower more into the dirt in fear.

“Get up” the bigger male’s voice commanded. Y/n basically jumped to his feet, looking up at the other man’s face with tears in his eyes. “Hm, what a precious boy we have, truly much better looking than all the others” y/n’s cheeks became a sweet pink color as the compliment sunk into his skin.

A pair of large and course hands wrapped themselves around y/n’s waist, causing the male to gasp from the sudden touch. Another pair of hands caressed y/n’s face, “my name is sukuna ryomen , but to you, it ‘s master, got it?” Y/n nodded as soon as sukuna finished his introduction.

“What a feminine body you have.. are you sure you’re not a girl?” Y/n tensed up, “no master.. im no girl..” the smaller male said through trembling lips and in a tiny voice.

Sukuna hummed, “what a shame, I would’ve impregnated you the moment you said you were” y/n ‘s face grew hot with the thought of someone more huger than him rearranging his insides.

“Guess you’ll have to do for now” y/n let out a surprised gasp as he then felt his robe being undone and being swept off his shoulders. The cold air of the night breezed over y/n ‘s exposed skin, making him shiver.

“Aw, want me to warm you up sweet boy?” Sukuna ‘s words were laced with lust and desire, y/n opened his mouth to respond but was then cut off as sukuna ‘s bottom pair of arms lifting him off the ground as if he were nothing.

Y/n and sukuna were now at eye level with each other. Sukuna ‘s four eyes staring deep within the naked man ‘s soul, y/n couldn’t help but avert his gaze away from sukuna ‘s deformed face.

Causing sukuna to get irritated and grab y/n ‘s face with one of his many hands, “look at me, boy, I am your savior, I am your god, so you will treat me as so”.

Y/n could do nothing but whimper and force himself to once again look into sukuna ‘s eyes. “Good boy” ryomen purred, his already cocky smirk growing even more cockier by the second as he looked at y/n’s fearful face.

And just like a god, sukuna dropped y/n back on the forest floor because “mortals have no business being on par with their gods”.

The “god” placed a hand on y/n ‘s head, grabbing a fistful of hair and tugging him more close to his upper inner thigh. “As a servant, you must do everything I say, alright?” Y/n nodded eagerly.

“Hm, that’s what I like to see, now, as your first task for me, you will suck my cock. Got it?” Sukuna watched as y/n shakily nod and reach up to untie his pants lace.

Y/n then grabbed the hem of sukuna’s pants and slowly pulled them down, revealing not only one, but two extremely long and thick cocks. Drool dripped out the corners of y/n ‘s mouth as he stared intently at the two cocks.

Sukuna chuckled, “hasn’t anyone taught you staring is rude?” Y/n blushed and bowed his head, “m-my apologies.. master..” , sukuna chuckled and pulled on y/n ‘s hair. Causing the man to yelp and grab onto sukuna ‘s strong thighs.

Y/n looked up into ryomen ‘s demanding eyes, “well? Get to it slut” , y/n let out a quick ‘yes master!’ Before wrapping his lips around the tip of one of sukuna ‘s cocks while groping the base of the other.

Sukuna groaned as he then moved his hands that were in y/n ‘s hair down to the base of his neck. Y/n licked and slurped on sukuna ‘s big and girthy tip, coating it entirely in saliva.

“Fuck.. go down that shaft, I need to feel my head hit the back of that whorish mouth” y/n did what was asked of him and began to slowly deepthroat sukuna ‘s cock. Gaining a loud and drawn out groan out of sukuna.

Soft and whispered curses leaked out of sukuna ‘s mouth as y/n began to bob his head on sukuna’s cock, making his way down the base.

While y/n worked on sukuna’s top cock, he began to stroke the bottom one at a slow pace, making sure to fondle the balls as well.

“Fuck.. I’m c-cumming.. don’t even try to pull back now, you’re going to take my entire load deep in that slutty throat of yours” and just like that, sukuna came in y/n ‘s mouth, coating his once pink insides a creamy white.

Sukuna ‘s second cock spurted it’s essence onto y/n ‘s bare chest, some dripping down to his abdomen and down his own cock.

Y/n ‘s pushed himself off sukuna ‘s cock with a gasp, coughing up some left over cum that got stuck in his throat. “We’re not done yet boy, get up”.

The cum-covered man got up, his legs trembling as if he were a newly born fawn. Sukuna ‘s bottom arms wrapped themselves around y/n ‘s waist, hoisting him up to where his head laid comfortably between sukuna ‘s pecs.

Sukuna’s hands then slowly slid down towards y/n ‘s ass, taking the two cheeks into his palms. Spreading them out enough to where y/n ‘s hole was visible. Sukuna then took one of his hands off of y/n ‘s ass to perfectly position one of his cocks directly below y/n ‘s hole.

The sound of the combination of a wet cock and a dry hole filled the quiet forest, along with a surprised moan from y/n. Sukuna smirked at y/n ‘s response, but he wanted a more extreme reaction.

A light went off above sukuna ‘s head as an idea popped into his malicious mind. Ryomen thrusted his hips up, making contact with y/n ‘s plush cheeks. Y/n through his head back as he let out a much more pleasurable and loud moan than before, along with that, a string of a certain warm and creamy white substance squirted out of the tip of y/n ‘s cock.

“Cant even handle a single thrust? This isn’t looking good for you boy” sukuna said with a snicker, y/n was about to argue with him but decided to kept his mouth shut. Ryomen slid y/n back up, earning a groan out of him. Sukuna then grabbed his other cock and positioned beside his other cock.

He slid the tip in, causing y/n to dig his face into the crevasse of sukuna ‘s pecs. And with another thrust, ryomen ‘s other cock had successfully entered y/n ‘s already filled hole.

Y/n clawed at sukuna ‘s arms, drawing a bit of blood. The pain that sukuna was suppose to be feeling was replaced with ecstasy and the desire for more. MORE pain, MORE pleasure.

“Ready?” Sukuna asked, but didn’t wait for y/n ‘s response. Sukuna slid y/n up one last time before delivering a powerful thrust into his hole. Y/n cried out, tears forming in his eyes from the thrust of sukuna ‘s hips.

Ryomen continued to deliver harsh and heavy thrusts into y/n ‘s already recked hole, y/n begged for sukuna to stop, but he was already too far gone in pleasure to be able to hear y/n ‘s pleads.

Y/n felt the many veins that drove along sukuna ‘s long and hard cocks, the veins were enough to drive y/n insane as they rubbed against the tight and gummy walls of his insides.

Sukuna ‘s cocks twitched, signaling that he was close to his release. Y/n sobbed as he realized that he would be downgraded to nothing but a cumslut and a cocksleeve for a curse that was way more stronger than him in every way.

“Take my kids into that precious hole of yours slut, maybe then you could actually gain a purpose for something” y/n knew what “purpose” he would gain, he would become a mother to children he could not bare.

With a couple more thrusts, y/n felt sukuna ‘s cocks unload their last gallon of cum into his once pure hole.

Sukuna breathed heavily, trying to catch an ounce of fresh air in the steamy and hot ecosystem him and his new slut had made.

“Consider yourself lucky I didn’t kill you, but now, you must work for me, you’ll worship me and my existence altogether, your nothing without me, your only purpose for me is to be a hole I can put my two cocks in and bare my kids in that stomach of yours” sukuna whispered delicately into y/n ‘s ear. Causing the poor man to shiver and shakily nod.

“Uraume, mind cleaning me and my new toy?”

[zepskies]

Headcanon: Body Insecurity/Appreciation

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader, Beau Arlen x Reader, Soldier Boy/Ben x Reader

AN: This one was requested by one of my lovely Patreon members, @roseblue373. 💜 It's a special one to me personally, being plus-sized myself and having gone through my share of insecurities. Wish I had one of these guys to make it better lol!~

Prompt/Request: Great job with the latest Dean/Beau/Ben reacts vignettes! I'd love to see one where reader has put on weight and isn't happy with their body, and how each would make her feel better!! IF the muse agrees, of course! ❤️

HC: How Dean Winchester, Beau Arlen and Soldier Boy (Ben) would react to your body insecurity.

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! Established relationship, body insecurity (but also body appreciation), thicc thirty, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, spiciness/smuttishness.

Dean Winchester

You've started breezing past mirrors when you get out of the shower.

Because if you catch sight of your own reflection, you can't help but utter a sigh, your lips dipping into a frown.

In the privacy of the room you share with Dean in the bunker, you take a risk in unwrapping the towel from your body in front of the mirror.

You inspect yourself with growing dejection, noting all the places that are rounder, heavier, less firm than they used to be.

Looks like no amount of running down leads and killing monsters has been enough to keep you in shape.

Too much shitty fast food, too many times you indulged yourself with snacks and dessert alongside your foodie boyfriend.

"What'cha doin', sweetheart?" Dean asks. He steps into the room while wiping donut icing from the corner of his mouth.

Speak of the devil.

When Dean finally catches you frowning at yourself in the mirror, you inhale sharply and close the towel back up.

"Nothing. Just need to get dressed," you reply quickly. "Shower's open."

You try to offer him a smile, despite the pang of jealousy when you eye him.

He gave you the first chance at the shower after the latest case wrapped up, so he's still wearing most of his FBI suit, sans jacket. The white dress shirt is rolled up to his elbows, a few days of scruff neatly trimmed across his cheeks.

The man can cram an entire pizza down his gullet and wash it down with three slices of apple pie, not to mention countless beers. And still, Dean stays looking downright edible.

By comparison, you feel...fat. Like you've let yourself go.

You turn away from him to grab your well-worn sweatpants and an oversized shirt; you plan to change alone in the bathroom, but Dean grabs your arm.

"Who says you need to get dressed?" he says, popping his brows with a suggestive grin. He slips his arms around your waist, but your instinct is to shy away from his hold. You chuckle awkwardly and avoid his now curious gaze.

"Sorry, babe. Um...I'm wiped. I just want to get to bed," you say.

But Dean isn't fooled. His spidey sense is tingling, and his gut is almost never wrong.

His hand slides down your arm and grasps your hand, tugging you back into his arms. You utter a little gasp, but you ultimately smile at his familiar grin. There's a perceptive gleam in his eyes though.

"You know, seems like you've been pretty wiped lately," he says, raising a brow. "It's been a while since we, uh..."

He waggles his brows playfully, squeezing your hips. You want to smile, but you can't let yourself. You can't quite look at him either.

For Dean, it's another glaring red flag. His lips form a frown, and he dips his chin to find your eyes.

"Hey," he says. "What's goin' on? Talk to me."

His tone is so sincere, you have to blink against the sting of tears. Your lower lip wobbles, and Dean frowns in earnest. He presses a hand to your cheek and gets you to look at him with your watery eyes.

"Sweetheart, you gotta tell me what's wrong," he says, more gently, but serious.

Eventually, you're able to get it out. You can't bear the thought of him touching you, because lately, you can't even bear looking at yourself.

"I know I've been gaining weight, I just..." your voice breaks, and you gesture haphazardly at your body. "I'd get it if you're not really into this right now."

Dean's heart clenches. He's downright shocked at your confession, and more than a little disheartened. He presses a hand to your cheek and guides you to look at him.

"All right, hold up just one damn minute."

His calloused fingers gently brush away your tears, but his hands keep moving, slowly traveling down your body. They slide down your bare arms, skimming the sides of your breasts.

Your breath hitches. Your hand is still fisted over your beating heart, keeping your towel closed. His hands continue to move, molding to the curve of your waist over the fuzzy fabric.

"I'll admit, we've been pretty busy lately with everything we've got going on. But if you think that means I'm ever not into this delectable, sexy, voluptuous, goddess body you got rockin' the house?" he says, grinning that utterly Dean grin of his.

You bite your lip against a bubble of laughter. He's too fucking much sometimes.

Dean tugs you closer, until your hips fit snugly against his through his slacks. His tall, broad frame crowds you. His lips skim your cheek, then over your lips in a tease.

He squeezes the flesh of your hips, tender and sensuous.

Your heart flutters at the feeling.

"Mmm, I like you nice and soft," he murmurs against your cheek, close to your ear. "Feels that much better when I fuck you."

A small gasp gets trapped in your throat, while the gravel depths in his voice go straight to your pussy in a pulsing throb of warmth.

By the time he claims your lips in a devouring kiss, you're all too willing to let him peel your towel open, drop it to the floor, and guide you backwards onto the bed.

There he'll take his time, forging yet another mental map of every plush square inch of you.

Beau Arlen

Beau is a busy man. You understand that.

As Sheriff, his job demands a lot from him. He's also a father and has an ex-wife to contend with. (You knew that going in, and you've come to love Emily too.)

However, you can't help but start to take it personally when your sex life begins to suffer. He's often claimed being tired...but there's another suspicion that's been taking root in your mind, feeding your doubts and insecurities about how your boyfriend sees you, and about how you see yourself.

When you slip into bed at night, a kiss goodnight is all he gives you lately, before he's sighing deeply and closing his eyes, his soft snores soon filling the room.

One night, you try touching his shoulder, leaning in to kiss his bearded cheek. He hums at the pleasant feeling.

"You wanna...?" You trail the question in his ear, pressing more sweet kisses down his neck.

"Aw, sweetheart," he groans. "I'd like to, but I think I'd just smother you. I'm about to pass out."

You huff a laugh. You teasingly walk two fingers across his chest. "What if I make it easy for you?"

You shift onto your side. Resting a hand on his chest, you lean down to kiss him. He hums at the softness of it, but the more passion you try to imbue into each new kiss, Beau isn't as responsive as you would like. Eventually, you stop all together.

You frown, becoming disheartened. "You're not into this, I guess."

He opens his tired eyes, gazes up at you in apology. He opens his mouth to reply, but you beat him to it.

"You know it's been a month since we've had sex," you say.

Beau frowns, sliding a hand up your back. Only now does he notice, with appreciation, the familiar silky négligée you're wearing.

"Nah, that doesn't sound right," he says.

"Well, it is," you say. "I know you say you're tired, but I mean, you've had this job for as long as I've known you, Beau." Your eyes fall away from him. "So is it the job, or...is it me?"

Beau's brows furrow. "Now wait a minute."

The mere thought dredges up what's been plaguing your mind recently, and it has your throat tightening. Tears of embarrassment and upset well up in your eyes, no matter how much you try to push it down.

You push away from him and turn away, crossing your arms. You try not to look at yourself in what used to be your favorite lingerie.

You can't stand the extra weight you've put on, mostly in your hips and ass, but in your middle and arms too.

You've gone through your own stress at work this year, with less and less time to try and take care of yourself, along with making sure Emily gets to and from school, cooking for the three of you, going to PTA meetings when Carla can't make it (since Beau often can't), and every other proverbial hat you wear.

Beau follows you, sitting up and laying a hand on your back. "Sweetheart--"

"I know I've put on a few. Hell, more than a few," you admit, hastily wiping under your eyes. "God, I can't even look at myself right now, let alone have you--"

"Hey. You stop right there," Beau says, more firmly. He gets you to turn around with his hand on your shoulder. He doesn't like the way you're curled in on yourself, as if hiding your body from his gaze.

That, and the sight of your tears damn well break his heart.

He cups the side of your face gently and presses a tender kiss to your forehead, followed closely by your lips.

You don't want to melt, but you just can't help it. You cling to the front of his shirt and lean into his kiss, like you've been lost in the desert, and his lips hold the breath of life.

You almost don't realize it when his arms slip around your waist. He earns a surprised yelp from you when he gathers you close against his chest and rolls you underneath him.

You land against the pillows in a huff. You stare up at his playful smile, his green eyes glinting with amusement, with fondness, and also with desire as they roam over your breasts, barely contained by dark green satin and lace.

"I've been neglecting you, haven't I?" he says. His voice is a low, earthy drawl as his gaze rakes over you. His big hand runs down your side and over your hip, then down your bare thigh, squeezing soft, tender flesh. He slips that hand under the satin night gown.

His hand can't span your entire thigh, but it's not for lack of trying. Your heart beats a staccato rhythm at the way he looks at you, your breath hitching when his thumb dips between your legs, brushing against the damp, silky fabric of your panties.

"It's not because I don't find you sexy as hell. Believe me, darlin', I do," he says. "You're so fuckin' beautiful, especially when you're all laid out for me here."

And he means what he says. You know it by the hardness you feel pressing against your hip. You slip your fingers into his hair with a sigh.

He bows his head to press kisses along your neck; down and down, he noses at the thin strap of your night gown. His path of kisses continue, and he indulges himself by dipping his tongue between the valley of your breasts.

"Filling out this lacy little thing so nice," he murmurs into your skin.

Your upset has turned to abject relief, but you still have to blink away the remaining urge to cry.

You let out a slightly tremulous breath.

"Oh, yeah?" you ask.

Beau pauses. He pulls away, just so he can look up and meet your eyes. He still finds insecurity in yours, so he meets you with a kiss filled with heat and intent.

He's now wide awake. He plans to take his sweet time taking you apart, inch by inch.

In fact, in the back of his mind, he also plans to do better about letting his deputies help him out more at the precint so he can have a better work-life balance.

(Because going a whole damn month without the taste of you is "no bueno," in his words.)

Soldier Boy (Ben)

The man may not be very patient, or particularly perceptive, but he's not an idiot.

At least, not about sex.

He knows that you've been feigning tiredness, and generally avoiding his touch.

What's strange is that you haven't been avoiding him. You still cook for him, still share conversation with him, still insist on having him spoon you on the couch while catching him up on the past four decades of TV shows and movies.

But when he begins to sneak a hand under your oversized shirt (an old one of Ben's), caressing your hip, then dipping down to your softer stomach on the way to your panties, breaking your concentration from the movie as unease laces down your spine.

You grab his wrist on reflex, instead lacing your fingers together.

"What's the matter now?" he asks.

You look over your shoulder at him and find him frowning at you, a divot between his brows. You don't manage to hold his gaze for long.

"Sorry," you say quietly. "I'm just, um, tired."

Ben doesn't believe you, and he's direct when he calls you out on it.

Reluctant to put what you've been feeling into words, you pause the movie and leave the couch (and him) behind.

Ben is annoyed enough to follow you (and underneath, he hides an edge of concern). The conflict leads into the bedroom, where you're still unwilling to open up.

He finally stops you from walking away from him, pinning you against the dresser by your hips. He practically looms over you as he demands an answer. He knows you're hiding something — something that's had you reluctant to let him touch you.

"Is there something you wanna tell me?" he says, a raw edge of warning in his tone. "What, are you fucking somebody else?"

Shock flashes in your eyes, making you angry. "What? No!"

"Well, you seem to be getting your fill somewhere, and it hasn't been from me--"

"Are you fucking serious? I'm not..." Your lips purse. You're actually hurt that he would hurl that accusation your way--and it couldn't be farther from the truth.

You tug your long shirt downwards and cross your arms, but it's more like you're hugging yourself, shielding your body away.

Ben's brows furrow a little bit more.

Eventually you get it out; you haven't been feeling up to being intimate because you're having a hard time even looking at yourself lately.

"I know I need to, um, get back in shape," you say, taking in a shaky breath to try and steady yourself. Your throat constricts, the beginnings of tears stinging your eyes. You want to look at anywhere but at Ben. "I just haven't had much time, with everything going on. But Annie gave me this guide on some different diets, like intermittent fasting, Keto--"

"Fasting," Ben intones. "What, you wanna fucking starve yourself? What the fuck is Keto?"

You sigh, barely resisting the urge to roll your eyes.

"No, not starve myself. And Keto's just..." The idea of trying to explain the new diet craze to your boyfriend is too daunting a task to consider. "Never mind. The point is, I have a plan. My hips, my thighs, my ass--"

Ben squeezes your hips at the mention of them. He happens to like the softness.

"Yeah, you've got a little extra. So fucking what?" he says, his voice deep and exacting as his gaze roams over your body. "Just gives me more to hold onto when I'm fucking you."

You utter a shocked laugh. "Ben!"

He grins lazily, and he turns you this way and that, admiring you from all angles. In his eyes, he doesn't find a side he doesn't like. You can't help but blush hotly under his gaze.

"Sweetheart, do whatever you want if it makes you feel good. But you don't need to starve yourself." His hands move to your ass, squeezing a bit harder on the plush flesh.

A yelp escapes you; he's pressing into you from the front as well, and you feel him heavy and already half-hard against you. You grab onto his arms for stability as your breaths quicken.

His attitude kind of surprises you, even though it soothes the frayed, insecure part of your soul that wants to be as beautiful and attractive in his eyes as he is in yours.

Ben is literally a super soldier. You're actually kind of jealous. The man can drug and booze hard and eat whatever the hell he wants, but his super metabolism just seems to absorb it into his washboard abs.

(The more you think about it, the more you want to smack him.)

Nothing about him isn't hard and lean, muscle and strength.

Only his hands have a measure of gentleless when they're holding you like this.

"I've just got so many stretch marks now," you begin to complain, in an emotional whisper.

He snorts. "And? You think it's anything I haven't seen?"

At that, your head tilts in consideration. Butcher's Granny Fucker remark comes to mind. You bite your lip against a smirk.

Ben crooks a curled finger under your chin. He guides you to meet his eyes, before he lures you into a lusty kiss.

It's somewhat rough because of his beard, but you still smile afterwards, leaning against him now.

"Ain't nothing about you that I can't handle," he adds, all smirking and cocky. To prove his point, he hooks those strong hands behind your thighs and lifts you onto the dresser.

You gasp and cling to his shoulders. From there, he makes quick work of ridding the oversized shirt from your body, revealing you to the cool air and his hot gaze.

You take his face in your hands and bring him in for an even steamier kiss, your heart lighter and trembling with anticipation.

You've held yourself from him long enough, Ben thinks, and he has every intention of devouring you right on your old dresser -- before you two even get to the bed.

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[bloomness]

⋆˚࿔ capes and crayons

turns out the mha boys make pretty good fathers.

— includes: kirishima, kaminari, sero & shinsou (in that order)

contains: f!reader, established relationship, fluff, pet names, kids LOL

authors note: i missed writing these

word count: around 450-570 for each

⋆˚࿔ e.kirishima

“i love you.” your husband whispered, placing a kiss on your neck. it was nothing sexual, rather something similar to a relevant secret shared through the wind’s breeze. 

you giggled, hands combing through his hair as his breath ghosted over your skin. it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary to wake up this way. your husband lips on your skin, whispering sweet nothings in your ear in a way that recharged you more than eight hours of sleep could.  

“can’t we just stay like this all day?” he muttered. his grip on your hips tightened as he leaned closer to your body. you could feel the smile on his lips against the crook of your neck. 

you ruffled his rose dyed hair and sighed, “eiji, baby, you know we can’t. the gir—”

and like most mornings, your moment of bliss was cut short. “MOMMY! DADDY!” a shrieking voice exclaimed from the near distance. 

eijiro peaked up at you and you shot him a knowing look back. 

before either of you had time to move your bedroom door creaked open and in came mei and hana; your four and seven year old daughters. 

“DADDY!” mei, the younger of the two, ran up to the edge your queen bed, hands splayed over your covers as she attempted to lift herself up. 

eijiro peeked himself from you and sat up. he immediately picked her up, large hands on either side of her torso as he lifted her high. “good morning my beautiful girls!” mei giggled as eijiro brought her close, drowning her face in affectionate kisses.

hana followed close behind her, arms crossed as she found a spot on your side of the bed. “were you guys kissing?” she asked, face displaying a not-so-pleasant expression.

your eyes widened momentarily before you hooked your arm around hana’s and pulled her close. “what? of course not.” you laid a firm, cradling hand on the back of her head and tilted her head down, placed a sweet kiss on the crown of her head. “how’d you two sleep?” you redirected the conversation, giving your husband a playful sideway glance before bringing your focus back to the young girls. 

“awesome!” mei’s hands shot up as she excitedly bounced in eijiro’s lap. you always wondered how that girl always had so much energy in the morning. “in my dream, daddy let us have ice cream before school!”

a breath escaped your nose as you tilted your head, “really?” you asked. 

you could already imagine the conversation the two girls had before entering your room: hana coaxing mei into asking for ice cream for breakfast, telling her to bat her eyelashes and give dad that sweet smile that she knew he always folded to. 

“yup!” mei chirped innocently. 

you held back a laugh and putting on a serious ‘mommy face’, your brows furrowed, ready to tell the girls that ice cream wasn’t something you eat for breakfast. but when you glanced over at eijiro, you only found a grin that mirrored mei’s.

“mommy, can we really have ice cream for breakfast?” hana asked, hand clutching onto your wrist as she also attempted to bat her eyelashes at you.  

“yeah, can we?” eijiro joined in, smiling face undeniably charming under the sun's morning glow.

you sighed, shaking your head. but there was a smile creeping up on your lips. “alright. what flavor do we want?”

⋆˚࿔ d.kaminari

“guys! we’re going to be late!” you shouted. 

it was a beautiful sunny day in musutafu, which wasn’t rare alone. what was rare was the fact that you and denki are both off of work. and it being a weekend meant the kids had no school. so, beautiful day plus no work and no school equals family outing!

but you wouldn’t be able to have a fun family outing if you couldn’t even leave the house on time. 

with your youngest son— kenji, who recently turned two years old —hoisted up on your hip, you walked over to your six year old twin daughters’, emi and mio, bedroom. 

the door was slightly open. you could hear soft giggles coming from one of the girls and the quiet murmur of your husband's voice. 

quietly, you pushed the door open. you are met with the familiar shine of your daughters’ sunflower painted bedroom walls— which was nearly blinding on a sunny day like this. there were a couple of articles of clothing scattered across the light brown wooden floor. 

denki was politely sitting in the middle of the room, legs crossed over each other and his back facing you. 

“i think kenji was wearing a blue shirt like this!” denki held up a light blue shirt to mio’s chest. it had a flying dolphin printed on the front and ruffles along it’s perimeter. 

mio grinned, hovering her hands over the shirt as her eyes glistened in admiration. “i like it.” her voice was soft, almost a whisper. 

emi on the other hand was bouncing on her bed without a single care for the dolphin decorated shirt. she hopped off her mattress and approached denki, “but mommy is wearing a pink shirt! i wanna wear a pink shirt too!” her face scrunched up, as well as her hands, as she stomped her foot.

mio glanced at her sister with a judging look and denki just laughed. he took both emi’s hands, unraveling her fist and squeezing her palms. “you can’t match with mommy because i’m matching with her.” i pointed at his light pink shirt unapologetically, “see?”

emi’s eyes grew wide and— “BU— BUT WHY CAN’T I MATCH WITH HER TOO?!” she cried out, tears welling up in her eyes and threatening to spill out. 

“denki!” you stepped into the room and your husband immediately whipped his head around, guilt written all over his face. he jolted up as you walked past him and to emi. you crouched down to her level, and using the hand that wasn’t holding up kenji, you wiped the single tear that had fallen down her cheek. “hey, hey,” you shushed. “you can wear pink to match with me, okay? don’t listen to daddy.” 

emi’s expression was quick to change, “yay! i’m matching with mommy! i’m matching with mommy!” she cheered and ran to the dresser, already looking for a shirt to replace the one denki had previously picked out for her. 

you smiled and turned to pat mio’s head, silently thanking her for behaving, before standing back up to face your husband.  

you adjusted kenji on your hip and brought your eyes up to denki’s golden ones. “really?” you prodded.

“what?” denki smirked, slipping a sly hand on your hip as he leaned close to your ear. “you’re still mine, right?” 

you scoffed as he placed a kiss on the outer shell of your ear. 

⋆˚࿔ h.sero

you pretended to not hear the soft click that came from the front door of your house as you silently finished drying off the dishes. maybe if you stayed quiet enough he wouldn’t notice; he wouldn’t pester you about it. 

but you knew better. 

“babe? where are you?” hanta called out. you listen as you hear the telling sounds of him taking off his boots, then his jacket, and finally putting his duffel bag down.

you remain still and silent. 

“y/n? baby?” he calls again. after a second he finds his way into the dimly lit kitchen where you were standing. immediately, his voice drops from the sweet tone it was previously dripped into something more serious. “y/n.” he deadpans. 

your body stiffens as you hear him step toward you. “i can explain…” you bite your lip as hanta comes up behind you, head falling onto your shoulder. 

he hands climb up to your stomach, caressing the eight month old bump that laid heavily attached to your body. “explain why my very pregnant wife is doing the dishes when i specifically told her i’d take care of it?” his tone is low. he isn’t mad but it was clear he wasn’t joking either. “come on sweetheart. doctor says you shouldn’t be doing this stuff. that’s what your husband is for.” he murmured, rubbing his nose against your neck. hanta was unable to hide his affection for you, even when he was ’upset’.

you titled your head back in his direction, accepting his warmth. “but hanta, i can’t just sit here and do nothing.” you whined, “it’ll kill me.” 

it was true. laying in bed all day made you feel uncomfortable and stiff; your legs aching, and your back hurting. 

the only thing that could keep your mind off the pulsing pain was work. but of course hanta didn’t agree with that. 

“you’re killing me.” hanta whined back. he lifted his head, placing a kiss on the back of your head before saying, “come on, let’s get you two to bed.” he caressed your belly once more and you sighed. 

“fine.”

“don’t get all moody with me.” he teased and gave you another kiss, this one being sloppier and on your cheek. “want a foot rub ma?” he asked.

“god, yes. please.” you falter. 

“come on then.” he takes you by the shoulders and guides you towards your shared bedroom. 

when he flicks on the lights, rina— your four year old daughter —groaned softly. after a second she flipped over and sighed, seemingly falling back asleep.

“she’s been out since ten.” you whispered. 

“yeah?” hanta nods as he seats you down on the bed. he moves to your closet to change into his pajamas. 

you push the loose strands of hair laid on rina’s forehead back. her hair has been in dutch braids for two days, hanta having done it during a family movie night after endless pleading. and because she had asked politely and ate all her vegetables, hanta complied. (but you’re sure if she didn’t do either of those things hanta would still do it)

hanta appeared at the foot of the bed, tapping your foot. you position your legs on top of his lap and he lets out a content sigh as his hands move to message your feet with slow and intricate motions that were so full of love. “she’s so well behaved. we got lucky.” he says quietly. 

“or maybe she got it from me?” 

hanta lifts your leg up to kiss your ankle. “yeah, probably.” he smiles. “but this one?” his eyes fall on your bump and it’s as if his eyes are reflecting a sparkling night sky. “he’s gonna take after his daddy.”

you laugh at your husband's reference to himself as ‘daddy’ and let your head fall back onto the pillow as he pressed small circles into the soles of your feet, feeling the most comfortable you have all day. 

⋆˚࿔ h.shinsou

“hey babe, did you buy food for kumo?” you yelled from behind the kitchen counter. you bend down, searching through the grocery bags that were scattered throughout the kitchen floor.  

hitoshi emerged from the bathroom, rubbing his wet lavender hair with a towel. “‘course i did. what kind of father would i be if i didn’t?” he titled his head as he focused on drying one side of his head. 

“the same father you were last week.” you said through gritted teeth, rolling your eyes as you stood up. 

he scoffed. “can’t find it?”

you shook your head.

hitoshi dropped his towel onto his shoulders and walked into the kitchen. he crouched down, skimming through the bags like you had been moments earlier. 

he searched through one bag, then moved to another, then another. you watched with your hands on your hips, an amused expression painted on your face. 

then hitoshi coughed, “hey— uh, y/n?” he hands slowed down, but didn’t stop. 

“yeah?” your brows furrowed at his unsure tone. “what? don’t tell me you forgot it.” you squatted down besides him to help look again but before you could touch the bag hitoshi spoke. 

“no, no. it’s not that. i know i bought it.” he shook his head. “it’s.. something else.” 

you were more confused now. “what is it?”

hitoshi sucked in a breath through his nose and looked at you. “can we.. have another one?”

your mouth immediately fell open. “what?“

“look. i know we said we’d only have one, but kumo is lonely. did you know that? she practically cries every night for company.”

“babe that’s— i…” being too dumbfounded to form a proper sentence, you closed your mouth and thought. 

“please?” 

it wasn’t normal for hitoshi to get like this, all pleading and desperate. 

“toshi… can we really handle that right now?” you said cautiously. you didn’t want to get his hopes up, but seeing the way he was so persistent and seemed to mostly want this for kumo’s benefit, you couldn’t shut the idea down just yet. 

“why not?” his brows raised in reason. there was a glint of something in his eye, something that showed that he knew he’d already won.

though before you could confirm your decision, kumo crawled into the kitchen. she stopped at the bags near the archways threshold, sniffling them before skipping to the bags near the oven. she smelt the bag, then pawed at it. the bag folded under the weight and out rolled a can of cat tuna. a low purr rumbled from kumo’s throat. 

“kumo, you’re a genius.” hitoshi shuffled towards the oven and opened the can of tuna, letting kumo eat straight from it as he pet her. “great older sibling material.” he pointed out, glancing towards you briefly as he continued to pet her spotted head. “kumo! you're getting a little sibling!” he crooned, taking both his hands to run her hands over her ears and then scratch her chin.

you swore there him and his cat antics would be the death of you.

[cowboybeepboop]

Temptation

"I’m right here. I'm not going anywhere, sweetheart."

Pairing: Scott Miller x fem! Reader

Genre: Smut, angst with a fluffy ending

Word count: 5.3k

Summary: You have a crush on Scott which leads to a passionate night together, he leaves in the morning and you have to face him at work the next day. 

Warnings: Unprotected sex, p in v sex, one night stand. 

a/n: Idk with this one, I usually write soft and romantic so even when I tried something new it ended soft and romantic. Hopefully you enjoy it, as always send any requests you have my way! I love writing requests, I’m also looking to broaden the characters I write for so let me know if you have anything for other fandoms <3

As the headlights of Javi's pickup truck flickered across the neon sign of the "Easy Sleep Motel," the anticipation of finally seeing Scott again filled the air. 

For the past few weeks, you had been chasing storms together in the heart of Tornado Alley, forming a bond that went beyond the thrill of the hunt. Scott had become more than just a colleague; his piercing blue eyes and strong jawline had sparked a flame of attraction in you that you hadn't been able to ignore. 

He knew about your crush, and while he remained professional, there was an undeniable tension that danced between you like the lightning in the tempestuous skies you both loved so much. Tonight was no different, as you pulled into the motel parking lot, exhausted but exhilarated from another successful day of navigating through the volatile dance of nature's fury. 

The lot was a chaotic symphony of chatter and diesel engines, with teams from all over the country sharing tales of the day's conquests and preparing for the night's rest before the next round of adrenaline-fueled chases. Javi turned to you with a knowing grin, "Looks like we're the last ones in again," he said, cutting the engine. "Ready to face the music?" 

You nodded, your heart racing with excitement, unsure if it was the thought of seeing Scott or the impending storms that lay ahead. The cool evening breeze whispered through the open window, carrying with it the faint scent of rain and the promise of a new adventure waiting just beyond the horizon.

Scott had been waiting patiently in the motel lobby, leaning against the counter and shooting the breeze with the front desk clerk, a young girl with a warm smile and a hint of mischief in her eyes. He had been watching the parking lot, anticipating your arrival, his gaze drawn to the approaching headlights of your truck.

As you and Javi entered the lobby, Scott pushed away from the counter, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. His eyes flicked over you, taking in your wind-swept hair and the flush on your cheeks. “Finally decided to join us, huh?”

You brush away the strands of hair that are stuck to your sweaty skin. Sighing as you lean on to Javi’s shoulder, exhausted from the chase. 

“Yeah, had to stop to get some food.” Javi smiles, wrapping an arm around your waist. 

Scott's eyes flicker to Javi's arm around your waist, a hint of irritation in his gaze. He knows there's nothing more than friendship between you and Javi, but the sight of him touching you in such an intimate way stirs a mix of frustration and possessiveness within him.

He leans against the counter again, folding his arms across his chest. “Good thing you remembered to eat. Wouldn’t want you passing out on the road.” His tone is nonchalant, but there's a hint of an edge to it.

“Guys, I’m gonna head upstairs..” you yawn, grabbing your bag from Javi’s hand. As you bid Javi goodnight and start to head towards your room, Scott feigns indifference, pretending to gather his own things. He watches you from the corner of his eye as you make your way down the narrow hall. 

After a few moments, he follows at a safe distance, his footsteps light and his eyes fixed on your back. He waits until you reach your room and unlock the door before he approaches, clearing his throat.

“Oh, Scott.” Your eyes light up as you catch his gaze, a small smile planted on your lips. 

Scott's heart skips a beat as he sees the smile on your face. He tries to play it cool, folding his arms across his chest and leaning against the wall next to your door.

"Hey." He says simply, his blue eyes searching your face. "Got a minute?"

“Mhm, come on in.” You open the door for him, going inside and taking a seat on your bed.

Scott follows you into the room, shutting the door softly behind him. He takes a moment to take in his surroundings, his gaze lingering on the way the dim light casts shadows across your features. 

He sits down on the edge of the bed, his knee brushing against your leg. "So, uh, I wanted to talk to you about something."

“Yeah?” You turn to face him, “What’s up?” Your heart skips a beat as you gaze at his face. 

Scott swallows, his throat suddenly feeling dry. He runs a hand through his disheveled hair, trying to compose himself.

"Well, it's just... I've been thinking... about us..." He trails off, his gaze flickering down to where his knee touches yours.

You press your palm to his thigh, shifting closer to him. “Us? What about us?” Your voice is soft and full of vulnerability. 

As your hand brushes against his thigh, Scott's breath hitches in his throat. It's a simple touch, but it sends sparks dancing across his skin.

He turns to look at you, his eyes filled with an intense mix of desire and uncertainty. "I just... Can I be honest with you?"

“Yes, of course.” You murmur. Scott takes a deep breath, his gaze never straying from yours. 

"I've been fighting this for a long time, but I can't deny it anymore. I'm attracted to you. I feel something when I'm around you that I've never felt with anyone else."

He reaches out, his fingers lightly grazing your cheek, the pads of his fingertips tracing the curve of your jawline. "It's driving me crazy."

You smile sweetly as you lean it for a soft kiss. Scott's eyes widen in surprise as you lean in, but he quickly melts into the kiss, his hand moving to cup the back of your head.

His lips are warm against yours, his body tense as he pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around your waist. He kisses you deeply, his tongue darting to meet yours, a soft moan escaping his throat.

Scott grips your shorts as he tugs them down your legs, revealing the damp fabric of your underwear clinging to your skin. His eyes rake over you hungrily, drinking in the sight of your bare flesh. You shiver in anticipation, your body responding to his touch as if it had been waiting for this moment all along. 

He kisses you again, his hand slipping beneath the elastic waistband, his fingertips grazing the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. You gasp into his mouth, your hips arching towards him as he explores higher. The tension between you snaps like a tightly coiled spring, and you find yourself desperately wanting more. 

He seems to understand, his kisses growing more urgent as he helps you out of the rest of your clothes, leaving you exposed and trembling before him. The room feels electric with the storm of emotions brewing inside you, the anticipation of what's to come as potent as the scent of rain in the air outside.

Scott's hands continue to roam over your body, his calloused fingers leaving a trail of fire as he pulls away the last barriers between you. He stands, quickly stripping off his own shirt and pants, his eyes never leaving yours. You watch, your breath hitching, as he reveals the powerful muscles of his chest and the defined lines of his abs, his desire for you evident in the bulge of his boxers. 

With a sense of urgency, he hooks his thumbs under the waistband and slides them down, freeing his erection. It stands proudly between his legs, a testament to his need for you. He moves closer, his bare skin pressing against yours, and you can feel the heat of his arousal as it brushes against your stomach. 

Your own need is palpable, your body aching for the connection you've both been craving. He kisses you again, his tongue delving deep, as he gently guides you back onto the bed, his weight pressing you into the soft mattress. 

With a groan, Scott positions himself between your legs, his hand guiding his erection to your entrance. He teases you, the tip of his cock barely brushing against your wetness, making you squirm and beg for more. 

He smiles, a predatory glint in his eye, before he finally pushes in, inch by inch, filling you up. The sensation is overwhelming, a perfect blend of pain and pleasure that makes you dig your nails into his back. He pauses for a moment, giving you time to adjust to his size, before he starts to move. 

His strokes are slow and deliberate at first, each one sending waves of sensation crashing through your body like the thunder outside. He watches your face, memorizing every twitch and gasp as he moves deeper, his eyes dark with desire. As he starts to pick up the pace, the storm inside you matches the one raging outside, lightning strikes of pleasure firing through your veins with every thrust. 

Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer, your bodies moving in a primal dance as old as the tempests you both chase. The sound of the rain on the motel roof is the only music needed as you two lose yourselves in the intensity of the moment.

As your bodies reach their crescendo, the storm outside mirrors the tumultuous passion within the motel room. Your cries of ecstasy meld with the roar of the thunder, and Scott's deep, guttural groans echo through the air as he releases himself inside you. 

The force of your shared climax sends tremors through your limbs, leaving you both panting and gasping for breath. He pulls out slowly, his gaze locked on yours, the connection between you still burning bright. He then collapses beside you, his muscular form sprawling out on the bed, one hand resting on your hip. 

The rain taps a soothing rhythm against the window as you both lay there, entwined in the aftermath of your first intimate encounter. The room is thick with the scent of sweat and sex, a testament to the raw power of your union. 

Scott's eyes never leave yours, a mix of satisfaction and something deeper, something that makes your heart flutter in your chest. You curl into him, your head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart as the storm outside begins to dissipate. 

As you wake up the next morning, the room bathed in the soft morning sunlight, you reach out to the empty space beside you, the sheets still warm from where Scott had been lying. 

You sit up, the events of the previous night still fresh in your mind, and a pang of disappointment washes over you as you realize he's gone. His clothes are nowhere to be found, the only evidence of his presence being the lingering scent of his cologne on the pillow and the imprint of his body on the mattress.

As you hastily pull your clothes on, the weight of Scott's absence settles heavily on your chest. The room suddenly feels too small, claustrophobic even, and the air seems to thicken around you. 

You can't believe he left without a word, without a note, without any explanation for his actions. Tears threaten to fall, and the lump in your throat feels like it's about to choke you.

You hear a knock on the door, quickly pulling yourself together as you gather your things. When you open the door you see Javi with his warm smile and a cup of coffee. 

“Good morning Javi,” you murmur, voice quiet as you take the drink from his hand. 

Javi studies your face, concern etching his features. "Hey, you alright? You look like you've been through the wringer."

He takes in your red-rimmed eyes, the tightness in your shoulders, and the slight shakiness in your hands.

“Mhm,” you let out a strangled sigh as you leave the room, locking the door behind you. 

Javi falls into step beside you as you make your way down the hall. He glances sideways at you, his forehead creased. 

"You sure you want to head out today?" he asks gently. "You look exhausted."

“Yeah, of course.” You give him a forced smile, “I'm great, just a little tired.” Your eyes fall on Scott’s back as he talks to one of the team members. 

Dread fills your veins as you take in the scene in front of you. Javi follows your gaze, noticing the way you react to the sight of Scott. He shifts awkwardly, his eyes flickering between Scott and you.

"Uh, maybe you should-" he starts to say, but you cut him off abruptly.

“Let’s go get breakfast,” you intertwine your fingers with his as you lead him out the door. 

Javi shoots another glance at Scott, a protective look in his eyes as you pull him outside. The sun is already high in the sky, and it's beginning to warm the air.

He doesn't say anything, simply allowing you to lead the way as he keeps pace beside you. He can sense the tension in your body, the way your hand grips his tightly.

You sit in the passenger side of Javi’s truck, sighing as you relax into the seat, eyes fluttering shut. 

Javi can feel the weight of your tiredness in the way you sit next to him, the way your head rests back against the headrest. He watches you from the corner of his eye as he turns the key in the ignition. 

As the truck comes to life, the engine rumbling underneath you, he speaks quietly. "You don't have to put on a brave face for me, you know." 

Your lip quivers as you turn to look out the window. “Javi..” you sigh, tears building in your eyes. 

Javi's heart clenches in his chest as he hears the shake in your voice, the way it trembles as you say his name. He reaches out, his hand finding yours on the console and squeezes it gently.

"Hey," he murmurs, his voice soft and soothing. "You can talk to me. It's okay." 

“It’s Scott..” you take a deep breath, “uh we slept together and he left like nothing happened.” A tear slips from your eye as you bite your cheek, turning to look at him. 

Javi's eyes widen in surprise, his grip on your hand tightening slightly. "What? You slept with Scott?"

He glances over at you, taking in the tears in your eyes, the pain etched into your face. His protective nature kicks in, and he pulls the truck off the road.

“I thought,” you purse your lips, “I thought he felt the same way I did, but I guess it was just him trying to get some.” Your tone gets more irritated the more you speak. 

Javi rubs a hand over his face, clearly frustrated with the situation. "That idiot," he mutters under his breath. He knows Scott has feelings for you, something more than just lust, yet he screwed up his chances with you in the span of one night. 

He looks at you, his eyes soft with concern. "Hey, you know Scott's always been a bit... careless when it comes to relationships."

You nod, taking a deep breath and steeling your expression. “I know, I should’ve known better..” Javi brushes away your tears. 

The day dragged on, each moment feeling heavier than the last as you tried to ignore the storm brewing inside you. You focused on the tasks at hand, the mundane activities of packing up your gear and checking weather reports, all while avoiding Scott's piercing gaze. 

He had retreated to his own space, his eyes dark with regret and confusion. You knew you had to keep your distance; the tension was palpable, a stark contrast to the easy camaraderie you once shared.

Javi, ever the perceptive friend, noticed the shift in your demeanor and the cold shoulder you were giving Scott. He tried to keep the peace, cracking jokes and steering conversations away from the unspoken elephant in the room. His attempts to lighten the mood were met with forced laughter, the tension stretching tauter with each passing hour.

“Let’s go to a bar.” You suggest as Javi starts the engine. “There’s one right next to the motel,” 

Javi raises an eyebrow at your suggestion, a small grin playing at the corner of his lips. "You sure that's a good idea?"

He can sense the need to blow off some steam in your voice, and he knows there's no stopping you now that you've made up your mind.

“It’ll be great,” you smile at him as he pulls out into the street. Scott’s vehicle trails behind you along with the rest of the team. Javi lets them know that you’re going to the bar tonight. 

After a short drive, you arrive at the bar next to the motel. It's a small, dive-bar type establishment, with a neon sign out front that flickers in the evening light. 

As you get out of the car, Scott rolls up on your left, parking his vehicle alongside you. He hops out of his car, he saunters over to you and Javi.

You ignore his presence, grabbing Javi’s hand as you lead him to the entrance. Javi doesn't miss the way you purposefully avoid even looking in Scott's direction, but he decides to play along, keeping his focus solely on you. 

When you reach the door, Javi opens it for you, and the two of you step inside. The bar is dimly lit, the air thick with the smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke. A few patrons are already scattered around, some playing pool, others watching the game on the old television set in the corner.

A few drinks in, Javi leaves to get some fresh air, leaving you alone at the table. Scott comes up to you, his face hardened as he takes a seat next to you, you avoid his gaze. 

Scott sits down heavily in the chair next to you, the sound of his weight hitting the hard wood making you flinch slightly. He leans in, close enough that you can smell the alcohol on his breath. 

"We need to talk," he says gruffly, his voice low.

“Why?” You turn away from him, giving him the cold shoulder. 

Scott scowls at you, his eyes narrowing. "Don’t give me that attitude. We need to talk about what happened."

He grabs your arm, trying to turn you back towards him, but you stubbornly resist. Scott's grip tightens, his fingers biting into your flesh.

You move to pull his hand away, “I don’t feel like talking, Scott.” Your eyes are full of unshed tears as you look at him. 

Scott's expression softens slightly when he sees the look in your eyes, a sense of guilt flickering in his own gaze. He loosens his grip on your arm but doesn’t let go. 

"I know I was a dick, okay," he mutters, looking away. "But that doesn’t change the fact that we clearly need to talk."

“Scott, just leave it alone.” You get out of your seat, walking toward the exit. 

Scott clenches his jaw, annoyed by your stubborn refusal to engage with him. He follows after you, reaching out to grab your wrist. 

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" he asks through gritted teeth. 

“Are you fucking drunk? Leave me alone.” You pull out of his grasp, successfully leaving the bar, Scott still hot on your heels. 

Scott catches up to you just as you exit the bar, the cool night air hitting your face. He wraps his strong arms around your waist, pulling you back against his chest and holding you in place. 

His voice is softer now, the edges of annoyance faded. "Please, just listen to me."

“Scott,” you gasp his name, shocked by his hold on you. “Please stop, please. I don’t want to hear your excuses.”

Scott tightens his grip, pulling you even closer against him. He buries his face in your hair, inhaling the scent of your perfume. 

"It's not an excuse," he murmurs, his warm breath tickling your ear. "I was scared, okay? Scared of what I was feeling." 

You shiver in response, hands moving to pull his arms away. “Scott..” 

Scott resists your attempts to pull away, holding you firmly against him, arms wrapped around your body like a steel trap. 

"Please," he pleads, his voice low and urgent. "Just listen to me. I messed up, okay? I know I did. But I thought-" He stops, taking a deep breath, his words getting caught in his throat.

“Thought what?” You murmur, still pulling at his arms, trying to wiggle away from him.

Scott lets out a frustrated growl, his grip on you tightening even more as he leans down, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your neck, just below your ear. 

"I thought walking away would make it easier," he mutters, his voice barely above a whisper. "But it didn’t. I haven’t stopped thinking about you since I left your room this morning."

“You know that’s not fair.” You sigh, stilling your movements as you relax in his arms. 

Scott takes advantage of your pause, pressing his body even closer against you, his muscular frame molding to the curves of your body. 

He nips gently at your neck, a low moan escaping from his throat as he speaks. "I know. I’m an idiot." You gasp at his lips against your skin. 

He runs his hands down your sides, coming to rest on your hips, his fingers gripping the flesh tightly. 

"But I can’t stop thinking about you, about the way your body felt under mine. The way you responded to me, the way you cried out my name-" Scott cuts himself off with another low moan, his breath hot against your skin, the desire in his voice undeniable.

“Scott, I..” you groan, body reacting to his touch. Scott relishes in your response, his hands moving back up to grip your hips, pulling you even closer so that your back is pressed firmly against his chest. 

He kisses your neck, his lips tracing a path up to your earlobe, where he bites down gently. "Say my name again," he husks, his voice gravelly and filled with need.

“Scott, stop it..” you move out of his grasp, head spinning with desire and your stubbornness.

Scott growls at your resistance, and in a quick move, he pins you against the wall of the building, trapping you between the solid brick and his hard body. 

His eyes are darkened with desire, his face mere inches away from yours. "Stop what? Stop touching you? Stop wanting you?" He leans in even closer, his voice a deep, rough whisper. 

“Quit trying to sweet talk me,” you sigh, head leaning against the wall as his lips work against your neck. 

Scott chuckles darkly, his lips curving into a wicked smile as he nips at your skin. "Sweet talk you? I'm not trying to sweet talk you, sweetheart. I'm telling you the truth." 

He moves one of his legs in between yours, effectively trapping you even further. His fingers trail over your skin, leaving a path of fire in their wake.

You push at his chest, “Scott, not here.” He relishes the sight of your eyes, the way they're filled with a mixture of desire and vulnerability, and he can almost feel the fight leaving your body. 

Scott steps back, his chest heaving from the effort it took to resist his own desires. His eyes rake over your body, taking in the way your chest rises and falls with each ragged breath, the way your cheeks are flushed with desire and frustration.

He runs a hand through his tousled hair, his expression apologetic as he meets your gaze. "Please, I need one more chance. I won't screw it up again, I swear."

You lean forward, pressing your forehead against his shoulder. Scott wraps his arms around you once again, pulling you in close. He buries his face in your hair and inhales deeply, relishing in the feeling of having you so close. 

"I won't walk away again," he murmurs, his voice tinged with emotion. "I promise, I'll stay, just give me a chance to prove it to you." You sigh while giving into him. 

“Please don’t leave again..” your arms wrap around his waist loosely. Scott tightens his hold on you, pressing you even closer against him. His heart leaps in his chest at the sound of your voice, the raw vulnerability in your words. 

"Never again," he murmurs, his lips pressing against the top of your head in a tender kiss. "I won't walk away from you. I promise."

You nod against him, body fully relaxing into his. Scott feels the moment you surrender to him, your body softening in his arms, and he lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. 

He cradles you against him, his hands roaming your back in soothing circles. "I’ve got you," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble against your hair. "I won’t let go."

You lean back, searching his eyes for any deception, seeing none you lean in for a gentle kiss. 

Scott melts under your kiss, his body aching for the taste of your lips. He lets out a soft sigh as he deepens the kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth. 

He holds your body against his, his hands roaming over your back and hips, as if he can’t get enough of touching you.

Scott's eyes never leave yours as he takes your hand, leading you back to the motel. The air is thick with unspoken words and the weight of the unresolved tension between you. As you reach his room, he opens the door, his gaze intense and filled with determination. 

He pulls you inside, the door clicking shut behind you, the final barrier between the tumultuous world and the passion that simmers just beneath the surface of your relationship. His arms wrap around you, pulling you tightly against his chest, his heart beating a staccato rhythm that echoes the thunderstorm in your own chest. 

His lips find yours again, the kiss hungry and desperate, as if trying to devour the regret of the morning. His touch is gentle, yet firm, as he helps you shed the layers of your clothing, revealing the soft, welcoming warmth of your skin. 

This time, there's no rush, no racing heartbeats to the crescendo. It's a slow dance of exploration, a silent promise that this isn't just a fleeting moment of passion but the beginning of something much more profound. Rain patters against the window, serenading your reunion, as Scott lays you on the bed, his body hovering over yours, his gaze never straying from your eyes. 

With a groan, Scott rolls onto his back, pulling you along with him so that you're straddling his hips. His eyes are dark with need as he looks up at you, his hands moving to grip your waist, guiding you into position. You lean over him, your breasts brushing against his chest, the heat of your skin melding together as the storm outside reaches its peak. 

He lifts his hips, his erection pressing against your wetness, and you bite your lip, the anticipation of feeling him fill you again making your stomach clench with desire. With a slow, deliberate move, you lower yourself onto him, sheathing him in your warmth. His eyes never leave yours as you start to move, your hips rising and falling in a rhythm that matches the steady beat of the rain on the window. 

Each stroke sends waves of pleasure crashing through you, the intensity building with every movement. The power dynamic has shifted, and now you're in control, dictating the pace, the depth, the very essence of your connection. Scott's hands roam your body, exploring every curve and crevice. 

His eyes glaze over with passion, his breath coming in ragged gasps as you bring him closer to the edge. You lean down, capturing his lips in a fiery kiss, the sound of the rain a constant backdrop to the symphony of your love-making. His hands tighten on your hips, urging you faster, deeper. 

With a moan that's swallowed by his lips, your hips move faster, riding the wave of pleasure that Scott's skilled touch brings forth. Your eyes are locked on his, the intensity in them making you feel exposed, yet safe at the same time. 

The sound of the rain is the only soundtrack to your passion as you move together, your bodies in perfect harmony. And then it hits you—the orgasm that's been building since the moment his lips first touched yours. It crashes over you like a tidal wave, stealing your breath and making your body convulse. 

You cling to him, nails digging into his skin as you ride out the storm of sensation, your pussy squeezing tightly around his cock. Scott groans beneath you, the feeling of your climax pushing him closer to his own. His eyes never leave yours, the blue depths of them filled with a mix of passion and something more, something that makes your heart race even faster. 

As your tremors begin to subside, you collapse onto him, your breaths mingling in the damp air, the rain outside a gentle lullaby to the aftermath of your love-making. And as you lie there, tangled in each other's arms, you know that you've found something that's just as powerful and unpredictable as the forces of nature you both chase—a love that's as wild and uncontrollable as the very storms themselves.

Scott gently slides out of you, turning you on your side so that you're facing away from him. He wraps his arms around you, his chest to your back, and pulls you close, his hand splaying over your stomach as he presses tender kisses to the sensitive skin of your neck. 

His breath is hot against your ear as he whispers sweet nothings, his voice a comforting rumble that soothes the storm that had been raging inside of you. You sigh contentedly, feeling the tension in your body slowly uncoil as his warmth surrounds you, his heartbeat a steady metronome against your own. His hand moves in slow, lazy circles on your stomach, each caress a silent promise of the passion that still burns within him. 

His erection is still firm against your backside, a testament to his desire, but he's in no rush to take you again. Instead, he holds you tightly, his legs entwined with yours, as if afraid that if he lets go, the moment will be lost forever. His touch is tender, almost reverent, as if he's worshiping every inch of your skin. 

You snuggle closer, feeling the warmth of his body against yours, the weight of his arm across your waist, a reassuring presence that grounds you amidst the chaos of your swirling emotions. The world outside seems so far away, so insignificant compared to the sanctuary you've found in each other's arms. 

And as the last droplets of rain tap against the window, you drift off to sleep, lulled by the steady beat of Scott's heart and the gentle embrace of his arms, feeling more alive and connected than you ever have before.

You jolt awake, anxiety filling you as you notice the bed empty once again. You sit up in the bed, looking around the room with worry, before noticing Scott coming out of the bathroom. 

Scott notices the panicked look on your face as he slips back into bed next to you. "Hey, relax," he says softly, his hand coming to rest on your back, rubbing gently in small circles. He pulls you in close against him, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you snugly against his chest. "I’m right here. I'm not going anywhere, sweetheart."

You press your cheek to his chest as you cuddle closer, “You scared me…” you murmur, eyes fluttering shut as you bask in his body heat. 

Scott tightens his arms around you, holding you close as he peppers your hair with soft kisses. "I’m sorry," he whispers, his voice filled with regret. "I didn’t mean to scare you." He can feel the tension in your body slowly melting away as you relax against him, and he rubs your back soothingly. "I’m here now. It’s okay."

[nicksolemnlyswears]

FORGED UNDER FIRE

blurb: when brennan sorrengail died he left more than his family and a dragon behind. he left his best friend. he left his lover. he left his unborn child.

pairing: brennan sorrengail x rider! reader

word count: 1.1k

a/n: first and foremost, this is unedited. second, i've had this in my drafts since i finished reading fourth wing in september. i kinda wanted to make it a fic but lost some steam. i don't think i'll continue this but if i do it will be shorter blurbs/moments rather than the 10k monstrosities i like to write. i figured it wouldn't do anything in my drafts so here you go!

i like the idea of brennan having someone he befriends and takes under his wing while at basgiath war college. there's so much we don't know about him and this is me filling some of the gaps with the wonderful fanfiction.

i hope you enjoy! i honestly love fourth wing so damn much and i can't wait for onyx storm. i even have tickets for rebecca yarros tour in january. so yes, read, enjoy and let me know what you think!

The cold wind drifted around you, ruffling the grass and the branches of the dispersed trees. The sunrise was turning from a beautiful deep blue to a pale pink that bled into orange. The chill bites into your cheeks and nose, reddening them, but you welcomed it. It numbed the pain that continued to tear through your heart.

“You must stop thinking so much about him.” Your dragon Calliss shares through your link. She’s the angry voice in your head reminding you to move forward.

“I thought we agreed I could wallow in my misery this time of year.”

The day that marks his death came and went yet it left you with a whirlwind of emotions. You should’ve moved on long ago, the pain in your chest turned into a soft ache that you remember fondly as you rebuild your life without him. Still, it remains a deep gash that continues to bleed and keeps you up at night, unmoving.

“You have better things to do.” Calliss reminds you. Its inscription day and people from all over the continent will be arriving to drop off their children.

“Mhm. Yeah, sure.”

The red dagger tail huffs behind you. The air coming from her nostrils counteracting the cold breeze. She’s moody because you shut her out instead of letting her help.

The ground lightly shakes and the air stirs as another dragon lands near Calliss. General Sorrengail’s brown dragon, Aimsir. The older woman approaches you and sits down beside you on the damp grass. Despite her reputation she’s been kind to you, patient even. She’s kept you close, tucked under her wing just like he used to.

Your signet allowed Lilith to keep you closer than most. Otherwise, she’d have no choice but to leave you on your own to battle your emotional wounds.

It tends to weigh in your conscious that she only does it because you have the last piece of him. Had it not been the case, would she have cared as much?

At the same time, you’re eternally grateful. Had it not been for Lilith Sorrengail you would definitely be cold and dead. Despite all the bad days, there have been good ones woven in and you wouldn’t trade those for nothing in the world.

“Violet goes today,” Lilith says, looking at you sternly.

“You sure this is what you want to do?” You ask her, keeping your gaze on the mountain and the sunrise.

Lilith has discussed Violet's inscription with you time and time again. It's the one thing she continues to think about since the death of her husband, which is unusual. The woman is confident in her decisions, she's calculating and precise. A wonderful quality for a commander, but it falters when it comes to her children.

“Do you think she won’t be able to make it?”

You sigh and look down at the grass before your eyes shift up to look at her. “She’ll make it. She might've been raised by a scribe but she was also raised by you and Mira and Brennan which means Violet won't go down without a fight. She won’t go down easy. It is my belief dragons respect that.”

Saying his name is difficult. It's heavy on your tongue as you enunciate the syllables. So familiar yet strange at the same time.

Lilith hums in agreement, leaving a period of silence to hang in the air. She’s giving you time to talk, to bring him up. When you don’t she takes matters into her own hands.

“I can’t believe it’s been five years.”

“Only five and it feels like a century,” you scoff, pulling at the grass blades near your crossed feet. Calliss and Aimsir shuffle behind you two, making the ground tremble. It used to scare you as a cadet.

“You should get out there again, try and find something that at least resembles what you had with Brennan,” Lilith dares say.

You gasp in a sharp intake of air at the mention of his name. It’s not a surprise for Lilith to suggest such a thing. After all, it’s been five long years since Brennan left, died. But, does she not feel like she’s betraying her own son by suggesting this?

“She’s right,” Calliss voice purrs in your ear. She’s suggested it more than once, begging you to ‘release the tension you have inside.’ You've tried but the sense of betrayal that follows reopens old wounds.

“Hush, Calliss.”

Calliss growls from behind you, voicing her displeasure at you telling her to quiet. Humans do not tell dragons what to do.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able replicate what I had with Bren. It was forged at Basgiath under the threat of imminent death. I was another person there who needed help desperately and Bren was the perfect person to guide me. He was one of a kind, our circumstances were one of a kind. It might’ve been short lived but it held so much value.” You give Lilith a smile and shake your head, “I have everything I need. I’m making a name for myself, which was what I always wanted. I was married, and I have a child who I love to death.”

Lilith nods offering you one of her rare smiles. She stands, dusting off her clothes from any sticking grass. “Speaking of, we have to make our way back before he wakes and brings the house down.”

You nod and laugh, “Oh, he’s going to throw a fit when Violet goes.”

Your son and Violet are as thick as thieves. They get along well and Violet loves to spoil him. She’s never one to turn down babysitting or entertain him when you need a break. After all, he's what she has left of her brother.

“Maybe Mira will get him to calm down,” Lilith hopes, climbing up Aimsirs leg.

You have one question for Lilith. From the ground, glancing up at her you ask. “How do you do it? It’s been five years and I feel just as heart broken as I did that day.”

Brennan’s father passed away about a year ago. His heart giving out on him. All because of Brennan’s death. You mourned him too, he had always been kind to you and he loved his grandchild. It might’ve been the only reason he held on for so long.

Lilith sighs and takes a moment to form her words. “Your relationship was young and somewhat new, barely 4 years. He was the first person you trusted. You had your whole life ahead of you. My husband and I were together for nearly 30 years. We travelled all around Navarre, had three amazing children, and we watched them grow up. I wish he was here to see what will become of Violet but,” she pauses without finishing her sentence. “My point is you were full of what ifs and places to go. It’s hard to move on from that when you keep trying to make sense of it.”

“I wish I knew I was pregnant before he died so I could’ve told him. Maybe things would’ve been different,” you confess.

“Possibly. I know Brennan would’ve loved him.” With those last words General Sorrengail flies off, leaving you and Calliss alone once more.

“No more moping. We have a job to do,” she says, urging you to get on her back.

“Thank you for being patient with me,” you tell her honestly.

Calliss is opinionated but she wants what’s best for you. She continues to feel all the pain Brennan’s death caused you. All her snide remarks are only meant to encourage you to manage your pain and move forward.

“Beware. It’s running thin today.”

thoughts?

[lunawagner]

Me and You, Always - Chevalier Michel - Translation

His POV event story. This has become one of my favorite event stories, so please don't forget to support it when it's officially translated. This is just a fan translation, there might be mistakes~

Chapter 1

A commoner girl becoming the next queen—it wasn’t a trivial matter that could be explained in just a few words.

Irena: Straighten your back! If you keep walking like that, you'll disgrace yourself before the entire world.

MC:Yes!

Irena: What kind of bow was that? You'll be the laughingstock of the room. 

MC: My apologies!

Irena: Walk from one end to the other again. Until you manage to do it, I won't let you leave the dance hall.

MC: Thanks for your instructions!

Clavis: Chevalier, are you even human?

Nokto: He's a monster, quite a vicious one. 

The usual troublemakers had appeared again. I glanced sideways to see my fool of a brother and Clown peeking into the dance hall through the slight opening of the opposite door.  My heavy sigh didn't seem to deter them. 

Clavis: Didn't expect to find you acting like a Peeping Tom. Naturally, we got curious too...

Nokto: I can't believe you arranged so that she takes etiquette lessons from Irena-sama herself 

Clavis: That great lady's teaching methods are more spartan than Sariel's.

Nokto: Didn't she make all the young ladies from famous families cry?

Clavis: Yes, she’s a true professional when it comes to ladies' education. I heard that even Chevalier's mother teared up. 

Nokto: ...Gruesome.

Though, MC did ask for it herself.

-Flashback Starts-

MC: Chevalier-sama, would it be possible to appoint an experienced instructor in ladies' education for me?

Chevalier: Sure, but why?

MC: At the recent tea parties, I noticed how gracefully the noble ladies carry themselves. But I feel I’m lacking in comparison.

MC: To be able to act like people who were receiving etiquette lessons since their childhood, I think I need to start from the very basics. 

-Flashback Ends-

For the education of the future queen, that famous Great Lady was Rhodolite's finest choice. Also being the grandmother of my fool of a brother, Great Lady had once instructed all royal consorts. 

Under the blazing summer sun, MC was doing her best to follow her instructions, sweat dripping down her face.

Clavis: So my grandmother in the morning, then Sariel's brutal spartan lessons at noon?

Clavis: Ahh, poor MC. It's all because she fell for such a heartless man.

Clavis: She’ll be left with nothing but cruel memories from this sweltering summer. My sister-in-law must be so sad.

Nokto: But since our king stopped by to take a look at it, doesn't that mean he cares in his own way? 

Nokto: Isn't this progress?

Clavis: Hahaha, you're right.

I gave a simple sidelong glance to their nonsensical talk and turned my back.

Clavis: Wait, is it okay to leave like this without praising her a bit?

Chevalier:No need.

Though I didn’t want to interrupt them, my fool of a brother did have a point.

---

MC:I didn't expect you to invite me for a stroll.

That night, we strolled through the palace forest accompanied by summer insects' songs. As the midday heat faded, a cool breeze brushed against us.

MC:The nights feel wonderful. 

Chevalier:...Yeah

MC:Walking seems to make it even better. 

Chevalier: ...

MC:So... could you put me down now?

Although the paved path wasn't hard to walk on, I continued carrying MC in my arms. 

Chevalier:Doesn't it hurt?

MC:It's just muscle soreness.

Chevalier: I'm the one who invited you.

MC: But— 

Chevalier:Pointless resistance won't get you anywhere.

MC: ...Thank you for carrying me.

It should be nearby. I trod on the summer plants, feeling the air shift. The river's murmur soon reached us. As our surroundings cleared, MC, who was obediently staying in my arms, leaned forward. 

MC:What a beautiful place, I didn't know we had a river here.

MC:Wow!

Huh? It seems like even the black one can be useful sometimes.

Chapter 2

As the lights danced along the riverside, MC sighed in awe.

MC:There are even fireflies...!

Chevalier: ...

-Flashback Starts- Leon: Chevalier, did you know there's a firefly spot in the palace forest? It's really beautiful, you should go see it. 

Chevalier: I'm not interested.

Leon: MC would be interested.

Chevalier: They're just insects. 

Leon: But glowing ones.

Chevalier:....

Leon: You owe me one.

Chevalier: I’ve endured your rambling. That makes us even.

Leon: This isn’t rambling; it’s valuable information. Be grateful. -Flashback Ends-

I've never thought I would start doing things like that. As I put MC down, she walked towards the lights. This time her sigh was deeper than the last one. 

MC: It's really beautiful

Without you, they'd just be insects to me. Little points of light were blinking silently. It wasn’t the first time I had seen fireflies, but it was still a rare sight. As MC stood beside me, our eyes met.

MC: Chevalier-sama, do you come here often?

Chevalier:What do you think? 

MC: I can't imagine it. 

Chevalier:Exactly.

MC: ...Since it's deep in the forest, Clavis-san or Leon would be more likely to know this place.

MC: With Clavis-san being busy lately, did Leon tell you?

Chevalier: ....

MC: Bingo.

Chevalier: He's more knowledgeable about these kinds of things. 

MC: But I adore you for bringing me here after hearing about it.

Chevalier: You are as easy as always. 

MC:...Only for you, Chevalier-sama. 

The meaningless time during which we simply watched the faint lights passed. In the past, I would’ve walked away without a second thought, deeming this scenery unimportant. But now, seeing MC enjoy this moment of peace, I held my tongue.

It’s not like I can truly make up for all your hardships and efforts. However, as I'm the one who dragged you into this, I must take the appropriate responsibility for it.  ---

MC: It's an honor to meet you after such a long time. Please, have a seat.

Irena: ...

MC: Could you prepare the tea, please?

Irena: Understood

Some time had passed since MC began her lessons, and the foreign affairs faction hosted a gathering in the palace’s rose garden. With Great Lady accompanying MC as her maid, MC was busy entertaining the noblewomen who came to attend.

Nobleman: Chevalier-sama, as for that public enterprise...

Chevalier: Submit an error-free budget plan first. The rest is to be discussed then. 

While exchanging words with nobles who came to talk one by one, I used the brief moments of free time to check on her. MC's demeanor was more refined than before by virtue of her lessons. However, the autumn wind carried whispers from the crowd

Noble lady: That lady is... 

Nobleman: The former commoner Belle, right? I heard that Marquis approved of her, but...

As the future queen, every little movement of hers was subject to the scrutiny of curious gazes. No matter how polished she became, she'd always be tested as the king's woman, with many waiting for her to stumble. Those who want to be the king's woman, those who have someone to make the king's woman. There were plenty of such people in the mindless rabble.

Once the conversations with the nobles came to an end, I made my way toward MC. Just as I approached her, MC—wearing a longer gown than usual—tripped on it and lost her balance. I caught her before she fell, but the crowd around us began to whisper regardless.

MC: Thank you, Chevalier-sama.

Chevalier: Sure.

Even for something as simple as that, the idle bystanders had to nitpick. Although a smile tugged at MC’s lips, her face paled as she, too, became aware of it. I could push them aside as it is, but…

MC:...Chevalier-sama!

Chapter 3

I lifted MC, carrying her to a nearby pergola. Blocking prying eyes, I set her down and she looked at me in confusion. 

MC: I— 

Chevalier: Your ankle isn't sprained?

MC:I'm fine. This was entirely my carelessness. 

Chevalier:It was an accident that can happen to anyone. None would fault you for resting for a while.

Feeling the crowd's gaze, I stroked her hair. The autumn wind carried no complaints now. By tomorrow, my fool of a brother would spread exaggerated tales. And rather than a small mistake, the solidity of the king's affection would be remembered by people. 

MC:...Thank you, Chevalier-sama 

MC, realizing my intention, smiled faintly. 

Chevalier:You seem regretful despite thanking me. 

MC:Since I was taught by Irena-sama, I wanted to perform perfectly. 

Chevalier:I think you did so.

MC:If only I hadn't tripped— 

Chevalier: It's silly of you to worry about it. 

MC: Hehe... You're right. I shouldn't dwell on it.

Chevalier: Unless you want me to carry you around all the time.

As I tickled her cheek with the tip of my finger, her eyes softened, and the color returned to her pale face.

I know you’re too earnest to not care about it. Still, I hope it won’t bother you for long. ---

Irena: I've taught many ladies over the years. Based on my experiences, I can say with confidence that MC-sama is a resourceful lady. 

Autumn ended, and as the season when we need to light the fireplaces came, Great Lady requested an audience. It had been a while since she started her lessons; accordingly, she seemed to have formed an overall assessment. 

Irena: MC-sama is an intelligent and prepossessing woman. 

Irena: She mastered manners befitting of her position and holds a considerate heart. She possesses the qualities worthy of a future queen, and it is truly rewarding for me to be guiding her.

Chevalier:But you have some concerns, right?

Irena:…I beg your pardon in advance

She especially came to talk to me. It means it was something Great Lady couldn't deal with by herself. 

Irena: There is one matter of concern that I am at a loss as to what to do... ---

Clavis: Come on, tonight's informal! It's all on Chevalier's pocket money. Everybody eat, eat, eat as much as you can!

Leon:Then I won't hold back. I can't believe we're being treated by Chevalier. 

Nokto:Our king has changed. Who would’ve thought he’d throw a family party at the end of the year?

Jin: The alcohol bought with Chevalier's money is delicious. 

Yves: Wait, Jin, you've drunk too much! You can't get carried away like this, even if it's an incentive party.

Licht: Too vibrant.

Luke: Isn't it good once in a while?

I’ll never understand why family gatherings always get so noisy. People from both the internal and foreign affairs of the palace gathered to attend what was supposed to be a casual incentive party thrown by the king. The fact that it was the end of the year only seemed to amplify their excitement.

MC: Chevalier-sama, would you like a drink?

Even amidst this messy environment, MC remained calm, her posture straight as she held out a glass. Her gait, her manner of speaking, her poise—everything about her had changed from months ago. Yet, it seemed like she hadn’t fully gotten used to it yet. She still couldn’t act unconsciously, and even at a family gathering, she was on edge. Of all people, the one I wanted to relax the most stayed tense.

As I took the glass, my fool of a brother and Black approached us, smirking. 

Clavis: Mr. Host, why so serious?

Leon: This is a day to drink, feast, and enjoy, right? Laugh more.

Clavis: If you sulk like that, MC can't enjoy it as well.

Leon:Yep, give us a smile.

Chevalier: ...

Clavis: Hahaha, my brother is being shy. 

Leon: Always so shy, isn't he?

Clavis: It's such a pity after his big public display of affection during the autumn gathering.

Leon: Come to think of it, it became a hot topic for a while. 

Leon: How His Majesty showed off extravagantly in front of his people again

MC: That was...

Before she could finish her words, I stretched out my hand...

Chapter 4

As I covered MC's mouth, my fool of a brother and Black blinked in surprise even more than she did.

Chevalier: What's wrong with it?

Clavis: You mean... "what is wrong with showing off my love"?

Chevalier: ...

Leon:...Hey, Clavis.

Clavis: Yeah, great minds think alike.

Clavis+Leon: We should spread this immediately!

Their antics knew no bounds. Seeing two idiots scamper off excitedly, I removed my hand.

MC: Shouldn't we stop them?

Chevalier: Unnecessary, but... 

I could feel others starting to throw annoying glances to us.

Chevalier: Come with me. 

As I took her to the balcony with me, the winter breeze swept through us. I hugged trembling MC, and warmth arose from the places we touched.

MC: Is it okay to leave like that?

Chevalier: You might be forgetting, but old me didn't even bother to attend social gatherings. I hate crowded, noisy places. It is still the same 

MC: Then why did you decide to hold an incentive event?

Others must be curious too. Our breaths formed a white mist in the air, only to be carried away by the chilling wind.

Chevalier: I wanted to show you an example. 

MC: Example?

Chevalier: There were plenty of them there.

Chevalier: Men who had etiquette lessons hammered into their heads from their childhood and are familiar with social pleasantries. 

All of them, though imperfect in their own ways, are members of the royal family, and all of them have mastered the minimum decorum necessary. Even though they’re men, they represent the ideal MC is aiming for in terms of how to behave.

Chevalier: But you are different from them in one thing.

MC: ..Is it my clumsiness?

Chevalier: Your guard.

MC: My... guard?

Chevalier: They aren’t on guard like you are. Because they know today's gathering is just a recreational one. But you’re still on guard, trying to behave perfectly even now.

MC: That's...

Her words vanished like fleeting snow, leaving no continuation. I'm sure some would praise your attitude as a virtue, but...

Chevalier: No matter how much they’ve been trained in manners, nobody stays on guard all the time. If you don’t learn to discern when to let your guard down, you’ll only exhaust yourself mentally.

MC: ...

Chevalier: Need I say more?

"She’s trying to be too perfect." It was a rare evaluation coming from that Great Lady. Even the person who professed that ladies must conduct themselves flawlessly was concerned by MC’s obsession with perfection. It isn't that I don't understand completely. I know someone who ruined herself while trying to be extremely perfect. The late queen's image surfaced briefly before I brushed it off. After being silent for a while, MC's body relaxed.

MC: Since failing at the autumn gathering, I’ve been constantly thinking about how to behave more perfectly. But…

MC leaned into me, burying her face in my chest.

MC: It's tiring to be perfect all the time. 

Chevalier: Naturally.

I caressed her hair. I could feel her tension melt away, like a flower that had awaited winter’s thaw. Behind us, the party raged on, but MC didn't move for a while as if she had run out of strength ---

Irena: Walk like this with your back straight. Let everyone know that you are the best woman on this continent. 

MC: Yes!

Irena: Nice. Even your bow got better. You've got this. 

MC: Thank you!

Irena: Let's leave it here for today. At this rate, you won't leave me anything more to teach 

Compared to the initial lessons, the atmosphere had drastically changed. The freezing season passed, and with spring’s arrival, MC’s expression grew brighter. After waiting for the right moment, I opened the door, and MC looked at me with joy.

MC: Chevalier-sama, what brings you here today?

Chevalier: I’m struggling to find something to do on my day off.

Chevalier: Aren't you hungry?

As her class ended, I took MC to the pergola, where the maids had already prepared the tea party. 

MC: Ah—! This cake is a limited-time product from that famous shop in town. I’ve wanted to try it! Did you arrange this?

Chevalier: Who else?

MC: I’m surprised you knew about it. Did you hear it from Leon?

Chevalier: I'm not idle enough to chat with him.

MC: Then was it Clavis-san?

Chevalier: Do you think my fool of a brother would recommend a decent cake?

MC: So, you found out about it on your own?

I used a little help from the guard, though. Today was the result of expanding my information network after that firefly incident in the summer.

Chevalier: That is not important.

I led her to a seat and picked up a fork. Cutting a small piece of cake decorated with colors befitting of spring, I held it out, and MC slightly opened her mouth despite seeming embarrassed.

MC: Mmmm... It's so sweet!

MC: I feel like I'm being pampered by Chevalier-sama, whether it is summer, autumn, or winter. 

Chevalier:And what of it?

MC: I want to reciprocate. 

Chevalier: You already have. 

MC: Eh?

Chevalier:Abundantly, actually

In summer, autumn, winter, and now all of your struggle and diligence are for me. There is no precious treasure than those moments where you try to fulfill your responsibility with utmost effort.

Chevalier: You are here. It's the most valuable present.

MC: Hehe... When you say that, it makes me want to try harder. 

MC, who was smiling under the beautiful spring sun, repainted all the seasons I spent alone 

I don't know how to forget, but I don't want to remember the seasons that don't have you in them. 

Epilogue

My mother was a queen whom ladies of nobility admired profoundly. 

Noble lady: Her Highness, your dress is wonderful as always

Queen: Thank you for your kind compliment. Now I can wear this with more confidence

I have this memory from a time I was yet to walk, of Queen before she lost her mind. Coming from a renowned noble family, Queen was always the center of attention. ---

Clavis: Ughh..aaah... I-I hate you!

Chevalier: ....

A few years later, my brother left while crying in a highly emotional manner just because of a single stare from me. 

The queen was admired by many ladies, but her child was the opposite. As he grew older, people distanced themselves from him. He didn’t have the same qualities as the queen and couldn’t capture the same social attention. Before long, the laughter that once filled the palace faded and became a ghost of the past. 

I once thought about it. What would have changed if I could act as amicably as Queen did...but the thought seemed so foolish that I stopped thinking about it.  ----

Noble lady: MC-sama, your dress is wonderful as always

MC:Thank you for your kind compliment. I see that your dress is of the trending Benitoite style. It looks wonderful on you.

Noble lady: You noticed? I'm always impressed by your observatory skills.

The autumn wind carried the light conversation into the office. MC, holding a tea party in the garden, was working hard and socializing on behalf of the emotionless king. 

Clavis: Really nice.

My fool of a brother, who had been checking documents, suddenly looked up to gaze outside. 

Clavis: The palace has become livelier since MC arrived. 

Clavis: Our palace lacked a queen for a long time, and the late king was an asocial man 

Clavis: Perhaps it's more accurate to say that it regained the shape it was always meant to have.

Clavis: However, not every queen can interact with others as tactfully as she does. Your mother used to be the belle of high society. It seems her successor, with the same talents, has appeared. 

Clavis: My, my. Compared to that emotionless, dull man, my sister-in-law is truly magnificent. 

He was right. If I were to inherit the throne alone, our surroundings wouldn’t be so lively. The glory of the palace, built by the last queen, has returned, thanks to MC’s efforts. Yet, people tend to break easily. MC, now standing at the center of attention, could end up like the late queen after just a slight misstep. If the outcome of the mistake a king must never make was the late queen’s fate, then I... ----  

MC: Tonight, the moon is really bright.

That night, while drinking a glass of wine, MC looked at the sky. The harvest moon glowed brightly in the clear sky, leaving little sparkles on the surface of the wine. 

MC: The moon reminds me of that story about the moon rabbit. Do you think there’s a rabbit living up there? 

Chevalier: I’ll let you choose—do you want me to answer with imagination or realistically?

MC: Then, with imagination, please

She was quick to answer. She didn't seem to really believe that there was a rabbit on the moon, rather she just wanted to have a casual chat. 

Chevalier: There’s no rabbit up there. 

MC: But that’s realistic— 

Chevalier: Because she's here. 

As I continued to look at the dumbfounded MC, she understood what I meant and started to smile.

MC:Come to think of it, you used to call me stupid bunny in the past 

Chevalier: You’ve certainly improved compared to before. 

MC: Because I can't stand next to Chevalier-sama as a little bunny

I never thought the woman who was once afraid of the beast like a bunny, would make such great progress. As I took a sip of my wine, its sweetness spread across my tongue. 

MC: If I were the rabbit living on the moon, I’d fly away to meet Chevalier-sama. 

Chevalier: That would surely be a rabbit with very strange tastes. 

MC: I couldn't help but want to be loved by you.

Placing her glass on the blasterades, MC stretched out her hand toward the moon. 

MC: Leaving my old world behind, there are times when I struggle back and forth in an unfamiliar environment. But I can say with confidence that I’m happy now. 

Chevalier: Why?

Turning her gaze toward me, MC smiled bashfully, and her smile's brightness made the harvest moon seem dull in comparison. 

MC: Because you're always by my side.

Chevalier:...

Chevalier: It was a foolish question.

As I put my glass down and cupped her cheeks, her eyes softened with comfort. 

You will bear heavy responsibilities, just like the late queen. But those responsibilities aren’t meant to be carried alone. The late queen was lonely. If that loneliness is what ruins people, then I can be loving and soft just for you. 

Leaning in closer, I kissed her, leaving the moon behind us. 

Though I feel like I already show my love to you as much as possible

[marlynnofmany]

Fuzzy Eggs

After several deliveries that we had to cross alien terrain for, it was nice to have a client actually meet us at the ship for pickup. We didn’t even have to leave the spaceport, small though it was.

“I can’t wait to try this out,” said the green lizardy guy as he tapped away at the payment tablet. “The advertising promises it will repel any small pest with a sense of hearing, and the last three repellents we tried did nothing.”

I asked, “What kind of pest?” (Was I about to find a hard downside to meeting someone right outside the airlock? I really didn’t want any kind of infestation on our ship.)

The guy handed the tablet back and gestured vaguely. “Round furry things. I don’t know what planet they’re from, but they could easily overrun this one if we don’t get a handle on the situation fast. The colony’s already having to keep every window and door shut, but they slip through the tiniest cracks. At least they’re wildly colored and easy to spot before they eat all your food.”

Mur tentacle-walked over with the package, holding it up like he was a squid-shaped butler with a tray of champagne. He gave me a look as the client snatched it up eagerly. “Well, animal expert?” he asked me. “Any insights?”

I shrugged. “Sounds like rodents from Earth, though ours aren’t usually wildly colored. And I have my doubts that a product exists that makes noises to repel every kind of pest. Especially without also repelling the people who set it up.”

The client was already ripping open the box. “Gonna find out. I see a few of the fuzzy little food thieves over there.” He jerked his snout toward a cluster of bushes at the edge of the landing pad.

I’d thought the puffs of color on the ground were other plants, but now that I really looked, they were moving. All in wild pinks and blues, too. Exceptionally fluffy.

Paint came trotting up. “The captain says we should close the door as soon as possible. Apparently there’s a known pest in the spaceport. Oh, hi.” She greeted the client as an afterthought.

He mumbled something polite back, more interested in getting the gadget to work than in greeting another of his own species. He hadn’t stepped back far enough for us to shut the door yet.

Mur peered past him suspiciously. “Did those things come here by stowing away on another ship?”

“Probably,” the client said. Then something clicked. “Aha!”

There might have been a noise. I couldn’t really tell. General spaceport sounds and local breeze made a background ambiance, but I kind of felt like there was something I should have been able to hear. Almost. A glance at Paint and Mur showed similar non-reactions. The fuzzballs by the bush did nothing.

“WHAT is that SOUND?” demanded Zhee, sticking his bug eyes around the corner. He had his pinchers clenched and his posture lower than usual, like he was crouching to make the sound quieter. I still didn’t know where his ears were. “Kindly stop it!”

“Sorry.” The client produced another click, apparently turning it off. “At least I know that it came fully charged. I’ll go test it on the fuzzball invasion.”

Zhee had already picked up a foreleg to continue down the hallway, but he paused at that. “What kind of fuzzballs?”

The client launched into an explanation, but I just pointed at the bush. “Those things over there. Lots of them, apparently.”

Zhee hurried over for a look, nearly knocking Paint off her feet. He sounded absolutely delighted when he exclaimed, “This planet has Egg Day?”

Blank looks all around. I asked, “Egg Day?”

He clicked a pincher arm and spoke quickly, like he was explaining something blindingly obvious that we all should know. “Mesmer holiday. The fuzz eggs emerge all at once — the first wave, anyway — and culling the population is great sport.” He addressed the client with an intense look. “These are an invasion you’d like to be rid of, yes?”

“Yes,” the client said in surprise. “They’re—”

Zhee was already turning away from him and talking to Mur. “Tell the captain to wait a little. We’re not in a hurry.” He looked at Paint. “Don’t tell Trrili.” Then he dashed out onto the landing pad, purple exoskeleton gleaming in the sun, a spectacle of predatory joy.

I’d made a step towards the hallway at one point, with thoughts of putting the payment tablet away, and an ominous voice hissed over my shoulder. “Don’t tell Trrrrrili what?”

I flinched a little, and pretended I hadn’t. “Hi there. Something about Egg Day?”

The tilt of her antennae and the flare of glossy black mandibles looked offended. “And he wanted a head start? The cheater!” She launched herself past all of us in a whirlwind of black and red. Paint thumped against the wall and the client nearly dropped the gadget.

Outside, Zhee already had a pile of crumpled furballs at his feet, and he was excavating the bushes for more. Trrili charged past him to upend a wheeled cart and expose the cluster of rainbow fur underneath. She put her praying mantis pinchers to their intended purpose, all the while bickering with Zhee about unsporting head starts.

The rest of us stared from the doorway.

“Oh my,” said the client.

Mur picked up some stray packing foam and handed it to him to put back in the box. “Those two ought to make a dent in your infestation,” he said. “And I daresay we can pass the word on to any other Mesmers nearby to come join the fun. Depending on the scale of the problem.”

“That … might be a good idea. Thank you.”

Eggskin appeared with a medkit, looking concerned. “What’s happening? I heard something about wanton violence.”

I hurried to reassure them. “Nothing to worry about. Just pest control. And a competition, apparently.”

Eggskin peered outside, shading their pale-scaled face from the sun. “Oh, Egg Day!”

Paint demanded, “You know about that?”

“Sure, it’s a Mesmer holiday,” Eggskin said, setting down the medkit. “Looks like somebody accidentally introduced the fuzz eggs here, huh? They leave egg cases in every hiding place they can find, and you usually don’t suspect a thing until they emerge all at once like that. Good thing we brought a couple of Egg Day veterans with us.”

The client was still clutching the box of electronics, wide-eyed. “They mentioned calling in more?”

“Probably wise,” Eggskin said. “We’ll have to be on our way before too long.” They picked up the medkit again. “Speaking of which, I should make sure we have enough storage space in the refrigeration unit, since they’ll want to eat every one of those.”

I shook my head. “This is a far cry from Easter when I was a kid. Though we did get to eat the hard-boiled eggs. And the ones that had candy inside. None of those took much of a battle to open, though. Well, except for the really little kids who weren’t strong enough yet.”

Paint looked up at me in consternation. “Your species has the same violent holiday as theirs?”

“Ours isn’t violent,” I said. “Unless kids fight over who saw an egg first, I guess. And there is that one noteworthy bit of lore that features a violent death, but that’s just part of the story behind it all. The actual event is totally different from this.” I watched my coworkers seek out brightly-colored round things in every little crevice about the spaceport. “Totally different.”

~~~

These are the ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book.

Shared early on Patreon! There’s even a free tier to get them on the same day as the rest of the world.

The sequel novel is in progress (and will include characters from these stories. I hadn’t thought all of them up when I wrote the first book, but they’re too much fun to leave out of the second).

[koenigami]

tags : slight angst to fluff, caleb's grave, he's alive i promise, mentions of grief wc : 848

Caleb has visited his own grave more often than you'd think. But only just so he could check whether you'd visit it yourself. He knows it was sick. Standing a few feet away, hiding in the shadows while this poisonous satisfaction filled his chest with a barely palpable warmth.

The first time, just a few days after his "death", it nearly broke his heart into pieces. Seeing you fall to your knees, and muffle your pain ridden sobs into your palms. How desperately he wanted to run over to you, embrace you, hold you, and caress your hair while telling you that he's right there. That you were not alone. But he couldn't. All he could do was swallow this growing lump in his throat, and retreat to the car where Liam was waiting for him.

That same grave makes his stomach churn right now. Not because of the fact that he narrowly escaped the fate of lying right there six feet beneath that tomb. No. That prospect has never scared him.

But rather because, in the heat of the moment after one of your first grave fights since he came back, the first place of comfort you instinctively sought out was this one.

Neither of you say a word as he slowly approaches your crouched form from behind. It must have been a while since someone visited the grave considering the withered flowers adorning it. Most of his old friends and colleagues must have moved on with their lives. He's now just another small fragment of their memory.

"You know." Your voice is steady while you stare ahead at the picture of him on the tomb. A bright genuine smile. You had taken it after one of the DAA's flight shows. DAA's golden boy. Your golden boy. "Coming here used to give me strength. I believed that no matter where you were, you were still with me. Watching over me. Maybe even laughing at me and judging some of my life choices."

You say the last sentence with a bitter laugh. One that makes Caleb nearly double over, and want to atone for all of his actions that have cause you sorrow.

"And now?" His voice nearly cracks. Does the memory of his old brighter self give you so much more sense of comfort than the real him does, despite being right there in flesh and blood?

"And now-" You pause once you hear his knees crack as he sits down cross legged beside you. A cold breeze sweeps by, although it does nothing to either of you. Instead you move closer, almost as if you were huddling for warmth. "Now you're here yet it feels as if you were even further away from me, Caleb."

The pregnant pause while he mulls over your words brings you a brief moment of peace. Because despite all the circumstances, he's right there beside you and you'd go through hell and back just so it could stay like this forever.

"I'm sorry. I-I just wanted to... I didn't mean to-" You hear him whisper as he lowers his head in what seems to be shame. The chain around his neck clinks as he nervously plays with the dog tag in his hand, his thumb rubbing over its surface over and over again. His own little tick that he'd developed over time the longer he was away from you. Yet the pendant's cold surface could never compare to the gentle warmth of your skin.

"I will try to be better. I promise."

He doesn't know how. He doesn't know to what degree, and at what speed. All he knows is that he will do it like the many things that he'd achieved before. For you. Everything just for you. But the unwavering determination is what makes you believe him instantly. No matter how many lies he feeds you with, or how many secrets he tries to hide from you, you won't always act on them but you surely will be able to detect them. The same way you also recognise his sincerity.

"I know, Caleb." Your temple finds his shoulder as you lean on him, like you've done countless times before. Letting your hand slide from your lap into his, you press your palm against his and smile when he tightens his hold on it. Your thumb moves over the back of his hand back and forth, and for once you both feel a sense of calmness wash over you.

Together, you watch a few more visitors come and go as the sun slowly but surely sets, tinting the sky in a soft orange.

"Are you cold?" He asks, his voice ridden with fatigue. Soon he will have to go back to Skyhaven while you will stay here in Linkon. Physically separated, while your hearts have yet again gotten closer. Step by step, you think to yourself.

"Mm, no. Not anymore." You sigh and hum when you feel his lips brush against the crown of your head.

After that day, none of you two visits his grave ever again.

[itsnesss]

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬 | anthony larusso × fem! reader

summary | on a summer afternoon, a poolside gathering at the larusso house sparks growing tension between anthony and you, culminating in a passionate encounter that changes everything between you both

warnings | smut, explicit content, emotional tension, p in v, protected sex

word count | 2.7 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩

It was a hot summer afternoon, the sunlight filtered through the leaves of the trees near the pool. The Larusso house was empty, their parents had gone out, so Anthony invited some friends over to hang out. The sound of laughter and relaxed music filled the air as the group split between the pool and the terrace, enjoying the warmth of the day.

You were sitting at the edge of the pool, your legs dangling in the cool water. The heat of the sun touched your skin, but the gentle breeze made it bearable. From there, you watched others play and have fun. The pool seemed like the perfect place to spend the day, but there was something else in the atmosphere, a subtle energy that you couldn't ignore.

Anthony was nearby, interacting with others, but you couldn't help but notice how his eyes would drift towards you whenever he could. It was a silent game, a connection woven without words. There was something in the way he looked at you, something that made you feel that everything happening around you wasn't as important as the moment you shared with him.

You decided to join the game and, without thinking too much, you climbed onto his shoulders while everyone laughed. The contact of your body against theirs made you feel a spark of electricity, something you had never experienced before. The touch of his neck under your hands, the gentle warmth of his skin, all of that made your breath quicken.

"Do you feel comfortable up there?" he asked, his voice deep, somewhat tense.

You looked at him, noticing the slight tension on his face, as if he were controlling something much bigger than the simple game.

"Afraid of falling?" you challenged him with a playful smile, trying to lighten the mood.

He didn't say anything at first, but you noticed that his body was tenser than usual. You knew that the proximity of your body against his was not something he could ignore, and the way he looked at you confirmed it.

"It's not fear... it's just that I don't want to hurt you". his tone was low, but the intensity of his words made your heart beat faster.

A small knot formed in your stomach. You didn't know if that was a protective comment or if there was something more behind it, something you didn't know how to handle.

You decided to get off quickly, the atmosphere between the two of you had changed. You felt more aware of what was between you, that spark that was growing without either of you being able to do anything to stop it. Without saying anything else, you went to the kitchen, you needed a moment to breathe, to clear your thoughts.

Upon arriving in the kitchen, you tried to distract yourself while looking for something to drink, but the sound of the door opening and Anthony's footsteps approaching made you tense up. You turned and saw him standing in the doorway. His eyes were staring at you intently, almost as if he were waiting for you to say something.

"Is something bothering you?" he asked, his tone softer but his gaze more intense than ever.

You didn't know how to respond. It wasn't just the question, but the way he looked at you. You knew that he also felt what was happening between you, but he couldn't say it out loud. You felt vulnerable, exposed, but at the same time, drawn to that palpable energy growing between the two of you.

"Nothing... I was just thinking about what you said earlier". I replied, not knowing if that was the right answer, but you couldn't keep it to yourself anymore.

He frowned, the tension increased, and for a moment, both fell silent. They didn't need to talk anymore, words seemed unnecessary. There was something more than just a simple pool game, something bigger, more real.

"And what did you think?" her voice was soft, almost a whisper, as if she feared breaking the moment with a wrong word.

The question shook you. What did you think? You thought about everything that had happened between the two of you: the brush of his body against yours, the intensity of his eyes when he looked at you, how you felt drawn to him without being able to do anything about it. You knew you desired him, but you didn't want it to be just a fleeting moment.

"I thought about what's happening between us... I can't ignore it," I said without thinking too much. The truth was there, in the air between us.

Anthony didn't move, but his gaze intensified. One more step and he was right in front of you, the distance that separated you now minimal. Both of them were breathing faster, almost in sync. The tension between you had become impossible to ignore.

"And what are we going to do about it?" he asked, his voice deeper, more demanding.

You felt how your body reacted to the tone of his voice. Something in his words made you understand that he didn't want to wait any longer. Neither did you. It was as if everything had been preparing for this moment, as if nothing else mattered now.

Before you could say anything, he took you by the waist and, without warning, his lips met yours. It was a soft kiss at first, almost as if they were testing the waters. But as soon as your hands tangled in his neck and he pulled you closer, the kiss deepened, becoming more intense, urgent.

The kitchen became the setting for something more, a need that both of them shared. His hands began to roam your back, while yours explored his chest, touching his warm skin. The desire was palpable, enveloping, and there was no way to stop it.

"I don't want this to stop," you whispered against his lips, feeling how each word heightened the urgency of his kiss.

He didn't say anything, he just continued kissing you with more passion, as if everything he had said before was now part of a distant past. It was as if they were completely present for each other, caring about nothing but the moment they were sharing.

Suddenly, he broke the kiss, and with a look full of desire, he said:

"Let's go up to my room".

There was no room for doubts, only to follow the impulse of what they both wanted. He took your hand and you climbed the stairs together, the sound of your footsteps echoing in the empty house, as the air grew increasingly dense. The silence between you was eloquent, and each passing second made you feel closer to what you both knew was going to happen.

When they arrived at their room, the door closed behind them, and the atmosphere became even more intimate. He looked at you, his gaze deep, expectant. Words were unnecessary; everything was clear in his eyes, in each of his movements. He approached, and without taking his eyes off you, he began to slowly remove your shirt, as if savoring every second.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice low, trembling, but without a doubt, wanting the same thing as you.

"Yes" you said, your voice firm, with a confidence you had never felt before. I knew what I wanted, and I knew he knew it too.

There was no room for doubts now, only to let reality happen.

He didn't need any more confirmation, he moved closer, and began to kiss your neck softly. Anthony's hands held you by the waist, as if you were on the edge of a cliff and couldn't jump. But the worst part was when his fingers moved down to your legs, slowly, as if they were caressing every corner of your body.

You felt the heat rising up your legs, until it reached your crotch. The proximity of his fingers to your panties made you tremble. You knew that only a piece of clothing separated you from what you truly wanted. But you didn't need more. The spark that had been growing between the two of them was about to become something more real.

"Tell me what you desire," he whispered in your ear, his breath quickened, but his voice clear and confident.

"I want to feel you," you said without thinking too much.

His gaze met yours, and in his eyes shone desire and surprise. You didn't know what he was expecting, but you knew that wasn't the moment to speak. They needed each other, and the only thing that mattered was the reality they both wanted.

Anthony brought you closer to the bed and, without breaking eye contact, began to slowly take off your shorts. He looked at you with an intensity that made you sweat, as if it were a sacred ritual, something only they could do.

"You are so beautiful..." he whispered, his voice trembling, full of desire.

You felt vulnerable, but not enough to stop him. He desired you, and you desired him just as much.

As you slowly took off his shirt, you realized that this was not just a game or a fleeting moment. It was something deeper, something they both needed. The tension had grown too much to stop now.

"I can't stop," he said, his lips brushing against your breasts as he began to remove your bra.

You didn't need a confirmation, you already knew it. The desire between the two of them was palpable, and there was no way to ignore it anymore.

He slowly removed your panties, without looking down, as if eye contact were more important than anything else. It was as if they were the only two people in the world, as if reality had stopped just for them.

After a moment that felt like an eternity, Anthony took off his shorts and underwear. The tension had become unbearable, like a flame that was igniting, and neither of them wanted to extinguish it. He took a silver packet from one of his drawers and put on the condom without haste.

He approached you with a look full of desire. He held you by the hips and pressed you against his body. You felt his strong erection between your legs and, without hesitation, you lifted yourself a little to let him in.

Desire had taken control, it was inevitable. He began to penetrate you slowly, every part of your body tensing with each pulse. It was as if the world were spinning around you, as if everything were part of a dance that only they knew.

"God..." he said through clenched teeth, his breath quickening, his movements becoming increasingly frantic.

"Anthony..." you sighed, feeling how your body was reaching its limit.

Every part of you was tense, as if something inside you was about to break.

"Ah... no..." he whispered through clenched teeth, his movements became faster, harder.

Anthony slowly pulled away from you, removing the condom and tossing it in the trash. He returned to your side and hugged you tenderly, his eyes closed. No words were necessary, you knew it had been real, and that you could never forget what you had shared. Both of them had needed this, they had needed the other half of their balance.

"It was good..." you murmured in his arms, feeling an inner peace you had never felt before.

"Yes... it was incredible" he replied, kissing your neck.

[loz-chainsofcorruption]

With Rain Comes Pain

No one - except Wind and Wild, the former of which was used to the humidity and the latter of which just didn't seem to care - was fond of the humid parts of Wild's lands, be it the hotter Faron Region, or the cooler Lanayru Wetlands where they were right now, but Legend had a special sort of distaste for it.

The humidity made him hurt.

And an oncoming storm was only going to make it worse.

AKA I inflict Legend with my chronic pain issues and hand Time some mild arthritis as a treat. Half the group gets to do some crazy climbing to shelter under a tower (RIP to those guys), and the rest of the gang gets to shelter under a shrine.

Written for @linked-disability

Also here on ao3

Walking through the portal, the group was hit with what felt like a wall of thick, cool air. There was a chorus of groans.

“Oh, joy,” Legend said with a scowl.

Warriors looked torn between taking off his scarf and pulling it closer to his neck. The air here wasn't just wet, but also chilly. An annoying combination to say the least.

“It's so humid here,” Four bemoaned, pushing his headband up a little higher to keep more hair out of his face so it wouldn't cling to his cheeks. His skin was already looking damp as the breeze blew moisture against them.

“It's not that bad,” Wind said.

“You live in an ocean world. You never think humidity is that bad,” Four retorted.

No one - except Wind and Wild, the former of which was used to the humidity and the latter of which just didn't seem to care - was fond of the humid parts of Wild's lands, be it the hotter Faron Region, or the cooler Lanayru Wetlands where they were right now, but Legend had a special sort of distaste for it.

The humidity made him hurt.

Already, as they began to walk down a sloped path in the direction of the river, Wild leading the way and promising to get them out of the area and to the Trillby Plains, he could feel a soreness starting to form in his fingers and knees. It would no doubt soon become full-body aches. If only they could stop just long enough for him to make some tea…

But the sooner they could leave the area, the better. 

He withheld a groan, the sound coming out more like a grunt of air as the path steepened a little, each step jolting up his legs. The pain was coming on even faster than usual, and worse than usual too. He couldn't even help the continuous, nonverbal grunts each time the ground dipped and his step dropped a little lower. He was glad the sound of footsteps seemed to cover it.

“Wild,” he said after a couple of minutes. “Is there rain coming?”

That was one of the nifty parts of Wild's Sheikah Slate - it somehow knew what the oncoming weather was.

Wild pulled out his Slate to check. “Oh! Oh. Thunderstorm, actually. How do you always know?”

“Magic,” he said through gritted teeth.

“We're not going to be able to get out of the area before the storm hits,” Wild said, a small frown tugging at his lips.

At that, everyone with armor started stripping it off, and weapons and shields that weren't wooden were put away. Thunderstorms in this era came with lightning; lightning that was very fond of anything metal. It made everyone uneasy, not having their usual weapons out, but getting fried wasn't worth the risk. Wild had made that very clear the first time a thunderstorm had rolled in while they were in his time, and honestly, Legend hadn’t wanted to get struck by lightning again if he could avoid it.

Begrudgingly, he slipped his rings off, save for the Green Holy ring, having to fight yanking them off a little more with his fingers swelling. He rubbed at his hands and looked at the champion, who was studying his map as thunder started to rumble in the distance before turning around and weaving through the group.

“We're going back?”

“We won't outpace the storm if we keep going that way, and there's nothing close enough in that direction to shelter anyone. There's a shrine not too far behind us, and…” Wild tossed a glance over his shoulder. “And a tower pretty close to that, since not everyone would be able to fit under the shrine's overhang. But uh, there's gonna be a lot of climbing to get to the tower.”

“We know you have to climb the towers, Wild, you don't have to warn us,” Sky said.

“No, there's a lot of climbing to get to the tower,” Wild repeated. “Hard climbing.”

He turned to scan the group, walking backwards as he did so, and Legend looked over everyone as well. 

Hyrule and Warriors weren't very good when it came to climbing. Legend wasn't either, even when he wasn't hurting so badly. 

Wind was a fine climber, so was Twilight; he'd be even faster with his clawshots once they reached the tower itself. Sky was alright, low stamina aside, but he'd seen platforms dotting the sides of every tower they'd ever passed while in Wild's era. Plus, the champion had stamina elixirs for anything else. Four had a grip ring that helped him climb like a pro that he'd proudly shown off once on one of Wild's towers just for fun, and everyone knew Wild himself was a climbing beast as long as the surface was dry. 

Time never seemed to have too much trouble climbing either, so Legend was surprised when he said, “If it's all the same to you, I'll stick to the ground level group.”

Wild nodded. “That's fine. Hyrule, Wars, Legend, and you should all fit alright under the shrine's overhang. It'll be a bit of a squeeze, but I think you guys can manage. It's on the way to the tower, so we can drop you off there, and I'll lead the rest of you guys to the tower.”

The pace was picked up as the sky slowly darkened, Wild continuing to glance at his Slate to make sure the group would make it in time.

“Down here,” he said, sliding down a short, rocky ledge to where the shrine waited. Everyone followed him down, Legend biting his lip as his boots hit the ground.

“The rest of us go over that bridge.” Wild pointed to a small bridge with two intricate-looking watchtowers next to it, stone tips glowing a faint cyan. “Almost everything from there onwards is climbing. Good thing the monsters in this area were cleared out, or getting up there would be an even bigger pain.”

Pulling out his longhook, Legend handed it over to Wild. “Just in case.”

They had long ago found a workaround for areas where there was no choice but to climb. It was convoluted and slow-going, but it worked as long as there were enough landings big enough for a person to stand. Wild would climb up to an area where he could stand and then switch out with someone below who couldn't climb. He'd climb up again, past that break point and to another, then switch again. Rinse and repeat until they reach the top. 

It was a good thing the champion seemed to enjoy climbing, because he sometimes had to do it for more than one person.

“Thanks,” Wild said before leaping off the ledge and paragliding to the ground below, waving an arm. “Pick up the pace, guys! We gotta beat the rain!”

The others made use of what they had - Roc’s Feather, Sailcloth, and Deku Leaf - to safely and quickly reach the ground. Twilight opted for four paws and a lower center of gravity to traverse the bumpy rocks down to the ground. He nudged Four and ducked down when he reached the bottom, who huffed in annoyance but climbed aboard, leaning his torso flat against the wolf’s back and getting a good grip before Twilight took off at a faster pace, the others jogging as another rumble of thunder filled the air. Legend watched Wild hand Sky a bottle as they crossed the bridge before grabbing Twilight by the ear and yanking him down to his height long enough to tie a bandana around his head.

Eventually, the group disappeared around the corner of a cliff. Still, the four left behind - Legend, Time, Warriors, and Hyrule - stayed at the ledge and watched, waiting to see the group appear at the top of that cliff.

“There really is a lot of hard climbing, huh?” Warriors remarked. Legend nodded.

The small figure of Four appeared at the rocky, sloped top in no time - oh, how jealous Legend was of that grip ring - but he peered down, something in hand.

The longhook, Legend realized, as Sky appeared at the top in Four's place. Seemed they'd decided to have the faster climbers swap with the slower ones to shave off a bit of time. 

“Catch!” Four's shout carried across the small valley.

“Got it!” Wild called. Moments later, he clambered over the top, leaned over the edge, longhook in hand. Had he caught that while climbing? The champion traded places with Twilight, their other slower climber. Legend may not have been great at climbing - in truth, his arm strength wasn't superb, and he just wasn't great at finding purchase on walls - but even he knew the way the rancher climbed was outright weird. It worked, sure, but it was slow and looked absolutely ridiculous. 

Wind reached the top just a few moments before Four got there a second time, Wild right behind him. Twilight and Sky had already gotten a start on the next cliff. This one at least had a platform not far off from the group, enabling an even faster swap out as Wild practically jumped his way up the cliff towards the rock jutting out. Wind had just gotten started, so it seemed the champion opted to swap with him. When Four reached the top, he offered a hand to help Sky up to the platform while Wind sat on the ground behind him, arms around Four's torso for stability. Four's strength never failed to amaze Legend, but he supposed one needed to be pretty strong to be a smith. The three stooped low and careful on the sharply angled platform to keep from sliding off, then worked together to hoist Twilight up and out of the way so Wild had room to join them.

Idly massaging his fingers, Legend didn't envy the climbing group at all. It looked like tough work, and they still had one more short cliff face to climb, plus a whole tower after that.

The group made their way up, helping each other along, before disappearing out of sight, leaving those by the shrine with nothing to look at but massive, curved bones jutting up from the ground and dark, rumbling skies.

“Do you think they'll make it before the rain starts?” Hyrule asked.

“Worst case scenario, Wild warps them,” Warriors said, and everyone in the group made a face - even Time seemed to wince a little. There was nothing comfortable about having one's entire being unwoven and rebuilt in another location. Wild said it didn't feel all that weird to him, and Legend suspected his one-hundred-year-long soak in the “Sheikah juice”, as the champion called it, had something to do with it. 

“Maybe his body is more conductive to their warp technology,” Four had once theorized, and Legend was inclined to agree. 

It took longer than expected to see Wild stand up on one of the lower platforms of the towers. Were there monsters up there? A smaller cliff to climb that they couldn't see from their angle?

Whatever had slowed them wasn't an issue anymore as they resumed their pattern of teamwork-climbing, steadily making their way up the tower. 

Legend flinched as something cold and wet hit his nose. 

“Uh-oh,” Hyrule murmured. 

Everyone on the ground began to hold hands over their eyes to shield them from the occasional drops to keep an eye on the tower. Twilight pulled himself up with his clawshots, and Four disappeared up the hole behind him and onto the tower's platform, out of view. A moment later, Wind vanished and Wild appeared in his place. Everyone but Wild and Sky were on the platform now, but the rain was picking up, forcing everyone at the shrine to back inside, out of the water.

Though they were just tiny figures, getting blurrier through the rainfall, they could still make out Wild doing his best to climb up the last stretch of the tower, but he slid back down, and Sky reached to steady him. Wild made a lot of gestures, pointing up - probably trying to convince Sky that warping up there was a lot better in the long run than staying in the pouring rain, if Legend had to guess - before the two crowded together and disappeared in a faint blue wisp of light.

“Poor Sky,” Hyrule said.

“He'll survive,” Legend replied, trying to back a little further out of the rain. The wall of the shrine was cold, damp from the humidity, and awkwardly curved against his back. It didn't take long for him to sink to the ground, tugging his legs as tightly to his chest as he could. Time followed suit not long after, while Hyrule and Warriors opted to stay standing for now. 

“You're in pain,” Warriors commented, and everyone's attention swung to him, some to see who he was talking about, and Legend to give him a glare for noticing and mentioning it. But his next sentence surprised the veteran. “Both of you are.” Both? “Legend, you keep rubbing your hands and shifting and grimacing. Time, you were putting less weight on your left leg while walking.”

“Are you guys hurt?” Hyrule said, hands raised at the ready.

“Not an injury,” Legend assured him, giving a quick, sour look at Warriors. “I just… get achy sometimes.” To ease concern, he quickly added a fib. “Only when it gets stormy.”

Warriors glanced just past Legend's head and let out the tiniest scoff. The veteran's eyes narrowed before he decided to turn his attention to Time. He hadn't been paying enough attention, distracted by his own sore body, to notice Time's troubles.

“What's your deal?” he asked.

Time sighed. “My knees act up on occasion. Left one especially. Guess it comes with age.”

“You really do your best to live up to the nickname, huh, ‘old man'?” Hyrule remarked with a crooked smile while Legend dug into his bag.

Time chuckled. “Guess so.”

“Here, try this.” Legend held his Fire Rod out past Hyrule and towards Time. 

The man reached for it, then hesitated. “What about you?”

“I'm going to try my Ice Rod. Which one helps - cold or heat - depends on the day. If these don't work, we can swap,” Legend said.

“And if only one works for both of us?” Time questioned.

“We'll cross that bridge if we come to it.”

The man sighed and accepted the Fire Rod. Legend took out his Ice Rod and did his best to tamp down the chilly temperature with his magic. He knew, with this sort of weather, with this sensation in his fingers, that heat would soothe the stiffness and pain, whereas cold would probably just make it worse.

That was likely the case for Time, too. If he was wrong, and Time wanted to swap, that would be ideal, but if not… Well, Legend had a feeling the only way the old man would accept the help was if Legend insisted he had other options.

Sneaking a glance over at Time, he could see the way the man slowly seemed to relax as he pressed the warmth to his troublesome knees.

He discreetly adjusted his grip on the Ice Rod, lifting the few fingers that were out of view of the others off just enough so they wouldn't be directly on the rod, though the weapon seemed to radiate a cool sensation into the air an inch or two around it. The sky lit up, and Hyrule “oohed” over the lightning before a particularly loud boom of thunder resounded in the air. Legend flinched, hands tightening on the Ice Rod before quickly loosening them again. Even so, as fingers of lightning spread across the sky again, he couldn't help but tense. Lightning always put him on edge, and while low rolls of thunder didn't bother him too much, sudden, loud claps of it made him feel rattled.

“How's yours doing?” Time asked without saying anything about how the rod helped him, which meant he was planning to swap if the Ice Rod wasn't helping Legend, even if the Fire Rod was helping Time.

Stubborn old man.

“Just what I needed,” he lied smoothly. “Guess it's an ice kind of day. How about you?”

“It's helping,” Time admitted. “Thanks.”

“No problem.”

Though his fingers were cold, the side of his head was burning; a glance across the shrine's small cove showed Warriors staring at him. Why? Did he somehow know? 

But if anyone would catch him on his bluff, it would be him, wouldn't it? As much as he ragged on the captain, he loved him, but love did not stop Legend from being driven up the wall by several things about him.

First and foremost was how observant he was. Was it too much to ask to remain unperceived? If he wanted to lie about his well-being, that was his choice, and the captain could keep his perfectly shaped nose out of it.

Thankfully, if Warriors knew, he didn't call him out. However, after a few beats, he said, “I've heard that swapping between cold and hot can help pain.” The man said it casually as he leaned against the wall, eyes moving to Hyrule. “Hyrule, you have a candle, right?”

“It doesn't provide a whole lot of heat, though,” Hyrule said as he rummaged in his bag and pulled it out.

“But enough to cup hands around, right?” Warriors gaze swung over to Legend pointedly.

“Oh, yeah! I'd think so,” Hyrule said. “It's kept my hands warm plenty of nights in the past.”

In a battle of stubborn wills, Legend stared at Warriors, and Warriors stared back at him, quirking a sharp brow.

“Pass it over,” Legend said, putting his Ice Rod away. “I guess I'll give it a go.” Just to make it clear he was definitely unsure about this whole thing and was totally, absolutely fine using just the Ice Rod, he added, “But if this makes it all worse, you have to give me a hand massage.”

“Okay,” Hyrule said.

“I was talking to the captain.”

“Oh, right.”

Legend took the candle and carefully propped the flat disk between his knees, then cupped his fingers around the flame. He tried to keep his breath of relief from being too obvious.

After a few minutes had passed, he realized he should probably say something. “I don't think it's making it worse. How long should I use heat for? Do I swap back to cold later?”

“I'm not sure,” Warriors said, and Legend couldn't decide if he was telling the truth or not. “I suppose you'll just have to listen to your body and decide.”

He rolled his eyes with a huff, but he didn't mind the answer. Any excuse to keep the heat a while longer was good enough for him… though he'd probably have to give in and switch back to the Ice Rod at some point if he was going to maintain the facade. Unless he could pretend the ice and heat were helping equally. 

If only the warmth of the candle hit his knees better. And his calves, and ankles, and elbows, and-

No use dwelling on it, he thought, resting his head on the wall. Even with his eyes closed, he could tell when lightning flashed through the skies, and he couldn't help but tense a little each time, anticipating the next sound of thunder. But as each rumble remained just that, he relaxed a little.

Until another crash shook the ground and he jerked, the candle tipping between his legs. With a curse, he made a move to grab it as it tumbled, but yanked his hands back with a hiss as the flame licked at his fingertips. The candle hit the ground, and Hyrule quickly righted it, moving it aside, before reaching over for Legend's hands.

“Did you burn your fingers?”

“I'm fine,” Legend said, pulling his hands away.

Stubborn, Hyrule stretched across him and grabbed his wrists, pulling his hands back towards him to investigate. “You burned yourself.”

He pulled them away again. “They'll be fine. Don't waste your energy on this. I've got an Ice Rod.”

“Legend,” Hyrule scolded. “There's no sense in leaving your fingers burned!”

“At least drink a potion,” Time said.

“I'm not wasting a potion on a minor burn. It's two fingers!”

“Which means it won't use up much of my energy at all to heal!” Hyrule insisted, taking Legend's hand again. 

Grumpy from pain and feeling particularly hard-headed, the veteran made to pull away again, but another boom roared through the skies, pulsing through his bones. He found his fingers wrapping tightly around Hyrule's as every muscle seemed to constrict at the sound. 

Hazel eyes flicked up to his, and Legend lifted his fingers, looking away. Something warm and tingly spread across them, and he yanked his hands away at the same time Hyrule let them go.

“See? All healed up. Easy.”

The best he could summon was barely a scowl. His friend was just trying to help. He knew he shouldn't be harsh over it, but…

He still tilted away from him and curled in on himself, staring out at the ringlets the raindrops made when landing in the puddles of water spotting the ground.

A small, disappointed sigh he clocked as being from Time sounded behind him, and he sank down a little, scowl deepening. The old man was in pain too, but he wasn't lashing out at others. Why was he like this? Why couldn't he be more like… like Sky? Everyone liked Sky.

A warmth suddenly pressed to his side, and he nearly turned to tell Time he didn't need the Fire Rod, but he realized the warmth was soft, molding against him, not a hard staff, and his gaze was met with Hyrule's, who gave him a knowing smile.

“I'm chilly,” he said with a smile a little too cheeky for Legend's liking.

With a sigh, he turned back and wrapped an arm around his successor, who threw his arm across Legend's middle.

“You're welcome,” Hyrule whispered, and Legend barked out a small laugh.

“Thanks,” he grumbled dryly, even as the corner of his mouth turned up. Everything hurt, and the thunderstorm sucked, but Hyrule at his side made it all a little less awful. 

And if the Hyrule grabbed onto one of Legend's hands, giving it the gentlest of squeezes every time a particularly loud boom of thunder sounded, or an especially close strike of lightning hit the ground, neither of them said anything about it. 

Later, Legend found the opportunity to corner Warriors and ask him the question that had been burning in him. “How did you know?”

“How did I know what?” Warriors asked a little too innocently.

His eyes narrowed. “Don't screw with me. Back at the shrine. How did you know?”

“What, that you're a big, self-sacrificing, hypocritical liar?” Warriors asked.

A flush spread across Legend's face. Not how he would have preferred that to have been worded. “The old man does enough for all of us. The least I could do was let him be the one to use the Fire Rod. But how did you know?”

“That's why I didn't say anything back there. For Time's sake. But you have a tell when you lie,” Warriors said, eyes sparkling with amusement.

His brows furrowed. He did? He thought he was a pretty smooth liar. What would he have-?

Warriors reached out and tweaked his ear teasingly, and he swatted him away before freezing as he remembered that one woman's off-handed comment in Lorule. 

“You lying? Cuz your ears twitched real funny there. Mine do that when I lie.”

Ears twitched sometimes. When things were too loud, if a tickle was felt there; it was just part of life, so he hadn't put much stock in her words, but…

His hands rose to cover his ears, embarrassed heat radiating off of them.

No way, do they?

Warriors started laughing hard, clapping a hand on his shoulder as he moved to pass him. “I wonder how long it'll take for the others to notice.”

He stared at Warriors as he walked past, and as his cheeks burned, he wondered if it was possible to train his ears into keeping still.

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[merakiui]

feel free to delete if this is perhaps too raunchy of an ask!! but how do u think the twst guys masturbate? do they use their hands, fleshlights/onaholes? are they loud or quiet? do they rely on their imagination or sexual material? etc etc lolol

I'm sorry that this is a bit of a sleazy question, but it has been pestering me ^^;;

Nothing is ever too sleazy when it comes to smut. <3 this ask gave me so many thoughts,,,

✧ Riddle only ever masturbates when it's absolutely necessary (i.e. he needs to de-stress and relax or it's a poorly timed erection that won't go away and he's too impatient to wait it out). Sometimes his mind wanders when he's studying. He doesn't mean for it to, but he often thinks back on the day's events when he's settling down for the evening and suddenly you pop into his mind and his brain is working overtime...... orz he uses his hand and lotion/lube and gets off to lewd thoughts in his imagination. It gets the job done. I like to imagine he's eerily quiet because he fears someone might hear him. That, and he probably learned how to do everything quietly after living so many years under his mother's roof. >_< he's biting his lip or stuffing his tie in his mouth to muffle any sounds that may slip out.

✧ Trey does it when he feels like it. All he really needs is his hand and some lotion and he's good. Sometimes he doesn't even use lotion; it really depends. I like to think Trey watches hardcore porn even though he seems like he may be into soft, sweet vanilla things on the surface. Definitely enjoys food play porn. Cater probably gifted him an onahole, and Trey uses it and imagines it's you. Does the trick every time. :) he's quiet, save for the few occasional grunts and groans.

✧ Cater absolutely watches porn. He scrolls through his favorite swimsuit models' Magicam accounts while he's moving his hand up and down along his dick. <3 sometimes he browses the selection of sex toys on his favorite online erotic stores. Although I also think he has a folder full of pictures of you and he looks through those when he's masturbating. You could be fully clothed and yet he's imagining cumming all over that cute, smiling face... depending on the day and how horny he is, he can be either loud or quiet while he's masturbating.

✧ Ace,,,, I want to preface this by saying he absolutely has a cum sock. T_T and you know he'll never tell you which one it is, so never ask to borrow socks from him for whatever reason. Sure, he washes it, but do you really want to use a sock that has been wrapped around his dick more than once in the past? ;;;;; Ace definitely watches porn. He masturbates a lot. Typical horny guy who has sex on his mind often. He's not very loud, but then he's also not very quiet either. He tends to lose himself in the sensations.

✧ Deuce tries not to masturbate all the time, but he can't help it. It's the same situation as Ace: he's a horny guy who gets worked up over the smallest things. A breeze could probably get him hard. </3 you don't know this, but the majority of his hard-ons are the result of you. He thinks of you all the time... things you say and do make him feel so hot. He uses his hand. It's impossible to use any toys in a dorm with three other roommates, and his hand makes things easy and simple. He tries to be quiet (he really does), but he grunts and breathes heavy a lot. >_<

✧ Leona's too lazy to search for porn that'll get him off, so he just sits back, shuts his eyes, and fucks into his hand at the thought of you. Ideally, it'd be much better if you were here and he could sink himself into your tight heat. Leona's a mess when he's in rut. He always tells you to keep away if you know what's good for you because even he's not sure he'd be able to restrain himself if you came into his room smelling so sweet while he's in rut. He's not very loud. Soft groans, maybe a growl here and there, but for the most part he's quiet.

✧ Ruggie does it more often than one might think. It's hard work running errands for Leona. He's got to get some stress-relief in somehow! He doesn't use anything fancy. Just his hand and some porn will do. Most of the time, though, he thinks of you. It's a little embarrassing how hard and needy he gets when he's fantasizing about you. <3 lots of whimpering and soft groans...

✧ Jack does it when he feels like it or when it's absolutely necessary. I feel like Jack often represses his horny thoughts by exercising and working out, so he doesn't masturbate often. The usual hand and lotion combination. It's bad when he's in rut, though. No logical thoughts in his brain. Just the ever-present desire to fuck and mate and breed.

✧ Azul......... my beloved darling. <3 he bought an onahole at the suggestion of a certain blue-haired board game club member and it was over for him. orz I think Azul whines a lot. He's panting like he's in heat. He gets so wrapped up in his fantasies. I don't think he's an avid porn watcher, but then this is because he's picky and has very specific tastes (it's you. you're the specific tastes). In merform, he uses one of those full body onaholes and pretends it's you. One tentacle wrapped around the silicone waist and bouncing it on his hectocotylus. He's definitely broken more than one sex toy LOL. Accidentally filled one of his onaholes with eggs and was so frustrated that it wasn't you. :(

✧ Jade is a menace (part one) because he's a Shameless Freak who is too curious for his own good. Instead of a cum sock, he probably has a jar. He makes it a fun game to see how much he can fill within a certain amount of time lol. Jade's sex fantasies are CRAZY. Sometimes he gets off to porn; sometimes his thoughts are enough to have him cumming into a tissue or his hand (or the jar). He's definitely more quiet than he is loud. In merform, anything goes. Jade's gotten great practice fingering his slit, so he'll use this expertise on you when the two of you finally fuck.

✧ Floyd is a menace (part two) because he does it all. Uses spit, lube, lotion, blood????? It doesn't matter how clean or viable it is; he wants to try it. He's messy with it. Probably has a cum sock as well. Human sex toys are so fascinating to him, so he's willing to sample it all. Whatever catches his interest, really. Most days if he's feeling something quick he'll just use his hand and look at things on his phone. Definitely has vocal range when he's masturbating. Some days he's loud and other days he's quiet. Like the above, Floyd's also down to do anything and everything in merform. You should 100% eat him out when he's in merform. Quickest way to have the eel wrapped around you (literally and figuratively).

✧ Kalim does it whenever he feels like it! He's also curious and wants to try all manner of things. He used an onahole once and was hooked. It's just so great. <3 he's even named it after you. T_T I think Kalim's louder than most when he really gets into it, but other than that he can be quiet sometimes. Not always, though. He throws his head back and gasps a lot when he's on the verge of cumming, eyes squeezed shut as he succumbs.

✧ Jamil does it when he has time. </3 his schedule tends to get busy when he's looking after Kalim, balancing his own life, studying, club stuff....... I like to imagine Jamil gets horny so easily and quite often, but he's the repressed type of horny because he never has enough time for himself!!! When he does masturbate, it's usually just with his hand. He hardly makes any noise, save for the occasional groan or pleasured hum.

✧ Vil does it whenever he's in the mood. It's healthy for the mind and body to masturbate every now and then, so it's not like he's against a little self-care time. <3 he probably sets aside time for it on the days when he knows he'll need some stress relief. Sometimes these things can't be planned for, so a little spontaneity is okay. I feel like Vil doesn't get too complicated with it (that's saved for when he's with you hehe), so he probably just uses his hand. If he's using any sort of toys, he makes sure the material is safe and won't hurt him or his skin. He's also very picky when it comes to toys and other products like lube and lotion. Most days his hand is enough. I think he's the type to gasp. Maybe a low moan here and there. In any case, all of his sounds always sound so beautifully debauched.

✧ Rook......... it goes without saying he does it whenever he wants and can get off to anything and everything. orz especially candid pictures of you!!!! I think he's also a type who is willing to try all kinds of things. He prefers the sensuality of skin to skin contact, so he's more than fine with using just his hand. "As nature intended," he'll probably say. T_T Rook is a hunter who is always so eerily quiet and stealthy. I like to think it's much the same when he's masturbating. Mostly quiet, save for the occasional sound every now and then.

✧ Epel also falls into the category of Ace and Deuce. He's a little sex-brained sometimes. >_< but can you blame him? There was hardly anyone else in Harveston his age and now he's at NRC and you're there and he's just,,,, down horrendous. I feel like he tries so hard to sound "manly" or more mature, but the truth is that he whimpers and whines like he's in heat when he gets really into it. Mainly uses his hand, but I think he'd be curious and buy an onahole for himself.

✧ Idia.......... T_T this one is already self-explanatory, but he's using his hand, lube/lotion, an onahole based on his favorite anime girl, etc. He watches hentai and reads r18 doujinshi of his favorite series. He's probably one of the few twst characters who does it so frequently. Lots of pent-up horny. OTL if you're chatting with him online, he jerks off to your messages. He keeps clips of your voice from the times you VC in Magicord and he replays them while he's fucking the onahole like he intends to knock it up. ^^;;; I think he whines a lot, but then maybe he's good at being mostly quiet when he's masturbating. Either way, he's left breathless every time.

✧ Malleus didn't even know pornographic imagery and videos on cellphones existed, so his idea of porn is probably a tasteful nude painting. Imagine the Renaissance nudes, but Malleus's probably commissioned someone to paint you like that. He's so sexually awkward, so an exposed ankle or shoulder or even an outfit that looks so wonderful on you could get him worked up. ;;;;;; he probably uses his hand, but sometimes he ruts into his pillows/sheets. orz he groans a lot. He definitely visits you post-masturbation and greets you as if he wasn't just picturing you beneath him, writhing and sobbing in pleasure. Post-nut clarity for Malleus is just him realizing you'd be much better than his hand or bedsheets.

✧ Lilia uses and does it all. He loves experimenting. He's always curious and willing to try everything once. At this point the question is: what hasn't he done? Sometimes he's quiet and sometimes he's loud. Sometimes he watches hentai (as per his online friend's recommendations) and sometimes he uses his imagination. He's always finding ways to try new things. Although lately he's enjoyed using your mouth. <3

✧ Silver does it when he's feeling up for it. I imagine he doesn't get horny very often, but when he does......... 👀 he just uses his hand and nothing else, but I'm sure he's heard from others how good certain things are. Silver's so genuinely honest, so I feel like he'd want to know if there's any merit to an onahole versus an actual hole (your hole). Something to try in the future perhaps... I think he can be quiet, but then I also imagine he groans softly a lot!!!

✧ Sebek....... he tries not to, but the horny always catches up to him. He does it more often than you'd think, but he refuses to use anything other than his hand. He's stubborn! Definitely makes a lot of noise and he doesn't even realize it.

✧ Rollo didn't do it much (only when it was a necessity), but after meeting you that changes. He goes from going weeks without touching himself to doing it nearly every other day. You make him feel so insatiably horny. He usually just relies on his imagination, but sometimes I like to picture him reading erotic literature. >:D he definitely relies on his hand and lotion/lube, and he's also another one who is scarily quiet.

✧ Neige does it fairly often! He likes using his hand, but then he also likes using an onahole. He's so obsessed with you to the point where I think you'd be the only thing that can get him properly worked up. He cums to thoughts of you, to pictures of you, to the sound of your voice, to the smell of you, to your clothes... he's so cute,,, definitely the type to whine and be noisy if he's really feeling good.

✧ Che'nya also does it often! He's a curious cat, so he'll want to try all kinds of things. He does it all. His ability to turn invisible makes him great for watching you during private times or secretly groping you in a crowded place and you're completely unaware of his presence hehe. He's also got a vocal range, and it really depends. Sometimes he can be so quiet, and other times he's so loud you think he's in heat.

✧ Fellow....... tell me you can see the vision: room dimly lit by candlelight or something and Fellow's leaning back against the headboard of his bed and he's slowly running his hand along the length of his lubed up cock. Slow and steady, dragging it out, edging himself to thoughts of you! >:D I feel like this is one of his favorite ways to masturbate. He has time. <3 why rush? He's not as loud as you may think. When he's alone, he probably gasps and groans a lot. The type to squeeze his eyes shut and bow his head when he's on the verge of cumming.

[madridnoora]

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ Forbidden - Blind Dates and Ice Packs

Eighth instalment of the forbidden au - lsu!joe x oc

Full AU masterlist here -> ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ Forbidden

Summary: Daisy is finally forced into Bella's blind date, and Daisy and Joe's arrangement changes even further following the highly anticipated game against Ole Miss.

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A/N: Sorry this took so long to get out, I've been crazy busy but hoping to get some more parts up in the next few weeks:) Next part may be a big one!

18+ Content. MDNI :). Mentions of drinking, drug use, smoking and sex. ⋆｡˚

The conversation the morning after halloween was a simple one. The rules of the arrangements had been mutually agreed to change, only slightly.

Rule One - It remained the same, no strings and no attachments.

Rule Two - This had been abandoned, they weren't exactly doing a great job of hiding the thing between them anymore. The news of what had happened in the bathroom of the halloween party was the juiciest piece of campus gossip all year and by the following evening it had spread everywhere. Daisy was getting dirty looks from practically every girl on campus, some out of conservative disgust but most out of jealousy. The boy's had also changed the way they looked at her, she didn't like that. They would gawk, and she would shrink into her own skin once again. It made her hide away from the world, spending more time in Joe's room than on campus.

Rule Three - Daisy was still not allowed to wear the 'i'm horny' longhorns t-shirt.

Rule Four - A new one, and the most important. No physical intimacy with other people. The arrangement had become an exclusive one, it felt simpler that way. Joe wasn't bothered about having sex with other women, not when Daisy was available for him whenever he needed her. Daisy wasn't exactly wanting to pursue any other boys either. The whole agreement just felt easier if they kept it between them, and it wasn't because they were developing a forbidden attachment to each other. No. Absolutely not. This was just the best thing for them at this current moment. If they wanted to stop, they could at any time and nothing--no feelings or swelling of the heart would occur.

They lazily shook hands on it as Joe had his heavy hungover arm draped across her bare shoulder as she lay wrapped in his navy duvet. Afterwards, an awkward silence filled the room. Neither of them knowing what to say as the relationship between them went a step beyond what they ever imagined on the first night they met.

Daisy's hushed, raspy voice broke it.

'What now?' She said with her sage eyes looking so deeply in Joe's blue stare. His lips curled only minutely, a sign that he was fighting a bigger grin beneath it.

'We fuck'

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daisyymoore

autumn into winter

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@.cassdaviess: sweet angel girl

-> @.daisyymoore: oh i love you so

@.lahjay_10: loved that pussy!

-> @.daisyymoore: WHAT?!

-> @.lahjay_10: the pumpkin daisy jeez.

5th November 2019

It's a typical midday at the start of a Louisiana, the sun still burns in the sky but a breeze bites at Joe's skin. He sat slouched on the greyish brown wood of the campus quad picnic benches, Justin next to him and Ja'marr opposite. His foot tapped aimlessly against the concrete beneath him, his phone tilted just low enough that he was the only one who could see it. His thumb hovers over the black mirror. He's stuck on her instagram, he always is.

It was a new one, a collection of images from the past few weeks. They felt personal. Handcrafted slides that made his mind run with the idea she might have posted them just for him. The first image he had taken of her when they were in the backyard of his fraternity, a picture he snapped because the wind was dancing through her pretty hair and making her look ethereal. The second image was the pumpkin she had carved across the table from him, a post sex activity which he hadn't been able to stop thinking about. Maybe she couldn't stop thinking about it either? Joe shook away the thoughts, he didn't want to find himself getting carried away in teenage daydreams. The fourth was his fraternity on the night of Halloween, the night the agreement swapped between them. The night the air around him shifted to something heavier, something denser--a tangible emotion that he could feel pulsing against his skin.

It was the fifth image that captured his attention the most.

Her in the LSU campus gym. Flesh bare, stomach tensed, hips cocked. She knew what she was doing, and it pissed him off. He couldn't help but scroll through the list of likers and there was a lot of them. A lot of boys, a lot of college athletes. None of them would be winning the Heisman in just over a months time though, Joe still had that little confidence boost to stop his ego from denting too much. He also had the knowledge that as of almost a week ago, she was his. Just his woman to bed.

He sent her a DM--half joking, half not.

Take this down.

She replied almost instantly.

daisyymoore

Why? a lot of people liked it ;)

Joe closed his eyes and breathed in a slow breathe. She was enjoying this new exclusive thing, she liked the power it gave her to get under his skin. Daisy was aware Joe didn't like her like that, but she knew he didn't like to lose or be second place either. It was fun to toy with him.

Joe locked his phone and placed it face down on the wooden bench and tuned back into the conversation between Justin and Ja'marr. They were talking about the upcoming game against Ole Miss, a big one on the season calendar and a challenge to their undefeated streak. Wind brushed through their hair as orange leaves began to prance across the grey concrete as a symbol of November's quiet arrival and the quickness of time flying by. He heard the clicking and clacking of some heeled shoes and he braced for who it could be. Three college football players sitting at a bench, one woman approaching--it could be a shit show for any of them. Ex lover? One night hook up? No. Thank God.

Cassie slid into the seat beside Ja'marr with a bright grin.

'Hey guys' Her voice was high pitched, full of bubbly energy which the boys failed to match after an intense morning practise. A grumbled mesh of greetings tumbled from their mouths but Cassie didn't let it discourage her.

'How's everyones day going?' Her brights eyes flickered between the three players that slouched on the bench.

'Good, Cass' Ja'marr smiled.

'You never speak to us alone, what do you want?' Justin cuts in straight after, reading his friend like an open book. Cassie's face falters at his bold words but once again she doesn't let it faze her. She was here for a reason and she had spent the past few days building up the confidence to ask them.

'Okay--Okay' She picked at her baby pink acrylic nails, nerves clearly danced, itching at her gentle skin.

'It's Daisy's birthday in two weeks and we're going to Miami--just for a weekend--and I was wondering, if--if maybe you guys wanted to come?' Her words are shy, like halfway through she realised it may not have been the smartest idea. But once the words were out it was too late, and she enjoyed spending time with Justin and Ja'marr, plus Daisy was now exclusive with Joe and she needed to get birthday sex somehow.

'It's her birthday' Joe let's his shocked words slip from his lips. She had never mentioned. That seemed like something she would have mentioned if she wanted him to be there.

'I'm in' Justin says.

'Yeah, fuck it, I'll go to Miami' Ja'marr also agreed.

Cassie beamed a smile, showing off her perfect white teeth. Then waited for Joe to say something, but he was still processing the fact that Daisy hadn't told him about her birthday.

'It's a surprise. She doesn't know. She doesn't like celebrating her birthday really' She tried to reassure him, tried to manipulate him into saying yes.

'Yeah, I guess if i'm free' Joe says cooly. Cassie excitedly claps her hands together at the fact her idea was coming together.

'Can you tell her to come over tonight' Joe cut her celebrations short. His words not a request but a command, his voice stern like Cassie didn't have the option to say no. Daisy hadn't been to Joe's in the past two nights, and his bed was beginning to feel the sweet pain of withdrawal symptoms. She was too busy studying and writing politics essays too come over for even a quickie, even when Joe was borderline begging over the phone last night.

'Ermmm--ha, she can't tonight' Cassie sounded almost scared and that made Joe nervous. The blonde lifted up her hand and scratched the back of her neck as a feeling of awkwardness hung thickly over the picnic table.

'Why?' Joe's voice was low and rough.

Cassie knew she shouldn't break, she knew she was under strict instructions to not let any of the three boys at the table know but under the intense heat of their pointed stares she founder her self crumbling like a poorly baked chocolate chip cookie.

'I ca-can't' She choked out, her throat all of a sudden drying up.

'What is it, Cass?' Ja'marr joined in, his own voice low and intimidating but a playful look on his sculpted face.

'Bella set her up on a blind date. She's meeting him tonight'

Her voice was small. Her lips pushing out a secret she shouldn't have spilled. Once again, she couldn't bring them back into her mind and they had to sit lingering like a storm cloud in the space around Joe's head.

'Whose him?' His words almost come out like a growl, but it's clear he has made some effort to refrain himself. His blonde brows furrow across his strong brow bone. His blue eyes dark and icy. It makes a chill crawl up Cassie's back and her cheeks flush red. She never liked feeling in trouble, and that's how she felt right now. She shrunk back in the bench, her shoulder folding in as she made herself look as small as she felt under the quarterbacks spat question.

'Just a guy Bella knows--I'm really not sure Joe. It's a blind date'

Joe stretched out his neck with a clenched jaw. This wasn't explicitly against the rules, as long as there was no physical intimacy Daisy wouldn't be doing anything wrong. Did he trust that she wouldn't? He wasn't sure. He hadn't had to put his trust in a girl for a very long time, so long he forgot how intense the feeling was. Trust was a fickle thing in the hands of the wrong person.

'She doesn't want to go, if-, if that makes it sting less' Cassie said with a tight lipped smile, a look of sympathy on her face.

'It doesn't sting' His words come out too quick, too sharp. Completely unbelievable to those around him, but Joe believed them. He believed the subtle numbness that clawed at his beating heart was because of his desire to always be number one, his hatred for feeling second best. He still thought he was in control, but slowly he was beginning to realise that when it came to Daisy Moore control didn't exist.

She doesn't want to go. Joe repeated it over and over in his head but if that was the truth why was she going. He didn't believe it. Daisy was too strong of a woman to go somewhere she didn't truly want too. five days. five days since the agreement between them changed and she was going on a date. Was five days all it took for her too realise she made a mistake with him?

Joe got up from the table, not saying another word. Leaving his friends behind as he made hast for the bed sheets that still smelt of her. Sweet peonies and jasmine. Always the same perfume and it lingered in room like gentle pecks of his plump lips.

Tonight, she would wear that scent for another man.

and Joe couldn't do anything to stop her. Or could he?

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Daisy wasn't the type to do blind dates. She had avoided them at all costs, but Bella had given her no choice--springing the date on her on the same day it was happening. The boy, Matthew, had already planned the whole thing and had been telling her how excited he was to go on the date. Daisy couldn't stand him up, she thought about it, but every time the image of a lonely boy sat eating alone in an overpriced restaurant would cloud her mind. A pang of sadness would rattle through her ribs and she knew she couldn't do it.

So here she sat across from a nice boy with sweeping brunette curls and kind hazel eyes, eating her main course in a restaurant just outside of Baton Rouge that tried to hard to look like it wasn't trying at all. The lighting around them was dim in a deliberately warming way -- cream candles with an amber flame flickered in the centre, filling the space between them. The walls were a deep red colour filled with black and white framed portraits of people who had visited, or perhaps they were just stock images taken from the internet. Daisy didn't pay enough attention to them to know the definite answer. The bar behind them was stretched long and brass-trimmed, almost industrial looking. A low humble jazz beat played out quietly around them and the other filled tables.

The blind date was going quite pleasantly. Daisy even found herself laughing a couple of times. Matthew's company wasn't something she hated and as much as it pained her to admit, Bella had picked someone who matched her pretty well. She could see them being friends. Nothing more. She was already in a complicated enough situation with Joe and she didn't need to bring a guy like Matthew into something like that. Matthew knew it too, the date was going well but they lacked the initial spark all future lovers have. But, they could still have a good time.

Daisy listened to Matthew's stories as she tapped her fingers against the drink in her hand when she felt a buzz vibrate on the table. Her phone. Not Matthew's. She let out a hushed sorry before quickly glancing at it.

Joe

how's that date going

Daisy rolled her eyes, she knew he knew because Cassie came back to the dorm in a frantic state and acting as if she had just committed the greatest betrayal in the history of the universe. Daisy was expecting these messages, she just assumed they would start halfway through the first course rather than the second. He outlasted her expectations.

She gave a quick reply before putting her phone face down on the table.

Daisy

it's fine

It was five minutes later when her phone buzzed again and this time she was thankful Matthew had just gotten up to go to the bathroom so she could respond without feeling guilty.

Joe

that bad?

Daisy

it isn't bad, he's sweet.

Joe

if you wanted sweet you wouldn't be fucking me.

speaking of,

you coming straight over to me after it's over?

Daisy scoffed. Joe's arrogance was hiding his insecurity and she knew that, but she was in no mood to argue. She also wanted to be back in his bed sheets. It had been a few days now and her body missed him. It missed the way he made her body feel. All that pleasure. She breathed away the heat that pricked over skin, she shouldn't be thinking about Joe and the thing he could do while waiting for another man to come back to the table.

Daisy

yes joey.

Joe

then end it. quickly.

Daisy couldn't reply as Matthew entered her peripheral vision. A cheery grin on his almost golden skin. She hated that he was so nice. It was going to make what she had to do next so much more painful. Once he sat, she got right to it. then end it quickly, Joe's message was all she could think about.

'I'm so sorry, I'm feeling quite faint. I think it's something I ate' She began, then gave the acting performance of her life. Within ten minutes she was out the restaurant and in an uber to Joe's place. She didn't tell him that, she didn't send Joe a text that she was on her way over. Did she want to surprise him? No. Did she want to see the light in his eyes as he locked his eyes on her, the way his cheeks bunched up and the corners of his eyes crinkled? No, of course not. Did she want the feel the rush of warmth that pooled in her stomach and rushed over every muscle in her body? Maybe she did.

She rushed out the Uber, slamming the door and borderline running to the heavy set doors of the fraternity. It was Wednesday night and that meant there was a chance all the fraternity brothers would be lingering around, they would see her as she dashed up the stairs and too his room. She didn't care. She didn't even think about that.

She pushed her way through, ignoring everyone she past. She was being quick, just like he had instructed.

She didn't bother to knock.

She spent so much time there, the room almost felt like her own these days.

She walked in, casually. Not wanting him to know how much effort she had put into getting here. The light panting of her ragged breath let him know though. And he loved that.

Joe was laying on his bed shirtless, his blonde hair messy and a muscular arm behind his bed as he scrolled on his phone, but he dropped it when the door of his bedroom opened and closed.

and there she was.

His Daisy.

He couldn't help but like the way that sounded in his head, even though he knew he shouldn't.

His eyes watched her. Her cheeks were tinted pink from the cold night, or maybe the wine she had drank. He could tell it was red because her lips were stained like cherries. Her long hair was wavy and windswept, small strands lay around her face messily like they always did when she stopped caring about what it looked like. Her heels were held in her hand beside her. Her dress was short but not too tight, a simple sleek navy colour and made of a silk material. Silver jewellery decorated her bare arms and a strange pang his Joe's chest. She had made an effort for the guy. He could see that. Daisy always makes an effort. Joe's own voice of reason reassured him.

'You wore that for another guy' Joe can't help but make a childish jab, but it makes Daisy smile. It makes her feel comfortable. She placed her shoes down in the corner of the room, next to his training back like she usually did. Joe didn't even realise he started leaving a space there for her. Then she crawled into his bed, taking her place under the arm he had behind his head. Her bare shoulders touching his bare chest. The connection is stinging them both, but neither of them realise it.

Joe looked over her face. Her eyeliner was smudged ever so slightly at the corners, her lip liner was worn off and there were crease lines under her eyes. The guy had made her laugh--many times. Joe could tell. He knew the worn lip liner was from the food and not the guys lips. It was unspoken, and he didn't have to ask. Trust. Not such a fickle thing this evening. He relaxed and let his arm drop around her shoulders, not too tightly, just lazily. His thumb lightly brushed her skin in little circles. She moved closer.

Then she told him all about it, and Joe didn't even mind. In fact, he quite enjoyed hearing about her night and how she had actually had a pretty good time. The guy, Matthew, had treated her well but there was nothing more. Joe felt relieved at that.

Then as the night went on, she stripped down and so did he. Gentle, lazy and tired sex consumed them before them found themselves asleep next to each other like usual.

Daisy didn't leave Joe's place much for the next nine days, only ever to go to class or grab some clothes from her dorm. She liked it there, and Joe liked having her around. They weren't friends, but they were something.

She still never mentioned her birthday to him. and that, for some unexplainable reason, made him feel like shit.

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Ole Miss.

It was a big game.

and since finding out that Justin was leaving college after this year, Daisy realised she needed to start watching him play. So here she was, alongside Cassie and Bella in the packed stands of Death Valley. A white jersey with Jefferson across the back sat across her torso. Joe might flip. At least Bella had said he would. Cassie said he might. Daisy wasn't really even thinking about it. Justin is Joe's friend, surely his jealousy wasn't so shallow.

But when he spotted her in the crowd, sitting where she had told him she was going to sit and he saw that the number on the jersey was not his, all he could do was shake his head. His featured freezing over with a coldness she wasn't used to seeing from him. She almost ripped the cloth from her skin and threw it in the bin. Guilt clawing at her throat. If they lose tonight it's my fault, she told herself over and over. She didn't pray often, but she did in that moment. Her hand clasped together in front of her.

'Please God, let him win' She whispered so that Bella and Cassie couldn't hear her. Not that they would be able to over the noise of the student crowd.

The air was electric, thick with a humid southern heat and the kind of noise that made your bones hum deep beneath your flesh. Purple and white lights lit up the stadium, pockets of red clashing against them as the Ole Miss supporters filled in some seats. Daisy liked it, inside stadiums. She had many years of practice.

When the game began, her eyes could only focus on Joe. She tried to keep glancing at Justin but it was like they were magnetised on number nine. He looked unreal from where she stood, not just talented--but almost mythical. The white of his jersey clung to him in sharp creases and sweat. His long fingers flexed around the laces of the ball like it was part of him, a simple extension of his arm. A biological piece of his body. Every moment was like he was firing a dart at a board and hitting bullseye every time. Such poise even under the pressure.

She couldn't help herself. Somewhere in the middle of the noise around them, she joined in on the constant screaming of his name with the strangers who didn't know him the way she did. This all felt familiar, she had done this with Lucas but them thoughts didn't control her mind the way she thought they would have. He was merely a passing thought like came and went within seconds. Then Joe would replace them. Was that good or bad? She couldn't tell, but she didn't let herself dwell on it.

He scored his own touchdown at one point. He didn't look for her though. Of course he didn't. He was so beyond pissed, but at least they weren't losing. At least that wouldn't be her fault.

After halftime, something happened.

The play only took seconds, but to Daisy, it was like watching a car crash in slow motion. Joe was going down, but the Ole Miss linebacker didn't care. A cheap shot. A wrecking ball with a grudge, helmet low, and his padded shoulders square with a raging tension.

The hit was bone deep, the noise of it seemed to silence the stadium or maybe that was just in Daisy's head. People around her gasped, and outrage began to pour in from the LSU fans. Joe met the hard ground with a terrifying force, his body bouncing almost limply. His helmet bouncing against the floor.

Was he moving?

Daisy's blood ran cold. She clutched at her chest with an open jaw. Shock overtook every fibre of her being. She stood on her tiptoes trying to get the best view of what was happening. They weren't showing him on the screen. That was a bad sign.

Tiptoes wasn't enough.

She pushed through the crowd and made her way the front of the stands. Her usually delicate fingers gripped onto the cold white railing with a terror filled force. She could see him, he was writhing around on the floor in pain, but at least he was moving. Medics rushed over to him. Ole Miss and LSU players clashed against each other, she saw Ja'marr getting in one of the red jersey's faces but she couldn't pay that much attention. She, in this moment, only cared about Joe.

She watched as a medic helped him sit up. His movements more careful and slow than she was used to seeing, like every inch of his body hurt. Like air was stripped away from his lungs and his ribs filled with a excruciating pain as he tried to pull himself together. She watched his slow breaths in and out. She wished she could gift him more oxygen.

Joe pulled his helmet off. His red flushed face and messy hair exposed for the crowd to see. No blood. That was a good sign. Daisy let out the faintest breath, like it was too soon for her to fully relax. Joe looked around, taking sips of water as he gained some of the strength that had been knocked out of him back.

and then--somehow--he found her.

Daisy didn't know if he was trying too. She wasn't in the original spot he knew she was sitting at, and yet somehow, even a hundred yards away, he still found her. The stands around her were a blur of purple and gold, thousands of people clapping and chanting his name. When they met each others eyes, it felt like that all faded away.

Joe saw her there, gripping onto the railing like it was her only lifeline. The concern on her face rattled him more than the tackle had. It was enough to make him forgive her for the stupid fucking jersey she was wearing. stupid. fucking. jersey. He shook away that jealousy, and instead he clenched his jaw but softened his gaze. He gave Daisy a nod, the reassurance she needed that he was okay.

a silent don't worry about me across a green football field.

Daisy let her breathes free, and the grip on the railing loosen. She watched from that spot for a few more minutes, then she went back to her seat. Joe went back to the huddle like nothing had happened.

But something had.

Something between them.

After they won the game, Daisy had still been expecting Joe to ice her out so it was surprising when he swaggered over to where she had been standing by the railing during the match. It surprised her even more when he waved her to come down and speak to him.

'You scared me' She told him. She had to get it off her chest. Joe held his hands hooked on the front of his padding making his biceps look oh so deliciously big. His hair was a mess but Daisy liked that, it made him look manly. He cocked his head back with an air of arrogance and looked into her big green eyes, ones which seemed to glow even brighter under the stadium lights. His skin was glowy and sticky with sweat and effort.

'Payback for that stupid fuckin' jersey' He chirped, the corner of his mouth curling into a smirk. For the first time, it really seemed like Joe didn't care who was watching. Media was here, fans were listening in but he wasn't paying them any attention. All his focus was on Daisy.

'Justin's just a friend you know' Daisy's response wasn't joking, it was serious. Like she needed to make sure Joe understood that, to put an end to this weird tension that seemed to be brewing between the teammates.

'I know, doesn't mean I like it though' Joe shrugged with an unapologetic truth slipping through his cracked lips. Daisy could only nod, stumped as to how she could reply to his honesty. Joe didn't give her the chance too.

'You coming back with me, I need someone to ice my ribs' That smug smirk drew back across his face. Daisy laughed, like an actual laugh before nodding her head with her bottom lip pulled between her teeth. A subtle blush rising onto her cheeks.

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The bathroom light buzzed overhead, casting a dull yellow glow that made everything around them seem so warm and comforting--even the chipped tile and toothbrush stains on the mirror. Joe's boxers and dirty clothes laid out on the floor from when he hasn't put them in the laundry basket.

Joe stood shirtless in front of the skin, his sweatpants dangerously low on his hips and his arms stretched up as he assessed the damage of the forming bruises that scattered all across his back and torso. It was the hardest hit he had ever taken. Some light swelling surrounded his ribs, the medic said he needed rest but he should be okay for the next game in two weeks.

Daisy quietly came in the door behind him, carrying a ziploc bag filled with ice and a weary look on her face as she took in his bruising. Joe met her weary eyes in the stained mirror. She was in his LSU hoodie that was three sized too big, her face bare and her hair pulled back from her face in a low bun. She was unfairly beautiful, and very tired.

'I can do it' Joe told her.

She shook him off. 'I want too.'

She took a step closer, moving to be in front of him. The air between them was so quiet. She gently grazed her fingers over the bruising, Joe jolted -- not in pain, just at the feeling of her caress. When she carefully pushed the ice pack to his skin, he winced.

'Stay still.' She told him.

This was the most intimate thing they had done. Joe knew it. Daisy knew it. The air around them knew it too. Both of their hearts pounding in their chests as they did something so close. Both their guards fully lowered to the ground, they never did that. They never let each other in this much.

Joe looked down to her -- at the way she was chewing on her plump baby pink lips in a deep concentration, like she was scared she was going to break him. Her hands were steady, but he could feel just how tense she was. She was trying to tell herself this didn't mean anything, but they both knew it did.

'I'll be okay' Joe's words come out quieter than he wants, so soft and endearing unintentionally.

'I didn't like watching that happen to you.' Her own words came out in a stark rawness.

He reached out and brushed a stray hair behind her ear before he could realised the intimacy of the action, Daisy froze moving the ice pack back from his torso in shock. Joe committed to his action, letting his hand cup the soft cheeks of her face.

'I imagine you felt the way I felt when I got that call from you in the bathroom stall'

'I don't know, you'd have to tell me how that made you feel Joe' Her response startled him, she was asking him to tell her how he felt. What are we? but in a different font and that scared him. He dropped his hand from her cheek and looked away back into the mirror. Daisy placed the ice back on his bare skin. She knew he wouldn't answer her. She wouldn't have answered him either.

Some things were best left lingering in blissful ignorance.

[soursturniolo]

Send Me Your Location

Pairing - Matt Sturniolo/Reader

Summary: A girls night out goes south, and your boyfriend comes to your rescue.

Tags: angst while reader is alone, a creepy man being creepy (this doesn’t last long), Matt being a good bf, Nick and Chris being good bros, fluffy fluff at the end

TW: unwanted touching - (creepy man touches readers waist), unwanted attention

Word Count: written on my phone so I’m not sure

You found yourself outside, shivering from the cool breeze in downtown LA. You had been invited to club with by some friends, and decided to go pretty last minute. Matt hadn’t been able to come due to needing to film with his brothers.

So now, here you were, standing outside the club staring down at your phone, finger hovering over the call button near Matt’s contact. Matt always told you to call if you ever needed anything. You were still worried you’d upset him, knowing if you called now the boys were probably in the middle of a video. But it was dark and uncharacteristically chilly for LA tonight, and you were now alone after your friends insisted on moving to a club that you knew had a bad reputation and didn’t feel comfortable going to. Every Uber and Lyft had at least a two hour wait, and you were getting more scared and uncomfortable by the minute.

Sighing to yourself, hoping it wouldn’t upset Matt or his brothers too much, you decided to give your boyfriend a call.

It rang twice before he answered, and you smiled as you heard him yell at his brothers to shut up before he said anything to you.

“Hey, baby. How’s girls night going?” He asked, voice quiet but sounding happy.

You grimaced at the question before answering.

“Hi Matt, not so well. The girls wanted to go to another club but I didn’t feel comfortable going and now I’m kinda stranded,” you told him, voice soft and a bit shaky. It was scary being in this part of LA by yourself at night.

“They just left you?” Matt asked, sounding shocked as you heard the sound of his key turning in the ignition of his car and it come on.

“Yeah, I tried to get an Uber but they’re all over a two hour wait, so I was wondering if maybe you’d have time to-“ before you can even finish asking Matt is answering.

“Text me your location, baby, we’re on the way now,” he tells you as you also hear him talking to his now, very confused brothers.

“What is going on? Is she okay?” You hear Nick ask, sounding so worried. Chris speaks up and offers to take the phone so Matt can focus more on driving. You hear some rustling as you move to send your location to him, so you assume Matt took him up on the offer.

“I just shared my location with you,” you tell him.

“Chris, map us there,” Matt says.

“Already doing it. We are 15 minutes away,” Chris tells you both.

“We’re coming, babe. Just try to stay in a well lit area and stay on the phone with us,” Matt tells you, voice soft but serious.

“Okay, I’m sorry for interrupting you guys, I know you were probably trying to film,” you apologize, feeling bad for stopping them. Instantly your met with multiple assurances that there’s no need to be sorry.

“Don’t be sorry, it’s completely okay,” Chris tells you.

“Your safety matters more than us concluding a silly video,” Nick adds in.

“Baby, never apologize for calling me when you need me. There’s nothing to be sorry for in this situation,” Matt speaks up at the end, sweet and kind.

You stay on the phone talking to Matt and his brothers, their voices keeping you calm as they tell you about their day and ask about yours. Suddenly you feel a hand on your waist, making you jump and gasp.

“Baby?” Matt asks, voice worried through the phone as his brothers also call out to you.

“Hey sweet thing,” the creepy guy leers at you, eyeing you up and down in a way that makes your skin crawl. You take a couple steps back, making the creeps hand fall off you and your hand grips your phone a little tighter.

“Don’t touch me,” you tell the man. The boys all call to you again urgently, sounding more worried after hearing what you just said. You also hear Matt’s car accelerate in the background, meaning he was driving to you faster. Faster meant sooner, and sooner was good as you now felt paralyzed in fear as the man kept looking at you.

The man steps closer as you step back, continuing to follow you until your back is pressed against the cool brick of the club building. You’re shaking in fear as this man continues to approach you.

Suddenly, Matt’s black SUV rolls up quickly, jerking to a stop on the street. After throwing the car in park, you see Matt jump out of the drivers side, jogging over to you, making you sigh in relief.

“Matt!” You call out to him, so happy to see him. The creep turns around to face your boyfriend. Matt’s jaw is clenched in anger as he assesses the situation, his fears confirmed as he sees the situation he was coming up on.

“She’s not interested, fuck off,” Matt tells him gruffly, reaching out to grasp your hand and pull you away from the man who had been bothering you. You allowed yourself to be pulled away from your position against the wall. Matt moved you to stand behind him, shielding you from the man and his creepy gaze.

“You wanna go?” The creep asks angrily, trying to step up to your boyfriend but stumbling a bit.

You all hear two windows roll down from Matt’s car. Unbeknownst to you, they had already been cracked so Matt’s brothers could watch and hear what was going on.

“I don’t think you’d want to do that man. You mess with him, you mess with us too,” Nick calls out from the backseat. Chris just nods and raises an eyebrow at the man. Matt just smirks at the dumbfounded look on the creeps face.

The creep grumbles and stumbles away, shaking his head. You wrap your arms around Matt, hugging yourself to him tightly. His arms wrap around you as he releases a sigh, and you feel him press his lips to your head.

“Did he hurt you?” Matt asks you, concerned.

You shake your head, “No, just scared me mostly. He put his hand on my waist but I backed away so he’d stop,” you tell him in a whisper.

“I’m so sorry baby,” he tells you, kissing your head again. He held you for a moment before he began to gently lead you over to his car. While you both had been hugging, Chris had moved to the backseat with Nick so you could sit up front with your boyfriend.

Matt opens the passenger door for you and you get in. Before you can reach for it, he’s grabbing the seatbelt for you and buckling it for you, making you smile. He gently shuts your door and jogs around the car to his side, getting in and buckling up. As he adjusts and moves to put the car in drive, you turn to meet the gaze of his two brothers who look equally relieved to see you but still concerned.

“I’m okay, guys,” you assure them with a small smile.

They nod and return the smile.

As Matt pulls away from the club, one hand remains on the wheel as his other comes over to hold your hand. While your boyfriend isn’t always one for public displays of affection, he never was shy about holding your hand, and tonight you welcomed the comfort his hand in yours brought.

“Can you stay over at our place tonight? I’d feel better,” Matt asks you softly. You smile and nod, glad that he asked.

The ride home was quick and quiet, Matt’s brothers were on their phone. Chris played some songs that he knew you liked at a low volume. Once arriving to their place, you gave Nick and Chris a big hug before letting Matt lead you to his room.

“Come here, I just wanna hold you for a minute,” he whispers to you after he shuts his bedroom door. His room is cozy, dimly lit by the lights on his bedside tables. It’s warm and safe. Just like Matt. He pulls you into his arms, gently rocking you back and forth with your head resting near his collarbone.

“Thank you for getting me,” you whisper to him, before leaving a soft kiss on his jaw.

“You don’t have to thank me, baby. you can call me, day or night, no matter what I’m doing. I’ll drop it for you if you need me,” he tells you as he brushes a piece of your hair behind your ear.

You lean up and give him a gentle peck on the lips, and he kisses back just as softly. After you both reluctantly part, Matt walks over to his dresser. He grabs out a pair of sweats and a T-shirt for you to wear to bed. You thank him with a smile and you get changed while he also changes into a pair of flannel pj pants, opting out of wearing a shirt.

You sit down on his bed and watch as he takes off his chain and the couple rings he had worn that day. He surprises you when he turns around and walks over with a package in his hand.

Makeup removing wipes, the specific brand and scent you buy too. He’s always surprising you with his thoughtfulness.

“Here, let me get your makeup off baby,” he says as he comes to sit next to you. You smile as he begins to wipe your makeup off. He’s so gentle and thorough, his eyebrows creasing a little in the middle with focus. In a few moments he’s done, throwing away the used wipes in a nearby trash can and tossing the pack to land over on his desk.

You both pull the covers back and climb into his bed, you move to lay on your side as Matt rests behind you on his side as well. His arms snake their way around your waist, hand going under your shirt to rest on your bare tummy as he soothingly rubs the skin there. Your legs tangle together under the sheets and you feel a kiss pressed against the side of your head.

“Love you, baby,” Matt whispers to you, voice getting deeper as he gets sleepy.

“Love you too, Matty,” you whisper back, drifting off to sleep in the safety and comfort of his arms.

[hevexns-realm]

Yearning

Black sapphire cookie x fem! (Angel!) reader

(Fair warning: These dividers are not made by me! They belong to @anitalenia and @bunnysrph respectively! Go check em’ out! >v< this is also going to be a pretty long one-shot, so bare with me here!)

(This takes place after chapter 8.) After the events of chapter 8, black sapphire cookie can’t seem to get his mind off you, even while at work. So he decides to pay you a small visit.

Edit: I can’t believe that it took almost 4-6 months to write this. (I started not long after that his banner came out.) so I really hope the fem black sapphire fans enjoy this!!

Backstage of his studio, black sapphire cookie is preparing for his next show. Checking the script, prepping his skin with a face mask, and sipping on some berry juice. He goes over a few words in his head as he looks at the clock. 9:30pm the clock says. Black sapphire cookie sighs and leans back in his chair, a hand tuffles in his hair as he tries to get his preparations ready.

Even with his show’s ratings being higher than ever thanks to some recent scandals, shadow milk’s defeat at the hand of pure vanilla and his friends has gotten him distracted. It wasn’t the fights themselves, it wasn’t even how pure vanilla cookie was able to trick his master. Nope, it was you.

The little angel who dared to fall into the yogurt river herself, even without knowing how to swim. The way you constantly apologized for tripping into the river and nearly ruining it for him and the others. The way you were so kind and supportive to all three of them, and how carefully you tended to candy apple’s ruined syrups, full of love and care. Your voice and actions seem to echo in his brain, he could still feel the warmth of your hands on his cold and dead hands, and he could still remember the look of guilt and remorse on your soft and delicate face as he left to where he is now. Oh how that look made his heart sink.

He shakes his head as he puts down the script for tomorrow’s show and begins to take his face mask off and put on some moisturiser. Yet it doesn’t seem to take his mind off you. He remembers how you asked how his dough always looked so shiny, smooth, and soft. He told you his routine to pass the time for the next game to start, and the way your wings flapped up and down as he spoke. It’s probably one of the cutest things he’s seen all century.

He looks to the mirror, his face flushed. He sighs softly as he begins to realise just how flustered he is over you. It’s embarrassing honestly, he’s the one of the most popular show hosts, and can get just about anyone he wants, but yet he falls for you of all cookies. Anyone he can ever want, and he falls for an angel. One so susceptible to corruption, yet the one who showed him what genuine kindness and love felt like.

He groans softly as his head sinks in his hands, his hair fluffing everywhere. At this moment he wants nothing more than to have you in his arms again, to keep you safe from the corruptive place that is this world. Yet he can’t. He can’t risk shadow milk finding out that he still harbors feelings for you. He’ll tease him for centuries. And don’t get me started on candy apple, she’ll go batshit crazy fangirl mode if she finds out.

He looks up to the window beside his vanity, the moonlight shining through the window panes so elegantly, so lovingly. His mind begins to wander. He wonders if he went to see you right now, are you safe? would you even be awake tonight? If so, what would you be doing? what would you be wearing? Do you have windows in your home? How would the moonlight reflect off your precious face? The questions fill his head before he sighs and grabs his suit and his mic. He needed to clear his head..

Meanwhile, you’re carefully brushing your hair in front of your vanity, your silky nightgown reaching to your ankles, and the moonlight shining through your balcony doors. Soft curtains flowing in the breeze as you hum a song under your breath. You set your brush down and carefully grab your nail polishes to redo your nails. They got rather chipped during your time in beast yeast, and it’s time to choose a new color.

You carefully set out each color. You have your usual baby pink, black and red, baby blue, and a soft amethyst-white shimmer polish. You carefully hold it up to the moonlight, its amethyst shine sparkling in the moon. You sigh softly as you recall your time in the tower, how you finally felt connection with those around you, when everything didn’t seem to make sense, made perfect sense in what appeared to be a broken mind in your vision. Behind lies, you saw fear, when you hear gossip, you saw loneliness and jealousy, and illusions are just hiding insecurities from the world that would never accept them, no matter how hard they tried. All that you see, and those you connect to, gone through the darkness.

You think back to your conversations with black sapphire cookie. His voice was always so suave and sweet, but yet you couldn’t help but hear something else in it. Was it anxiety? Exhaustion? Or something else entirely? Regardless, his words and actions were always maticulated to perfection. How he saved you from the yogurt river when you tripped, how he got you dressed up in a gorgeous purple dress, and how well he treated you in comparison to all those who courted you before..

And how heartbroken he appeared when he saw you trying to reach for him in your injured state before he disappeared.

You shake your head to snap yourself out of it. Black sapphire is gone now, and you remain in your room, tears trying to poke from your eyes.

“No no! Don’t think about him (name) cookie. He probably all did it for show, he probably doesn’t even remember you anyways..”

You sigh as you pick up the soft nail polish bottle and begin to grab the rest of your nail materials and begin to redo your nails. Even if he doesn’t remember you, at least you know that you look good in purple!

Black sapphire is walking around the shopping district to try and clear his head, his eyes always glancing up to the gorgeous moon above him. He stops in his tracks and sighs softly as his mic begins to look at him with a worried expression. Never before has it seen its master so well… lonely. Yearning even. It looks around for a moment before noticing a flower shop, and it taps its master’s shoulder.

“Hm? What is it my dear microphone, did you hear of something interesting?”

It looks and points over to the flower shop. In the window there are these gorgeous white roses in the front window, perfectly primmed and prestiged in all their beauty. White roses have a meaning of pure and innocent love, love that you gave to him and candy apple cookie at the spire, despite being on opposite sides.

Black sapphire walks up to the window and stares at the white roses for a few moments, remembering how much you loved the white roses in the spire’s garden. They were his pride and joy, and you adored them just as much as he did. He thinks back to the rose he gave you from his garden the night before the battle between the heroes and his master. Do you still have it? What condition is it in? Does it give you good memories of your time together, or does it give you PTSD every time you look at it?

He sighs and looks to his mic and smirks softly.

“Let me guess, you want me to buy the flowers and go find her?”

It nods quickly as he chuckles and puts his mic on his back as he walks into the flower shop.

Meanwhile, you finish the final coat of the pretty amethyst-white shimmer polish and put it under the UV lighting for the final time. Once the machine beeps, you carefully take your hands out of the small machine and gaze at your nails with a soft smile. Never in a million years would you think purple would look good on you like this, but you’re thankful to be proven wrong. The amethyst shimmer in the soft white base seemed to give this almost gemstone glow to them, especially in the angle of the moonlight currently. You let out a soft sigh with a gentle smile on your face as your wings flutter softly behind you, your halo bouncing over your head. You carefully stand from your vanity and admire yourself in the delicate mirror, your nightgown shining softly in the pale moonlight, your hair falling carefully over your delicate face, your halo giving the right amount of light to show your eyes and face. After a few moments, you decide to enjoy a few minutes outside on your balcony before you head to bed and rest your head.

You carefully walk over to your mini fridge to grab a club soda and your favorite flavored syrup as you make a simple drink to enjoy while you enjoy the moonlight on your balcony loveseat. Once done, you set down your drink on the table next to the loveseat as you lean on the armrest of the loveseat as you look out to the kingdom below you. You were given a nice three story manor to enjoy as a reward for helping save crispia from dark enchantress cookie, but yet it didn’t feel like a home. Not to you at least. No matter how homey you made it feel for you, it just felt so empty without anyone here except you. You wish you could home cookies and sugar gnomes in your home, but most either politely decline or have homes of their own. You sigh as you look to the moon. You weren’t alone, you just feel a constant loneliness in your heart. You wish for true connections, for gentle hugs and dancing in the main hall with your loved ones, you wish for companionship, for friendship, for family, for love.

Yet the one time you felt so close to reaching it, it was ripped away from you. Leaving your heart empty once again. You remember the feeling of sewing the frilly edge of candy apple’s dress as she asked how you learned sewing, how it felt as if you were your mother mending your own ripped clothes, asking her how she was able to do it. If only you were given more time with them, maybe you could’ve taught her how to sew too? Maybe you could’ve given some sort of womanly knowledge and lessons to candy apple cookie when black sapphire didn’t have an answer? Maybe you could’ve had more of a connection with those two, if only you were given more time.

Tears creep into the corners of your eyes once more. Is this some sort of maternal instinct? The grief of having some sort of daughter figure in your life to teach and care for, only to have it taken away? Your mind trails back to black sapphire before he entered the portal again, that look of guilt and heartbreak in his eyes as he stares at you before jumping into the portal. When he found you injured after the fight with his master, how you tried to reach out to him and call out to him. You hide your face in your arms as your thoughts begin to spiral slightly. That is until you heard a swooping noise come from above you.

Your head shoots up to the moon above you, a shadow barely visible in the corner of your eyes. You swallow the breath you were holding in your throat and carefully take a deep breath. Maybe it’s vampire cookie sneaking off to his juice storage for more to drink. Or maybe it’s latte cookie flying back to parfaitdea for her lessons tomorrow. That is until you hear footsteps of heeled boots on the floor of your balcony. A soft voice calls to you, in the same suavely sweet tone you remember oh too well…

“(Name) cookie…?”

You gasp softly as you turn around to see black sapphire cookie behind you, his eyes widening slightly as he sees you for the first time in months. You both stare at each other for a moment before you sit up on the loveseat and he smiles softly, his face covered with a soft blush.

“Don’t worry, I’m not your enemy. Not tonight at least.”

His voice is not its usual charismatic self. It’s more relaxed, gentle, even affectionate as stares at you for a moment, taking in your beauty once more before he looks to you.

“If anything, I came here to get something off my chest. May I sit with you, dear?”

You nod shyly to his request. You can feel your face heat up as he lies the bouquet of white roses next to him as he sits next to you on the loveseat, it’s soft and silky texture only adding to the moment as music begins to play from below.

He takes a deep breath, trying to find his words for a moment before beginning his sentence.

“You’ve been on my mind recently, more than a lot of things. Your voice rings in the back of my mind, your warmth remains on my hands, and when I saw you taking care of candy apple. Something seemed to spark in me, and it hasn’t left since we last met. You haunt my narrative daily, even in my dreams you appear.. do you have any idea how dearly I missed you…?”

You blush softly as he confesses how much he missed you. After he asks his question, you stay quiet for a moment before finally coming with an answer.

“I never thought you’d miss me. I thought you’d move on from that night, to have forgotten me..”

You blush softly as you look at him with a shyness in your tone as you explained your thoughts during that time. Your heart is ringing in your ears as you recall the times he stood in between you and his master, as if he were protecting you from him, knowing that you’d suffer if you were involved. The way he spoke to you the night before the final fight was so gentle and sweet. When he showed his garden of white roses and gifted one to you, the same white rose you keep on your vanity to remember the times you two had together. It felt as if something changed in your little friendship that night.

“Forget you? The little darling who tripped into the yogurt river? The sweet angel who haunts my narrative all the days? How could I ever forget you…?”

He chuckles as he floats up and looks down at you, his mic keeping him afloat as he stares you down with an endearing look in his eyes. Watching you play with your hands as your wings flutter softly, your halo creating a soft glow over your precious face. You’re just as shy and sweet as he remembers you, even after everything.

“You were always willing to help with little tasks around the spire, even as a guest. Your gentle presence was always so endearing to me, and it still is. Especially when you sewed up candy apple’s dress, she’s still wondering if you’ll be able to teach her one day…”

“Well, I wanted to show you how much I appreciated your kindness, and that’s really the only way I knew how. But I’m glad I made a positive impact onto you and candy apple cookie! She’s always welcome here any time to learn how to sew! I have a lot of spare time on my hands after beast yeast, so if you two wish to make an appointment for sometime this week I’m up for it!”

You smile sweetly before you see black sapphire float down from his microphone and walk towards you with a soft smile as he carefully grabs one of your hands and brings your knuckles to his lips.

“Gentle and sweet as I remember. You really know how to make my demonic heart melt, don’t you my dear?”

“Oh! Uhm..!”

You let out a small gasp before he kisses your knuckles gently. you look away blushing heavily, a small chuckle escape his lips as he watches you look away blushing so heavily. It’s just so cute watching you get so flustered over the simplest affections. He can only imagine how you’d be at your wedding, and that’s what gets his heart racing faster.

“I must say, it’s an absolute shame that nobody can see you for the beautiful angel that you are. Then again, if everyone saw your ethereal beauty, then I wouldn’t be able to see you. That would be the biggest shame of all.”

He states in a more dramatic sense as he uses his mic to catch himself and feign a fainting moment. He chuckles and you giggle sweetly before you look towards him shyly, your hand over your mouth as you look to him. You walk closer and hug him, being hit with the feeling of his cool skin against your warm embrace. This leads a gasp from black sapphire as he stares down at you in shock and a heavy blush burning on his face.

“That would be sad… because then I wouldn’t be able to see you or candy apple ever again.. I don’t want to lose you two.”

He smiles softly and hugs you back tightly with his free arm, that same protective hold from back in the spire. He chuckles softly as he sets his mic down and carefully guides your head up to look at him.

“Awh dear, you missed me so much, you just wanted to run into my arms the moment you saw me, didn’t you..?”

He leans in slightly with a teasing glint in his eyes as a smirk forms on his lips. You look away shyly with an embarrassed flush on your face as he teases you. You hug him tighter, your wings fluttering as you lie your head on your chest.

“Of course I did.. I missed you and candy apple cookie dearly, and I can’t help but think that our time together was cut short because of the final fight between your master and my friends… being with you it… it felt so wonderful, it felt as if I was whole once again.. yet, whenever you left… the pain it left was scarring, it felt as if half of my soul was ripped from my body and left with you… but, now that you’re here, it doesn’t have to be that way anymore… right?

He cups your cheek with his hand before he leans in closer. His breath hitting your lips as he stares into your eyes.

“No my angel, not at all..”

He leans in and leaves a lingering kiss on your cheek. The feeling of his lips on your cheek and the small smooch sound makes your face burn red as you let out a soft gasp. Leading him to chuckle softly before kissing your other cheek. This one more quick and sweet than the previous one. Then you let out a soft yawn as you begin to realize just how tired you were.

“I’ll talk to candy apple cookie about the possibility of sewing lessons. Until then…”

He carefully picks you up in a bridal style, grabbing his mic and the roses in his arm, feeling the silk of your nightgown against his hands. His face begins to burn a soft red as well before he sighs with a smile and carries you to your bed. Your arms wrap around his neck as you lean your head against his chest. You look up at him as he looks down to you. It feels tense, but also peaceful. A air of mutual trust and affection for the other. And black sapphire couldn’t ask for anything more precious than seeing you in his arms all tired and needy in his arms!

He carefully sets you down in the bed of soft and warm covers that are trimmed in lace. He moves a strand of hair or two from your tired face as you smile softly. He carefully kicks off his boots and sits next to your form on the bed, his smile unwavering as he watches you try and get up.

“Ah-ah, no need to sit up my dear. Let me join you…”

You nod as he He gets up from your side of the bed and sets his mic down before stepping over to your vanity to set the roses on the vanity next to the soft eternal white rose that he gave to you the night before the big fight. He then walks around the bed and climbs into the opposite side as you turn to him as he sets his mic down on the nightstand and lies down next to you, covering you and him in the soft and warm blankets. It’s strange for him, to be in the same bed as someone, and to have the same feelings that he’s had for flings. Yet he doesn’t feel the need to satisfy his lustful urge so quickly. This soft tension between you both is adamant, yet it’s not inherently lust. It feels more gentle, intimate even. It feels as if it’s a sense of yearning. He smiles softly as he cuddles closer to you, holding you carefully in his arms and rub your back as you lean your head on his chest.

“…thank you…”

“For what?”

“…for letting me trust you. I don’t usually let cookies into my life like this, let alone let them into my bed.. this is sort of my safe space, my safe haven from the rest of the world. And now you’re part of that safe haven too…”

You yawn as you wrap your arms around his waist as you cuddle closer to him. A small sigh escapes his lips as his wings seem to wrap around your form as you close your eyes.

“I find it ironic how you find me of all cookies to be trustworthy, I’m far from it. But if an angel like you thinks of me like this, then maybe I’m not as bad as I thought I was…”

Black sapphire continues to rub your back and hold you close as you yawn softly and slowly begin to fall asleep in his arms…

“Trust me, I wish that were true as well. Yet this world is so cruel, so violent, so…”

You whisper slowly as you feel his hand on your head as he rubs your hair back slightly as he leaves a gentle kiss on your head to shush you.

“My dear angel, you need your rest. Go on off to sleep, I’ll make sure you don’t get hurt..~”

You yawn once more before you start to sleep in his arms, a small chuckle escapes black sapphire as he sees you close your eyes.

“Sweet dreams, sweet angel~”

Your eyes slowly open the next morning. The room has the light scent of a shower being taken, there’s a sense of warmth next to you as you look up to see black sapphire cookie. He’s in a black robe that’s partially opened, sipping on some tea and reading the local gossip papers as he waits for his hair to dry and fluff up again. His gaze reaches yours before you look away with a burning blush on your face. You can hear him chuckling slightly before he sets his tea and magazine down before leaning over to hug you again.

“Good morning my wonderful angel~.. I assume you slept well?”

You nod softly as you feel his arms around you. The soft robes keeping you warm as he nuzzles his face into the back of your neck. You let out a soft squeak before he chuckles and holds you closer, his wings fluttering as he smiles sweetly.

“Y’know, I can get used to this. Don’t you agree?”

You turn to him with some surprise on your face. He actually wants to stay? With you? You stare in awe at him, you honestly thought that he’d only want one night, since Y’know, you’re not really supposed to be lustful, not that you want to be anyways. But yet he wants to stay, all cuddled up with you in bed like this. You turn fully to face him.

“You.. you actually want to stay with me?”

“Do you really think I’d leave my post and search for countless hours and miles for you with the perfect roses just for a singular intimate night over? At that rate, it’d just be straight up manipulative and cruel. That’s something a sweet woman like you doesn’t deserve.”

He leans over and kisses your forehead gently as you giggle softly. He smiles softly as he watches you squirm and giggle in his arms before you cling onto him.

You lean your head on his chest as he wraps his wings around you again. Enjoying the morning sun, before his cell phone rings.

“Hold on a moment, my dear.”

He sits up slowly, grabbing his phone and answering it. His free hand carefully glides over to your cheek as he rubs it tenderly as he speaks on his cell phone. Through it, you can hear candy apple wondering where he is. Then squealing her ass off when she finds out that he’s with you. He yanks his phone away from his ear when she squeals. It’s so loud that you can hear it from the speaker.

You giggle softly as you scoot closer to him as he carefully moves his hand from your cheek to your wings as he plays with them, your head on his lap.

“Yes, yes candy apple, I was speaking to her about sewing lessons. You still wish to learn, right?”

You listen in carefully as you hear them chatter and bicker, as some siblings do. Eventually he taps your shoulder and you look up at him with a tender smile, and you swear you could see his eyes soften and sparkle a little bit when he sees you. He smiles softly and leans down to kiss your forehead. He caresses your hair carefully as he stares at you for a moment, completely in awe of your smile. Although, candy apple snaps him out of it when she calls him out.

“How does 11:30AM on Sunday sound for the first lesson..?”

You nod softly with a heavy blush on your face before you nuzzle into him. He smirks and goes back to talking to candy apple cookie. Once he hangs up, he’s back to lying next to you and holding onto you.

“Mmpphh.. she can be so annoying sometimes…”

You giggle softly as you wrap your arms around him, letting him get close to your neck and nuzzling into the crook of it. The scent of your perfume hits him like a truck before he sinks closer and deeper into your neck.

“At least you have someone to come home to and chat with… it makes me happy to know that you won’t be lonely..!”

He smiles and leaves a gentle kiss to your neck, a soft and tender one, full of warmth and love, a lacking of lust. A soft noise leaves him as he leaves a black lipstick mark on your neck, a little mark to say that he’s finally yours. A moment that feels like absolute heaven to him.

“And you won’t be lonely either, not now, not ever beyond here. You will never be alone, and I will never leave your side again… and don’t worry about my master, I’ll talk to him about this when I return to him. Until then, let me love you as you should have been treated for so many years…”

You sigh and hold him close to you. A smile forms on your face once more, a smile of knowing that you won’t be lonely, a smile of gratitude that this is the start of something absolutely beautiful…

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Shadow milk watches from one of the portals he used to keep an eye on his servants. His face holds a smug smirk and an amused look on his face. He knew all along he fell for you, it just took a while for him to finally admit it and go running towards you. Candy apple is watching as well, trying so hard not to squeal at the cuteness in front of her. He closes the portal and sends a quick message to black sapphire cookie.

“Have fun, be safe, and don’t break her heart. You hear me?”

He sends the message and then looks to candy apple cookie, who is clearly worried about her brother.

“You’re not going to hurt him, are you?”

He shakes his head with a smirk. He knows black sapphire will be stubborn about it, and he’s worked hard.. eh, why not? She’s not that dangerous yet.

“Nah, I’ll let him have this. He’s worked quite hard for me for these past millennium, the least I can do is reward him for his dedication!”

He sets his phone down before candy Apple drags him to the sewing room, rambling on about how you’re planning on teaching her how to sew, and how she already made mock up designs for his puppets. He giggles softly before they leave you two be, in the peace and quiet of the start of your happily ever after…

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FINALLY. AFTER 5 MONTHS, IT IS COMPLETE! I hope you all enjoyed this, because this took forever. I also am open to requests for cookie run fanfics, just the usual boundaries of no proships or anything like that!

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𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋‎♪ what you want t.oikawa x reader , comfort approx 650 words warnings i think it deteriorates pretty quickly also this is very much based on me

content you feel insecure about your future and begin to wonder how your boyfriend can follow his passion so fearlessly.

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𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 “SAY, tooru,” you begin to ask the brunette boy in front of you. he stops walking and turns back to look at you. there they were again– his intense eyes always make you dizzy. it must be nice, you wonder for a second before carrying on.

“you’re going to go pro, aren’t you? –with volleyball, i mean. when you graduate?” the clauses were all mixed up and oikawa took a second to process the question before answering.

“i am, yeah– was there something wrong?” he asks in response. the evening breeze blows through your hair. it makes you look ethereal, he thinks. but there’s something else in your expression– he can tell. it’s bittersweet, and pensive.

“no! nothing wrong!” you exclaim quickly. “just thinking, it must be nice to have your heart dead set on something, and know what you’re doing. i really wish i had the guts to follow my dreams like that…” your voice trails off in something like fear, but not quite. i’ve said too much, you think quickly– you’d never bared your feelings like this before. oikawa, your boyfriend, looks… surprised? suddenly the calm evening breeze feels bitter, seeping through your skin. oikawa jogs to where you are, and clasps your hands between his.

“oh, baby,” oikawa says, a half-whisper, warm unlike the air around him. the amount of feeling spilling out from those two words made your heart ache, tears beginning to build up.

oikawa knew exactly what you meant– something was off with you ever since you handed in your career form. why didn’t he figure it out earlier? holding you in a tight hug, his warmth surrounding you, he asks again, “have you been thinking about this for a while?”

you don’t want to tell him the truth– you know it’ll hurt him. you know it’ll confirm his fears– that you’ve been jealous of your own boyfriend– envying his courage and ability to follow his dreams without any fears. but you can’t hide it anymore. softly, you nod.

oikawa knows what that means. he’s angry– not at you– at himself, because he didn’t figure it out earlier. but quickly, he looks at you, crying in his arms– and the evening breeze goes from cold to unbearable.

oikawa can tell you’re scared, more than anything. “hey, just because i’m going pro, doesn’t mean i’m not scared. i worry every night– that i’m not going to make it.”

“you’re talented though, tooru– you’ll definitely make it,” you whisper into his shoulder. he chuckles at your response. “that’s exactly what i think of you too, baby.”

the familiar scent of oikawa’s cologne grounds you. after a pause, you whisper carefully, as if sharing a secret– in a sense it was, something you’d held close to your heart forever; but you were certain oikawa would understand.

“a singer.” the collection of vinyls in your room makes sense now, oikawa thinks to himself– so did the tiktoks you reposted of covers of your favourite songs. there were little clues along the way– a smile gently washes over his face. “i think you’d be an amazing singer,” he whispers genuinely; voice so full of love it was about to burst at its seams.

other than volleyball– maybe even more than it, this is what oikawa dreamt about the most– being able to be vulnerable with someone else. no one else saw you like he did, and he took pride in it. maybe it made him a selfish person– he didn’t care; all that mattered to him was you.

heartbeat ringing in your ears, you feel light. the ‘childish’ dream you’ve had since you were five begins to feel a little real on this dimly lit road– and all it took was whispering it to the person you treasured the most.

you look up at oikawa. now, you meet his eyes full of determination with yours, a hidden passion slowly starting to emerge, colouring your irises brighter than ever before. “can i go and change my career form?” you ask, giggling.

“of course.” oikawa grabs hold of your hand and starts running back to school, the breeze warming up as the evening gives way.

note this is your sign to follow your dreams💞 i've been having this crisis in my head for so long

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