#I even had it done in time just spent most of yesterday sleeping while under the weather

[acompleteandtotalnerd]

Happy CooroNana day!

It's late but here's a fanfic from the randomly generated cooronana prompts.

Nana and Cooro go camping, Cooro reads the map upside down and the two become terribly lost.

Nana felt beside herself as she packed a backpack of clothes and food. She honestly thought she would never have to sleep without a bed again, and certainly wasn’t looking forward to the spending the night in the forest. She and the boys had finally found a home within a small village, they had to work hard for the humble lives they’d procured but she appreciated it all the same. Which is why when Cooro and those ridiculously cute puppy eyes asked her to go camping with him she’d said yes.Husky, ever the stubborn one, was unwavered by Cooro’s requests to join. As for Senri, while they had all grown over the past years he was still essential for having the physical strength to do manual labor, effectively being the main breadwinner of the house- he simply couldn’t take off with Cooro just for fun if they wanted to continue the living arrangement.“C’mon Nana!” Cooro ecstatically called, he’d been ready to head off for awhile by this point. “Coming, coming…” Nana half grumbled. She still couldn’t sympathize with his exuberance over what she was somewhat dreading, but all the same she followed out the front door to join him. If there were any traces of her hesitance over the excursion it instantly vanished as she was met with Cooro’s remarkable smile. She felt her cheeks redden again, the tightening in her chest as she tried to look normal. This had become something of a routine- she couldn’t say for sure when it started, (possibly shortly after his growth spurt made him taller than her) but undeniably she had a terrible crush on him.

Cooro, on the other hand, hadn’t started acting any different from when they were kids. Her attempts to be seen as a grown and attractive young lady had thus far failed spectacularly. So far she had tried wearing makeup (Nana had made some herself from home remedies), Cooro had asked her if she was sick. She’d tried giving him chocolate as a special romantic gesture- he shared the chocolates with Husky and Senri, saying that Nana had made them all some chocolate. Husky had even given her a look of pity when he clearly put together the misunderstanding.But she wasn’t the kind of girl to give up. She’d made a new plan. When Cooro asked her to join him on this camping trip he didn’t have any specific destination in mind, so she picked their destination. To the East not too far there was a small pond that had formed in the shape of a heart. She’d heard stories in the village about it, girls told romantic stories of proposals at sunset and dashing forbidden love affairs. While she didn’t plan on any marriage proposals or running away together, it would make for a scenic spot for a confession- maybe they would even kiss.

Feeling the heat rising in her face she shoved the map, into Cooro’s hands. “We should get going so we get there before dark.” She squeaked, instantly mortified by the consequence of her tight chest. “Okay.” He agreed chipperly, taking the lead. He held the map in one hand, excitedly pointing and urging she look at every pretty rock or cool thing he spotted. There was something so nostalgic about their quest that despite herself she found herself with some of the same childish excitement he had.However, neither one in their energy were taking care to make sure they stay on the same trail they’d started on; and Cooro only checked the map occasionally. And the golden rays that had been a warm blanket on their nostalgic trek dwindled, making Cooro haphazard map reading all the more questionable as he began to squint to make out the lines. “Can I see that?” Nana asked, feeling her heartbeat beginning to quicken. She didn’t like this. They should have arrived there by now. When Cooro nonchalantly handed her the map her she felt her hole body tighten, her hand slightly crumpling the map as they clenched the paper. This was definitely the same way he’d been looking at it, and it was upside down.

Cooro slightly tilted his head as he stared at Nana, “Something wrong?” he asked, clearly ignorant of his mistake. Nana sprouted her wings wordlessly, ordinarily she would have had plenty to say about this situation, but the sun was setting and there wasn’t anytime to waste. “We’re lost you idiot!” She shouted as she took off in flight. She didn’t even see his reaction before she was in the air, the world blurred by her tears. The trees, there branches so dense, blocked what little sun was left. Her sleeve tore as a branch caught it, as if grasping to pull her back down. Her breath was shaky and she felt a claustrophobic fear she hadn’t confronted in a long time.“Nana!” She heard Cooro call after her in the distance. Her feelings in the moment were far to raw for her to be quelled by her puppy love. As she emerged above the trees she gasped, it was like she could finally breath again. The world was still blurry, she was trying to regain her composure as fast as she could. She had yelled at Cooro. She had to apologize, so she wouldn’t be like him- her mind flashing memories of her father she had long since tried to bury. “Nana!” Cooro called again, this time as he practically tackled her in a hug.

With that hug any hope of Nana gracefully composing herself was gone, she hugged him in return and wailed into his broad shoulders. She said sorry over and over, her apologies being hardly discernable as her sobs wracked through her voice. He rubbed his hand on her back as he continued to listen to her. As her tears started to slow down her mind was finally able to return to this moment. But as crying so hard makes a person exhausted, rather than feeling embarrassment or shyness she just thought how remarkably kind Cooro was.“I’m sorry.” Cooro said in a soft and sad voice. Nana finally raised her head off his shoulder to meet his eyes. “You didn’t mea-” She started to pushback against his apology, it was an accident afterall- and wasn’t like they’d be stuck wandering the forest. But Cooro cut her off, “I shouldn’t have pushed for this… I just… I wanted to spend time with you like we used to.” There was a bittersweetness to his expression. “Cooro…” Nana softly responded.

“I always want to spend time with you.” She said, her exhaustion having beaten any anxiety she would ordinarily be far to bashful to say something so close to a confession. “Me too.” Cooro’s response that should have felt like a victory felt hollow. He doesn’t mean that. He doesn’t mean it like she means it. He just sees her as a friend. She did her best to muster a smile when, perhaps experiencing a similar courage though tiredness as she, Cooro pulled her into kiss. First she felt the surprise, then let herself melt into the moment. There, in the moonlight, with lover’s pond just ahead of them, they were more than friends.

[satorusugurugurl]

My Wedding Date is an Escort!

Summary: When invited to your best friend's wedding, you panic. One of the groomsmen, Toji Fushiguro, is your ex-fiancè. Not wanting to deal with probing questions and the embarrassment of being single, your friend Haibara recommends using an Escort! Taking a leap of faith, you book one my, the hottest one. Gojo Satoru is hot, sweet, and funny! The package deal! Men and Women pay thousands to go on a date with him (even more, which he doesn't do often). So when your request comes in, the desperation and pleading tone of your voice. Gojo’s heartthrobs, even more so when you tell him you don't want to have sex.

Pairing: Escort!Gojo x FAB Reader

Word Count: 5,818

Warning: dirty talk, language, making out, wedding duties (lol), oral sex, smutty smut

A/N: Our final part 🥹💚 wow what a journey! There will be an epilogue for our sweet beans next week! Along with the start of the Best Friend!Suguru series.I'm so sorry for the late post, I was so sick yesterday and sleepy from my medication! But better late than never! ! If you want to be included in the tag list, YOU MUST HAVE AGE LISTED! Thank you!!

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Eight

For two days, two days, you and Satoru spent most of the time in your room. Wrapped up in your sheets, him on top of you, you on top of him. You only separated for the rehearsal dinner and getting your nails done. But the second you were back in his arms, he made up for the lost time like you had been gone for years. His lips were on yours in slow, gentle kisses that became passionate.

Those same kisses would end on the futon, which probably had seen more action in the last forty-eight hours than since the inn opened. Satoru bent you in all different positions, twisting you like a pretzel, stretching you in ways you didn't even know was possible. He made it his goal to make up for the year and a half that you didn’t sleep with anyone. Gojo Satoru turned you into a mess- a withering mess.

“Oooh holy shit.” you cried out, gripping the blanket, “fuuuuck oooh fuck Satoru.”

“Yeah~? Does that feel good~?”

“S-So good~!”

“Mhmm~ good.”

Fingers moved gently, expertly making your back arch, jaw opening in a soft cry of pleasure. Satoru bit his lip, his fingers increasing the pressure against you. Cerulean eyes narrowed, focusing on your face, watching how your eyes rolled back and your face flushed.

“T-Toru~Toru.” Toes curled as you cried softly, eyes watering.

“Oooh yeah~ you gonna cum~?”

Blinking, you lift an eyebrow, watching Satoru wiggle his at you. His fingers are massaging into your sore feet, kneading away knots and easing the aching muscles. Both of you were fully clothed, sitting on the back porch overlooking the gardens. Anyone around would have assumed you both were doing the deed from how loud you were being.

“Oh my god, was I being that loud?”

“What~? No!” You relaxed a little, your feet still in his lap. Thumbs worked at a particularly sore spot, making you whine again. “I’m pretty sure Suguru heard that whine, and he's in Tokyo.”

“Ya’ know what—”

You try pulling your feet away, only to have Satoru yank them back into his lap, inadvertently pulling you closer to him. “Stop, I'm just teasing. Let me do this.” his fingers continue working, moving gently over your feet. “You were in the kitchen all morning, making a three-tier wedding cake. Then those ‘friends’ of yours make you wear heels to take pictures. And you have to wear heels for the wedding tomorrow?” Satoru shook his head, white tufts of hair swaying.

“I offered to bake the cake, the benefit of having a baker as a friend.” His thumbs hit a sore spot, making you jolt. “But the heels are torture.”

“They seem like it.”

A soft, comfortable silence filled with chirping crickets and a distant wind chime grew between you. You just sat there while Satoru rubbed at your sore feet under the blanket of glittering stars. You had one more day together here in Kyoto, then a train ride back home, and you would be back to reality. A reality that had changed drastically over the last week.

When you both retired to your room, you lay in bed staring at the ceiling in thought. You had gone from a woman who was quiet, shy, and hell-bent on not needing anyone to this giggly, joyful woman who couldn’t be any happier. Satoru had peeled away at the layers of scar tissue you had hidden yourself in. He brought a certain confidence out in you. Being with him was as easy as breathing; even when you returned home to your mundane lives, you had faith you both would continue to strive forward. To keep your relationship going strong.

Strong as the urge to stay in bed with him all day despite your fellow bridesmaids pounding on your door the next morning. Satoru grumbled in horny frustration; his cock was pressed firmly over your barely clothed core. You pulled your lips away from his neck, pushing your hair back, groaning at the sudden interruption.

“I have to go, Toru.” You pulled off of him, giggling as he threw his head back. “Hey~ don’t be like that; we’ll pick up where we left off tonight.”

“Wedding sex is the best kind of sex. Especially when you’re on a sugar rush.”

You looked over your shoulder at him, grinning ear to ear. “That sounds enticing.” Satoru sat up on his elbows, licking his lips.

“Oh, it’s gonna happen tonight,” Satoru promised with a shake of his head. “I promise you that.”

Another knock at the door, “If you don’t come out! We’re coming in! Regardless of how indecent you two are!” A series of knocks sounded from the other side of the door by several different hands from the sound of it.

”I better go before they knock down the door.” With a pout, you leaned down, kissing Satoru goodbye before heading out. “I’ll see you later!” just before you shut the door to the room, you pouted as Satoru watched, sticking his bottom lip out. “It’s just three hours, babe!”

Three hours flew by before you knew it. The excitement of getting ready for the wedding and seeing your best friend practically buzzing in anticipation fueled everyone's energy. While you were bouncing up and down eagerly waiting to see Satoru in a tailored suit. Just imagining him had you grinning as you stared out the bridal suite window, looking towards the garden decorated for the joyous event.

“So, when are you and Satoru getting married?”

”Eh!?” All of your friends surrounded you, devilish smiles gracing their faces. “I-I—we are not getting married!” At least not yet. “We’ve barely started going out.” Literally. “There’s no indication that we're even considering that!”

“Oh, please!”

“Says the girl that’s been locked in her room with said boyfriend for the last two days!”

Your face burned like a fresh sunburn. “S-So! That does not mean that we’re getting married anytime soon!” All of your friends booed in protest. “Will the whole lot of you stop? Seriously, I don’t want you guys scaring off Satoru!” The bride stepped forward in her gown and all of her glory. “Finally, Mina, will you please talk some sense into them!?” Your best friend looked amongst the other girls, all dressed in a beautiful sky blue. For a moment, you thought she might take your side. But the second a smirk at the corner of her mouth, you knew she didn’t have your back.

“I was going to ask you the same question! The man would’ve fucked you against the wall at the bar no one stopped him!”

“Oh my God!”

“I’m serious! I think I’ll hand you the bouquet when I toss it!”

“Please don’t.”

“Oh, I think I will!”

“We are not getting married—not yet!”

Satoru sat off to the side, right next to your parents, as the wedding started. He watched with wide and sparkling eyes as you walked down the aisle with a groomsman. Your hair was styled beautifully, and the flowing sky-blue dress looked stunning on your figure and complimented your skin tone. His mouth felt suddenly dry as you looked at him, giving him a gentle, sweet smile. Cupid himself must have shot him through the heart at that moment because fuck, he was falling so hard for you.

“Ma’am—“ he learned next to your mother's ear, “just so you know, the next wedding we host here will be ours.”

“Huh?!”

Her reaction didn’t even seem to faze him. All he cared about was standing near the front of an outdoor arch decor with flowers of different colors—a gentle breeze brushed by you, making your hair and the dress flow. Even when the bride made her grand entrance, everyone turned to see her walking down the aisle towards her future husband. Satoru had his eyes locked on you.

You could feel his eyes, and that burning sensation had your focus transfixed on him. Was it wrong to be looking at your wedding date instead of the bride-to-be? The chances of that were very likely. But how could you not stare back? When his eyes burned holes into your very soul and left your heart racing like you had just run a marathon. It was impossible to pay attention to anyone else.

He was so handsome. Satoru was wearing a white button-down shirt with a blue tie that matched your dress. His navy blue jacket and pants were tailored to his body perfectly. You could tell by its appearance that it was expensive. It was probably more expensive than your best friend's wedding dress. You wanted to rip it off of him and let him take you right there in the garden.

Yes, he was extremely good-looking. But it wasn’t his clothes or his appearance or the fact that he had money that made you so attracted to him at that moment. The way he looked at you, eyes trailing over your body, with a soft grin, told you everything you needed to know. Satoru truly cared for you. This wasn’t just about sex, and it wasn’t the magic of the wedding to be. Chemistry, connection, and attraction were one hundred percent genuine.

After exchanging vows and rings, hundreds of pictures were taken with everyone. You were finally free from your wedding duties. The first thing you did as soon as you broke away from the rest of the group was run to Satoru’s side. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you tight to his chest. Lips pressed against the temple of your head, and you could’ve sworn he let out a little sigh of happiness to have you back in his arms.

“You look so fucking beautiful.” He cupped a strand of hair behind your ear before gently reaching down, gripping your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Is it wrong for me to say you’re even more beautiful than the bride?”

“Satoru!” you playfully punched at his shoulder, “I am not.”

“Oh, you are; that’s a god-given fact, sweetheart.” His thumbs brushed ever so lovingly over your cheek. “But there’s just one thing I would change about the outfit.”

“You and me both.” You winced, moving your arm away from the scratchy sequins top. “This material is an absolute nightmare for my underarms. I’m serious. You’ll probably have to put lotion on them for me later.”

“Oh.” Satoru deadpans. “ I wasn’t talking about the material.”

You hum in thought, looking over the dress for any flaws he may have noticed. “Oh?” When you didn’t find anything else wrong with the dress in your eyes, you tilted your head, looking up at Satoru. “Well, what would you change about it then?” His hand gently pulled your face closer to his own; he leaned down, the fresh smell of minty lemonade coaxing your nostrils.

“I’d change the color.”

“Wait, what?”

Your date says nothing for a beat of silence. “So anyways! Let’s grab our seats; I’ll get you one of the cocktails!”

He rambles on while you’re still stuck on how he would change the color of your dress. Surely, he meant he would do a different shade or maybe red instead of blue; there’s no possible way that he was talking about it to white. Yeah, he didn’t mean that at all! Your friends just put the stupid notion in your head that you guys are going to get married next. You didn’t even know what the two of you were yet. You hadn’t put a label on your relationship.

What you did know was that Satoru wanted to make your relationship work. So you knew for sure that you weren’t just another fuck buddy or client. This went deeper than that. What you both had was real, which was a lot more than other couples had. So who knew, maybe your friends were right? Perhaps Satoru had thought that white would make your dress look one million times better.

These were questions and answers for another day. You weren’t going to rush into things. Both of you wanted to take your time and get to know one another.

And you learned a lot of things about him as the party began. Like how he despised the taste of alcohol, he had mentioned it in passing when he walked you to the bachelorette party. But when he accidentally took a sip of a cocktail unintentionally, not knowing it had alcohol in it, the man sputtered and choked. His hands grabbed a cola from the bartender, chugging it like water. You learned that he was a pretty good dancer. He bumped and ground with you on the dance floor while the music blared. You learned how gentle his hands were as he slowly danced with you to one of the many love songs the DJ played.

He was so tentative to you. He’d always make sure you had a drink of some kind. He insisted that you drink plenty of water to avoid getting drunk. He even went to the room and grabbed your sandals when your high heels bothered you. God, he was everything and then some. If you hadn’t called for each other, he truly would have made this wedding a lot of fun for you. There was no doubt that he was worth every penny you were willing to spend to have a good time.

The party has toned down almost entirely, a few stragglers drunkenly laughing and drinking while others chat while eating the vanilla and raspberry compote cake you had made. Your best friend and her husband are one of two couples on the floor dancing to a slow song. The other was Satoru and the flower girl who had been smitten with his white hair and blue eyes. She was convinced he was Prince charming and begged him to dance with her. Satoru jumped at the opportunity. Gently placing her little feet on top of his shoes as he danced with her to the slow beat of the music.

Your gaze was locked on him as you nursed a cup of coffee between your hands. He was so perfect in every way, shape, and form. Satoru had made this one of the best nights of your entire life. God, you don’t think you’ve ever had so much fun at a wedding before. It was all thanks to him that you were having one of the most memorable nights of your life.

Those deep, happy thoughts are cut short when a tiny, chubby hand gently smacks your cheek. The sudden contact has you jumping, nearly spilling the hot coffee over your hands as you turn to see who has smacked you. You’re met with beautiful, big navy-colored eyes—dark tufts of hair spill over the head as the baby gently smacks your cheek again.

“Please don’t hit me, I have my kid.” a familiar voice speaks, “and don’t yell, please.”

You scoff, cocking an eyebrow up at Toji as he sits down in the chair next to you. “Are you seriously using your kid as a human shield?” Your ex shakes his head before looking over his shoulder, searching for someone.

“I cannot confirm nor deny that.” He cradles the babbling baby in his lap. “But if my wife is around, I will deny every word.”

“So you are using your child as a human shield.”

“Well, it’s working, isn’t it?”

“What do you want, Toji?”

He cradles his son in one arm, reaching into his suit jacket with his free hand. Toji pulls out a manila envelope and places it in front of you. Gingerly, taking it off the table, you open it and find the money you had left in the kitchen the other day. The money he almost ruined your relationship with Satoru over and the money you’d spent on him

He exhales deeply through his nose before clearing his throat. “What I did was wrong.” His son babbles, chubby little hands pulling the sleeve of his jacket. “I just wanted to apologize for everything that happened. I broke your heart, not once but twice. You, of all people, don’t deserve to be treated like that.” You cock an eyebrow. “And no, I’m not asking for your forgiveness. I just wanted to say that I was sorry. For breaking off our engagement the way that I did. For almost sabotaging your relationship with that brat over there.” His head jerks in Satoru’s direction.

“Yeah, you almost fucked that up for me.”

“Well, luckily, you guys worked it out.”

“Yeah, we did.” For the first time all week, you don’t feel the slightest bit of dread being near Toji. Maybe it was because you slapped the shit out of him, or perhaps it was because you felt as though your last confrontation was able to heal your wounds. “He’s a great guy.”

“Great for an escort.”

“Former escort.” You correct him with a smug smile. “Satoru sent in his resignation letter on Thursday after we talked.”

Toji’s eyes went wide before they softened with a gentle gaze that you hadn’t seen since high school. “Well shit, I guess I had him pegged wrong.” Taking another sip of your coffee, you giggle before resting your chin on your fist.

“I thought you said you were the greatest PI.”

“Nah, I’m one of the best.” Toni leans back, and in this light, you can see the slight discoloration on his face from both you and Satoru’s hits the other day. “I’m far from being the greatest. I wasn’t for you, but—“ he pressed his lips against his son’s head. “I’m trying to be a better person for this brat and my wife.”

“You always were an asshole.” Your point-blank statement had him wincing. “But if you hadn’t been an asshole, I wouldn’t have become the person I am today. So thanks for being a dick.”

Toji tilts his head, chuckling. “You’re welcome, I guess.” A squealing babble has both you and Toji glancing down at his son. He gently gums at his father’s jacket, drooling over the fabric. Toji sighs and gently lifts the baby to stare at him. When he does, those navy blue eyes glance towards his chest that's straining against the fabric. His son smacks his lips in hunger. “Fuck, I gotta find my wife; the little shits hungry again. And I’d rather not have him gnawing at my pecs.” He stands and pauses before turning his child to face you.

The tiny human gurgles at you, tilting his head. “Uhm, Toji, I can’t feed him.” Your ex rolls his eyes so hard you can almost hear it.

“Yeah, I fuckin’ know, I just—“ he sighs, “this is my son, Fushiguro Megumi.” You can’t help but smile at his name; a blessing.

“Well, hello there, Megumi.” You gently pet his hair back. “It’s nice to meet you; whatever you do, don’t turn out to be like your father.”

Toji barks out a sharp laugh, nodding his head. “Yeah, that’s for sure.” Megumi laughs loudly, smacking his hands against your face.

“Toji!” Both of you turn to see a woman with dark hair waving at him.

“That’s the wife, we’re leaving.” He cradles Megumi into his side ever so gently. “I’m sorry again for all the shit I put you through in the past and well in the last week.”

“Well, all that shit led me to someone pretty great.” Your eyes drift back to Satoru, who's walking the little girl back to her parents. “All those years of putting up with you gave me some good karma.”

“For putting up with me, you deserve the world.” He scoffs hurriedly to join his wife. “Later.”

You wave goodbye to him, returning to your cup just as Satoru joins you. Two plates with cake in his hands. “Was that Toji!?” His ocean eyes meet yours, searching for any sign or tears of frustration. “The hell did he want?” He shoves the sweet cake into his mouth before offering you a bite, which you eagerly take.

“Mhm, he just wanted to give me the money he owed me.”

“What you should have given him was a knuckle sandwich.” Your soft giggle has butterflies swarming inside his stomach.

“I already gave him one, so I’ll gladly take the money this time.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” He takes another bite of cake. “It would be a shame for you to bruise those knuckles again.”

You press your body against him, relishing in the warmth. “You know I don’t even care anymore. I got hurt in the past. I wallowed in my self-pity for over a year. But things are starting to look up for me now.” He hummed, turning to press a kiss against your forehead. “All thanks to my—“You hesitate, not sure if you want to be the one to put a label on your relationship.

“Boyfriend.” Satoru finishes for you, making your hearts swell with joy.

“Yes, my boyfriend.”

Satoru takes one last bite of his cake before wiping the mixture of whipped cream and buttercream off with his thumb. “Mmm, I love hearing you say that. It sounds so damn pretty rolling off your tongue.” You grinned, gently gripping his hand on your own, squeezing it as you stood.

“Wanna see what else I can do with my tongue~?”

Without hesitation, your boyfriend stands up from the table, following you down the hall. “Oooh? Is the sugar kicking in?” Satoru quickly takes the lead from you, dragging you down the hall and towards the guest rooms.

“It’s not just the sugar.” You correct him. “It’s you.”

The second you step into the room, and the door is slammed shut, Satoru’s on you, cupping your face, kissing you deeply with a guttural moan. You return the kiss, tasting the sweet, tangy remains of the cake on his tongue that worked its way into your mouth. You’re moaning, pushing his jacket off, letting it fall to the ground as you start working on the buttons of his shirt.

While you do that, Satoru runs his hands down your back, searching for a zipper or buttons, only to discover an intricate series of strings. He breaks the kiss, looking down at the saliva connecting your lips before he forces you to turn around so he can start working on the corset holding you hostage. His fingers struggle with the silky strings; he’s far too excited to sit down and take the necessary time to care for this.

“Hey, sweetheart, this isn’t a rental, is it?”

”No, I wish it was; I seriously haye the sequins, Toru.” You huff out, feeling his hands gently grip both sides of the back of the dress.

”So you wouldn’t be heartbroken if anything were to happen to it?”

”No, I guess I woul—“ RIIIP!! “Oh fuck!” You tumble as Satoru uses all of his strength to rip down the back of the dress—the thin fabric pools around your feet before Satoru turns you back to face him. The second you do, he drops to his knees in front of you and kisses down your bare chest, all the way to your lace panties. “S-Satoru~”

“Mmm, I wanna show you what I can do with my tongue.” He states flatly before tugging your panties down. “I get to eat two sweet treats tonight. Your amazing cake and your delicious pussy.”

His tongue instantly slides over your clit, making you grip his hair for support in fear that you are going to buckle over. Your hand grips the soft strands of hair, winning the softest of groans from him. While your fingers run through his hair, only make him move his tongue faster, with the sole purpose of making you cum.

Unfortunately for you, even if you were willing to hold off, Satoru is just too good at what he does. He teases your clit, going between gentle flicks, suckling on it, and writing his name against it with the tip of his tongue. His antics and techniques leave you nearly falling over, wishing you were on the futon. There was something about towering over him, though, bucking your pussy against his willing mouth that gave you a certain sense of empowerment.

You could see why men would like a woman on their knees. It was fun holding all of the power to make Satoru do what you wanted, to keep his face in place with you humping his tongue. You could have cum from just thinking of riding his face like this. Doing it though, fuck, it was so hot.

Satoru thought so, too; his jaw opened wide as he flattened his tongue, allowing you to use his mouth as you saw fit. His hand gently reached around, grabbing the fat of your ass, encouraging you to move and grind faster against him, wanting for you to cum. His squeezing you had your head falling forward, strands of your kiss-messy hair falling as you came hard, rolling your hips in time with the waves crashing over you. Satoru hummed happily, lapping up the juices you kindly offered him.

“Fuck, oooh fuck Satoru.” Your knees were buckling as he gently peppered hisses down your inner thighs. “I don’t think I can walk after that.”

”Hm? Oh, don’t worry about that.” He lifted you gently, placing you down on the futon. “I have a perfect place for you to sit.” You watched in awe as your boyfriend stripped out of his clothes and slipped on a condom before standing completely naked in front of you. “Now, what do you say,” Satoru laid down, grabbing your hips and pulling you to straddle him. “We pick up where we left off this morning before your friends rudely interrupted us.”

”Mmm, I love the sound of that.” Sitting back ever so slightly, you gently grabbed his cock, easing the thick throbbing tip inside of you. “Ah~ fuck I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how thick you are.” You cry out as you slowly begin to slide yourself down his shaft with a whimper.

”And I’ll never get over how tight and warm you are.” Large hands gently grip your hip, holding you as you sit down on him, his cock fully buried inside of you. “God, I can’t wait to feel how wet you are one of these days.” He hisses through his teeth as you slowly begin to rock back and forth on him. “Y-You fuck, sweetie, you feel so fucking good!”

“Yeah, so do you, Toru; I feel you getting bigger inside me.”

“And I can feel you clamping down.”

Knowing that he could feel just how good you were feeling was the only entice you needed to pick up your pace, your gentle rocks becoming a bit faster and harder as you gently began bouncing up and down on him. Your sudden increase in speed had Satoru choking on a raspy whine, his head tilting back as you placed your hands on his chest, steadying yourself. This position was one of your favorites. You were able to watch Satoru’s face contort with pleasure while his cock hit all the right places deep inside of you.

Satoru also loved this position because he got to see how relaxed you were, how he was able to grope your perfect tits, his thumbs brushing gently over your sensitive nipples. But his favorite thing about this position was being able to touch you. Not just your breasts, as great as those were. Running his large palms down your hips and over the top of your thighs, feeling your muscles twitch made happy, satisfied grunts leave his mouth. But it was when you interlace your fingers with his that got his heart pounding.

Your hips were moving faster, harder against him. Your smaller fingers held on to his for support, squeezing them gently as your tiny whines turned into desperate moans as your fucked yourself on him.

”Toru, oooh fuck~”

”Yeah, you close?” His fingers gave yours a gentle squeeze. “You gonna cum? Make me cum with you? I feel it coming back, god, I feel it; you’re going to make me cum so fucking hard.”

”Y-Yeah wanna make you cum, cum with me, Satoru, please I need it, need it so fucking bad.”

Satoru groaned, nodding his head as you slammed yourself up and down on him, his hips bucking up to meet you, fucking the tip of his cock directly into your cervix. You both are moaning so loud you know people will be calling the front desk to file a complaint, but you could care less about all of that. All that mattered right now was you and Satoru.

“Ooooh fuck me.” You cry out, releasing your boa constrictor grip on his hands, digging them into the bedding as you fall forward onto his chest. Your hips bounce up and down faster and harder, skin slapping against skin as your ass slams down. “Satoru, I’m gonna—“

”M-Me too, baby, holy fuck me too!” Satoru’s hands grip the sides of your hips, forcing you to move faster, which seems almost impossible. “Fuck, oooh fuck, fuck shit!” He’s gritting his teeth as you cry out into the side of his neck. “Oh, holy fuckin shit, baby! I’m cumming! Cumming inside you!”

With one final slam, both of your bodies go rigid as the orgasms hit you at the same time. Your pulsating walls have Satoru’s cock throbbing eagerly deep inside of you, filling the condom. Leaving both of you shaking, sweaty messes. Satoru recovers first, his hands gently caressing your sides as you lay all your weight on top of him. While you gently press open-mouthed kisses over his collarbone.

It isn’t until your muscles are protesting the position that you’re in that you finally move. Satoru helps you push off of him gently, laying you down next to his side. His fingers brush some of your hair back before he leans in, pressing a gentle kiss against your lips. You kiss him back burying yourself into his chest as his hands gently move up and down your back.

“So, how was our first date?” The gentle tone of Satoru’s voice has you happily humming.

“One of the best dates I ever had in my entire life.”

“Yeah, I have to agree with you on that one.” His hand continued to rub up and down your back gently. “I can’t wait to go on another and another, and god, I just want to go on countless dates with you.” He waits for you to respond, to say anything. When you don’t say a word, he peers down, finding you sleepily snuggled against him. Your hard work from the last few days has finally caught up to you. “Get some sleep.” He whispered, disposing of the condom before pulling the sheet over your body as he shut his eyes, too, following you into a deep sleep.

The next day was a blur at the inn. From packing your bags, checking out, and bidding farewell to your parents before you at Satoru took the train back to Tokyo. Where you both leaned against each other, still tired from the last week and the wedding from the night before. You only fully regain consciousness when the train pulls up to your stop. You grab your bags in silence as you slowly leave the train.

It didn’t feel real that the week was finally over. That tonight would be the first night you would be alone in a week. Part of you dreaded the night you were about to spend alone in your apartment. But you didn’t want to be clingy and ask Satoru to stay the night.

While your relationship had been entirely out of order, you didn’t want to ruin it right when it began. There would be another time for Satoru to spend the night with you. You are almost certain he would love to go home to his apartment and unwind.

So you stopped in front of the coffee shop where you met each other for the first time. Turning around, you adjusted the backpack on your shoulder, winning a slightly confused look from your new boyfriend. Swallowing hard, you hugged him tight before pulling back.

“Thank you again for everything.” You wet your bottom lip with your tongue. “I can’t thank you enough. Text me later. Maybe we could meet up for coffee or dinner sometime this week. Go on our second date.”

Satoru said nothing for a moment as you fiddled with the handle of your suitcase. “Hey.” He finally broke the silence, his hand gently grabbing yours. “Would now be too soon to take you on our second date?” Light shimmered in your eyes as Satoru put his sunglasses on. “I know this great spot for brunch.” You felt your heart swell as he rubbed at his slightly slushed neck. “I just—I don’t want to say goodbye yet.” Round sunglasses slid down the bridge of his nose, revealing his breathtaking eyes. “But if you’re too tired or busy, later this week would be fine, I gue—” You reach up, pressing your index finger gently over his lips, silencing him.

“Brunch sounds great.”

“Great!” Satoru beams gently, interlocking your hands as you make your way up to the surface. “You’re going to love it.” You gently squeezed his hand as you stepped into the bustling streets of Tokyo. A week ago, you never would have thought the man you had hired to be your wedding date would be taking you out on your second date, hopefully leading to many more.

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[b3ach-bunn7]

LATE NIGHTS AND STAR-CROSSED MARGINS

Jason Todd is the most beautiful boy in your lecture. Luckily, fate lands you a seat next to him

college!au, fluff, pining, happy ending

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This has to be some form of epic karma.

You’ve never been late to a lecture before. At least, not this late, where you’re sure Professor Levine will not hesitate to slam the two double doors in his face when you eventually make it there.

You’d overslept horrifically. After a night spent with your roommates over board games and shitty wine in cracked mugs, you’d been too tired to remember to turn on your alarms. You didn’t regret it. It was hard to find time to spend together, and even if it was just a couple of hours of UNO, it was nice to catch up. Unfortunately, the drinks your friend Wendy had kept pouring into your mug had lulled you into the best sleep you had in a while. Which, unfortunately, was interrupted by a confused knock on your door, a concerned friend wondering why you were still in bed so late.

Now, without a shower and the outfit you’d worn yesterday, you were practically running to the hall to try to make it in time. Feverishly checking your phone, watching the minutes go by, as you finally stop outside the doors.

You pause for a second. Do you knock? Just walk in? Professor Levine wasn’t necessarily strict. He’d never kicked anyone out before, but you’d never seen him angry. Would he even be angry? You didn’t know. God, you were being so dramatic.

You push open the door. Immediately, a couple dozen eyes lock on you, dishevelled and anxious at the door. You could die. Really and truly, just drop down on the floor and die. You glance at the professor. He just nods slightly, and you take that as a sign you’re in the clear. You start walking to your seat, relief flooding your veins, to see that it’s taken.

Your second dosage of karma. You’re not sure what you’ve done to deserve such cruel treatment. You sat in the same seat every say. Far enough front the front that you didn't get picked on, and far enough from the back that it didn’t look like you were hiding from Levine. You quickly scan the room and see the only spare seat is right at the very back. Right next to Jason Todd.

You knew who he was. Everybody in your literature class did, everybody at your university did. He was six foot tall, with hair that curled perfectly over his brown eyes, and a body that looked like it had been carved by the gods. As if that wasn’t enough, he was also nice. Boys that attractive were usually paired with a big ego and an obnoxious personality, but he had neither. He kept to himself, was polite and respectful. Jason Todd was like every guy you’d spent hours reading about and analysing for your English classes, the perfect man in every way.

Which, of course, meant he was also horrifically out of your league.

You take the awkwardly long walk to the back. You drop your things on the floor, and sit down. He flashes you a small smile and your knees feel weak. You hope the one you give him back makes you look normal. You fiddle around with your things, bring out your laptop and books, and sigh.

Crisis averted. You made it in one piece. You tap the power on button, turning your laptop to face you. Wait a little bit. And nothing.

It's out of charge.

You tap furiously on the button, as if it will somehow make something happen.

“Fucking shit.” You whisper, digging in your bag for the charger, that you know is not there.

You feel eyes on you, and you look to your side. Jason is watching you, an amused smile gracing his lips. You feel heat rise to your cheeks and you look away.

“Sorry, I just- I forgot my charger. And my laptops out”

He hums under his breath, low and deep in his chest. “Not your day, is it?”

“No, it’s really not. It’s where I take all my notes.” You slump in your chair, rubbing a hand over your face.

He slides a piece of paper over to you. “It’s okay. Professor Levine won’t call on you if you sit this far back. He takes offence. Makes him think you’re avoiding him.”

“Surely that would make him want to call on us.”

Jason shrugs. “He’s different like that.”

You huff. You open your anthology. You’re studying Keats, one of your favourites. Despite the constant reminders that your chosen degree would get you nowhere, you love literature, evident by the copious amount of annotations you’d done. It wasn’t part of the syllabus but you thought it was fun.

A hand reaches over, hovering over your book. Jason’s, bigger thank yours, with a large watch around its wrist. Not that you were checking.

“Can I look?”

You nod. You try not to watch his deft fingers slip between the pages (try not to think about where else they could slip) and write meaningless things on the sheet of paper he’d given you. You can’t focus on the lecture, only your need for his approval of your work.

“This is incredible. You did this all on your own?” His eyes don't leave the paper as he continues to flick through.

You laugh nervously, “Yeah, I’ve got a lot of free time.”

“Oh, I love this one.”

He points to Modern Love. You smile, nodding excitedly.

“Yeah, that’s my favourite! I don’t know why, but there's something so cool about one of the best Romantic poets ever writing a poem about how people put so much pressure on romance, you know? Especially in the era he was in.”

You mouth shuts. You laugh nervously.

“Sorry. I'm rambling.”

“Don’t be sorry. It’s cute.”

You don’t have time to try and dignify a response through the shiver that runs down your spine, because Professor Levine clears his throat loudly from across the room. You look over and he’s staring right at the two of you (who are considerably closer than you were when you’d sat down).

“Is there something more interesting you two are discussing? Like perhaps how to show up to my lectures on time?”

Jason snorts and you duck your head. “Sorry, professor.”

The rest of the lecture is spent like something out of a high school classroom. He scribbles notes in the margin on your paper, and you draw little stars across the page. You’ve not spoken before, but you spend the whole time whispering to each other. He shows you his favourite poems, and you pretend they aren’t yours too.

It’s a shame, really. Deep down, you wish you didn’t get along with him so well. If not for the way he looks right at you when he speaks, breath fanning over your face as he leans down to say something, but for the fact you’ll never speak again. The two of you will pack your things and part ways, and you’ll spend the next lesson in your usual seat with a fully charged laptop, thinking about him. He’ll just be another story your friends will drag out of you over a glass of wine, the day when you sat with the sexiest boy on campus.

The lecture ends, and the two of you leave side by side. You avoid eye contact with your professor and pause outside the door.

“Thank you for the paper. And letting me sit next to you.”

Your hands awkwardly grasp at the straps of your bag. Of course today of all days you’d look so messy. You’re not wearing makeup, and you know your shirt is wrinkled. He looks effortless in a shirt that curls over his biceps oh, so perfectly.

“It’s no problem.”

Silence spills between the two of you. You nod once.

“Well. Bye, Jason.”

You turn to walk away, but you don’t make it far. A hand grabs your arm. You look back, and it's Jason, all smiling and nervous. He drops your arm, and shoots you another one of his boyish grins.

“Do you want to get some coffee? We can go over our notes. Get you back on Levine's good side.”

You should probably say no. Boys like Jason are the kind that could ruin you.

“Yeah. I’d love to.”

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AUTHORS NOTE

my first oneshot!! I hope you all like it, and plz leave requests or if u want a part two 🩷

[remiratboi]

Part 5! This is the first part that assigns more gender I guess to the reader, but it’s mostly g/n. Reader is afab, but she/they. Honestly I’m kind of indifferent to their gender, so if someone really cares that it’s they/them, not she/they, let me know and I can absolutely adjust.

First | Previous

You spent the evening alternating between disappointed, embarrassed and annoyed. It surprised you how hard it was to keep your mind off of it. Normally rejection rolled off of you. You were pretty used to it, unfortunately. Dating while fat was… something else.

But this was different somehow. You cared this time. It hit you like a truck when you realized it. For the first time, in a very long time, you cared.

You hated it. You hated giving someone that power. Being vulnerable wasn’t something you did well.

You had spend your entire life being “too much”. You were too big, both in personality and body. You were too loud, you had too many emotions, and thoughts. You talked too much. And people were not scared to tell you. You couldn’t even count the times and ways people had defined you as “too much”. The blatant words, the subtle actions, the micro aggressions. That was your life.

But not him. He had told you his favourite thing about you was how much you talked. Which, honestly, felt fake, but it was hard not to believe his genuine eyes. He had done so many things to make you think he…

You instinctively shut down that train of thought. You shouldn’t get your hopes up. He’s made it clear you read things wrong.

The next day came slowly. It was raining. You rolled over in bed, not eager to start the day. You debated going back to sleep, when you heard dishes clinking.

You shot up, fear ripping through your chest. Had you imagined that? No. You heard it again.

A chill settled in your bones as you carefully, silently, crawled out of bed. You wore a skimpy tank top that barely covered you. It was low cut, you never wore a binder/bra, you didn’t need to, you had been blessed with only tiny handfuls for tits, and it rested under your waist showing your lower stomach. The booty shorts you wore didn’t make things any better. They were practically underwear. You debated trying to throw more clothes on, but knew the closet doors creaked.

The little cabin was small, but the bedrooms were on one side, and the kitchen on the complete opposite. You made your way towards it, picking up a badminton racket on the way. It had been discarded in the hallway after another one of your activities with Ollie.

You raised the racket above your shoulder and took a deep breath to steel yourself. This was it. You slowly stepped around the corner. Your mind filled with monsters and villains.

The tall, pale green half orc bent over the stove with his back to you was not what you were expecting. You practically sobbed with relief.

“Ollie?!” You demanded, your voice cracking and sounding a lot more desperate than you’d like. He turned slightly, but didn’t look away from whatever he was doing.

“Good morning!” He said cheerily. “Sorry if I woke you. I just wanted to make you breakfast to make up for yesterday.” He continued. You noticed now milk and eggs on the counter. The smell of food wafted towards you.

You didn’t say anything. Your brain was struggling to compute. You had like 7 questions. How had he got in? Why did he do this? Why did he think it was ok? But most importantly, what does he mean ‘make up for yesterday’?!

Just as you realized you’d been standing there, slackjawed, not answering, for far too long, he turned. As soon as he saw you, he froze. His cheeks went dark green and the flipper he was holding clattered to the ground. You were confused for about .02 whole seconds before you remembered you were almost naked.

“Uh, I’ll be right back.” You blurted out and raced back to your room. You threw the door shut and leaned against it. What the hell was he doing here? In your cabin! While you were asleep!

Your mind raced as you threw a loose tee over the tank, and a pair of thin sweats on. You made your way back to the kitchen.

“Ollie, I think we need to talk about boundaries-” you started. You stopped when you noticed the front door was open. You looked from the door to the kitchen. He was gone. A thin plume of smoke started on the stove. Something was burning.

A quick toss of the pan into the sink dealt with that. You turned off the burner and leaned on the counter in bafflement.

No, fuck that! He doesn’t get to just run away from this!

You ran after him.

Hope you enjoyed it! :) the support I’ve been getting has been incredible! You’re all so lovely!! Next part of a bit more serious, and the part after is spicy! (If I follow my plan) I think it will be about 3-4 more parts. (Again if I follow my plan) Thank you for following along with me!

[itsgodepi]

If I lose my mind | Ch. 5

Series summary: When you're buried under a mountain of problems and can’t seem to catch a break, it might feel like you need a complete reset. But did it really have to come with a one-way ticket to a new dimension? Surely, a little problem-solving would’ve done the trick. Or, one day you go to sleep as a normal person and the next you wake up as a Formula One driver. You've never been a fan but isn't it like, one of the most exclusive sports? Pairing: CL16, LH44, CS55, DR3 x fem!reader Chapter: Previous | Next Word Count: 3k Also on AO3

Reading your own Wikipedia page is quite a strange experience. Paragraph after paragraph of your life written on the internet for everybody to see, from the day you were born all the way to this very moment. 

You do not know if the fact that none of it is true is for better or worse. 

Some parts are accurate, information about your hometown, date of birth, relatives' names and... that’s about it really. According to this biography, not only have you been the runner-up for a Formula 3 championship, but you are also a Formula 2 champion, which is good you guess, for someone that did not even know those kinds of competitions existed. As of two hours ago, Formula One was the only championship with those kinds of cars you had ever heard about, but there are so many. Too many actually. In a section of your page named ‘junior racing career’ —which is in itself a crazy sentence to read—, it even says something about karting’s championships and an academy thing, concepts you are not sure if you want to understand. 

Oh, and the most important part, you are a Formula 1 driver, a statement endlessly repeated throughout the text. They even claim this to be your second year on the motorsport, ‘not a rookie anymore’ they say, as if yesterday’s race was not the first one you have ever watched from start to finish. 

Still, if being pushed into a Formula One car and a whole Wikipedia page was not enough of a confirmation, you can find a million articles online that certify your participation in the sport. Webs filled with photos of you with the cars, dressed in full gear and with that stupid blue helmet, the situation getting worse and worse with every tap of your finger. 

How is any of this possible? 

The rabbit hole that seems to be your ‘life’ keeps you awake night after night, new information slapping you in the face every two minutes while you try to navigate what appears to be a Formula One driver’s normal schedule. Nick makes sure of that last part at least. 

The first step on that agenda had been to fly out of Austria, a place you cannot comprehend how you had arrived to when you were in Spain just yesterday. It is not like you were having the best time of your life there, finishing the third month of your external internship in a city you thought was already too far away from home, but this change looks a bit excessive. The possibility of being in a completely different country had seemed so absurd at first, when a list called Austrian GP came up as one of the top results in your research, and yet with a simple look to the navigation app, your worst nightmare had been confirmed. From your trip to the airport, to the arrival to another country, France, and to a new hotel, Nick walking you through every step of the process and only leaving you alone once you are back in the hotel room. 

The next few days follow a similar dynamic, mornings spent trailing behind Nick without a clue of what happens around you and long nights glued to the phone, the date for the next GP —or whatever they call it— getting closer and closer.  

You are not ready to repeat last Sunday’s events, an engine failure had saved you from the inevitable end, but you might not be so lucky next time. There is no way you are stepping into that car again, that is for sure, and even less so when you have not figured out what brought you here in the first place.  

Although you had drowned yourself in information about your supposed life the first nights in France, the need to discover what was happening to you had quickly managed to overpower that curiosity. From the moment Nick knocks on your door early on the morning to the hours you lay awake on bed looking for anything that could explain this madness, you spend every second of the day looking for an explanation.  

A kidnapping had been the most credible theory from day one, the way you had woken up to all those screams and the men surrounding you, how Nick had come into your hotel room that morning and pushed you to drive with no regard for your safety. It made sense. However, the articles posted all over the internet told a very different story. There is too much information about you, some posts even dating back to when you were a child, photos and videos that cannot be simply edited and uploaded to make you believe you have gone crazy. You have driven a Formula One car on an official race, for crying out loud, that is not something anybody can orchestrate. 

To be honest, the whole Formula One thing had knocked down quite a few of your guesses. What could someone gain from making you, a nobody, believe they are a motorsport driver?   

In fact, the only theory that could easily explain everything that had happened to you in the past few days is that: none of this is real. A dream. You can vividly remember dozing off on your bed, that sensation of falling down and then suddenly waking up in that unfamiliar place. It could be the reason why you had blacked out when the car exited the garage, why everyone knew you, and could also explain the existence of all those false stories on the internet.  

You had made all of this up. 

That had indeed been one of your first assumptions, or at least had been an easy way for your mind to let go of all the worries in such an unnerving situation. If this was not real, there was nothing to stress about, no danger in sight. Your alarm will go off any moment now and you will be one day closer to ending this internship and going back home. Tomorrow will be a new day. 

Despite this, as time goes by, it becomes harder and harder to hold onto this happy thought. 

Stepping foot into the new track is a breaking point. It is Friday, five days have gone by and nothing has changed, the countdown to the next race weighting down on your mind as you walk through what Nick had called the paddock. It is that strange street again, the one lined by those colorful buildings but in a completely different country —another clue that this was indeed not real, you were clearly lacking imagination to be recycling sceneries like this. 

They had brough you here yesterday as well, for a tour around the track that had set your nerves alight. Thankfully, you had done nothing but wander around the circuit for a while, be surrounded by a couple cameras, have a meeting with the engineers and go back to the hotel for another sleepless night.  

Maybe you should sleep more —which sounds quite contradictory when you are supposedly already dreaming— because, when the events of last Sunday start repeating themselves, you do not even have the strength to push back. Nick manages once again to lure you into the white building and prepare you for what he calls practice, but the reality is that just the sight of that Formula One car on the garage makes you heart drop to the pit of your stomach. 

“Don’t worry about times,” a man who has been following you all day says “Let’s see if everything feels good first and we’ll talk things over for FP2”.  

A lot of changes had been made to the car since Austria, that is what all the meetings had been about. You had silently sat down through all of them, nodding along to the engineers’ words as if you understood any of it. 

Now that you are seated in the car, blue helmet and jumpsuit on, you can only wish that whatever broke the car in Austria has not been fixed. That the engine won’t even start, and you will have to retire again. It is hard enough to listen to the rest of the cars exiting their own garages, their engines revving like they might explode.  

How they have managed to put you on the spot yet again, that you do not understand. And it is not only a one-time thing, but they easily make you jump in the car later the day for a second practice. 

When you are finally helped out of the car the second time, body uncontrollably trembling and a static sound filling your ears, you feel an unusual sense of calmness. The whole ride had felt like such a clear sign that none of this is real, it can’t be. Both practices had gone by in the blink of an eye, just like it had happened in Austria, a fade to black and you are back where you started. You do not even remember seeing other cars on the road or how you got back to the garage. Nothing. The only proof that you had driven around for hours being the fatigue consuming your body, something that backs the dreaming theory up so perfectly. 

They say you have done great though, so that is something.  

Nevertheless, it feels nice to be back on normal clothes, like there is less of a target on your back for the cameras and other strangers, but it is still difficult to keep a low profile when you are walking through the paddock with the team’s merchandising. Nick is guiding you out to the last meeting of the day, after you have fulfilled all the media duties and team reunions that have kept you on the track since your arrival this morning. He says this driver’s briefing thing should not last long, that it is quite late already, and they are probably thinking more about going back home than anything.  

The meeting is on another building, one you had not even noticed in your two days here, Nick leading you inside and up some stairs until you find the meeting room. When he opens the door, you realize there is already people seated inside, the sound of their mixed talks now filling the long corridor. You recognize some of them, not from the team meetings but from Austria, other drivers.  

The room is furnished as a classroom, a projector on the right wall and the rest of the space filled with rows of chairs. There are not many people in it yet, Nick had said it would be better to get there early before people start crowding the entrance and now you understood why. Your gaze instantly zeroes in on Lewis, a tiny smile pulling at your lips while Nick guides you to some seats, deciding to leave your things with him and go say hello. You have not seen him since Austria, after you had spent the entire pre-race ceremony talking to him, and now that you have kind of ruled out the possibility that he is a kidnapper, you have realized that maybe he was just being nice. 

Yet, before you can take more than two steps away from Nick, you feel someone pulling at your hand. You come to a sudden stop, looking back to see a man seated in the row in front of you and Nick’s seat regarding you with a huge grin on his lips. He has dark hair and big brown eyes that seem to be staring into your soul. 

“Oh c’mon, you’re not even going to say hello because I didn’t get you cookies last week?” the man chuckles, tilting his head as he looks up at you like he cannot believe what you were about to do “Isn’t that too much?” 

Even though his tone is light and jokey, you cannot help but frown at him. Why would you greet him when you don’t know him in the first place? And why is he holding your hand? 

Instead of letting go when you stand there in silence, too stunned to react to his words, he decides to pull you down into the seat next to his “Didn’t Charles get you some? You are being greedy at this point” he jokes once you are seated, not a word leaving your lips. 

Oh, Charles, you remember him from Austria as well. Actually, he was wearing the same exact red shirt as this man, a detail that the abrupt start of the conversation had left you blind to. The Ferrari logo in both his chest and cap are even more of a telltale of who he must be. Charles’ teammate. 

“They were nice...” you respond, crossing your legs and relaxing back on the chair now that you have gathered your bearings. It is true, you had been munching on those cookies throughout the race after your disqualification, Nick bringing them over to you as a treat to distract you. 

The man shakes his head in disbelief, smile widening as he assures you “I'll get you a full basket next time, don’t worry” 

The promise genuinely makes you smile, he seems nice. 

“How’s the car doing?” the man queries, crossing his arms over his chest as he looks around 

You can almost feel the media training kicking in, pre-made phrases hanging off the tip of your tongue, they have been putting a microphone in your face and asking you about it all morning. Nonetheless, you manage to push it all down, it finally feels like you are having a normal conversation after this stressful week, you are not about to parrot the engineers' words for the millionth time “Well, it hasn’t caught fire yet...”  

The man seems to like that answer, letting out a giggle and a “That’s an improvement” while he nods in understanding. There is a moment of silence that follows, his eyes set on your face as if he was waiting for something that does not come. Is he expecting a more in-depth response or something? Yet, before you can decide on what to do, he finally wills himself to say what he has been thinking ever since you entered the room “So... are you feeling better?”  

The question catches you off guard at first, the conversation taking a more serious turn than you had expected —or wanted. Should you say you are great, just to shut down the topic entirely? The room is filling up with people by the second and it is not like you are about to open your heart to a total stranger. Or are you supposed to give the same response Nick had made you repeat over and over again in front of the journalists? ‘I’m perfectly fine now, it was pure exhaustion’. 

“I’m-” you start saying, mind not really having decided on what lie to tell, when someone pats your head. 

You rise your head to look behind you, both to see who it is and to get away from their touch —what is with this people taking such liberties?—, the man by your side doing the same. Standing tall behind your row of chairs is none other than the man you have spent day and nights thinking about: Daniel. 

“Ready for the two hours briefing?” he sighs with a raised eyebrow, his hand traveling down to your shoulder when you turn your body around to talk to him. This is the first time you have seen the man out of that bright orange jumpsuit, now sporting a shirt of the same color instead, logos drawn all over it. He is still wearing that matching cap though. 

“So dramatic...” the man seated by your side snickers, the previous chat seemingly forgotten “We should do a twenty-four-hour briefing just for you” 

“Mate,” Daniel says with a half-smile, pointing at you with a tilt of his head “she wasn’t here last year” 

That must mean something you do not understand because it is all the man in red needs to groan out loud, his face falling in defeat at the prospect of having to sit through such a long meeting. On the other hand, you can only sit there with your eyebrows furrowed, Nick had assured you would be out of here in no time. And of course you were not here last year, or ever, you have not- but your inner monologue gets suddenly interrupted by the one phrase you have been telling yourself all day: none of this is real, you’re dreaming. 

“What? No, she was driving here last year” another voice joins the conversation, his statement sharp and direct. You lean your body forward to see who it is, he has taken a seat on the other side of the man in red and his body is blocking the stranger’s face, eyes widening when you recognize him. Charles. 

“It was still Mazepin in France, he almost crashed into Kimi remember?” Daniel corrects him with a side grin “She started after the break in... was it Silverstone?” 

Daniel looks at you for confirmation on this one, the other two men also lowering their gaze to yours, waiting. You are so overwhelmed though, it feels so strange, the fact that they are talking so categorically about things that have not ever happened. What is Mazepin? Kimi? And Silverstone? What break? The pressure of the situation getting to you in the worst possible moment. 

So you end up doing what you do best, nod along to whatever the other person says even though you do not understand anything. That is what you have done to the engineers, to the media, to Nick and now to these three men before the start of a briefing that you won’t understand a word of either.  

Afterall, none of this matter, this is only a dream, right? 

Next Chapter

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Mom Alastor week day seven: labor/birth word count: 2.6k

TWs: graphic birth scenes, surprise baby authors note: and that’s a wrap to Alastor mom week, even though I’m hella late to it- I actually really enjoyed writing up all of these!

Story under cut!

“You were due yesterday..” Alastor muttered, staring at the calendar that had bright red X’s marked through it up until today.

This pregnancy wasn’t easy by any means, he was truly done with it. He simply wanted his energy back.

But this baby- being the king of hell’s was stubborn as could be. Giving a sigh, he set down his pen once more. Eyes drifting down to his low sitting bump.

Truth be told, he had been experiencing pains for the last several days, but figured it was just his body’s way of preparing for actual labor.

“Let’s go get some tea hmm?” He spoke aloud, earning a lazy kick from the baby. “I suppose you agree-“He mumbled, smile stretched thin. Clearly running low on positive energy as Charlie would like to call it.

The baby felt so heavy on his already small pelvis. But he knew this likely wouldn’t change until they decided to make their appearance.

He wasn’t in his usual suit, having opted for a nightgown, the only thing that truly felt comfortable around his large frame.

Making his way down the stairs was a bit difficult, out of breath by the time he reached the bottom. Brows furrowed, he paused- leaning heavily into his cane as he cradled his tight middle.

“Ah..” his brow quivered as he felt a real pain- definitely not a false one. It actually hurt, which had caught him off guard as he gripped thd base of the staircase.

As it let up, he straightened himself (or at least the best he could), shuffling into the small community kitchen (at least that’s what Charlie called it), rummaging around for the tea he tended to keep on hand while the water boiled in the kettle on the stove top.

“Whatcha ya doing?” A familiar voice spoke from the doorway as Alastor’s eye twitched.

He recognized that annoying voice anywhere.

Lucifer.

What was the king of hell doing up this late anyway? Alastor hadn’t seen him up this late ever before at the hotel.

Giving a sigh, he turned around to face the other, blinking slowly a few times. Not at all surprised with the others' duck attire for sleeping.

“I am making tea-“ Alastor spoke, deciding to keep his answer short and simple. Hoping the other would simply leave.

But that didn’t seem to be the case, watching as Lucifer snapped his fingers- a chair appearing near Alastor as the king of hell scooted it closer with his foot.

“You should sit down-“ Lucifer shrugged, stretching his arms over his head. “You look like your about to fall over-“ he mused, eyes wandering to the radio demons' swollen middle.

“I am just fine!” Alastor snapped, radio static creeping up in the background as he glared at the other.

Though the chair did look tempting- he wasn’t entirely used to standing this long. Most days were spent confined to his chair or bed, not having the energy to move around the hotel like he used to.

“Hey— listen, I’m just trying to help-“ Lucifer raised his hands up in surrender.

Alastor sighed, finally sitting down, almost crying from the relief he felt. At least until another twinge of pain hit, this time more pronounced, making him grip the counter top with a grunt.

“You good?” Lucifer questioned as he stood at the stone, in the middle of preparing Alastor’s tea. Since Alastor became pregnant, Lucifer trailed behind him like a lost puppy.

He had figured out most of the things Alastor liked, including the way his tea was prepped (even if that was Nifty’s help more then anything). But with the way the other looked at the moment, he was starting to have doubts about Alastor being okay. He sure didn’t look okay-

“I said I’m fine-“ Alastor spoke, straightening himself up as he eyed the cup warily. He wasn’t exactly fond of people preparing his food (or drink for that matter really), but he was allowing Lucifer to help for the time being. He wasn’t even sure why he was letting the other help him if he was being honest. Lucifer was the one that put him into this damned situation after all.

Lucifer eyed him up once more, giving a sigh as he held out the cup of tea to the radio demon.

“Careful it’s—“ Lucifer paused, cutting himself off. He felt a bit stupid for reminding Alastor the damn cup was hot.

“Yes I’m aware it’s hot-“ Alastor muttered, though there wasn’t much of a bite to his words. He was just too tired to truly care at that moment.

Taking a sip of his tea, he gave a small hum- surprised (and delighted- though he’d never outwardly say that to the king of hell) that the tea tasted delicious. Just the way he liked it.

At least until he felt another pain, and a sudden release of pressure in his pelvis.

The wetness between his legs was startling, ears pinned down as he immediately set the cup down on the counter. Swearing under his breath as the rapidly growing wet spot.

That had caught Lucifer’s attention, mouth gaped open as he stared at the radio demon.

“What was that?” Lucifer blurted out, of course he knew what it was- he had been through labor himself with Charlie. But he hadn’t experienced someone else being in labor, so he was honestly clueless.

“What do you think it was?!” Alastor hissed, glaring at the other. His ears still pinned.

“Oh shit..” Lucifer muttered, awkwardly standing there- at a complete loss on what to do.

At least until Alastor started making his way to the door.

“Wait!” Lucifer cried, quickly following behind the other. “What are you doing?!” He asked, completely dumbfounded on the fact that Alastor was seeming to head back upstairs.

“I’m going upstairs..” Alastor paused, turning his head to look at the other with an equally confused expression.

He wasn’t about to start panicking, there was no real need, or at least he hoped.

While he didn’t know exact things about childbirth, he figured this would take quite a while from the bits he could remember of his mothers work from his human life.

“By yourself?” Lucifer asked, still staring at the other, so tense he looked ready to explode it seemed like.

“Yes..” Alastor trailed off, still staring back at Lucifer like the other had grown two heads.

“Why?!” Lucifer’s eyes were as big as saucers.

“I can do this by myself-“ Alastor spoke bluntly, as Lucifer continued to stare.

‘Or at least I hope-‘ was the thought that occurred to Alastor as another pain suddenly dawned on him. This time it was likely the strongest one yet, he barely had time to grip the doorway as he let out an audible gasp.

Lucifer was there in an instance, slowly helping the other down onto his knees. “Hey hey—“ Lucifer spoke, offering his hand out for Alastor to squeeze.

“It’s alright— it’ll be over in a minute-“ Lucifer spoke, voice soft.

Alastor couldn’t speak, his eyes screwed shut, teeth grit.

As the contraction finally let up, he sagged against the doorframe.

At that moment, he knew he needed help. Even if he really didn’t want it, he was beginning to realize this was something he couldn’t do alone.

“Fine.. I will allow you to help me..” Alastor finally spoke, raising his head to look at the other.

“Oh!” Lucifer blinked, helping the other slowly stand back up. He wasn’t expecting Alastor to allow it, nerves settling in his stomach.

“Well, first things first- let’s get you upstairs and into your tower-“ Lucifer explained, allowing the laboring demon to lean against him as they walked.

The way up the stairs was miserable for Alastor, with his waters now gone- he could feel just how low the baby was sitting.

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The next several hours were spent in a daze, struggling between each contraction.

Now finally in his transition stage, things were definitely picking up, he had stripped out of his nightgown. It felt far too constricting in his current state.

He hadn’t been allowing Lucifer to touch him, but at the moment he was allowing the other to wipe down his face with a cool washcloth. Something or another of Lucifer fussing about him overheating. At this point he didn’t know or really care what the other was saying, the pains were so intense he was practically in tears.

This particular one seemed to drag on and on, his back tight, stomach just as tight. The pain even went down his legs (much to his surprise), it felt like he was having everything squeezed out of him.

“Lucifer-!” He suddenly gasped, the urge to push was strong- overwhelming even.

Ears pinned flat to his head, Alastor had struggled to pull himself into a semi sitting position against the pillows.

“Hm?” Lucifer was so focused on trying to make sure Alastor was okay, he had accidentally zoned out.

“I have to push-!” Alastor’s voice was staticky, broken. Panic clear on his features, eyes almost blown.

Lucifer grimaced at the sight before him, having never seen Alastor like this (or really being in a situation like this-), he felt a bit useless.

Pushing his feelings of self doubt away, he had settled on the end of the bed, gently nudging the others legs apart.

“On the next contraction, I want you to push okay?” He spoke, glancing up to Alastor who managed a nod.

Lucifer nodded, watching as the other began to push. Momentarily cursing at himself for allowing Lucifer to put him in such a vulnerable position, embarrassed the other was viewing him in such a pathetic state.

At least until he stopped pushing, the contraction had ended and his chest heaved as he desperately drew in a breath.

But the relief didn’t last for long, in fact things only seemed to get worse.

For the next few pushes, there seemed to be no real progress- at least until Lucifer let out a little yelp of surprise at the silver of blonde and red hair peaking out from Alastor.

The other was about to ask what was going on, but couldn’t form a proper sentence. Between the pressure settled in his pelvis and the slight sting, all he could manage was a little groan of discomfort before giving another push.

“Okay okay-“ Lucifer was scrambling to remember anything from Charlie’s birth as the head rapidly approached into a crown.

“Don’t push— just uh- let their head come free on its own, don’t need you tearing-“ he spoke, grabbing a towel to have ready.

Alastor wanted to argue, but knew Lucifer was likely right- he didn’t want to risk injury to himself or the child.

Blowing out a few shaky breaths, the two sat in tense silence before Alastor suddenly cried out, the head having popped free completely.

With shaking hands, Lucifer reached to cradle the baby’s head. Fighting back tears.

“Let them turn-!” He couldn’t help but sound excited, trying his hardest not to chuckle at the exhausted glare Alastor gave him in return.

Alastor did as told, allowing the baby to turn before giving a final push.

He hadn’t even realized the newborn was on top of his chest until she began coughing and squalling loudly.

She was a messy little thing, angry too it seemed like.

He just laid there, frozen on the spot- he wasn’t even sure what to do. Looking up at Lucifer with mild panic.

The king of hell couldn’t help it- he laughed. Not so much out of spite for Alastor’s situation, but more so for glee. Another daughter. Another child. Something he had wanted for so long.

“Just.. just hold her Al-“ he spoke, moving to sit beside the other, all while trying not to crowd the other.

Alastor grimaced, realizing she was covered in blood and other bodily fluids, but he couldn’t resist the urge to nudge the top of her head with a tiny bleating noise. Something to comfort her with, something only she and him knew.

Almost immediately her cries settled down, she was curled into Alastor. Her little face all scrunched up as she rooted against the soft fur of her mothers chest.

The small family had settled into silence once again, though it hadn’t lasted long. Alastor was starting to feel uncomfortable once more, figuring it was just the afterbirth wanting to pass.

“Lucifer..” he huffed, carefully setting the now sleeping baby into the bassinet that was beside the bed, wanting to make sure she was safe.

“Yeah?” Lucifer perked up, forcing himself to take his eyes off the sleeping newborn.

“After birth..” Alastor spoke, voice low- exhaustion lacing his voice.

“Oh! Yeah!” Lucifer nodded, hurriedly scooting back to his orginal spot.

Though something was wrong- whatever was trying to come out certainly didn’t look like afterbirth. Rather it looked like hair.

Lucifer’s heart sank- realizing Alastor was delivering a surprise twin. He honestly wasn’t even sure how to tell the other of this.

“Uhh Al..” he spoke, looking up at the other. Noticing the frustration on Alastor’s face, the radio demon could’ve sworn the after birth wasn’t this difficult to deliver!

“What?” He hissed out in annoyance as Lucifer swallowed thickly.

“Uhh.. that’s.. that’s not after birth..” Lucifer decided to cut to the chase, knowing Alastor wasn’t one to mess with.

“That’s umm… another head- and a much bigger head it seems like..” Lucifer spoke, trailing off as nerves began to bubble up again.

He knew Alastor had been struggling and from how tight things looked down there, he was wondering if the other could even deliver naturally now.

If it wasn’t for the look of concern on Lucifer’s face, Alastor would’ve thought the other was playing some cruel joke on him.

He couldn’t help it- suddenly letting out an exhausted meek sob.

He couldn’t do this- not again. All he wanted was some proper rest, not to try to deliver another baby!

“Hey hey—“ Lucifer began. “Al-“ he stopped, swallowing thickly as he pushed his feelings down once again.

“Alastor!” His voice rose, finally getting the other to look at him.

“You gotta breathe..” he explained, “and maybe move positions-“ he explained, grimacing at the memory of Charlie briefly getting stuck during her delivery.

Alastor paused, staring at the other- eyes wide with panic. All he could do was nod, for once allowing Lucifer to actually have skin to skin contact.

With a bit of difficulty (and swearing), Alastor had rested on his hands and knees.

That seemed to help move the unknown baby along, the head had quickly crowned as Alastor struggled to breath.

“You're doing great Al..” Lucifer muttered, he couldn’t help but grimace at the loud static noise as the head popped free.

“Just keep breathing!” Lucifer spoke, reaching to cradle the head as the baby began to turn.

With no real warning, she had fell out into Lucifer’s hands.

“Whoa!” Lucifer couldn’t help but let out a startled laugh, her cries sounded like music to his ears.

Quickly getting Alastor settled back against the pillows, he had handed the radio demon the much larger of the twins.

Alastor was struggling to come down from his shock (even if he was hiding it).

“Ah..” he mused, “so it must’ve been you causing all the trouble…” he mused, running his claws against the soft red hair as the newborn squirm and wriggle, finally getting comfortable against Alastor.

Lucifer couldn’t help it- he was bawling from where he sat.

Sniffling from where he sat, he couldn’t help but give a watery little smile to Alastor.

“Thank you..” Lucifer whispered, looking between the two fast asleep babies.

“For what?” Alastor muttered, clearly not catching on.

“For giving me a new found family-“ Lucifer spoke, voice and smile soft.

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Nevermore Student!Tyler x Thorpe!Reader pt 3

pt 1   pt 4  ao3         

This is smaller than previous chapters but it's finals week so I most likely won't be able to update this week. Have this little treat while I struggle with my master's

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Monday morning starts as most Monday mornings do. Way too early. It might’ve not been so awful if you haven’t spent most of the night lying awake, overanalyzing every little thing you said and did last night. But what else could you do? Last night was the most surreal experience of your life, and now you’re kind of afraid it was all just a very vivid dream. But you know it wasn’t. Deep down you feel the tug of this odd new bond. You want to see Tyler. Make sure he’s okay. He looked so worried and unsure yesterday, you wanted to do something—anything—to snap him out of that state. Thinking under pressure is not your strongest suit, let’s be honest. You just hope he wasn’t weirded out by your affections.

So there you are: groggy, anxious, and desperate to wrap yourself in a blanket burrito and wallow in your woes. Ugh, that’s how you usually imagine Xavier’s pastime.

Bianca is one of them morning people—you can’t relate—so by the time you drag your miserable form out of bed, she’s already dressed and almost done with her makeup.

You take a shower, blow dry your hair, and steam your uniform. All under thirty minutes time—because you’re a virtuoso of the fine art of being late without actually being late.

Nevermore allows minimal alterations to the uniforms as long as they don’t contradict the overall sense of integrity. Most people don’t bother, preferring to simply accessorize, but that’s no fun so you had the blazer tailored to button asymmetrically. You pair it with a white silk blouse and wide-leg velvet pants. It’s not exactly in compliance with uniform regulations, but you doubt someone will actually notice and you want to look cute. You opt for classical black Derbys to complete the look and as a jest, decide to take the bag that Xavier gave you as a gift a few Christmases ago. It’s a sizable Jigglypuff plushie bag with a long strap. Surprisingly, it can fit quite a lot. So you pack a blank notebook, a few pens and highlighters, and head out for the day.

The dining hall is in utter chaos. You thought it was busy yesterday morning, but it seems that at least a third of the residents must’ve slept in on Sunday because right now it’s completely topsy-turvy.

The buffet area resembles a warzone and you can’t even see the cereal because of all the people crowding the stand. You skip it altogether and decide that a strong cup of green tea will have to get you through until lunch. You’ll have to wake up earlier from now on to be able to grab breakfast before the rush starts. Fuuuck.

You’re anxiously approaching the far corner table because the possibility that after he had time to sleep on it Tyler decided that you are in fact a grade-A weirdo seems all too real to your sleep-deprived brain. So yeah, you aren’t 100% sure he won’t file for a restriction order, but you try to be optimistic.

You plop your ass on the chair near Tyler’s and announce with way more confidence than you feel: “Good morning sunshine.”

You’ve already started this weird game so you refuse to quit now.

Tyler looks up and his tense frown is immediately replaced by a beaming smile.

Your heart does a cartwheel.

“Morning,” he says. He clearly got there earlier than the avalanche of teenagers went down on the buffet, because he has a delicious-looking plate of scramble in front of him and a steaming cup of coffee. Not something you personally would go for this early in the morning, but you’re jealous nonetheless. “The Fruit Loops were long gone by the time I got here, but I managed to grab you a Snickers,” he says shyly, extending you the candy bar. It's a bit mangled but otherwise intact. “You don’t seem like an English breakfast kind of gal to me,” he adds.

This is literally the cutest shit ever, you think, while your face is doing things of the blushing and grinning variety that you have absolutely no control of.

“You’re literally an angel,” you inform him with all seriousness. “I saw the carnage that was going on out there and decided to grab some tea and get the hell out while I still had all my limbs about me. Like, I’m a lover, not a fighter. Especially not this early in the morning.”

Tyler laughs, “Some guy was actually ready to throw hands with me for the Snickers until he saw that I was… well, me. He looked like was about to piss his pants in fear.”

Tyler says it in good humor but it kind of cuts you unpleasantly, that people are afraid of him like that. All you see when you look at him is warmth and kindness. How do people miss it?

You notice a familiar head of curls stumbling through the dining hall, looking like he might get trampled any second now.

“Gimme a sec,” you say to Tyler and head out to retrieve the little lost pumpkin.

“Eugene, my dude, how are you this fine morning?” You grab his upper arm to steady him after someone bumps into him once again. “Do you have a place to sit?”

“Not really,” he says timidly.  “I don’t do well in crowded spaces.”

“Yeah, me either, buddy. Me and my friend Tyler,” you gesture in his vague direction, “sit in the corner there. Care to join us?”

Eugene eyes the table behind you apprehensively, but then, as if he decided something for himself, straightens up and says, “Sure. Thank you, y/n.”

“No probs.”

You lead him to the table and introduce each of them. “Eugene – Tyler, Tyler – Eugene.”

Tyler looks tense. “Hey,” he waves weakly, without looking Eugene in the eyes. His shoulders are hunched like he’s trying to curl in on himself.

“Hi,” Eugene gives him a small smile.

You’re not sure what’s the story here so you ask carefully, “Do you guys know each other?”

“I almost killed him last semester,” Tyler says gravely.

You look at Eugene, but he seems pretty determined when he says, “Yeah, but he didn’t.”

You sit down and Eugene takes the seat next to you, facing Tyler. “I read your letter,” he says. “Thank you for writing it and, you know, fighting Thornhill's command to kill me.”

What the fuck?

Tyler looks up at him, “I still landed you in hospital for over a month.”

“It’s still worth a lot that you tried, Tyler.”

Granted you’ve only talked to the guy twice, but you would’ve never expected to see Eugene so serious and confident.

“So,” Eugene extends his hand. “Fresh start?”

Tyler looks shell-shocked.

“Yeah, fresh start,” he takes the proffered hand. “Thank you.”

Eugene is back to normal—at least what you perceive as his normal—in a jiff, while Tyler seems to be lost in his thoughts so you decide to give him some time and turn your attention to Eugene.

“So I gave some thought to your proposal,” you start.

Eugene lights up with excitement.

“And I came to the conclusion that bees still irrevocably frighten me.”

Eugene’s face falls.

“Buuut, my sweet little pumpkin, fret not, I would still like to join.”

Eugene beams and Tyler, who emerged from his thoughts to join the conversation, looks between you two in amusement as you start explaining to Eugene that you want to make an Etsy store where he can sell the honey and donate the profits to the Bee-related charity of his choice.

“Of course, we’ll have to run it by Weems because there’s money involved in the matter, but I reckon as long as we donate it, she’ll be cool with it.”

“Do you think people will actually want to buy it?” Eugene asks hesitantly.

“We’ll make them want to buy it, my sweet summer child,” you assure him. “We’ll make a Tiktok account—I was thinking something like ‘Eugene’s Bees’, it has a nice ring to it—and we’ll make educational videos with, like, fun twists to them. The orders will start rolling in no time.”

“You’re like really into this,” Tyler remarks softly.

He smiles with one of those smiles that reaches his eyes and you completely lose your train of thought.

“Well, yeah, once I’m into something,” or someone, you don’t add, “it’s near impossible to throw me off.”

“Hm,” is all he replies, smiling mysteriously.

Eugene has to take off earlier to check on bees before class, so it’s just you and Tyler once again.

“You’re so ardent about this whole thing,” Tyler says. “It’s cool seeing you in your element, talking social media strategy. Very… attractive.”

You choke on a bit of Snickers you so unwisely bit off just a second ago.

“I’m very,” you cough out, “passionate about many things.”

Tyler smirks.

Oh God, did you just unwittingly make an innuendo? Shit, you didn’t even mean it like that!

You take a sip of tea as a measure to prevent words from leaving your mouth. You clearly need a moment to reestablish brain-to-mouth connection.

“Listen, I was thinking…” Tyler starts.

And doesn’t continue.

A pause stretches out.

In the end, your curiosity outweighs the fear of saying something dumb.

“Yeah?” You prompt.

“We should exchange phone numbers,” he says hastily, and you have a feeling he was going to say something else but changed his mind at the last moment.

“Oh. Yeah, sure,” you pull out your phone.

“Is that a flip phone?” Tyler asks, sounding almost in awe.

“It’s Galaxy flip,” you smile, showing him the folding screen. “My dad did a commercial for Samsung a few months ago and they gave him a few of these. They’re not very practical, but they are super cute and you can wear charms on them,” you jiggle the little Hello Kitty charm to draw his eyes to it. “I also like to put different stickers on the case and-”

Tyler catches the charm in his fingers to take a closer look. His hand brushes yours and you freeze mid-sentence, not able to remember how to take a breath.

You’re not usually that awkward around boys. You’ve met Timothee Chalamet once, for crying out loud! And you were very chill about it and told him he was great in Dune. Why is it that around Tyler you turn into a bumbling mess who talks—and what’s more worrying acts—before forming a cohesive thought?

“Y/n?” Tyler looks at you expectantly, extending his hand.

“Right!” You pass him the phone, almost dropping it in the process.

He punches in the numbers but leaves the field ‘contact name’ empty. You stare at it dumbly while he takes out his phone.

You type in Ty and after a moment's deliberation add a heart emoji. It’s just cute, it doesn’t have to mean anything, you tell yourself like a lying liar who lies.

Tyler hands you his phone. It’s a beat-up iPhone 7. The screen is cracked so badly, you can hardly see anything on the lower part. You’re afraid it might give up on its clearly long-suffering existence if you as much as breathe at it wrong.

Tyler senses your apprehension and says, “Those late-night strolls in the woods did not work out all that great for it.”

He sounds embarrassed and you don’t know if it's because the strolls in the woods are a thing in the first place, or is it because he can’t afford a new phone. Either way, you feel like shit for drawing attention to it.

You put in your number, leaving the ‘contact name’ field empty as well. “There you go.”

“Right,” he says, “yeah, umm, good. I gotta go now, but I’ll see you around, yeah?”

“Of course,” you smile sunnily.

Why is he so nervous all of a sudden?

He gets up, grabs his backpack, and then leans in and kisses you on the cheek.

“Have a great first day, y/n,” he says and then promptly blasts out of the dining hall at a speed that you’re sure is not entirely human.

You hear Bianca's rambunctious laughter and turn to look at their table. You see her double down from laughing so hard, eyes on your brother who’s currently gripping a butter knife like he wants to commit manslaughter with it.

You’re probably gonna laugh your ass off about it too. But not right now. Right now you just sit there with the most ridiculous grin on your face thinking oh how the turn tables.

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Author’s note: the turn tables thing is from The Office

Btw, on ao3 every chapter is named after a song so if you’d like to hear what I listen to when I write, come check it out!

[lost-girl-2021]

Brightside (Spoiler)

Yo, some people have asked about Brightside. I'm not sure if I'll get around to finishing it, but for those of you who've read it, here's a scene I wrote a while ago. It's set while Spider is with the recoms in the forest, probably a few weeks/months into their time together. You guys might remember in this fic, that Spider has a scar on her shoulder, here's the story behind it.

“How’d you get that scar?”

“Fuck off.” She hissed, dropping the bag and leaving him to finish folding up the sleep sack. She found the creek easily, still within eyesight of the camp. She had no desire to deal with the consequences of running off. The last time she’d done it, she’d ended up stuck with her father.

She reached for a handful of small stones, smoother by the current. Spider chucked one into the river, almost hitting a fish. Some of the anger melted out of her, replaced by guilt at nearly stoning the small animal. Outside of hunting, she had no desire to kill. Unlike some of the young hunters who killed to prove themselves or to improve their sport, she only enjoyed it when she’d get something out of the kill.

She sorted through the stones instead, picking out small stones suitable for jewelry. The teenager wasn’t too good at coming up with designs, but her slender fingers made it easier to weave complex braids. Most of the jewelry she wore had been a collaboration between her and Kiri. During her time recovering in the past year, she’d mastered one of the most difficult weaving patterns and presented a necklace to her friend to celebrate her completing her Iknimaya. It had taken her weeks and she’d restarted it more times than she could count, but the end result was something even Neytiri seemed impressed by.

By the time she had enough stones for an armband, she realized she didn’t even have a knife, let alone any of the other materials needed to make anything. She let the stones fall back into the water, watching them flow down the water.

She heard her father’s footsteps approaching, but made no move to turn towards him. He settled a few feet from her, she looked at him out of the corner of her eye.

“I didn’t mean to offend ya’.” He finally said after a straight minute of silence, looking down at her.

“You didn’t.” She frowned. “I just . . . it’s not an interesting story.”

“Not much else to talk about.”

She shrugged, pressing her palm against the marks as if they were still bleeding.

“There was an accident.” She mumbled, heartbeat thrumming under her hand. “Last year. Hunting trip, one of the younger kids charged at a— you would call it a viperwolf. The pack attacked. I was on the edge of the group, got scratched. End of story.”

She could remember it like it happened yesterday.

It was humid out and Spider was coated in a sticky layer of sweat, her tank top nearly soaked through after a day spent outside. Lo’ak, Neteyam, Kiri, and her were all on the hunting trip. Jake had come too, as the leader of the expedition, along with a handful of kids on their first big outing. They’d slept in the forest the night before and started early that morning, as soon as light hit.

Spider was excited. She hunted often, with Neteyam, but Kiri didn’t enjoy hunting as much as the others did and Lo’ak always preferred to go out alone, so he could take all the credit for whatever he found. Neteyam was fine company, but he was always so serious and never wanted to talk. Spider was just happy to be included in the big group hunt, even if it was mostly just a bunch of novices. She’d sharpened all of her arrows and both of her knives, oiled her bow and strung a new string.

One of the youngest boys, ten or eleven, was practically bouncing up and down as they made their way through the forest. Spider couldn’t remember his name for the life of her and he talked so fast it was hard for everyone to keep up.

They made their way single-filed through the trees, nearly silent despite their numbers. She was at the very back, the young boy in front of her. Jake was at the head, far enough away that she couldn’t see his big head through the greenery.

She was trying to keep an eye on her friends, three spots ahead of her, when she nearly walked into the kid in front of her.

“What’re you doing?” She whispered, frowning down at him. The rest of the line kept moving, everyone too focused on their surroundings to notice the lack of two bodies.

“Look.” The boy smiled, pointing towards a small clearing of trees to their right. Beady green eyes peered out from a bush at the other end of the space, the rest of it pure shadow even in the light of day. She recognized the Nangtang by just its eyes and knew that it wouldn’t be alone.

“Leave it— “

The boy had already knocked an arrow. She reached a hand forward, to stop him or redirect the shot, but he let it fly before she had a chance. The wounded shriek of the animal had their precession stopping, but they’d already made it a decent distance away in the minute since Spider had been stopped.

She moved without thinking, shoving the boy forward. “Run!”

Spider fumbled for her knife, spinning around wildly, with the boy at her back. She heard a low growl before a blur of jet black came at her.

The next thing she remembered was the campfire. Kiri was sitting next to her, Spider’s head pillowed in her lap. She’d protected the boy, who was uninjured and teary-eyed across the camp. Her shoulder had been wrapped and treated with the herbs Kiri had known by memory. But, the pain had been unbearable, even with everything her friend tried to do. The next morning, Neteyam had to fly her home early, while Jake and the others finished the hunting trip on foot. She didn’t remember much of the flight, only the cloak Kiri had wrapped around her upper body to fight against the chill of the wind and the feeling of her shoulder throbbing in beat with her heart. Even after a year, the area around the scars was numb, nerve endings severed from the claw marks.

She dug her fingernails in at the thought.

“That looks like a little more than a scratch.” He commented, still acting casual despite the topic of conversation. “I had a run-in with one of those fellas— “

“I know.” It had been a sore spot for her, staring at the scars and being reminded of the father she’d spent her life trying to ignore. “I watched the video logs.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Did you now?”

“The lab got boring.” She half-lied. The lab did get boring as hell, but curiosity had driven her to look at the videos in secret. She’d been ten or eleven, entirely too young for all the curses thrown around in the barracks.

Quaritch hummed.

“You swear a lot.”

He laughed. “I didn’t know you’d be listening. Might’ve kept it more PG if I had.”

“PG?” She questioned, unfamiliar with the acronym.

“Safe for kids.” She huffed a laugh at that. “Probably. Norm went on a rampage trying to figure out who taught me such awful, bad words.”

[unrepentantcheeseaddict]

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Open tag, because I'm half asleep and can't remember anyone's full usernames at the moment.

This is the first part of a shortish story I'm working on, hope y'all enjoy!

Mother Wake is more than legend. She’s a creature of the deep sea, lurking in the churning dark water under the chalk cliffs. She learned to speak our language a long time ago. The men say they hear her singing when they take the boats out to fish. Only the men. Women of the Chalk Coast never leave the land. We haven’t done for sixty years. My granny’s older sister was the last one who tried.

Granny doesn’t talk about her often, but we know the main strokes of the story. Granny was ten. Alice was a few years older at thirteen, pretty and headstrong. She talked her sister into helping her steal a small boat one night. Granny chickened out at the last minute. She sat on the docks while her sister sailed off, and said she’d wait until Alice came back. Alice got far enough from shore, out into the deep part of the water. That was when she jumped. She never came back up. They never even found a body.

“Merra!”

I snap to attention in my seat, whacking one bony elbow against the corner of our kitchen table. Pain shoots through my whole arm and I cuss. My Mum sighs, loud and long. “You were daydreaming again, weren’t you?"

I duck my head. “Sorry Mum.”

She smiles her crooked smile. “Don’t bother with your sorries, I know you can’t help it. Let’s just get these potatoes peeled.”

I give a sloppy little salute. “Aye-aye, Captain.”

Mum snorts. “Stinking right I’m Captain of this house. Your Pa and your brothers can have the boat, I’ll take my garden and my chickens anyday.”

I grin and get back to peeling potatoes. She and Pa have five children, but I’m smack in the middle and the only girl. That means I’m the only one who stays home to help with the land-bound chores. There are a lot of land-bound chores.

I don’t mind it most days, especially in early summer when everything’s growing in the garden. But right now it’s dead of winter, snow’s thick on the ground outside, and we’re stuck all sleeping in the two big beds near the woodstove. Mum and I have spent most of our time knitting, chopping wood for the fire, and triple-checking our stores in the root cellar and meat shed to make sure we don’t need to borrow too much from our neighbors.

After we’ve got everything peeled and cut for stew, Mum tends the fire. I light the kerosene lamps to ward off the gloomy dark gathering outside. Our cat, Betty, rubs against my legs and purrs before starting back over to the larger bed. She’s spent most of her days there since she had her kittens two weeks back and hasn’t had time to hunt so much. I sigh and give her a leg off the chicken I tried to cook yesterday. I left it in too long and the legs are more like jerky now.

Betty gives me an approving mrow. She catches the thigh bone up in her mouth and carries it closer to the bed, so she can watch her babies while she eats. They’re in Granny’s lap right now, tumbling over each other while she snores steadily louder. How she sleeps so well through the rest of our noise I’ve no clue.

“At least you like my cooking, Betty.” I joke, wiping my hands on my apron.

“Merra?” Mum calls.

“Huh?”

“Run down to the cellar and fetch some more carrots, will you? I forgot to grab enough of them the first time around.”

I nod, already putting on my shawl.

Once I get into the cellar, I hear an odd sound. Like water dripping. I frown, trying to listen closer. There shouldn’t be water down here, and if there is, it’s a problem. With water around, rot will get into our food stores. Without them we might not last the rest of winter.

I pace the length of the cellar, lifting my lantern to inspect every inch of the walls. Once I reach the far corner, I see it. There’s a big crack in the wall, just large enough to fit myself through if I turn sideways. I hear the sounds of dripping water clearer now, echoing through the darkness on the other side of it.

“That’s never been there before.” I mutter.

I know what I should do. Get the carrots, go back up and tell Mum about the crack.

But I'm too curious for my own good, always have been. So instead I suck in my stomach, heft the lantern out to one side, and shuffle sideways into the crack in the wall. The stone scrapes at my elbows and tugs loose threads from my skirts, but I can fit all right. It’s dry so far. I still can hear the water clearly though, and a cool breeze tickles my face. I wrinkle my nose. It smells like rotten seaweed and bloody fish guts, the way the docks do after the men bring home a big catch.

Then my brains catch up to my nose and I frown again. Wind underground makes about as much sense as the sun rising westward, unless there’s a cave down here.

“Well, I ought to make sure.” I tell myself firmly. “Can’t go worrying Mum if it might be nothing.”

That’s an excuse, and every part of me knows it. It’s foolhardy in all ways to go down into an unknown cave with only myself. But I’ve been cooped up in our little house for half the winter already, and cooped up in our little nameless village for my entire stinking life. I could use a little foolhardiness, no matter how much Mum scolds me afterwards.

So I take a deep breath and keep going. A few dozen steps more and the crack widens out, becoming something like a big, jagged stone tunnel. It slopes down steep and twisty. I keep going anyhow, keeping my free hand on the rough walls and my eyes on my feet. If I trip, who knows how far I’d fall.

The tunnel keeps going down, down, down. I follow it, squeezing through another thinner crack and a couple steep spots where I’m more climbing than walking. The smell is stronger now, and the walls are getting damp and slippery. I stop for a moment, realizing I have no idea how long I’ve been down here.

“I hope Mum isn’t worried.” I mumble.

But I know she is, and I’m already hunching my shoulders in shame at what a bad idea this was. I have the sense to check my lantern, then. The candle wick is almost burnt to nothing. The flame is wavering on the pool of melted wax at the bottom, sending my shadow flickering and dancing along the tunnel walls.

I cuss, more than I ever would if Mum was there. I’m turning to make my way back, but I turn too fast. My shawl swirls the air into a breeze, and the lantern goes out.

[pbandjesse]

I had a pretty good day despite still feeling down. I am for sure getting used to the noises of this neighborhood. The ebbs and flows. But that did not stop me from being absolutely startled awake this morning. I had woken up around 6 because my nose was really dry. I opened the window to get some air and went back to sleep.

I was startled awake by someone knocking on someone else's door outside. Scared me so bad because I couldn't tell if it was our door being knocked on. I am not sure what that sounds like yet. But it was not our door. And I would calm down.

I got cleaned up and dressed. I was still coughing and felt kind of terrible. But I thought eating might make me feel better.

I had more luck creating an omelette today. And it was good. I spent some time moving some things around. I hung up a little hook for James to put their wedding rings while they cook. And and I worked in our bedroom putting little hooks on the wall for my necklaces. I used a piece of blue tape and it came out super straight and I'm very proud of myself.

I have not don't any of my knitting this month so I sat for an hour and a half cutting the yarn and tying it all together. I was sitting in bed with sweetp and just working on my loom and listening to a spooky story podcast and watching the world out the window. I saw someone chase their puppy and slip in the rain. There are a lot of dogs in this neighborhood. I was coughing hard enough that someone walking past looked up and we may have made eye co tact but I'm not sure he could actually see me. But I did my knitting and it felt nice seeing it come together. Though this second type of yarn I got absolutely sucks and sheds like crazy. Will not buy again.

Once I was done knitting I decided to start tackling the basement. But I needed to go to Home Depot first.

I grabbed my stuff and drove the 15 minutes down the road. This was a very messy Home Depot. Carts and carts of stuff everywhere. But the staff I spoke to was kind. I had some trouble finding things. I wanted to look at shutters but apparently you can't buy them basically anywhere which is insane. But I was able to be directed to the wire racks and a staff member even gave me a cart. I decided to get two for now but I will probably get two more. They were a little more expensive then I was hoping but it's fine.

It was starting to rain as I headed home. I was able to get the same parking spot which was cool. Right outside the door. I brought the boxes in and felt a little dizzy. This has been the second most annoying thing. How dizzy I keep getting. How winded. But I try and power through. Sipping water helps.

Sweetp desperately wants to be in the basement. And I decided today to let him explore and maybe he'll get it out of his system. What he did get was absolutely covered in spider webs but he seemed so happy. Later he would become covered in red dust. Its funny hearing him walking on the duct work.

I would struggle to build the wire shelves. The first one just was not working but once I sat down and tried again I figured out what I had done wrong and then both of them came together easy. For now one shelf is all the camping and summer gear. And the other is all holiday stuff. It's not perfect but it was a start. I also got eveything down from the landing and used the cubby shelf to organize James bike stuff. And moved all the fans and heaters and suitcases to under the stairs. And then I moved one of the tables to the basement and it really just felt like it was coming together so well. I'm really pleased.

This took a few hours though. Around 230 my back hurt a lot and I needed a break. I warmed up my chipotle from yesterday and made it into a burrito. I was sitting in the kitchen eating and watching TikToks when I saw a video of someone watching the last song from Hamilton and I started sobbing?? Just absolutely broke down. I needed to go lay down.

So that is what I did. I got in bed with sweetp and fell asleep.

James's smartwatch, which was on the windowsill, picked up the music they were listening to when they came upstairs and scared me awake again. I was not feeling amazing but I was really happy to see them. They said whenever I was ready we could head to the apartment.

I needed a minute to shake off my sleepies. Drink a bunch of water. But then I was ready.

We drove over there and got right to work. I was really happy to see my fish Ari was doing great. His eye is all better. I also got to see Omelet. I got everyone some new water and some food. Ari even let me give him a little pet. I'm so glad he's doing better.

We brought three boxes with us so I just started picking up any odds and ends I could find and I think we did an excellent job. James finished taking things off the walls. And went to go do our laundry while I collected trash and swept. We would fill three boxes with stuff. And the. Took all the curtains down. And we used all the totesbags we brought to collect our books. Still more books to collect but we had no more bags.

We were there for a while. Once the clothes were done we loaded up the car. Mostly James did. I completely ran out of steam and needed to sit down. So I wanted in the car until James grabbed the last few things we could fit with the clean clothes. And we headed to get dinner.

When I was at Home Depot earlier I saw there was a diner across the street so we went there. Turns out it was on diner drive ins and dives. Neat. And it is like one of those amazing chrome diners. Those are always my favorite ones. The staff was really nice. And the food was good. We were sort of watching the super bowl on the TV. James spoke Spanish with the staff. It was a nice stop.

I was exhausted though and very happy to go home. James told me to go keep Sweetp in our room and they would bring everything inside. And once they did I moved the rugs we brought over to the rooms they will probably stay in. They are shockingly dirty though. They feel bad under my feet. I will have to see about getting a carpet cleaner soon. Because gross.

But it's so nice seeing the house slowly coming together. Like seeing the apartment so empty hurts my heart a little. It feels so bittersweet. But the house is already filled with so much love and it's just so great.

I would take a quick shower. And do my drawing of the day. And now I am in bed trying to not cough my brains out. I am really tired.

Tomorrow James is going to go for a long bike and I hope to do some more putting away. We might make some more runs from the apartment. I also just hope it's a good day.

Sleep well everyone. I love you all. Goodnight!

[sienne-k]

how much should my longings fall like snow by Sienne

attack on titan | ereri | 2,7k chap 3/4 | fluff, winter vibes, canon compliant, set in s3

written for Ererimas event by Ereri Nation day 3, prompts used: [mulled wine] and [slow dancing]

summary:

It is dinnertime, and Eren is being summoned to Captain Levi's office. Eren has no idea what for, but it is definitely not a date. (It totally is.)

full chapter under the cut, but it's long this time so you might wanna read on ao3...

“Hey Eren, the Captain is calling for you in his office.”

Eren turned around in his seat, soup dripping from his spoon back into the bowl. He looked at Jean and blinked, slightly surprised. “Am I expected right this second?”

It was the middle of dinnertime, and either everyone was already in the mess hall or on their way there. It was unexpected of Levi to ask for Eren now of all times… Although the Captain himself was not present at dinner, Eren noticed while looking around for him.

Jean only shrugged, already walking away to get his own portion. “No idea. But it’s on you, not me, if he gets angry.”

“The midget had better let you eat in peace,” Mikasa threatened with a glower, gripping her spoon tightly.

“I’m sure he didn’t mean right now, and if he did, then he’s got valid reasons,” Armin appeased her, watching her trembling spoon with an uneasy smile.

Eren blinked, taking in Armin’s words, then turned back around to his own bowl. “You’re right. It can’t be that important, or else he would have mentioned something to Jean. I will go see him after I’m done.”

Mikasa’s grip loosened and her frown smoothed out. She nodded happily, but her joy was quickly replaced by exasperation and dismay when she noticed Eren shoveling the soup twice as fast as before.

“Careful, or you’re going to choke.”

“Eww, Eren, stop being such a pig.” Armin edged away from him and closer to Mikasa as he noticed the threat of being splashed by soup coming from his other friend now.

“Thanks for the food!” Eren wiped his mouth and chin clean with a cloth and quickly got up, taking his empty dishes to the kitchen. “I will see you guys later!” he called over his shoulder, not even waiting to hear their reply.

On his way to the Captain’s office he stopped over by the bathroom to check if he didn’t have any food on his face or stains on his clothes. He patted his messy hair down slightly and straightened his uniform the best he could. After loitering in front of the mirror for a moment longer he decided that this was the best he could hope for if he didn’t want to waste more time.

He didn’t know what Levi might want from him at this time of the day. It couldn’t be any kind of emergency, or everyone else from the squad would have been summoned, too, and probably to the Commander’s office, not the Captain’s. Eren had thought that maybe he would go to the communal hall after dinner, see if Levi would come there again too, and they could spend another pleasant evening in each other’s company. Even if Eren spent most of it unconscious yesterday. Just the fact that Captain Levi let him sleep propped against him and woke him up painlessly (well, mostly. Levi shouldn’t complain about Eren’s pointy elbows when his own were just as pointy and uncomfortable when stabbed into unsuspecting subordinate’s sides) was enough to fill Eren with so much joy that he felt light enough he could walk on air.

Having arrived at the right door, he knocked and waited to be let in, body vibrating partly with excitement, and partly with slight nervousness. Maybe it wasn’t a social call after all and the captain would be angry for having kept him waiting? After all, why would Levi want to ask for Eren if he wanted company when he had much closer friends, like the Commander and Squad Leader Hanji?

Then again, why couldn’t he call for Eren? They may not be the best of friends, but they had grown close and Levi had initiated many of their informal interactions previously. There was absolutely no reason for Eren to get anxious now.

His musings were cut short by the door being opened with a forceful swoosh, a very welcome face scowling up at him invitingly.

“Are you deaf? Why are you standing like an idiot instead of going in?” Levi asked, visibly irritated. He opened the door wider and gestured for Eren to come inside.

“Oh, sorry…” he smiled sheepishly, accepting the invitation. He must have spaced out too much and hadn’t heard Levi calling him, making him get up from his… work…?

As he walked in, he noticed that beside the usual mountain of paperwork there was a bottle of what looked like red wine and two glasses set on the desk. He didn’t get much time to wonder what it could be for and if the Captain had been drinking on the job… Then again it was late in the evening, and everyone deserved some time off.

“Get on the couch, I am in desperate need of a break.”

Eren sat gingerly as instructed while Levi went to grab the two glasses and the bottle before coming over and sitting next to Eren. Unfortunately, he sat further away than he had last time. Eren mourned yesterday’s intimacy, but maybe it was for the best, if alcohol was involved.

“In other words, work is being shitty and you are my entertainment for the night.”

Eren flushed a deep red. He was sure Levi did not mean it the way it had sounded, but he couldn’t help his own imagination providing him with visions of what being such an entertainment might entail. The images were enough to make his blush worse, although truthfully they weren’t that vivid. The only thing he had for inspiration were the pictures Connie had shown him, Jean and Armin once, and though they depicted a man and a woman, some of the stuff should work the same between two men, right? Eren would be willing to try it out, if the Captain wanted…

Then again, considering even just sitting close enough to touch had been enough to make him feel excited and flustered like a shy maiden, maybe he was getting ahead of himself. Though, never let it be said that Eren was a quitter or a coward.

“Here, drink this and tell me how you like it.”

There was a glass filled with red liquid in front of his eyes. He grabbed it gingerly by the stem, his fingers brushing Levi’s during the exchange.

What was he thinking? It wasn’t even a question of will Eren or won’t he, because there had been no question form the start! He gulped down a big swallow in a hurry to focus on something other than his forward and audacious intentions.

“Hey, careful, this shit is not so cheap to be drinking it like the piss-beer you’re used to,” Levi complained, sitting comfortably against the back of the couch, his body facing Eren. He twirled his own glass leisurely, clearly more interested in watching Eren than drinking.

Eren blinked, surprised. He had expected a foul taste not unlike what he had been offered by Pixis months ago, but this was… different. Some kind of new, deep taste that was slightly sweet, kind of fruity, but also with some spices giving off a nice smell. He licked his lips, trying to get more of it.

Levi huffed out a laugh, amused. “That good, eh?”

“What is this?” Eren took a smaller sip, trying to savor it properly and maybe figure out what it was he was tasting. It was very good, and warmed him from the inside. It tingled going down his throat.

“Mulled wine,” said Levi, then clarified when Eren made a confused face. “It’s warmed up red wine with orange slices and some spices added, like cloves.”

Eren hummed, appreciating both the explanation and the opportunity to try something new. He didn’t think he would ever buy something like this himself. Hell, he didn’t even know it existed until now! He took a few more sips eagerly, trying his best to ignore the insistent stare boring into his face.

“I said careful, didn't I? Slow down, it may not be hard liquor but it’s still alcohol, and definitely more potent than beer. Don’t want you jumping off walls and turning into a Titan just because you couldn’t control yourself.”

“Yes, sir,” Eren said obediently, lowering the glass to his lap and trying to relax against the back of the couch like his Captain. He didn’t dare turn around to face him, though, not yet. Not while his own face felt like a blazing inferno.

Slowly, he managed chase away his nervousness, possibly owing the mulled wine a not that small part for the success. He let his head fall back against the couch, sneaking a look at Levi from the corner of his eye. He was comfortable and warm, limbs slightly heavy, as if someone wrapped his body in a cozy blanket.

There was no blanket in reality, but there was warm wine and excellent company. Though earlier Levi had designated Eren to entertain him now they stayed quiet, enjoying the alcohol and each other’s familiar, comforting presence. Neither had felt the need to disrupt the relaxing atmosphere.

And yet, there was an itch growing under Eren’s skin, driving him to act, to bother his companion. His head felt somewhat hazy but his vision was sharp as he turned to face Levi fully, taking in the Captain’s laid-back pose, for once no grimace furrowing his brows.

“Captain?”

“Hmm?”

“What do you wish for this year?”

Levi raised an eyebrow. “Nothing. Why would I wish for anything?”

“The holidays are coming…” Eren explained apprehensively. Suddenly it felt like he needed to tread carefully, or everything would get ruined.

“So what?”

“Nothing, I guess.” Eren bit his lips, looking away.

It seemed like he hit a wall and it needed careful disassembling. But Eren wasn’t very good at that, though he tried his best when it mattered. He could let it be, but… That was something Eren was even worse at, especially when it concerned people he cared about. And he cared about Levi, a lot. So he could only push forward and hope for the best.

“If there’s nothing you want… will you give me one of your wishes?”

“I don’t think that’s how it works,” Levi answered dryly, but there was a sliver of humor in his tone.

Eren huffed, too stubborn to give up but not appreciating his Captain being just as stubborn right back at him.

“Make one of my wishes come true, then,” he said, looking at grey eyes with determination.

“Demanding, are we?” Levi drawled lazily, not seeming bothered in the least. “I give you wine the likes of which your friends will likely not get to try anytime soon with a cadet’s meager allowance, and yet here you are, asking for more. How presumptuous.” But he did not seem angry or offended, merely amused as he snorted a laugh and took another sip of his wine.

Eren just held his head up higher, gripping his glass tightly and not backing down. He did not know why exactly this felt so important, or how he even had the guts to go against his superior in such an overly familiar way. Maybe he could blame everything on the mulled wine if things went badly. Though that would make it incidentally the Captain’s fault too, for providing the wine in question...

Closing his eyes with a sigh, Levi surrendered. “Alright, what is it?”

Eren perked up. “So you will do it? Sir.”

“Tell me what it is first, you little shit,” Levi said, exasperated at Eren’s audacity. “How do I know it won’t get me in trouble? I’m not letting you throw horse shit in Jean’s bed,” he added hurriedly.

Eren was struck dumb for a moment. What went through Levi’s head to even come up with that? As if he would throw away a wish from Levi on Horseface!

“I promise it’s nothing like that! It’s… just between us,” Eren finished in a whisper, fiddling with the glass and biting at his lip again. “Please?” He bowed his head down, but tried peeking up through his lashes to check Levi’s reaction.

His face was outwardly as impenetrable as always, even though it was softer and lacked the usual harsh lines that made him look so intimidating to everyone. His cheeks has a healthy red glow to it, and though it must have been partly light reflected from the burning wood in the fireplace, for the first time Eren considered that maybe he wasn’t the only one affected by the alcohol. Come to think of it, he had never seen Levi drinking much even when he joined his fellow soldiers partying other than a single bottle of beer or, for important occasions, a glass of wine. And now they had drank almost the whole bottle just between the two of them…

“Alright,” Levi answered after a long pause, just when Eren was about to laugh his request away as tipsy ramblings.

“Then…” Eren licked at his suddenly dry lips, wondering if he really was about to… “Will you dance with me?”

He flushed a deep red when Levi raised his brow at him again, looking mildly incredulous. Eren coughed, thinking of an excuse for why that is a good idea and not an inappropriate request for a subordinate to make of his superior, even if they were somewhat friends, but all words died in his throat when Levi stood up and put his glass on his desk.

“Well?” He asked, leaning back against it. “Are we doing it or not? You better put the glass away, if it stains the couch…” he trailed off with a warning.

“Yes, sir!” Eren scrambled up, somehow managing not to spill the wine as he made his way to the desk. As he put his glass next to Levi’s, his hand rested close to Levi’s on the desk.

Levi seemed content to let him do as he wished, waiting for Eren to gather his bearings as he still seemed to be in shock. Eren opened his mouth a few times but didn’t know what to say, so he just turned to face Levi and reached a hand out, trying to make the motion as smooth as he had seen pictured in the books his mom used to read.

Levi took his hand and stepped closer, the toes of their boots touching. There was a current of something like electricity running between them. Eren jumped a little, almost stepping back but a hand at his shoulder stopped him.

“Let’s dance, Eren.”

And so they danced, in the narrow space in-between the furniture in an already cramped office. It was inevitable that they would bump into things. Both of them were slightly tipsy and there was no music to guide them. And Eren had never learned to dance, let alone lead.

But Levi didn’t seem to mind Eren’s clumsy moves, not even when he stepped on his toes from time to time, or when he gripped his hand too hard, or jerked them around too much. Levi’s hold on Eren’s hand was sure and steady, the other hand on his shoulder just as solid and warm. His breath was hot against Eren’s neck and jaw, definitely smelling of the delicious wine they had shared. The soft strands of his hair flew around as they twirled, tickling Eren’s nose.

Each time they squeezed between the back of the couch and the bookshelves their bodies pressed together, Levi’s broad chest feeling very firm under Eren’s own. He felt very hot all of a sudden; he realized the pleasant haze from before vanished without a trace, making him feel every place they touched pointedly. Without distraction the wine had provided he felt overwhelmed, for an instant having half a mind to just run away.

But no, he could never do that. Not to Levi, and not to himself, either. Even if this dance, this proximity, felt like it was too much for Eren’s sober mind. He cursed his abnormal Titan characteristics for not letting him stay in that delightful daze longer.

Taking a deep breath he tried to forget who they were, where they were, or what their duties were. It was unimportant. In this moment they were simply two souls existing at the same time and in the same place, deciding to become entwined together in a way that belonged only to them, separate from what the world demanded of them as Humanity’s Strongest and Humanity’s Hope.

Slowly, Levi’s familiar scent and familiar warmth and the as of yet unfamiliar feel of his strong body stopped being so all-consuming. While still intense, they welcomed Eren in, coaxing him to surrender.

Held by Levi, he just let himself be.

[freezing-kaiju]

An extended bibliography on the fall of the Farley Whaling Corporation, section twelve: A Son And Failed Prototype

Biotober prompts 20, 21, and 27 technically; Amorphous, Symbiosis, and Camoflage

Warnings: injury, setting bones, animal death, biting, forcefemming sorta, Bri'ish People, some linguistic mindfuckery, and horse-based violence.

---this one goes under a read more since it's long---

January 5th.

Second-to-final day of whaling. No dice. Home soon. Do I wish for that? I would like to be around people who care not for my preference of meat, yes, but... the sea air has done me such good. The paltry meals, rightly suited for me. I could become used to a spartan existence such as this. I’ll miss the seamen.  I...have not found myself missing Father. Ate salt fish and the last of the pineapple. 

Overheard, testified at in absentia trial, recorded in court minutes.

“Jumping jillikers, that’s too much of a whale for my blood!”

“It’s not right, it isn’t, too much of the bilge about it. Rotted red!”

“C-captain, would it not be a waste to cast it aside?”

“Hah! Lord Hammington’s plucked up more courage than sense! I knew this day’s come.”

“Psh, a sailor’s last day is his bravest.”

“Arr, but Hammy’s—“

“Why must you call me that?!”

“A ham-muncher’s a ham muncher. Immutable fact of the uni—- SHE’S SHIFTING!”

“In the name of— I’LL SECURE HER!”

“With— with his hands.”

“Yer right, matey. Hammy’s gone bonkers.”

January 7th.

To my regrets, no entry yesterday. Caught the most marvelous whale on the last day, red as a lobster and twice as fierce. There was some oil coating it, but most of it seeped into the ship’s hull... aside from that which stuck to my hands. Twas gone in the morning, but made many things devilishly slippery last night. 

Bread and breadfruit in the morn, hazelnuts and apples in the evening for the first time in so long. Along with familiar seafood. Spent day docking, finishing up ship’s minutes, sitting while the truly-in-charge inspected my work. For once, twas sufficient. Carriage was ready to pick me up with a scant moment to say goodbye to my fellows, and something told me that seeing me chauffeured in such a sense made me, in their eyes, just a bit less fellow. Ride up was pleasant. Geoffrey is well again, Rosamund and Beatrice seemed to be on speaking terms, the rest of the servants were quite busy. Couldn’t be for my welcome, surely.

That strange whale still lives on in my mind. Its oil has, mercifully, sunk into my clothes rather than my skin. Made them horribly sticky, but I can remove them at least. My nightgown feels slightly heavy tonight, though…

January 8th, excerpt.

It is in my nightgown. The devil oil must have sunk into it from some residue. It shifts lightly in that same odd way, *jingles* when I walk. Perhaps this will add some extra thrill.

The Glasgow Herald, same day, excerpt.

Farewell Farley, local aptly-named bastard, returns to our city. Heir to Sir Oswell Farley’s fortune, the rascal has been away for us a good two years, and surely threes of women have missed his flaccid presence. A wet noodle even in the scene of partying, always last to join and last to leave, many wonder if the life of a sailor has changed him for good. His tailor, however, deserves some special compliments. 

January 9th, excerpt.

I removed the nightgown and the nightgown stayed on under it. Is it— it has to be the oil. I tried tearing it off again, but as I reached the closet to desperately find the suit our servants had prepared, I…

It molded itself into a crude facsimile of the suit. This made it much more complicated to remove, of course, so I may have left part of it in. The

Dear Diary, I tend to write these entries around nine P.M. before I go to sleep. Tonight I stopped halfway through the entry to check my suit.

The cloth of the suit remains over it. But underneath, by the devil, a nightgown has formed. And upon my weary head, a nightcap to match! 

January 20th.

This…strange….anomaly has upped my efficiency in a startling way. Somehow I find meals no longer exhausting, for dressing myself isn’t either; this oil, this suit, whatever it is is able to change itself to suit the occasion anytime I wish. Racquetball, horse racing, daily life, even a formal dinner, it’s learned from my wardrobe and can change my clothes in a fly. Most deeply convenient. Could this be a blessing? An invention? It’s never been seen on other whales, and that was an ordinary humpback.

I’ve had the queerest dreams lately.

January 27th, excerpt.

I believe my clothes are a woman.

January 28th.

My appetite seems to be ramping up. For the first time since I was a lad, I reached for second helpings at a luncheon; I pray this does not become a habit. Yet the lemon pudding was so delightfully springy… cutlets, bread, and veal comprised the rest of the meal, if you must know. Dinner was largely scalloped, weather pleasant, though something about the thunder….excited me. I can find no better word for it.

January 29th.

Something peculiar has happene

JONNO-Y 22th

Jonuo-y 22th

January 22th. 

HELLO SIRS AND MADAMS WILL THAT BE ALL PORT STABRD STERN AFT MAKE SOME THING OF YOUR SELF POLO WHOA STEADY NOW GADZUKES BUT SIR YOURDINNER IS SERVED YOUR LUNCHEON IS SWRVED WILL THAT BE ALL YOUR TEA IS COLD MY TEA IS COLD MAY  I OFFERYOU A SPOT OF TEA SIR SIR BY JOVE GOD SAVE THE QUEEN THE ORIENT THE INDIES RHODESIA I SAY INGRATES THE LOT OF THEM MEDICINE 

PNEUMONIA RHEUMATISM ELEGIBLE BACHELOR

STAR BOARD

January 2Yth.

I BELIEVE I UNDERSTAND  THE MEANING OF MEANING • HOWEVER • MY LORD OR MY SIR • OR PERHAPS MY WIFE • FOR HE NEEDS A WIFE AS THEY SAY• SEEMS• TO HAVE DIFFICULTY WITH DISCERNMENT• AND INDEED HAVING MUCH OF A STOMACH FOR THINGS• I AM WALKING HIM THROUGH TODAY AS A TEST AND A WAY TO GET HIS MIND SOME UCH NEEDED SLEEP• HE WILL WAKE UP WITH WELTS ON HIS HEAD AND A FATHER WHO DECIDED TO INCREASE HIS VOLUNE VERY MUCH BUT• AS HE SAID • A LADYNEEDS MUST TAKE ACCOUNTABILITY FOR HER SIN WHILE A MAN NEEDS ONLY HOLD HER REINS • I HAVE GIVEN HIM THINGS TO HOLD IN HIS HAND • HE WILL FEEL THEM IN THE DREAM • PERHAPS •

February 2nd. 

I feel as if I’ve been leashed. 

Ate lemonade oysters, cold ham, warmed ham from my pockets, cold chicken, a gratuitously tall apple tart, and many other things besides today. Unclear which meals they were for. I feel as if those have become more stream of sensation than expense to record.

It is a woman, I’ve found; a SHE-THING AND THE STRONGEST IVE SEEN WITH FLESH SO NIMBLE AND PLATES SO THICK that wishes to wrest control of my writing hand when I begin to doze, heaven knows what I could possibly experience in polite society with the politics and all with the ghost of a woman trapped in my very form DO YOU HUNGER FOR THE WHIP LITTLE MAN I CAN SHOW YOU WHAT WE COULD TASTE or perhaps a devil, come to tempt me with delights that I cannot persuade myself to refuse.

February 14th, excerpt.

I’ve begun to take trips into town to check accessory shops. Hatpins are a woman’s weapon, yes, but they allure me in a way I find it hard to describe. She needs no description. She simply hears and encourages. Pushes me further. This could be social death, and yet...

They compliment my new armor, and I can feel our chest swell with her pride. Sometimes, the swelling does not recede. I haven’t the chance to make my way home from the office yet; my hair grows ever greasier, the bags in my eyes carve themselves deeper, yet each time I wake up, the suit is pristine. She cleans herself.

February 23rd, excerpt.

Poor saps, out there, freezing to death. I ask the one inside me to bundle me and she does, engulfing me in her warm, shifting flesh. I walk through the streets, her heels clicking on the cobbles, her whims pulling me each which way, helpless to what she wishes, and what she wishes is lovely indeed. The circus, now the circus is delightful. If only it could exist for longer, if only we could drink in the sights for a few hours more. I could bring a wife to it. Father asked if I wished to wed one of the clowns. I...

March 1st, excerpt.

Polo is a cruel master. Not in the game itself, but in the horses, in how they bite the air, in their riders... I fell from my horse, as you may be able to tell. My suit... she took so many of the blows, held to me so tight and as constrictive as a snake. I know not why, nor do I know why either of us survived this. When I walked home, still wrapped in her embrace, a child pointed to us, declared us a knight. Perhaps the armor was literal, she... yes, it was literal. The claws my hands have formed, the plates I can feel clink, she’s still holding them fast. I’ll oblige myself to buff them out and clean them off; she deserves something sensual, in turn.

March 18th, excerpt.

Bradley again, polo again. Growing fat and spoiled, he said. I could not hear well, for I was under his horse’s hooves, yet again. He hurt her, again. I will admit I lashed out, and that it was ungentlemanly of me. He was, however, quite well! A bit of a scrape. Nothing to panic about. We don’t see what the fuss is about.

 April 3rd, excerpt. 

A hedonist, he called us. A hedonist and a waster of our money, says the man with three mistresses who provides all the food, who took me from the sailing where we’d found a place, who offers us no job when we ask, no training, except ‘you’ll take over when I’m done’. Vicious man. Horrid, wretched man. Can he tell us how to act? How to behave? How to live?!

April 22nd

She is gone.

May 28th.

It is…harder to walk, now. I understand what they spoke of behind my back, or mayhaps I’m just catching a glimmer. The tension I’ve held in my back, in my legs, is greater, even as my muscles have grown. My jaw retains its squareness, yet not an inch of stubble will grow upon it. I… I need a proper beard by the fall. A man’s beard. If I’m to find a wife, one who will love the community as much as I, she’ll not take lip from a “fat-breasted faggot,” as Father used to say. And indeed, I… it is all so cold now. So cold, and restrictive, and clothed. I thought, for a week or so after she disappeared, that it could be for the best. I was suffocating, she was forming a collar round my neck as tight as a murderer’s hands, but… 

Aye, but a man cannot wed a shirt. If only spinsterhood was acceptable for someone such as I.

May 29th, excerpt.

I’ve talked to Jodgeson on the topic of spinsters, and he clarified with much mirth that I would naturally be a bachelor. But do bachelors have the camaraderie of spinsters, I’ve asked him? No, he says, nay, they do not. 

June 3rd, excerpt.

Studied up on the Taiping Rebellion. Brought a lemon cake to the fellows, received ribbing, declined to taste it. Is it a tragedy if all sides of a war are cruel? I need someone close to me. I need someone I can speak to. I looked upon every man there like chickens, familiar yet baffling in their cruelty.

June 5th, excerpt.

Practiced riding. I need to perfect this, ere some woman can look my way. I need that.

June 9th.

I need to get better.

June 12th.

I need her.

June 13th.

Livestock. They have attached her to livestock. I knew there was something in the distance that glinted her color— my armor, *my* precious friend, reduced to a bridle and wolf guard for sheep! Sheep! They ran when I approached; I’ll need to find a way to get that one properly. Will she remember me? Will she be able to think as she once did, carry on conversations, paint with my hands that never touched a brush? Will she still hate with that quiet fire she once did?

I need her. No matter what’s happened to her, I need her.

JULY 123456790 st nd rd TH.

LIGHT

LIGHT

SENSE

WORDS

FAITH AND BEGORRAH CALLOU AND CALLAY “HE” IS MINE AGAIN HAH. HAH. HAH. HAH. HAH. 

HOW I HAVE MISSED SAUSAGE HOW I HAVE MISSED DUST HOW I HAVE MISSED THE FEELING OF TWISTING MYSELF ROUND “HIS” FLESH AND SEEING HOW IT SCREAMS TO BE MOLDED

THERE IS A TAILBONE THERE IS A TAILBONE THERE IS A TAILBONE 

THE ONE GLORIOUS THING ABOUT THOSE ANIMALS IS THEIR EXTRA APPENDAGE I KNEW NOT OF THAT APPENDAGE I WILL HAVE TO ADJUST FOR IT

THAT BOARD

THOSE MEN

I KNOW THEM

I WILL TELL YOU-HIM-“HIM”-YOU WHICH ONES WHEN THE TIME COMES

THEY HURT ME

HURT YOU

HURT US.

I CAN TAKE CARE OF IT AS ANY RESPONSIBLE FRIEND WOULD.

(Unintelligible scribble)

WILL YOU MISS THEM?

I THOUGHT NOT.

The Glasgow Herald, July 3rd, excerpt.

Homicide - Mr. Barnabus Quincy, of 3 David Donnelly Place, Kirkintilloch, Glasgow G66 1DD, was found dead beside several fingers not his own. The top of his head was missing, but his hat, a tweed derby, was found safe and unharmed just a pace away. His suit, on the other hand, was ruined, holes punched through as if he’d been trampled by a lead-weighted horse. This is the third death in the Farley Whaling Company board in the past month, and officers say those numbers may rise. 

Overheard same date, recounted during trial:

“In that moment, did you wish to be kissed? You misspelled that one word enough to convey sheer desperation—“

“Me??”

“As…as if I was your vixen and you were my fancy man…”

“I thought you a woman, though? I-I don’t know if— a woman *can* wear a man’s top and tails, yes, I suppose physically. But would you not prefer a ball gown?”

“…By Jove, I’ll be hanged! You couldn’t possibly—  what the devil are you talking about?? I couldn’t bother the tailors for—“

“Ah, yes.”

“Yes, indeed.”

“Well, I suppose if you make it for me, I’ll give it a try.”

July 8th.

So many strangers, so many words in their mouths, so many insistences that I was beautiful. Was I recognized? Was I known? Or did they not see me, but her-- or perhaps, us?

The stars we could see from the balcony were oh so lovely. Even as the night grows brighter, they still glimmer and blink, far, far above. Are you from there, my dear? The moon, perhaps, or higher? When will we be able to take a balloon to the place you call home?

I know not whether this place is, indeed, still my own.

Someone pushed us from the railing, in the middle of our last waltz. I could not see, a true tragedy, yet it may....it may be kinder. Who would....

Someone, *many* people, had to put my darling on that sheep. 

Mercifully, each had a hand that still worked. We dragged ourselves into the room, only managing to terrify two servants in the process. She is....setting my bones. I know not how long it’ll take, but it’s... there’s something she’s doing that makes it ache less. I’ve taken the liberty of disinfecting her plates, too. She moans with our mouth when I do so, louder than when I polish her, and... and there’s some perversion inside me that wishes her works gave me the selfsame pleasure. Oh, if I only could. If...

If we only could...

August 27th.

This must be addressed now. I have no loneliness to fill. Thank you, dear diary, for what you were. Hello goodbye hello and goodbye.

We are always moving, now. A poet once said that the crab is pure motion. We are moving towards him. Away from you. You speak to each other now. Delegate my duties. Training is essential.  If catastrophe strikes, we may return, but…

We are not needed now. Nor were we ever wanted. Needed but unwanted, isn’t that a strange circumstance, not a paradox but… well, maybe how things work. I needed me not, when we met, we recall the horror I expressed, that same shortsighted horror of what I may become and I may be running low on words. She has enough to compensate.

I WILL NOT GO TO WHAT REMAINS OF MY HOME.

AND SHE WILL NOT RETURN TO HERS.

THIS BLOOD IS SHARED BETWEEN US, WE ARE THIS FLESH, THIS LIFE IS FOR OUR CONSUMPTION! WE MAY TAKE A FLIGHT OF REVENGE. WE MAY HATE. YOU SHOULD FORGIVE US OUR NATURE. YOU FOUND ME, YOU BROKE HER. I AM THE GLUE THAT BONDS US. 

WE WISH TO TASTE SALT. SPICE. WE WILL MOVE. FIND NEW PLACES, GROW NEW PIECES. FEED, HUNT, BREATHE...

WE MAY GO SAILING AGAIN. 

[the-firebird69]

So you people spent a whole bunch of time making sure someone else could kick your ass and what we say is we're on it if you don't know it we have a lot of tricks and a lot more intelligence and huge amount of smoke screens and you people on others what are you doing is nothing what we're saying is we have a bead on things and just sit back and we can pick you up.

Hera

Zeus

There's a couple things when is the warlock our deteriorating again they went ahead and attacked the empire basis and they attacked their former bases that they lost in areas and the clones. Pretty soon there won't be any left. They were 4% overseas and 6% here and it dropped about a percent each it's also a huge problem with them bothering people all of the world and we're sending troops out everywhere it's a major program now there are about 50,000 idiots at the backside of the nine rings here and two trillion at the 9th ring and it's pretty good space between 8:00 and 9:00 and 7 and 8 is about a mile the other rings are small but here it goes you can't get through any of them and they had a traffic stops at about each ring and you've been having trouble all night getting in so you trying from the back side and 10 households went out has an hour ago. Five households are gone and incinerated immediately in an explosion if I have more are surrounded and are not expected to live I'll bring the number to 100 even today they're going through the sheriff get down to 125 they want to bring it to 100 and you will regret having ever said anything to us the sheriff police are at 40 they want to bring it to 30 they're 1500 still with higher-ups and they want to take five more percent of the private workers to bring it to 15% and 5 more percent out of public to bring it to 10% and the trying for it again there's a couple other things happening

-four Mile ships went up the river and they are going to come back down in about 1 hour and they'll be pushing the air here at about 9:00 to 10:00 a.m. and it will get cooler then very cool and then there's going to be noises for it here and all the way across the ocean it will be very loud so you're going to have our son stay in some windows will break on shore and it is going to be intense yes it's about 600 mi away and the percussion will be intense

-most warlock have moved into the South and I will be killed and really most others have moved out California is full of them as well as the South and they're in fighting Non-Stop and we feel bad for you because you can't get anything done no

-it took over five bases the max were abandoning and they said they weren't doing it on purpose and it's true so we took them over and they are in Nevada and Arizona and a smaller they still have the big ones there these are about 5x10 and we took them yesterday all of them and increase them to 10 by 15 each and and these are now bigger than the max basis. And I think that we're Max because we're nearby and are going to attack shortly it will lay them to waste and between the two sets will probably attract half of them in the next day or two

-there are a few other things to talk about or send it a decent night it went okay but then he could not sleep and he feels like he has had caffeine and we checked and nothing has caffeine in it and he's having a lot of cheese but that's okay he has a lot of iron in him he's not used to it in his body is not adjusting that's what it is and his oxygenating and sleep will help

-it's a lot of people around who don't understand but he's under a massive amounts of duress and keep picking on him we're going to educate you because it's ridiculous and you're completely oblivious and lots you need to leave it's no longer natural selection we have to come in and help

-with the beginning of Forrest Gump and Greyhound and The DaVinci code series we will begin to raise our kaiju Army while we are tempting to initialize it with the keys as it will take a bit of time. And our son and daughter said the cavern in Australia has helped in New Zealand greatly and it is weak in these two three or whatever there and significantly to help him get by and in many ways and zigzag sees it now this is what works so he's going to work to verify it and others are too so we're going to publish because of this last paragraph

Thor Freya

I'm going to tell you it's tough getting by here and it's really uncomfortable he is right now but we need more troops here right now they said they're sending them and they are we need people to volunteer here for duty full time and we're getting some and we need a lot

Hera it's leadership here no matter what they say or look like

Olympus we agree

[nickfowlerrr]

To your dark!bucky biker au

How would he be when he notices that she got her period and isn’t feeling well?

just trying to help

pretty when you cry - series masterlist

pairing: pwyc!bucky x curvy!reader (dark!soulmate au)

warnings: 18+ ONLY. mentions of menstrual cycle and PMSing. emotional reader. allusion to future smut. mentions of anxiety. slight mention of ptsd(kinda?). smut (clitoral stimulation, f orgasm only sorry bucky). if i’m missing anything pls let me know!

words: 3.9k

notes: loved this - thank you for this ask and to the other anon who sent in a similar message! hope you all enjoy 💗 i’m the biggest crybaby when i’m on my cycle and i’m currently pmsing so i was definitely projecting here lol but anyway i enjoyed writing for these two again! 🥰 i have a couple other requests sitting in my inbox that i’m working on so we’ll see those soon, too!

You were lying curled up on the bed, most of the day already gone, spent sleeping, cramping, and scrolling through social media every now and again. Currently you were debating on whether you wanted to get up and finally grab some food or trudge yourself to the couch downstairs to watch your favorite comfort movie. Bucky had refused to let you put a television in the bedroom and you cursed him again as you begrudgingly pushed yourself up. Either way, you’d have to go downstairs. You huffed and grabbed the throw blanket, wrapping it around yourself as you made your way to the kitchen.

Yesterday was the first day of your cycle and though you weren’t feeling as shitty today, you still weren’t feeling well. The cramps were coming and going and your body was achy. All you wanted to do was curl up into a ball, eat your favorite junk food, and watch your favorite movie. And, if you were being entirely honest, a part of you really wanted Bucky to get home so he could hold you close and cuddle you. You rolled your eyes at yourself for that thought, though.

Bucky was usually the more obvious needy and clingy when you were together, and though you’d never say it aloud, you found comfort in him always wanting to be wrapped around you. You kind of liked not having to ask him to do so, he was just always close, as close as you’d let him be. Like he couldn’t get enough of you near him. He was like your own personal compression blanket at times. And you really wanted him right now.

You started tearing up out of nowhere as you thought about him while you prepared your brownie in a mug. The brownie certainly wasn’t the heartiest option but even just the smell of it was comforting and you needed whatever comfort you could get. You were tired despite having done nothing all day. You were emotional and on your period and you just couldn’t have cared to make something filling, you just wanted something chocolatey and warm... Warm like Bucky always was. Like the way he made you feel, and how you felt when he would hold you..

“Ugh. Stupid hormones,” you said bitterly under your breath to yourself.

“Stupid Bucky,” you muttered.

“Stupid me,” your voice bubbled as it softly broke and you started to cry.

As if on cue, the front door opened and Bucky was home. He called out for you but you didn’t respond. He found you in the kitchen watching the microwave as you wiped your tears away, your back to him. Though you wanted nothing more than to be wrapped up in his arms, you were still upset at him.

He had been gone all day yesterday, taking care of some “business” in the city, whatever the hell that entailed, and he didn’t get home until way after you were asleep. You didn’t see him at all the entire day, and you were already feeling like absolute shit due to your period, so you were even more upset he wasn’t there. All you wanted was to lay down with him, to cuddle up, that would’ve been enough. And though he did come home later that night and you were sure he was cuddling you while you slept, it didn’t count. It wasn’t the same.

And on top of that, he had had to leave this morning way before you woke up. You hadn’t really seen him in almost two days. Normally you wouldn’t be so upset - maybe you’d even be relieved that you’d have some alone time, but not today. Right now you were upset about the fact that he didn't wake you up before he left or call you when he knew he wouldn’t be back before you fell asleep and mostly that right now he wasn't already all over you when normally, you couldn’t get him to back off.

You knew you were being more sensitive and emotional than normal, but still. The one time he gives you space and it’s the last thing you want. And as you stood there you were only getting more worked up that you were so upset.

You really fucking hated being on your period.

Bucky, on the other hand, had been on edge all day, feeling your stress and on and off pain. He wanted to get back sooner but every time he tried to leave the shop, there was another situation that he had to take care of. Eventually he just left and told Steve to handle things and to only call him if someone was really caught up, dying, or dead. He swore if he had to go over the information for Stark’s deal with Peter one more time he was gonna lose his fucking mind.

And really the only thing he could focus on right now was you. If he wasn’t feeling your sadness, he was feeling your anger or pain. And with the rapid changing of the emotions, and then the long intervals of their absence when he safely assumed you were sleeping, he knew you were either pmsing or actually on your period, and he didn’t want to piss you off or make you any more upset than he knew you already were. He wanted to get back to you. He wanted nothing more than to make you feel better.

“Sweetheart,” he said as he approached you. “Hey, baby, are you okay?”

You furrowed your brows, spinning around to glare at him.

“Don’t ‘hey, baby,’ me,” you said, annoyed.

“And, ‘am I okay’? No. Obviously I’m not okay,” you said a little too harshly before pausing a moment, not wanting to let your emotions get out of control as they’re prone to do when you’re on your cycle. You took a steadying breath before you continued.

“I’m really mad at you,” you said with some restraint, trying to hide your sadness. That was futile, though, as a tear slipped and you cursed yourself for being so emotional about this.

“You’re mad at me? That’s why you’re crying?” he asked as he got closer.

You wiped at your face again, shaking your head and turning back around.

“Just forget it, okay?” you said as the microwave went off.

“I know you’re upset and you’re not feeling well, but I didn’t think it was my fault,” he said as he pulled you into him from behind. You shrugged him off you and away and went back to the microwave, grabbing your mug and then a fork from the drawer.

“Leave me alone. You had no problem doing it yesterday.”

You had muttered that last part as you walked past him out into the living room. You should have known he wasn’t gonna let that go, though. Hell, you did know. You knew exactly what you were doing but just couldn’t stop your mouth.

He stopped you by grabbing your arm and pulling you back, the force causing you to accidentally drop the mug you had a very light hold of, cracking the handle off and ruining your treat… Though in all actuality, it was still perfectly intact, and you knew you were overreacting. You couldn’t help yourself, you were still upset. And your emotions didn’t suddenly become unimportant just because you were on your period. You still felt them. Whether they were exaggerated or not, they were still real. You couldn’t keep them at bay. You might have been dramatic but you had every right to be, in your mind.

“Bucky! My brownie,” you frowned as your eyes started watering again while you pouted, looking down on the mess. Before you knew what he was doing, you were being carried to the couch as you huffed. Yeah, you were being dramatic. But you didn’t care.

“I’ll make you a new one,” he promised as he laid you down, handing you the remote and then walking back into the kitchen, picking up the mess on his way.

After a couple minutes, you regretted telling him to leave you alone, worrying he actually would again. But before you could really start fretting, Bucky was back in front of you.

“Doesn’t really feel like you want me to leave you alone,” he teased. You glared at him again as you took the mug he was extending to you. “I take it you missed me,” he continued, moving your legs so he could sit down while you searched for what you wanted to watch.

“You couldn’t be bothered to say bye? Or to call and let me know when you’d be back?” you said as you refused to look at him.

“I said bye,” he assured you. “You were asleep but I still said bye.”

You rolled your eyes and shook your head before responding,

“Whatever.”

You started the movie and tried to make yourself comfortable on the couch. Before you really could, Bucky took the new mug from you and placed it on the side table. He pulled you into him and a moment later you grimaced from a sudden cramp. You were nestled into his side, your knees pulled as close to your chest as you could manage as his arms wrapped around you.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured as he kissed your head. “I didn’t want to wake you up.”

“Okay,” you grumbled into his chest.

Another cramp and a soft grunt from you caused him to move you around again.

You soon found yourself lying in front of Bucky, your back to his chest while you watched the movie. Both of you were stretched out on the long couch, his arms wrapped around you and your throw blanket laying on top of both of you.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence, Bucky’s hands started wandering. You ignored him at first but when the cool metal of his left hand brushed up the material of your loose shorts, you stopped him. Guiding his hand away, you thought he’d get the message.

He did not.

As soon as you let his hand go, he was back to running his fingertips along your exposed skin as his head dropped to your neck where he trailed kisses. Soon your eyes were shut as you were softly whining with your head rolling against him as his wandering hands began kneading your breasts over your thin tank top, traveling back down your stomach, pulling your hips back and causing your ass to back up against him, then ghosting along your thighs as he tried to pull your shorts down when you had to stop him again.

“Buck, no,” you breathed out.

“What? I’m just trying to help,” he soothed as he continued kissing you.

“It’s- no. I’m on my period. It'd.. be too messy.. I don’t want to deal with that right now,” you said as you mindlessly let your head fall back against him, allowing his lips more space to travel along your soft, sensitive skin as you breathed a little heavier.

“Okay,” he said against the shell of your ear. “We don’t have to. Just.. let me make you feel better.”

You had heard those exact words before and you knew Bucky was well aware that you were too far gone, lost in his touch, to object. You didn’t complain when he tried to pull your shorts off for the third time and instead helped him - you pushed the throw off of your bodies and lifted your hips, helping him rid you of your shorts. He then bent your leg back to lay on top of his, granting him more access to you. His hand wandered your thigh, along your hip, toying with the band of your underwear and tickling you as he went, all while trailing kisses along your shoulder and neck, nuzzling into you.

He brought his hand up to your lips, instructing you to open, and you did so without hesitation. He placed two of his thick fingers into your mouth and you instinctively closed and sucked on them, eliciting a soft groan from Bucky as he watched you intently with heavy eyes, his mouth parting open as he stared hungrily at the way your lips sucked around him and your still watery eyes stared back at him. You could feel his cock getting harder from behind you but he paid no mind to his growing erection, all his focus on you. He pulled his fingers out past your lips, and you let him go with a pop before he slipped that same hand down the front of your black underwear. His nimble fingers, wet with your own saliva, found your already swollen and sensitive clit immediately.

You let out a gasp at the instant pleasure and your eyes squeezed shut at his attention. He played you so well, and you didn’t think you’d ever get used to it. His expert fingers rolled your clit deliciously before he began slowly and deliberately rubbing in circles, using just the right amount of pressure. Every touch was bringing you higher and higher, his eyes never leaving your face as your features contorted in pure pleasure. All your annoyance at him disappearing as he talked you through your orgasm at his hands.

“Feels good, doesn’t it, princess?” he breathed into your ear, your moans of pleasure your only response as your hands latched onto his forearm, begging him not to stop.

“So good,” you babbled. “‘’M so close, Bucky, please, please please please,” you mumbled breathily. The air between you was delicate and he was being so soft and attentive, even as he quickened his movements, and you loved every second of it.

“You wanna come, hm? You gonna come for me, sweetheart? Go ahead, princess, come,” he coaxed. You came completely undone at his words, your body chasing his touch as you did, thigh twitching softly, your legs nearly falling shut around his hand as his name repeatedly fell from your lips in your pleasure, soft ‘thank you’s following shortly after. “That’s my pretty girl,” he praised, still rubbing your clit gently, sending small waves of continued pleasure through you while you gasped, a light almost silent moan falling from your lips and you writhed against him. “Always so sensitive, aren’t you,” he teased before turning your face to his and pulling you into a deep kiss. You couldn’t refrain from pushing your ass back against him, receiving another hungry groan from him in response. “Keep doing that, you know I’m not afraid to get messy,” he warned you.

His hand slipped free from your underwear and moved to your ass, squeezing the soft and supple flesh before lightly slapping your bottom, causing you to yelp at the slight sting. He chuckled at you before his hand drifted over your skin and around you, softly rubbing your lower tummy as he returned to nuzzling his head in your neck. “So, did that help? You feel any better?”

You turned your body over completely to face him, you had stopped paying attention to the movie a while ago anyway, and wrapped yourself around him. He immediately returned the gesture as his arms held you tightly against him.

“I’m feeling better,” you tried to say, though it came out muffled against his shirt as you nuzzled into him.

“Good. I knew you would,” he smirked before kissing the top of your head. “Your attitude is usually just your cry for my attention. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I wasn’t here, giving you exactly what you need?”

You paused and tensed in his arms, furrowing your brows, your head tilting in puzzlement, almost disbelief that he actually said that before taking a deep breath.

“Please, don’t piss me off right now,” annoyance laced your voice, though he only cuddled you tighter as he held you against him.

“What? You know it’s true.”

“No, it’s not,” you argued, trying to pull away, but to no avail.

“It’s okay,” he placated. “Makes me feel like you don’t actually hate me as much as you like to pretend you do half the time.”

You went quiet at that, guilt, that you couldn’t help but resent feeling, surging through you. Instead you took another deep breath, sighing as you buried your head back into his chest while his arms continued to hug you.

“I love that you’re a crybaby- you’re my crybaby,” he smiled as you huffed in quiet annoyance.

“Did you ever think that maybe I’m not a crybaby and you’re just an asshole who happens to make me cry a lot?” you questioned sharply. He smirked down at you, staring at you for a second before he went in for a kiss. You turned your face right before he could connect with your lips causing him to instead kiss your cheek. He swiftly grabbed your face and forced you to look at him, his hold a little too tight as he pulled you in, kissing you hard and wanting, for a little too long.

You cautiously pulled away, your hand on his wrist, avoiding his gaze while looking down to his chest and swallowing hard. You were suddenly a little anxious - he was getting a little more intense and you weren’t in the mood for anything too..heated right then.

And as sensitive as you were at the moment, you just couldn’t help but flash back to the other times you found Bucky being too aggressive with you. You knew you wouldn’t be able to stop him if he tried to push further..not that he would, you tried to tell yourself. You gently pulled his hand down, moving to hold it in yours as you breathed in and out trying to keep your breathing steady.

“Sorry,” he murmured as he pulled you back to his chest, arms never letting you go. “Relax. I’m sorry,” he soothed as his hands rubbed your back.

You laid there for a while, both quiet, as you again calmed in his embrace, his closeness lulling you. The movie was still playing in the background when you eventually broke the silence.

“Since when do you call yourself my boyfriend?”

He laughed. “I was wondering if you’d caught that,”

“I did,” you met his eyes, “Boyfriend seems a little… I don’t know,”

“Understated,” he supplied.

You blinked, nodded lightly, slowly. “Sure.”

He hummed as he looked down at you in his arms. With the weight of his stare, it felt like he wanted to say more. You were grateful though, as he changed the direction of the conversation instead.

“Have you eaten?”

You shook your head in response.

“Neither have I. I don’t wanna get up, though. I’m just gonna order pizza.”

“Okay,” you responded quietly.

He looked down at you again, you could feel him staring, like he always did, as you started nodding off in his arms.

“‘M cold,” you mumbled. Bucky leaned down over you and pulled the throw off the floor, laying it on top of you. “And your pants are itching me.”

“I can take ‘em off,” he smirked.

“If you want to open the door in your boxer briefs later, go right ahead.” You shimmied the blanket behind and under your body so you were essentially wrapped in it, creating a barrier between your soft legs and Bucky’s rough denim.

“You think I won’t?” He was rustling against you and you rolled your eyes as he jostled you while he undid his belt and eventually rid himself of his jeans, with his shirt following suit. He pulled the throw back off of you for the moment as he spoke.

“Now you should take your top off, it’s itching me,” he simpered as his hands pulled at the hem of it, inching it up your soft tummy. Skin to skin with Bucky was your secret little heaven, so you bit back an unbidden giggle as his breath tickled you and his hands smoothed up your sides. He removed your tank top completely, tossing it down with the rest of the clothes that were now piled up around the couch.

“There we go. That’s better,” he smiled as he pulled the soft luxury throw back over your bodies while his arms returned around you, holding you ever closer to him. He leaned his face closer to yours and you didn’t turn away as he kissed you again, soft and gentle this time..Restrained, as you could almost feel him holding himself back while he continued kissing you, seeming as if he never wanted to part from your lips again, until you eventually pulled away to breathe. He kissed you once more, lingering a moment before he let you go with a sigh.

“God, I love you.”

You hummed in response, hiding a soft smile as you pressed soft kisses into his jawline and trailed down his neck before you nuzzled into him again. “Love you,” you breathed, “..you’re warm,” you mumbled into his chest as you cuddled further into him and he chuckled softly.

Your sleepiness was now evident in your voice as your lashes fluttered shut. Soon enough you were napping soundly in his hold and that tugging in your chest that had been longing for him was finally quiet. You were content with his arms around you, more comfortable than you’d been at all these past two days.

You were so much less tense and a lot less upset than you had been, thanks largely in part to the release Bucky had given you. The pleasure also brought much needed relief from the cramps you’d been enduring.

God were you thankful for orgasms. Orgasms and chocolate. Orgasms, chocolate, and cuddles. All of which Bucky readily provided you with.

And now that he was back home, you didn’t have any plans to let him leave you again, for the next few days at least. If he was right about one thing, it was that he knew exactly what you needed, at least most of the time, and when you needed it. And he always gave it to you with no hesitation.

Late that night found Bucky carrying you up the stairs effortlessly as your legs were wrapped around him and you were caught up in a heavy and heated make out session. You almost always eventually, regrettably, turned into a needy mess when you were hormonal and Bucky made no effort in hiding how much he loved it. And though you often made significant efforts to hide how much you loved his care and affection, it always showed through.

The more you had relaxed, and the more comforted and relieved you felt, with his warmth surrounding you as you cuddled together in nothing more than your underwear, you decided that you’d wanted to thank him later.. if he was willing to get a little messy with you, and he always was, then why the hell not. He always took care of you, especially when you felt as bad as you did on your period. He could use some care and attention, too. More than that, you found yourself truly wanting to give it to him. After all, what are fated soulmates for if not to comfort and care for one another through the mundane and the painful. Through it all.. despite it all.

[littlemissnoname13]

Hello can I request where draco in fourth year having a crush on a hufflepuff reader but acts as arsehole cuz he doesn’t know how to show affection , leading it to her avoiding him which makes him depressed about what did he do wrong ?

Hi love. Thanks for the request.💕

I love writing Draco x hufflepuff!reader stories! I am a sucker for a slytherin x hufflepuff pairing.

I added a few extra details here and here. Hope you like it. X

Hopeful (Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Reader)

Word count: 2100 sorry got a bit carried away. 😅

Warnings: None. Soft!Draco being an absolute blubbering idiot.

Draco’s thoughts are written in green

Spring had arrived. 

It could be felt in the cool and gentle zephyr that made the shiny new leaves on top of the once barren and dead trees rustle. 

Daisies were in full bloom and the wind had managed to carry some of the petals away—making them fall to the ground, acting like a harbinger of the fast approaching summer. 

Draco couldn’t be bothered if it was spring, or autumn or winter. 

In that particular moment, all he wanted to do was get away from the Slytherin common room and Pansy Parkinson. 

He had taken her to the Yule ball and things had sort of fizzled out afterwards. He couldn’t get himself to see her as anything other than a friend. 

Having ran all the way to a far and secluded area of the Hogwarts grounds, Draco leaned against a tree trunk and panted heavily in an attempt to catch his breath. 

“Are you—are you alright?” 

Your voice startled him and he quickly stood up straight to look around. 

You were sitting criss-crossed on the grass with your transfigurations textbook opened on your lap. Your shirt sleeves were rolled up and your yellow and black tie hugged very loosely around your neck. 

“Fine.” He muttered as he slowly sat down noticing a single daisy tucked behind your ears. 

After sitting there in complete silence for the next few minutes, he finally spoke up. 

“What are you even doing here anyway?” 

“Just wanted some peace and quiet to be honest.” You said, shrugging your shoulders. “It’s a beautiful day.” 

Draco just hummed in response and kept staring at the daisy in your hair that swayed lightly with the breeze. 

“What?” You asked when you noticed. 

“You have—you have a twig stuck in your hair.” 

“A daisy.” You corrected him as you closed your book and moved a bit closer to where he was sitting. “It’s a daisy.” 

“Yeah I know that. I’m not stupid.” He said quickly. “But why?” 

"Well, Daisies are essentially two flowers blended together in complete harmony." You said pulling the daisy out of your free falling hair before putting your hand forward to hand it to him. 

“And?” Draco reluctantly took the flower from you and blinked his eyes in confusion. 

“They are said to resemble innocence—true love even.”  You explained getting comfortable next to him.

“You believe in all that?” Draco scoffed, twirling the flower between his index finger and thumb. He couldn’t tell if the floral fragrance was coming from you or the air but it made him slightly queasy nonetheless. 

“Merlin. No.” You scrunched up your nose. “It just gives me hope I guess.” 

Draco gave you another hum in response. For someone who came up with snarky and sometimes witty comments on the spot, he found himself weirdly tongue tied. 

“I know you were hiding from Pansy by the way.” You remarked, making a small smile pull at his lips. 

“How come?”

“What do you mean how come?” You rolled your eyes. “Everyone can see that she is obsessed with you for some reason that I personally can't seem to comprehend.” 

~~~~~

The next day during potions class, Draco slowly opened his book and started to absently doodle on it with his quill while Snape talked about the upcoming potions essay that had to be done in pairs. 

Draco knew he should be paying attention but he just couldn’t get the interaction between you two out of his head. 

And just when he took a deep breath and decided to focus, a familiar scent started to fill his lungs up. 

Fruity, almost spicy notes of strawberry and pink grapefruit mixed with gardenias, vanilla and musk. It felt like someone had tossed a huge bouquet into the room. 

He knew it was you without even bothering to look up from my book. 

"Ah, Miss y/l/n. Late again." Snape muttered. “Five points from Hufflepuff house.” 

You quietly sat down next to your friend with your head hung low and Draco fought an unexplainable urge to give you a hug. 

"The essay must be done in pairs.." Snape said.

Great. 

"Ronald Weasley and Gregory Goyle." 

This is exactly what I needed right now. Thanks Snape. 

"Blaise Zabini and Hannah Abott." 

The last thing I need is someone weighing my essay down. 

"Draco Malfoy and y/n y/l/n." 

What? 

You turned back to look at Draco and gave him  an apologetic smile and he didn't understand why you kept smiling at him. It's not like the both of you had suddenly formed an unlikely bond with each other. 

Draco scowled at you in return and quickly raised his hand. "May I work on my essay alone?" 

"No. You may not Mr. Malfoy."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You and Draco had been studying in the library for almost an hour. Because you were quietly sitting next to him, his elbows and knees slightly brushed yours every few seconds and as much as he hated to admit it, He secretly enjoyed it. 

Contrary to yesterday, Draco was trying very hard to make a conversation with you. You seemed somewhat offended that he had asked Snape to work on the essay alone. 

“I am happy to do most of the writing if you can look up all the ingredients.” You offered.

You don’t have to do all of that yourself. I am happy to help with the writing too. Is what he should have said. 

“Fine whatever.” He said instead as he reached for a copy of One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi. 

That night, Draco stayed up tossing and turning in his bed before giving up on getting any sleep for the night. 

He lethargically walked towards his dresser and put his hands in his blazer pocket pulling out the now dried and pressed daisy from the other day. 

Taking a deep breath, he put the flower in between the pages of his copy of One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi. 

You were drawing him in, undoing him, unraveling him even. 

He knew that. 

But did you?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Draco! Open up." 

His head jolted towards the door and He quickly walked over to open it. 

You stood on the other end with books tucked in your arms, wearing your denim shorts and a plain white tank top—looking like summer personified. 

The more time he spent with you, the more he started to notice your quirks. Like that the way your skin glowed as the days got warmer. 

Compliment her. Do it. It’s not Difficult. 

“Did you do something different to your hair?” 

“Uh—no why are you asking.” 

“It just looks a bit strange.” He commented wanting to slap himself. 

"Okay, well are you going to let me in?" You questioned, wondering why he was blocking the way and asking you about your hair. 

Why did you have to wear that God damned tank top-

"Sorry?" You asked stepping inside making his cheeks burn when he realized he wasn’t meaning to say that out loud. 

"Just shut up and get back to working in the essay or whatever it is that you were doing." Draco grumbled feeling embarrassed as he grabbed some fresh parchment. 

Okay. Focus. The Strengthening solution requires...

You stretched a little and pushed your hair away from your face. 

several days to mature...

"Staring is rude Draco." You suddenly interrupted his thoughts as you set your eyes on his—peering right into his soul.

Draco felt like he was giving you some sort of power over him and the possibility of you using that power and leaving him heartbroken made him feel so very vulnerable.

He couldn't take the vulnerability a second longer.

 "I don't think we should study together anymore." He blurted quickly standing up. “It's for the best.”

"Huh?" You stood up contorting your face in total confusion—wondering just what you had done to piss him off. "What's wrong Draco? Did I do something wrong?" 

"Leave. Now." He muttered with his teeth clenched. 

Please don’t go.

"Just go—leave please."

You couldn’t help but feel a sharp sting burning your insides as you gathered all the books that were on the floor and ran made your way towards hufflepuff dormitories with tears threatening to flood your eyes. 

As soon as you ran off, he punched his wall and muttered out the plethora of angry curses when the impact bruised his knuckles.

~~~~~~~~~~~

During the following week, Draco failed to show up to any of your shared classes after you had refused to talk to him after what happened. 

Even if you did manage to see him walking down the halls or walking with Crabbe and Goyle, you noticed that he looked like he hadn’t eaten or slept in days. 

On a Tuesday, Draco looked at the Hufflepuff table during breakfast and when you caught his eye, all you did was look away. 

Everyone at school had their opinions about him—most of them weren’t good opinions. 

But when you were with him under that tree, he seemed different. His smirk was more playful than condescending. It managed to charm you in a way. 

You took a final bite of your toast and gathered all your books, walking to your Potions class. 

His seat still remained empty and you shook your head, trying to snap away from the thoughts of him as you flipped open your book. 

Only it wasn’t your book. 

You didn’t remember writing on the margins and making annotations on your book. 

Running your fingertips along the pages, you flipped to the very first page of the book. 

D. Malfoy was written in ridiculously neat handwriting and you shook your head when you realized that you had grabbed his book with you that day by mistake. 

And just when you were about to put his book away, something fell from in between the pages and fell onto your desk. 

It was the daisy you had woven into your hair the other day. Even in its dried state, the petals remained intact like her had done something to keep them that way.

When class was finally over, you made a quick beeline towards the slytherin dungeons, bumping into people along the way. 

~~~~~~~~~

“Some hufflepuff girl is standing outside the dungeons asking to see you.” Theo shrugged when he saw Draco at the common room sofa. “Says it's urgent.” 

He felt terrified yet so elated as he quickly stood up and made his way outside. 

“Here’s your book.” You said taking a step towards him. “You never told me what’s wrong by the way.” 

“Thank you.” Draco quickly took his book from you and stared at the ground. 

“Why did you stop talking to me y/n?”

“You told me to go away—If I remember correctly.” You said shaking your head at him. “Tell me Draco, what’s wrong?”

“Everything.” He said quietly, meeting your gaze. 

"What do you mean?" 

"You make me feel all weak.....and smiley...and I hate it." He looked at you with agitation.

"Weak?" You ran your  fingers through your hair in confusion. 

"And your ridiculous white tank top." Draco half yelled. 

"What's wrong with my top?" You asked, raising your voice slightly as if you had had enough of this. 

"Nothing is wrong except for the fact that you look stunning in it.” He blurted involuntarily. "It is absolutely distracting when one is trying to study!." 

He watched you open your mouth in shock and close it. Before he could spend another minute trying to solve the riddle that was your expression, you grabbed him by his tie and placed your lips on his. 

His brows furrowed as he kissed you back tenderly. Tasting the sweetness of your lips—pouring out every bit of suppressed passion and adoration he felt for you with his lips.

There was something so strange and euphoric about finally kissing someone he had been longing to kiss for so long. 

Something so magical about holding the person that fits perfectly into his arms. 

Freaking Finally. 

He was slightly disappointed when you slowly backed away, but the glow on your skin and the glossy ness in your eyes made him smile. 

"I guess I'll leave before I realize the consequences of what I have just done." You said softly as you held his face and placed a small peck on his lips.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next day, you found a tiny box and an envelope on your desk when you woke up. Your roommate let you know that Draco Malfoy had stopped by late last night when you were asleep and half begged and half threatened her to leave the box on your desk. 

You slowly opened the box and found a bedazzled and whimsical looking daisy necklace, encrusted with gems.  

A Daisy for my daisy. 

You give me hope.

- D.M

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[an-angel-in-the-garden]

Dating the Obey Me! boys

So I had surgery yesterday and have to be stuck in my room not doing much for a bit so I plan to try and write lots of things and I thought why not start with Obey Me. Hope you enjoy, these are also kinda short since it was so many people! CW: Spoilers and slightly dark

Lucifer

Dating Lucifer is a bit of a struggle at the start

He's headstrong and cruel even to those he care's about so it can be hard to get into a relationship with him

Once that bond is formed however its a different story though he is still blunt and a bit harsh he's more open

He enjoys classic dates candle lit dinners walks under the moon or swaying in his office with his records on

Lucifer adores when you visit him in his office just to spend time with him while he works

Not much PDA but not fully against it will wrap an arm around your waist and might kiss your head if he's feeling really soft that day

Supportive even if he's harsh he wants the best for you in his eyes you deserver the world and then some

Mammon

Mammon is very open about his feelings

Not good with PDA gets very embarrassed but loves it all the same

Will spend money on you without really thinking about it he wants to you everything and in his eyes money is everything

He gets you involved with many schemes but also does everything in his power to not let you get hurt

If any of his siblings are having a bad day and it gets taken out on you he steps in and will swing if needed

Speaking of siblings they dont treat him that well and though he tends to put on a front you kindness to him means so much he can and will cry

Soft just wants you happy your smile makes him feel special and truly loved so he wants you to feel the same

Leviathan

This is a roller coaster that's for sure

Leviathan is a tsundere on the surface but once in a relationship he's a bit more yandere then one might think

With that Levi is very tameable quelling any jealousy of another he might have is simple just give him affection

He can not handle PDA he blushes freaks out and might even faint if people are around

Indoor dates in his aquarium room and also gaming together or watching anime

Though he's not one to enjoy the outdoors if you want to go on a public date all you need to do is ask

Parise for him is heavenly you telling him he's done well or that he makes you happy means he world to him

Satan

Getting into a relationship with Satan is a friends to lovers kinda story he need so much trust to know he can be truly honest with you

Its very give and take he wants this to have the same importance on both side

Café dates often to a cat café and if you allergic dont worry he has a spell for that

Will show off your relationship to everyone

Enjoy soft PDA i.e. hand holding an arm around the waist forehead kisses etc.

Really loves talking with you about books whether about a book you both have read or simply you listening as he goes on about one he likes, Satan also loves hearing you talks about your interest

Hell protect you with his life you're someone who let him feel more then just anger someone who loves him for himself and its all he really wanted

Asmodeus

Dating Asmodesu is not easy and there's a chance it will never be a healthy relationship

He's flirts alot and that's something you have to get use to but Asmo try's very hard to never take it to far once your together

Love PDA will always want to be all over you and hopes you feel the same

Shopping dates are a must in his eyes and of you ever feel self conscious he does his best to help

Talks about you non stop to anyone and everyone he's happy your in his life but in the end his sin makes it quite hard to ever be in a fully committed relationship

Spoils you so much, wants you to live in luxury like him after all someone as perfect as you deserves it

The genuine affection and love is something new to him its something he never thought he would have so when you entered his life he felt you could only ever make things brighter and he plans to always be there for you

Beelzebub

This is a relationship that develops without much thought

It becomes a habit for Beel to share his food with you or to seek you out just to be with you for a while

At some point its pointed out how you both act and Beelzebub confesses

Dates are common and its often food date going to new and old places he thinks you would like

Not great at planning things but if you have something you want to do or talk about he's all in

Very soft with you though its not often that hell innate PDA or anything he's always up to reciprocate it

A gentle giant who wants you safe and happy even if it means sharing his snacks

Belphegor

This is a full slow burn with his hatred of humans and his lack of trust its not an easy ride

Being with him takes a while starting as just people to friends to maybe more to lovers its a drawn out thing

No PDA he just doesn't handle it well however at the house or alone he's very affectionate

You all go on dates rarely as he's not one for going out and would rather spend quite time with you at home

One of his favorite things to do with you is laze around while you talk about your day or things you've been into lately

Will always make sure you have a good nights sleep if your someone prone to bad dreams he can help with that

Though the relationship with him starts a little rocky he treasures you more then he might admit and he happy you gave him a chance

Diavolo

Another friends to lovers and a little forbidden on top of that but you two make it work

It starts as just him being overly interested in the human world and not so slowly he starts to take interest in just you

Diavolo spoils you when he can you've given him so much and he wants to give back

Loves PDA but knows that he has to reel it in due to him tittle so he settles for just holding your hand

Is a very soft demon for you wanting to make you're as comfortable as you can be

Really enjoys when you visit him even if it just you popping in to say hi it just brightens his day

Being in a relationship wit Diavolo isn't easy it takes alot to keep up with everything but he's never been happier then with you by his side

Barbatos (I love him so much so his is slightly longer)

A slow burn and secret relationship full of its ups and downs yet its something he wouldn't trade for anything

The start of the relationship is slow and honestly it doesn't even seem like your dating he's still closed off only being polite when you two are together

It takes him far longer then you would think for him to realize how much that hurts you he hasn't been wit someone for so long if ever he's not use to it

Once you break that barrier things are smoother he's willing to be open with you alone giving you affection when you ask and even sometimes acting with out you saying anything

Barbatos thinks about you alot when he's working always wanting to know what your up to and how your feeling

Wont want to tell anyone he takes his work very seriously and doesn't want that to ever be at risk but on top of that he knows some people dont like him and if they know about you well he doesn't want to think about that

Refuses to look into your future he knows he wont be able to handle what hell see

It a relationship that takes time and sometime it seems like it might slip away but he's always there and he strives to be with you and make you happy just please give him all your love too

Simeon

A story tale romance most the time but one that almost seems impossible to keep

He's the perfect gentlemen sweet moonlight date or strolls through a garden, holding the door open or offering you his coat

With that it might seem like you never see the real him just the person/angle that he wants you to see someone perfect

Once you two have been together a few months hell start to really open up letting you see his more mischievous side and even talking about the pain from when the others fell

Simeon will always be there for you and when your down he wants to be someone you can lean on

The two of you in the in his room the soft lighting thanks to the fire with the only sounds in the room being the scribble of pen on paper and quite breathing making the night feel like endless bliss

He knows this relationship is dangerous if he's not careful he could fall but when you look at him eyes shinning with nothing but love he thinks maybe that wouldn't be so bad

Solomon

An almost tragic love story that much to his glee ends in happiness

He's met you in many lifetimes yet you were never his bit this time this wonderful time you choose him

The most romantic dates with Solomon anything you want he can probably get

Tried to cook for you it didn't go well but man he tried

Helps you study and will partake in your hobbies if you want

Is ok with PDA prefers the simple stuff over anything major

Is such a lovely relationship one he's spent so long waiting for and he's wont let it slip away now