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t0wnspersonb · 4 years

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The Eagle and The Rabbit (Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader)

Anonymous said:

hiiican i request wakatoshi having a small and shy manager s/o who got lost in one of their matches and someone was tryna hit on her so, that so happens to be a player from the team they are playing against

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Word Count: 1,839

Summary: Your directional skills weren’t the best, but it never mattered as long as Ushijima was by your side. But what happens when he’s not?

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I hope you guys enjoy some more Wakatoshi bullshit lol. I still have quite a bit of requests I’m still shuffling through so please be patient with me with uploading new content. I’ll probably be doing two more requests before I close it for now. I want to write a bit more stuff that isn’t related to Haikyuu. I hope ya’ll are Kuroko no basket fans and Naruto fans😂👀 because that’s probably going to be my next set of fics coming out!

I would also like to dedicate this to not only this wonderful anon who had such a cute idea but also to my @sunshinewitchz who is a fucking simp for Wakatoshi. but aren’t we all?

Anyway please enjoy!:)

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“Wait.” Ushijima said, grabbing you by the collar of your team jacket, yanking you back to his side.

You looked up at him in confusion, the rest of the team heading towards the changing rooms.

“What is it Toshi?” you asked quietly.

He stared at your sweet face for a moment, appreciating the cuteness that you were displaying right now.

“Your sense of direction is terrible. I’m worried that you’re going to get lost.” He said simply.

You pouted at his words, while there was truth to it, he didn’t have to phrase it so bluntly.

“I’ll be fine. We’ve been here before.” You said softly, fidgeting at the ends of your hair, a habit that you always had.

You were Ushijima’s childhood friend turned girlfriend, as well as the manager of Shiratorizawa. A damn good one at that.

The only issue was that - well yes, you got lost easily. It had always been that way. Even as a child your sense of direction was extremely poor, and it didn’t improve as you got older. But to you it didn’t matter, Ushijima was always by your side, a constant protector in your life, so you never really thought about improving your directional skills.

As long as he was with you. You were always safe.

Ushijima frowned at your words. “You still get lost in places you’ve visited before.”

You sighed softly, gently straightening his jacket. “It’s fine Toshi, you need to change. The rest of the team is going to start wondering where you went. Besides I have to finish doing my manager duties before your game starts.”

He studied your face once more, his expression softening slightly. He rested his large hand on top of your head, gently ruffling the hair. “You work too hard. Don’t overdo it.”

“You guys work harder, I just want to make it a little bit easier for you all.” you said quietly, giving him a sweet smile.

Ushijima’s heart thumped hard in his chest, you were the sweetest thing he’s ever laid eyes on, and the fact that you were his… he had never been more content in his entire life.

He gently pressed his palm against your soft, plump cheek, feeling it warm under his touch. “I’ll see you in a bit. Pay attention to your surroundings.” he warned, before walking off.

You giggled quietly to yourself, watching his retreating figure. Sometimes he was too overprotective.

Not that you minded though.

You hummed quietly to yourself as you began filling up the water bottles, planning to make their drinks and finishing up the rest of your manager duties.

By the time you had finished your duties, you hadn’t realized that it was getting close to the meet time with the boys, right before the match.

But… where was that again?

“Oh no.” you said quietly, mentally slapping yourself at the fact that Ushijima was right. You hadn’t been paying attention when you went to make the drinks for the team, you couldn’t remember how to get back to where you were before, because at least you could find your way to the gym from that point.

You reached into your jacket pocket for your phone, only to come up empty handed. You slapped your forehead with your palm. Ushijima was holding onto it for you.

“I guess I’ll just start walking and see where I end up. Hopefully, the boys are looking for me now.” You mumbled to yourself and turned down one of the hallways.

But after making three wrong turns and still having now idea where you were, you started to get nervous.

Ushijima was definitely going to lecture you. A lot.

You were too wrapped up in your thoughts to even take notice of your surroundings. It wasn’t until you ran into something hard and warm that you realized you bumped into someone.

You looked up and saw a guy with black spiky hair, he was wearing a volleyball jersey that you weren’t familiar with, and he was big… very big.

You looked away from his face immediately, a red blush coating your cheeks in embarrassment as you bowed to him carefully. “I’m so s-sorry.”

Unbeknownst to you, the tall player was checking you out, a small smirk overcoming his features.

“No worries. Are you here to cheer on your boyfriend or something?” he asked.

“Um… n-no… actually I -” you stuttered out nervously. “Are you lost?” he interrupted, his eyes continuing their up and down movement on your small form.

You started to feel uneasy, your eyes darting around to see if there was anyone else. The halls were empty.

“Umm… kinda…” you said softly, trailing off.

His smirk widened, his hand resting on your shoulder forcefully. You winced in pain and fear from the sudden contact.

“I can help you find your way… or we can have a bit of fun before my next match starts.” He said slyly, leaning down closer to your face.

You flinched away, your heart racing like a hummingbird at this point, genuine fear prickled at your skin; stung at the backs of your eyes.

“N-N-No thanks. I sh-should be going now…” you whimpered out quietly, attempting to free yourself from his grasp that was now clutching at your elbow.

“What’s the hurry cutie?” he asked, backing you up against the wall, his hands now resting on either side of your head, preventing you from escaping.

Your lips trembled as you bit back tears. Your heart was thumping painfully in your chest at this point, your body shaking like a caught rabbit, and the guy that was cornering you was the snake, preparing himself for his next meal.

“It turns me on when you shake like that.” he whispered, eyes flashing dangerously as he leaned closer to your now tear stained face.

“Waka-” “What the hell are you doing?” just as you were about to call out for your savior, he was already there.

Your boyfriend’s large frame shook in anger, his glare was piercing as he stared down at your attacker.

Rage was rolling off him in waves, his demeanor resembling that of an angry eagle, ready to kill.

He was already in his uniform, his team jacket hanging off his broad shoulders, large hands clenched tightly into fists at his sides.

The tall male that cornered you froze in fear, sweat beading on his forehead at the immense amount of pressure he was now feeling from the Shiratorizawa ace.

“O-Oh, is this your manager?” the guy stuttered out, now noticing the similar jacket you wore.

“That’s my girlfriend.” Ushijima stated, his voice a deep and dark baritone. “Get away from her. Now.”

The male nodded rapidly, immediately stepping aside. “I’m s-sorry Ushijima-san. I didn’t know…”

The icy glare that overtook Ushijima’s face sharpened, if looks could kill… that guy would be six feet under by now. He quickly walked over to the trembling volleyball player, grabbing the front of his jersey, and yanking him up to eye level.

You had thought that the male that cornered you was huge, but compared to Ushijima, he was considerably small. A snake in the talons of a great white eagle.

“It doesn’t matter that you didn’t know.” Ushijima said. “You shouldn’t be putting your filthy hands on any girl. People like you make me sick.”

You had never seen anyone more scared before. But the same could be said about Ushijima as he glanced over at you. He had never seen you so fearful before. It made his blood boil as he took in your trembling figure and tear stained face, you had collapsed onto the floor at this point, your shaky legs no longer being able to hold you up.

He gritted his teeth in anger before setting his eyes back on the figure in front of him. “I better not see you again.” he all but tossed the said male to the side, watching as he whimpered and scampered away.

Before you knew it, Ushijima was at your side, his large and powerful body crouched down to your level. “Are you okay?” he murmured tenderly, hands already moving to cup your face.

His eyes searched your face and body, making sure that you weren’t hurt. He didn’t notice any visible injuries to his relief, but he couldn’t stand the sight of the tears falling down your face.

“Toshi.” you sobbed out, throwing yourself into the ace, not that the sudden movement moved his solid body. He pulled you tighter into his chest, his large hands rubbing against your back soothingly as you cried.

He didn’t say anything as you cried, but his gentle touch, and the way that he held you, the way that his body crowded your small one, made you feel protected and loved. The heat from his hands sent a gentle comfort into your distressed heart, the coldness slowly seeping out of your body.

Once your tears had turned into quiet hiccups, he gently moved you out of his chest so he could look at your face.

His expression was soft as he gently wiped the remaining tears from your cheeks.

“Feel better?” he asked, tenderly cupping the side of your neck, his large thumb gently rubbing along your delicate jaw.

You nodded wordlessly, sniffling slightly as you rubbed at your eyes. He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, gently trailing more delicate kisses down your face before capturing your lips in a heartfelt kiss.

A gentle claim that he was here, that you were safe, and that you were his.

All too soon he pulled away but pressed his forehead against yours. “Good. We need to go meet up with the others. Everyone was worried when you didn’t show up at the agreed time.”

“I’m sorry.” you whispered softly. “I got lost.”

“We figured, that’s why we all went to look for you. I’m glad I got to you in time.” he said frowning, anger once again bubbling up as he thought of the position he had found you in.

He stood up, gently grabbing your hands, and pulling you up to your feet with ease. He tangled your fingers together as he tugged you along to the gym their match was going to be held out.

“Toshi?” you said quietly, gently squeezing his hand.

“Yes?” he asked, glancing down at you.

You beamed up at him, the sweetest smile coating your lips, your eyes held nothing but love and adoration for the tall ace.

“I love you.”

He looked away from you as a soft blush covered his cheeks, his fingers squeezing you back. “I love you too.”

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“How come that guy is deliberately avoiding you Wakatoshi?” Tendou asked, cocking his head to the side as he watched a guy with spiky hair flinching and running away from the ball whenever it was Ushijima’s turn.

“Because he knows I’m going to break his arms.” Ushijima said bluntly, causing the familiar male to bow and apologize, much to everyone’s confusion.

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nsfwflint · 3 years

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Office Politics: Team Dinner

After two months, I return! Finally finished a new piece and chapter 3 of Office Politics. Sorry that it took so long guys. But hey, I’m sort of on schedule with there being three months between each chapter LOL. Anyway I hope you enjoy and thank you all for being patient and waiting for me. <3

Read on AFF

“Hi there. Welcome to the acting department. I’m Han Bo Reum and I’ll be in charge of your training. I look forward to getting to know you.”

As soon as the words leave them, Bo Reum’s plump lips turn into a welcoming smile. You haven’t even stepped off the elevator and the team leader is greeting you personally. Entranced by everything about her, you can’t stop your eyes from wandering up and down her body. The way her outfit flaunts her curves amazes you. Your eyes slowly devour every inch of her body, stopping to marvel at her sizable chest. Continuing the journey, the next thing you end up staring at is her full lips. Finally, you end up meeting her warm friendly eyes and blush slightly. If Bo Reum feels anything about you admiring her body, she doesn’t show it. She turns around and starts walking towards the bullpen.

“This way. I’ll introduce you to the rest of the team.” Bo Reum says as you trail behind her.

Following her into the office space, you’re pleasantly surprised at the difference in atmosphere. While the idol division had separated cubicles, the acting division has all the desks pushed together without any walls between them. As soon as you see the other team member, you have no idea how you’re going to be able to stop looking at them long enough to get any work done. They see you approaching with Bo Reum and stand to greet you.

“This is the new rookie who is being transferred here temporarily for training,” Bo Reum gestures to you vaguely. “Make sure to get along. I’ve got to join a call with some higher-ups, so I’ll let you introduce yourselves.”

As if something is just now dawning on her, she looks around the office.

“Chae Soo Bin, why are you the only one here right now?” Bo Reum frowns.

“Sun Young and Sung Hee are out of the office today. You said you wanted them to do some sort of client meeting, remember?” Soo Bin replies.

“Oh. Right. I forgot that was today. Well I guess it’s up to you to start training the rookie.”

Bo Reum quickly walks back towards her office, and you watch her pick up her phone as she sits down. Turning back to your new coworker, you attempt to stifle a quiet sigh; desperately trying not to show how overwhelmed you are by her beauty. You shift uncomfortably as Chae Soo Bin looks you up and down, silently evaluating your worth. Suddenly, she gives you a beaming smile so warm it could melt the ice caps. Your face grows hot as you attempt to smile back, although you’re not sure if your face is able to move properly.

“You’ll fit right in here! Glad to meet you!” Soo Bin says cheerily.

“You as well,” You bow politely. “So who else is normally here?”

“Well we normally have Ko Sung Hee here at this desk.”

Soo Bin points towards a desk covered with various notepads and sticky notes, seemingly having a note for everything she does. Looking to the desk next to it, you chuckle at the puppy shaped trash can sitting underneath a much more organized table. A notepad, calendar, and pencil cup surround an open space where you assume a laptop would normally be.

“Who sits there?”

“Ah, that’s Sun Young’s desk. She went by Abel Ryu for a while, but she’s gone back to her birth name since retiring. So now she’s Ryu Sun Young again.”’

“Abel Ryu works here?” You blurt out, noticing the excitement in your voice just a little too late.

“Oh ho. Guess I’ll need to tell her that she has a fan.” Soo Bin teases.

You feel your face growing hot again as she giggles at you.

“This one is yours, so make yourself at home. Let’s get right into things.” She says as she points towards the one empty table.

Giggling as she sits at her desk, you notice that Soo Bin’s desk looks exactly as cheery as you expected it to. Bright pink and yellow papers and folders cover her desk. A small yellow flower sits on the corner. She begins to walk you through some of the basic duties of the department. It’s not too long before she leaves you to your own devices and gets into her own work. Every once in a while you see her look at the flower and smile. As you wonder if it’s from a lover, you quickly look down at your laptop when you see Soo Bin noticing you staring.

Most of the day flies by as you quickly find yourself swamped in work. Finally, you’re able to take a quick rest for your lunch break. As you scoot your seat out and get ready to leave, Bo Reum emerges from her office for the first time since she left you to meet Soo Bin..

“All right guys, don’t forget. In order to properly welcome the rookie, we’ll be having a team dinner at my place tonight. Make sure you all show up. I just texted you the address, rookie.” Bo Reum says before heading back into her office.

Confused by what just happened, you check your phone. Sure enough, there’s a text message with an address sitting in your inbox.

“Is it just me, or is it weird that Team Leader Han wants to have a team dinner at her apartment?” You ask, warily looking up from the text message.

“Not particularly. We all go over to her apartment all the time. Despite being our boss, we’re pretty close friends. Bo Reum loves to host, so she invites us over all the time.” Soo Bin responds absentmindedly as she continues typing up her report.

“I see. Well, I’m going to get lunch. Be back in a bit.” You say, trying to distract yourself from the weirdness of it all.

“Pick me up some Subway on your way back.” Soo Bin calls out as you round the corner to the elevator.

Hours later, you find yourself ringing the doorbell to your new Team Leader’s apartment. Millions of thoughts are racing through your mind. You weren’t sure of the dress code, so you’re dressed in your usual jeans and t-shirt, with a fleece zip-up that remains unzipped. A nervous knot builds in your stomach as you think of all the ways this could go horribly wrong. Thankfully before you manage to get too far down that particular rabbit hole, the apartment door swings open. Han Bo Reum stands there and greets you with a bright smile. You glance down at her oversized tan sweater to see the words “Feel The Wind Ride Me” and wonder if she stole that from her drama set or ordered one herself. Between her sweater being so big and her shorts being too small, it looks like she isn’t wearing any pants. With an anxious gulp, you struggle to force yourself to not stare at her shapely legs.

“Welcome! Hope it wasn’t too hard to find. Come on in!” Bo Reum pulls you inside.

“Nah, it wasn’t bad at all. I don’t live too far away actually,” You reply, looking around inside as you kick off your shoes. “Where is everyone else?”

“Oh really? That’s good to know. And nobody else is here yet. You’re a little early so we’ve got some time to kill.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I tend to be early a lot since I’m nervous about being late.”

“That’s fine. It’s a good habit honestly.”

“What should we do until then?” You ask.

“I have an idea. I hope you’re ready to sweat.” Bo Reum smiles.

After a few hours, beads of sweat drip down your forehead as your breathing grows ragged. You find yourself quickly reaching your limit. A passionate fire burns inside you, knowing that the end is here and yours for the taking. With an intense look in your eyes, you prepare to finish; trying to exert even more of your strength.

“And this, is to go, even further beyond!” You yell before releasing a loud grunt.

“You lose again,” Bo Reum laughs as she dangles a controller off her wrist. “How are you so bad at Wii tennis? And what’s up with the yelling?”

“Cut me some slack, I never played on a Wii. And I don’t know, it just makes it more fun.” You sigh as you slip your hand out of the wrist strap.

Bo Reum giggles some more as you both collapse on the couch. Turning towards her, you end up staring deeply into her eyes. After a few seconds, you realize how dangerous it is and look away.

“So, when is everyone else going to get here? It’s starting to get kind of late.” You say as you nervously clear your throat.

“Oh, they’re not.”

“What do you mean?”

“I told them all I was sick, so nobody is coming.” She says, slowly scooting closer to you.

“Wh-why would you do that?” You swallow anxiously.

“Because, I wanted some time alone with you. We’re not all like Seungyeon and want to constantly fuck in the office.”

Blinking in confusion, you begin to wonder how many people knew about the work hour escapades. You guess you weren’t being as discreet as you thought. Before you open your mouth, Bo Reum slowly takes off her sweater; revealing her giant breasts snuggled tightly into a black bra.

“Besides, I know you want some alone time too. You’ve been staring at these all day.” Bo Reum says, her honey-like voice suddenly dripping with seduction.

“Can you blame me? They’re really, really nice.” You gulp as you feel your pants slowly start to get tighter.

“And they can be all yours if you want them,” Bo Reum gently places her hand on your thigh, slowly inching it closer and closer to your dick. “Do you want them? Do you want me?”

“I really do.” You nod, your cock now fully erect and throbbing in your jeans.

“Good. I’m happy to hear that.”

Bo Reum leans in and pushes her lips against yours. Plump and sweet, it doesn’t take any time before you’re sucking and nibbling on her lips, sneaking your tongue in every once in a while. Muffled moans escape both your mouths as you fall deeper and deeper into the kiss. Turning fully towards her, she quickly presses against your chest. You wrap your arms around her slender body. The sensation of her sizable breasts pushing against you builds your lust for her body even more. Both of your tongues swirl around rapidly and aggressively. More moans begin to fill the room as your tongues continue to massage each other. You don’t know how much time has passed as you continue to savor the taste of her delicious lips. Your cock throbs crazily in your pants as you finally pull away from the intense kiss.

“I want you to fuck me with your tits.” You pant heavily.

Giving you one last quick kiss, Bo Reum slowly slips down onto the floor. Kneeling between your knees, she gives you an alluring smile and reaches behind her back with one hand. She teasingly unclasps her bra, the black straps slowly sliding down her slender arms. Apparently deciding to tease you, she stops taking her bra off and instead pulls down your pants. Determined to torture you, she takes her sweet time pulling down your boxers as well. After a few eternal seconds, she rips down your boxers and your erect cock springs out.

Biting her lip, Bo Reum relishes your facial expressions as she teases you. Finally, the large cupped bra releases from her skin and her heavenly breasts now fully bare for you to see. With a playful smile she tosses the bra across the room. You lick your lips at the sight of her giant tits as she slowly wraps them around your cock. Her stiff nipples beg for you to tease them, but what catches your eye is a small beauty mark near her right nipple.

“I didn’t know you had a beauty mark.” You say, moaning softly as she squeezes her breasts tighter around your shaft.

“The things we could do with what you don’t know about me. But don’t worry, that won’t be for too much longer. By the end of the night, we’ll have learned so much about each other.” Bo Reum says with a seductive wink.

“God, I want to learn everything about you right now.” You groan.

With another smile, Bo Reum starts stroking her breasts up and down your shaft. The soft pressure of being between her tits quickly fills you with pleasure. You drink in the sight before you, a fantasy you’ve played in your head so many times finally come to fruition. The sensation of your dick buried in her heavenly flesh, your tip peeking out of her deep cleavage. Her silken skin clings to your cock as she sandwiches your cock even tighter between her chest. As much as you want to keep your eyes burned onto this scene, the pleasure proves to be too much and you lean your head backwards in ecstasy. A plethora of moans escape your lips as she picks up the pace, furiously jerking you off with her immaculate breasts.

“Fuck. Fuck, you’re so good baby.” You grunt.

“You haven’t seen anything yet hun.” Bo Reum smirks before leaning down.

Without even half a second to wonder what she’s doing, Bo Reum takes your tip into her mouth. Whatever pleasure you felt before is nothing compared to the incredible feeling you’re experiencing as she rapidly swirls her tongue around your tip. You can’t even begin to describe the noises of lust you’re making anymore. Her soft tongue rubs and massages your dick, masterfully flowing against the curves and crevices of your tip. Warm saliva slickens your cock as she continues to stroke you with her breasts.

“God, this is fucking amazing. You’re so fucking incredible.” You groan.

You feel Bo Reum’s lips smile against your shaft. Her big eyes look up at you as she slurps on your tip. Suddenly, she starts to suck your dick with an intensity you’ve never experienced. Her head rapidly bobs up and down on your cock, the warmth of her mouth constricting you. The weight of her breasts against your dick increases as she squeezes them even closer together. As she continues to suck on your dick, her soft tongue circles around your tip. Moans make their way out of you, the pleasure so intense you struggle to keep your eyes open.

Her breasts continue to rapidly rub up and down your shaft, the friction of her soft skin tugging on your dick. Bo Reum continues to alternate between pooling her saliva around your cock and sucking it dry every few minutes. The tightness of her cheeks eagerly constricts your tip as they vibrate every time she sucks. Her soft lips freely glide up and down your cock. It doesn’t take long before the extraordinary pleasure betrays you. Your cock throbs violently and you both know you’re almost there.

“Fuck. I’m going to cum, Bo Reum.”

Bo Reum looks up at you again with an expression that seems to say “let it all out.” The soft valley of her breasts pressures your shaft while her tongue swirls and slurps your tip. Suddenly you reach down, pushing her head onto your cock. Without any conscious control over your own body, you start thrusting upwards. Your tip slams into the back of her throat as the wet chasm of her mouth drowns you in ecstasy. The heavenly weight of her tits against your dick is even more exhilarating, her skin briskly rubbing against you. Her tender lips sliding up and down your cock, quickly driving you to the edge.

After a few more thrusts, your dick throbs inside her mouth again. Your tip swelling with cum, you manage to muster one final slam before reaching your limit. You time your last thrust carefully; pushing as deep into her mouth as you can as a thick blast of semen erupts from your cock. Bo Reum swallows as your cum continues to pour into the back of her throat. The friction of her cheeks swallowing against your tip only heightens your pleasure. As one last rope of semen shoots into her mouth, you finally remove your hands from head. Lifting her head off your cock, she gives you a lustful smile as she swallows the last bit of your load.

“Sorry about being sort of rough. It felt so good that I just couldn’t control myself.” You pant.

“It’s fine, I like it a little rough. Hope that isn’t all you got though.” Bo Reum winks.

As she stands back up and straddles your lap, her pussy rubs against your dick and you realize for the first time tonight that she actually isn’t wearing any shorts.

“Have you not had pants on all night?” You ask, surprised.

“I guess I should call you a gentleman for not looking enough to notice.”

“Well you won’t be calling me a gentleman for long with what I want to do to you.”

“I would hope so. You’re not here for romance after all, you’re here to fuck my brains out and fill me with cum.”

Bo Reum’s brutal honesty arouses you, your cock fully erect again and throbbing against the lips of her pussy. The sensation of your dick twitching against her lips apparently excites her as much as it excites you, as her fluids leak onto your shaft. She slowly grinds against your cock. After a few seconds, Bo Reum licks her lips and sits up, hovering over your erect dick. Without any warning, she mounts you; immediately slamming herself onto your cock. A mixture of loud moans fills the apartment as your tip pushes into her depths. You quickly find yourself wondering what’s with the women at this office, why does nobody ever want to let you take time to adjust to them?

“Holy shit you’re so tight, Bo Reum.” You groan.

“We’re just getting started, big boy.” Bo Reum says with a flirty wink.

Not wasting any time, she starts grinding on your dick. You can’t stop the countless moans from leaving your mouth and Bo Reum sees it as an opening; immediately leaning over and darting her tongue into your mouth. Her tongue gleefully rubs and massages yours as the warmth of her cunt pressures your shaft. Enjoying the sweet taste of her lips against yours again, you start to lose yourself in the experience that is Han Bo Reum. Your hands travel down and squeeze her soft ass roughly. Her flesh ripples against your fingertips as she continues to grind on you. After a few minutes, she places her hands on your chest and pushes; separating from the kiss as a strand of saliva breaks between you. Straightening her back, she starts rapidly bouncing on your cock.

Your brain freezes temporarily, struggling to decide if you want to watch her breasts bounce wildly as you already are or worship them with your hands. Thankfully you don’t have to waste time thinking; because in the split second of hesitation, Bo Reum grabs your hands and pushes them onto her chest. No longer wasting any time, you aggressively knead her breasts in your hands. Worship ends up being the correct word you’d use after all. You quickly find yourself addicted to the sensation of her bountiful breasts in your palms. The soft elasticity of her tits practically melts in your hands, her silken flesh pouring through your fingers with every rough squeeze. As you continue caressing her chest, she grabs your shoulders tightly.

“Yes, squeeze them just like that baby. Love my breasts just like you’ve always wanted.” Bo Reum screams, lustfully squeezing your dick.

It doesn’t take long for you to realize how perfect of a sexual partner Bo Reum is for you. The more you fondle and massage her breasts, the tighter she gets. The heat of her soft walls intensifies as you begin to pinch her nipples as well. Soon, her quiet groans become full screams of pleasure. She bounces aggressively on your dick, her creamy thighs slapping against your own. Her soft ass ripples against you as you start to meet her halfway; thrusting upwards. Into her. You quickly grow drunk on the sensation of her pillowy breasts heaving and jiggling in your palms. Bo Reum slowly slides her hands behind your neck and stares into your eyes.

“Go on, taste them. I know you want to.” She moans

You lean in and quickly attach your lips to her left breast. As you lick and slurp on her nipple, Bo Reum clenches her cunt again. She squeezes your collarbone, digging her nails into you so hard that she draws blood. Powering through the pain, the only thing you focus on is the delicious taste of her tits as you suck on her stiff nipples. The sweet flavor of her nipples flows into your mouth as your tongue thoroughly soaks her breasts with your saliva. Furiously riding you, her velvety pussy clings greedily to your cock. Your tip slams against her depths as she continues to bounce on your dick. Her creamy legs rippling against yours, you take her nipple between your teeth and start lightly nibbling on them.

“Fuck baby. Just like that.” Bo Reum screams.

Your teeth nibble slightly harder onto her nipple as your tongue rubs against the small part it can. Bo Reum’s moans grow increasingly louder. Her hands move up to the back of your head, grabbing your hair as she pushes you into her breast. You quickly move your other hand down to her nipple, pinching it with your fingers as you continue to squeeze her tits. Pulling on her nipples with both your fingers and your teeth,you feel her silky cavern constrict again. Although she’s still riding you with an intense speed, you can feel her pace slowly start to drop. With how sensitive her breasts are, you realize that she must be nearing her own orgasm.

Suddenly feeling aggressive, you go into overdrive with your attack on her breasts. Your fingertips sink into her soft flesh, the sizable weight of her tits heaving in your hands. As you continue to fondle her breasts, your tongue rapidly swirls against her stiff nipple. Pinching the other nipple with your free hand, you harshly suck on her tits; pushing and pulling them as her hot walls consume your cock. With one final slam, Bo Reum’s intense riding comes to a halting stop.

Her body twitches, shuddering violently as you feel an unfamiliar sensation. As Bo Reum’s body continues to tremble, an immense amount of fluids gushes out of her pussy. Sticky juices flood past your cock, drenching your shaft before pouring onto your thighs. Releasing her breasts from your mouth with an audible pop, you look down in shock; completely astonished that Bo Reum just squirted all over you. Your thighs are now soaked with her sticky fluids. Bo Reum gives you a shaky smile as you meet her eyes.

“I didn’t realize you were a squirter.” You admit.

“What, like I should have a neon sign that says “I squirt from breast play” flashing on my forehead?” Bo Reum laughs.

“That’s a fair point.” You blush from your stupid statement.

Wrapping her arms around your neck, she leans in and presses her lips against yours. Your dick throbs in her pussy and you quickly find a new determination in you.

“Well since you just had your orgasm, now it’s my turn.”

Bo Reum squeals in surprise as you stand up with your cock still inside her. You grip the underside of her thighs, your palms pushing against her milky thighs. Having never done this before, you briefly wonder if you should do a different position than you had in mind. But as if reading your mind, Bo Reum quickly locks her legs around your waist and starts grinding on your cock again. Her velvety cunt grips your shaft as she squirms against you. You start thrusting upwards while she clenches her pussy around your dick.

After a few thrusts, it’s clear that you’re not able to get as deep as you’d like. Settling into a shallow squat and thrusting up, Bo Reum’s moans quickly tell you that this is a better position. Driving into her from below, you sink your hands into the silky skin of her delicious thighs. Bo Reum stares into your eyes as you both indulge in your every lust for each other. She presses her body against yours, getting close enough to slip her tongue into your mouth again.

“Don’t stop. I’m begging you, please don’t stop.” She whimpers, her voice muffled from the kiss.

Your tongues sloppily swirl around each other, entwining with your need for each other. Her giant breasts heave and ripple against your chest as you continue to ram into her cunt from below. With every thrust, your cock craves the velvety heat of her pussy more and more. Moans vibrate your tongue as you continue to rub and massage Bo Reum’s tongue with your own. As you aggressively thrust into her, you feel your knees start to strain from this position. You pull away from the kiss, immediately missing the warmth of her tongue inside your mouth and the softness of her lips. Desperately craving the lustful high you’re both acquiring from each other, you quickly change positions.

You lay Bo Reum down so she’s resting on the back of her shoulders while the rest of her body sticks straight in the air with your dick still inside her. Not letting either of you rest, you thrust mercilessly into her cunt; almost piledriving your cock into her. Staring into her eyes, you feel a different kind of satisfaction than earlier. While you loved sucking and playing with Bo Reum’s tits, it was very clear that she was the one in control. But now as you slam into her from above, you’re the one in control of things.

“Oh my god. Fuck me just like this. Don’t stop fucking me like this.” Bo Reum moans at the top of her lungs, her voice bouncing off the walls of her apartment.

Moans escape from both of you, mingling in the air to form an erotic harmony as they join the sounds of your dick slamming against Bo Reum’s pussy. Her tight walls hungrily tug on your cock. The velvety heat clings to your shaft, her depths eagerly accommodating your throbbing dick. Your tip slams into her depths, her pussy completely at your mercy as you piston inside her. With every thrust, her giant tits ripple and bounce wildly.

“Bo Reum. Bo Reum.”

Not able to focus on anything besides the mounting ecstasy from her hot cunt, the only thing you manage to moan is her name over and over. Bo Reum’s lustful screams fill your ears and you briefly wonder if her neighbors can hear anything. Any idle thoughts you have are quickly pushed away as her velvety walls clamp around your dick again. You burn this image to your brain so you’ll never forget it. One of your biggest fantasies is unfolding right in front of you as you stare at her breasts bouncing and heaving in an almost hypnotic rhythm. The sensation of her entire body rippling against yours becomes too overwhelming to bear.

As you begin to approach the end, something about this position is speaking to you on a primal level and you realize why. In this position, you’ll be able to release everything inside of Bo Reum as deep as you can. The realization triggers something in you, a hunger you didn’t know you had. Her ass ripples against your thighs as you aggressively thrust into her. Even more of her heavenly moans flow into your ears. The sight of her amazing figure jiggling and bouncing as you pound away at her cunt is the nail in the coffin.

“I’m going to cum inside you.” You grunt.

There is no asking for permission, or seeing if she was okay with it. It’s a declaration. And the look in her eyes screams that she wants it just as bad as you do.

“Yes.” She moans.

One word is the only response Bo Reum can muster. You ram your dick into her as deep as you can, your thrusts becoming wild and almost violent. Pounding away at her depths, her soft cunt clamps around your shaft; the heat of her walls enveloping your dick. Her receptive womb eagerly awaits the load about to emerge from your tip. With one final slam, a primal grunt leaves your throat as your tip twitches into the deepest parts of her cunt. Your cock erupts and a torrent of cum floods Bo Reum’s pussy. Her body trembles against yours as your semen surges into her. One last spurt shoots out of you as both of your orgasms reach a silent finality. After one of the most intense orgasms of your life, you stay inside her; your cock remaining in her soft embrace as your cum pours down into her depths.

Pulling your dick out of her, you collapse; sitting onto the floor in front of her. Sitting up, Bo Reum looks into your eyes. Her chest rises and falls heavily as she attempts to regain her breathing.

“Are you still okay?” You ask.

Despite the two of you being completely out of breath and panting, Bo Reum nods.

“Good. Because we’re not done yet.”

Bo Reum gives you a smile as the two of you slowly stand up. With no other words said, you both quickly race to her bedroom.

Several hours and multiple orgasms later, the two of you are stretched across opposite sides of Bo Reum’s bed. Her thin white sheets are strewn about and now stained with sweat and cum. You’ve never been more exhausted in your life as you struggle to catch your breath. Bo Reum moves over and lays next to you. She gives you a satisfied smile as she stares into your eyes.

“So. How long have you wanted to fill me like that for?” She asks.

You hesitate for a second before answering.

“Honestly?”

“Honestly.” Bo Reum nods.

“A long time.”

“And was it as good as you thought it would be?”

“Even better.” You chuckle.

“Good. I’m glad you liked it.”

With another smile, Bo Reum leans in and gives you a gentle kiss. Her soft lips against yours are the last thing you remember before you pass out from exhaustion.

Bright sunlight streams through a nearby window as you groggily open your eyes. As you try to get up, a heavy weight pulls on your arm. You look down to see Bo Reum cuddled up next to you, tightly hugging your arm. The two of you still naked from the night before, a smile creeps across your face knowing that it wasn’t just a dream. Glancing over to the clock, you notice the time and panic quietly. While you’re not technically late for work, you wanted to be there early to get work done and give a good impression to the rest of the team members. You gently remove your arm from Bo Reum’s grasp and quickly get dressed. Trying not to wake her, you leave quickly; shutting the apartment door behind you as softly as you can.

After running home for a quick shower and change of clothes, you step into the elevator. Smiling to yourself about the events of last night, you’re thankful nobody else is in the elevator to wonder how weird you are. With a soft ding, the elevator door slides open and you step through the office with a fresh determination to get work done. Despite being earlier than you’re supposed to be, you realize that more people are already in the office than you thought there would be. As you round the corner, you’re surprised to notice that only one person is in the office besides you. Approaching the collection of desks, you quickly realize that it’s one of the team members that was out of the office yesterday. You bow politely as you set your backpack down at your new desk.

“You must be the new guy. I’m Ryu Sun Young.” She says, looking up from her keyboard.

“Ah, You’re Abel Ryu. I mean Ryu Sun Young now, sorry. I’m the rookie, here for temporary training.”

“Good to meet you, rookie. Don’t worry about it, I know it takes some time to get used to it.” She smiles.

“Um, excuse me? Is Team Leader Han in yet?” A voice asks behind you.

Turning to see who it is, you’re greeted by the most beautiful woman you’ve ever laid eyes on. Staring at her incredible figure and gorgeous face, you forget how to breathe for a few seconds.

“Uhhhh.” Is the only sound you’re able to get out of your mouth.

Sun Young tries to hide her laughter and you feel your face go red.

“Sorry, this is the rookie. Team Leader Han isn’t here yet, what do you need?” Sun Young asks.

“Oh, that’s fine. Corporate wants to bring in another transfer. Some sort of liaison between the acting and idol divisions? I’ll just come back and drop off the paper work later.” She says, tilting to her head slightly as if she’s thinking.

Looking at you again, the busty brunette bows and gives you a friendly smile before walking away.

“That was Park Min Young.” You say, turning to Sun Young with your mouth open in surprise.

“Yeah. Sorry to burst your bubble though, it’s not going to happen. She’s been happily married to her husband for like forever now, I don’t remember how many years. Always talking about their ‘infinite love stories.’ Whatever that means. She retired as an actress, but she always talks like she’s playing a role. I don’t quite understand her.” Sun Young shakes her head as she looks back down at her work.

Before you have time to think about that revelation, you hear someone clear their throat behind you.

“Hi, sorry to interrupt, but I’m the new liaison between acting and idol divisions, Im Jin Ah reporting. ” A familiar voice says behind you.

You turn around and forget how to breathe again. Long gorgeous brown hair tumbles down her shoulders and her white button up. Greeting you with a small bow, a beautiful and warm smile graces her lips. Her employee ID lanyard sits atop her chest; her breasts not as large as some of your other coworkers but definitely sizable. A professional black skirt hugs her hips and hides her thighs; but it doesn’t matter. You’ve seen them countless times in music videos. Standing before you is one of your earliest K-pop biases, After School’s Nana.

#finally #k-actress #k-actress smut #han bo reum #office politics #malereader #readerinsert

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allherdaydreams · 3 years

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Valley of Kings — Chapter One

Vali | The Middleman

Universe: Vikings Pairing(s): None yet (there will be several later on, mainly Ivar x fem!OC and much later on, Harald x fem!OC) Word Count: 3,160 Warnings: Bad writing ig? Author’s Note: I don't really love this lol, but I decided I'm just going to publish the chapters on here when I'm done and have slightly edited them and hope for some feedback, etc. Sorry if it's not great! Anyway, lemme know if you wanna be on a taglist and I’ll add you! Constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated ❤️

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I remember the smell of the air — as spring was leaving, with summer slowly taking its place, the wind was gentle and sweet with the scent of wildflowers. The hunting cabin which belonged to the royal family of Kattegat rested in the foothills just east of the town; to the south surrounded by trees, and to the north, mountains. The smell of pine and woodbine lingered in the air, too, though all of the sweet scents of the wilderness were drowned out with that of the meat we roasted over the fire each night we stayed there.

I remember the way the grass tickled the back of my neck as my friends and I watched the clouds. I had never understood why Sigyn insisted on being barefoot every moment that we were out there, but in midday, the dew had only just faded and the greenery was soft underfoot. The clear blue sky gave us a false sense of security.

It was the last truly peaceful day I would have in a long, long time. I must have been fifteen or sixteen, but I had always looked and acted older. My friends were all older, too — I was the same age as the youngest son of Ragnar, Ivar, but I only spent time with him when his brothers were around. I had been inseparable from Ubbe, Hvitserk, and Sigurd since I was small. We all figured we would stay that way forever.

We had been at the cabin for many days, and planned to head back into town at the end of the upcoming week. That day, Hvitserk and I had both killed a deer, Sigurd had caught many rabbits in his traps, and Ubbe had tracked a boar, though he was still waiting for the right time to shoot it without the probability of getting attacked. (He was much wiser than Hvitserk and I; had it been either of ours to kill, we would have gone after it with no hesitation or regard for our safety at all.)

My sister had come with us — Ivar went, too, and wherever Ivar was, Sigyn was never far behind — but had never enjoyed hunting. Instead, she chose to spend the trip in and around the cabin, cooking and cleaning. When the chores were all done, she spent the rest of her time alone out in the yard, lost in her own head. She was, it seemed, daydreaming at nearly every waking moment of her life.

When we reached the cabin that day, we found her in her usual spot on the grass, staring off at the clouds even as we reached her. Ivar crawled toward her, but instead of trying to grab her attention, he only laid down next to her.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked, staring up at the sky. As the other princes and I walked into the cabin, I heard Sigyn begin to tell a most detailed story, as she always did when Ivar asked that question.

"I am dreaming of a far away kingdom on the edge of the world..."

When we had resurfaced from the entrance of the cabin, Ivar and Sigyn were still laying in the same spot. Hvitserk had flashed me a grin as he nudged my arm before strutting over and laying down on the vacant side of Sigyn. Knowing he wished for me to follow, I laid down next to him.

"You know, Sigyn," Hvitserk said. "If you come with us to the Mediterranean, you will get to see a far away kingdom."

"Yes, Hvitserk, I know." She responded simply. "But it would not be as magnificent as the ones I dream about. Besides, I love Kattegat and I have no wish to leave. We have been over this."

Sigyn had always been straightforward. She was very honest about everything, and often didn't understand the difference between our jests or when we meant what we said. I suppose that my sweet sister assumed that everyone would be as charmingly frank about their feelings as her.

Sigyn had the softest, steadiest voice I had ever heard. She often kept a calm tone which made her seem as if she had the most level head in Norway. Only when she was in great distress or feeling something very strong did her tone ever noticeably change. Not to say she was emotionless by any means — she felt a great deal more than I could ever wrap my head around — but she was always calm. At least, she always was when she was around us.

"Are you going to be okay here while Mother and Father and I are gone, Sigyn?" I asked gently, leaning upwards just slightly to look over at her past Hvitserk. Hvitserk's brows furrowed slightly, and he looked over at her too as she gazed thoughtfully at the clouds. She nodded slowly, turning her head to meet our gazes.

"I think so. You will not be gone very long. I will have Ivar and Muninn." I smiled at her sweet tone, but had to keep myself from grimacing.

"We may be gone all summer," I reminded her.

"Or longer," added Hvitserk. She nodded again and looked back at the clouds.

"Perhaps you will. And I will miss you everyday. But you'll come back." Hvitserk and I looked at each other, and I shrugged as I laid back down. I knew she understood — she was always the more intelligent twin — but I just didn't want her to be hit with the emotions all at once when I would not be there to talk over them with her. We may not have spent every waking moment together, but we had never been separated in our lives.

We stayed there for a long time, quietly and sparsely conversing amongst ourselves. When Ubbe and Sigurd had finished skinning the meat for dinner, they called us over. Sigyn and Ubbe were the best cooks among us, so they were the ones to prepare our meal while the rest of us sat around them and talked. It was not long until we heard the sound of hooves coming up the path to the cabin, and Hvitserk and I stood and craned our necks to see who the incoming rider could be.

"It's Bjorn!" I called the others. Sigyn and Ubbe looked up then, put down the food, and quickly joined the rest of us as we all watched the eldest prince of Kattegat approach.

His expression was grim — though he was usually serious, I wasn't used to him looking so discouraged or unhappy. He dismounted his horse once he reached the cabin, tying the reins to a fence post.

"Hello, Bjorn," Sigyn said, walking up to him with a smile. She turned towards the tall horse, stroking his head gently, her attention now completely focused on the stallion. Bjorn smiled faintly as he gave her a nod.

"Hello, Sigyn," As he passed her, he patted her shoulder. Tearing his eyes away from my sister, he looked towards the rest of us, and his expression darkened again. "I come with news. You will all want to sit down."

By the time Bjorn had finished his story, all of our faces looked just as grim as his. Sigyn, who was sat on a bench behind Ivar, was the only one of us who didn't look angry in the slightest — her downcast eyes made it seem as if she was on the verge of tears as she absentmindedly ran her fingers through Ivar's hair. She had always had a habit of soothing herself with soft textures when anxious or upset; usually, one of us lent our hand or hair for her to play with, if there was no small animal close enough for her to pet.

We were all quiet and contemplative for a while, all of us stuck in our own thoughts. I wondered what Hvitserk was thinking.

"You think our father never knew?" Ubbe brought his gaze up from the table to the sky, which had turned to grey. I saw in his eyes a calculating worry. He was trying to find reason in something where there likely wasn't anything that was good enough to justify it.

"It's possible," Bjorn mused, watching the knife in his hands as he turned it over slowly. "In those early days, it wasn't easy to navigate the sea."

"He knew. He had to." Hvitserk spoke from beside me. I glanced at him and nodded in agreement.

"If he did, he should have told the people," Sigurd decided aloud. "Everyone lost relatives; fathers and uncles, sons and daughters. They would have demanded revenge."

"That is why he didn't tell them," Ivar shot back, glaring at Sigurd.

"What do you mean?" Ubbe asked as his brows furrowed. Ivar rolled his eyes.

"It was a waste of time." He said simply.

"Ivar..." Sigyn's voice trailed off. Her face made it clear that she wanted to say something, but didn't know how to approach her volatile best friend.

"They were dead, Sigyn! Ragnar wanted to sail to Paris. He wanted to be famous. Isn't that more important?" He turned to look at her, and she drew her hands back from his hair and into her lap. "Hmm?"

Sigyn looked at the ground.

"I don't think so," She said solemnly.

"You can say that." Bjorn replied, shrugging. Ivar turned again, back to facing his brothers and I.

"I can say that? What does that mean?"

"Here's what it means —" Hvitserk interjected. "— at least to me. Our father abandoned us. We were just kids, and he ran off. Only the Gods know if he's still alive. And now, we hear he kept this big secret from everyone. That he was not truthful or honest."

"This makes me feel sick," Sigurd shook his head again. "How could our father not tell the people what had happened?"

"Maybe if he had told them, they would have killed him." Bjorn replied, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"If it's true..." Ubbe began. "If it's true that our father lied to his people and abandoned them, then I hope he never comes back."

"He betrayed our name. If he ever came back, I would kill him." Hvitserk snarled, ripping Sigyn out of her mind and back into the present. Her head shot up to look at Hvitserk.

"Me too." Sigurd agreed. Sigyn looked back and forth between the two of them, her expression somewhere between alarm and betrayal.

"Screw you!" Ivar exclaimed. Hvitserk scoffed and looked down, shaking his head. "All of you. He never did anything wrong. He is our father. And that is the end of it. You all sound like a bunch of Christians."

"I love our father as much as you do—" Ubbe said, but was interrupted by Ivar.

"Who said I loved him, Ubbe? I said I admired him. He's Viking. And you are soft." Ivar's voice was defensive, challenging, angry; as he usually was.

"I am not soft! None of us—" Ubbe gestured to his other brothers and to me. "— are soft. But we want to understand what our father did, and what he was."

He crouched down in front of Ivar, glancing up at Sigyn before making eye contact with Ivar. "As his son, his fame does not interest me. What he used his power for—" Ubbe pressed a finger to his temple. "— now that would interest me."

"By now, my brothers, there will be a lot of anger in Kattegat. Now they know the truth. Our father betrayed a whole generation of people," Hvitserk said.

"So if he ever came back—" Sigurd started to say, causing Bjorn to sit up straighter and stare at his brother.

"I don't think he is ever going to come back!" Bjorn exclaimed, frustrated. "I think what happened in Paris finally broke him. You all can say whatever you want, but he was a human. People started to talk as if he was a God — he was not a God! He was a man! A man with many dreams and many failings. I've learned that in the years since he went away. If I was him, I wouldn't come back."

I glanced at my sister now, who was watching Bjorn sadly.

"Despite all his failings, he is still the greatest man in the world to me," Bjorn looked down at the ground again as finished his sentence.

"He cared for you — he cared for all of you," Sigyn said, looking to each prince in turn. "He made mistakes, but as Bjorn said, he is only human." Bjorn and Ivar nodded, but Hvitserk and Ubbe shook their heads.

"Sigyn, we were not lucky as you were to have a father that was there for us. If he truly cared enough, he would have stayed." Ubbe told her. His voice was gentle, as it always was when he spoke to her, but I could hear the frustration behind his words. "You should learn that about love now; love means loyalty. Dedication. You don't abandon those you love."

I watched my sister grapple with finding the right thing to say. Ivar reached a hand behind him, blindly reaching for Sigyn's own. Once he had grabbed it, he guided it to his shoulder before letting it go. Her fingers traced shapes onto his shirt.

"I must go to your home now, Vali, Sigyn," Bjorn looked towards each of us in turn. "I have more preparations for the voyage to discuss with you father, and now I should talk to him about this as well." I nodded at him.

"I will go with you," I replied, and looked towards Sigyn, who met my gaze.

"I should stay here, then. There is no need for both of us to go," She decided.

"Perhaps we should head back to Kattegat early," Ubbe suggested, looking to his brothers. "See the reactions of the people."

"We already know how the people will react, Ubbe," Hvitserk said. "But yes, we should go and see what we can do."

The journey to my home was longer than usual; we had gone around Kattegat instead of cutting through it, which was the quickest way there, but didn't seem appropriate. A silence hung between Bjorn and I for most of the journey.

"You did not speak," Bjorn said finally, just before we had reached my home. "You did not speak when we were discussing my father."

I nodded at him. "It was not my turn to speak. Not my conversation to have." Bjorn let out a short hum of amusement.

"I think you discount your wisdom. Or maybe your importance," Bjorn decided. I didn't have an answer to that.

We dismounted our horses as we reached out family's land. Bjorn walked ahead of me, but stopped slowly and leaned against one of my father's many souvenirs from past raids. I stopped beside him, and he glanced at me before nodding his head over to the water. When I followed his gaze, I was met with my parents wading in the shallows with the little model ships I had helped him make.

My father must have noticed our presence somehow, because he turned to look at us before he walked over. Bjorn drew close to him, then spoke in a low voice.

"Did you know Ragnar lied to us all? The settlement in Wessex was destroyed as soon as we left." My father looked from Bjorn to me, then to the ground as he thought for a moment. He nodded, glancing back to me before looking Bjorn in the eyes again.

"I knew," He said. "A farmer who had escaped the slaughter told you father and I what had happened. Then, Ragnar killed him, so no one else would find out."

"You were a good friend to my father," Bjorn replied simply.

"Bjorn? Vali?" My mother's voice reached my ears, and I turned from the men to her, smiling.

"Helga," Bjorn answered, immediately walking towards her.

"Hello, Mamma," I called to her, following Bjorn again.

"What brings you back so soon, Vali? I thought you were going to be gone hunting for another week," My mother questioned as she walked out of the water and met us on the sand, embracing me.

"I decided to come back early. We caught plenty of game," I lied, but she nodded and smiled as she drew away from me. She turned to Bjorn.

"And what brings you here, Bjorn?"

"I was just coming to see how the boats were progressing," Bjorn explained.

"What do you say, Helga? What shall we tell him?" My father asked, walking along the docks.

"We think that it won't be long before you have boats ready and able to take you to the Mediterranean Sea," My mother told Bjorn happily.

"If it exists," My father muttered.

"Of course it exists," Bjorn insisted, looking up from the model boat my mother had placed in his hands.

"It's just a map, Bjorn; marks on a paper. A child could have drawn it! How can we know it's real?" My father asked. Bjorn studied the boat more as he thought over his words carefully.

"I learned from my father. The only way to tell if something is real..." Bjorn knelt down, gently pushing the model back into the sea. "...is to sail there."

I would like to think I can remember everything of that day — of most days spent at the hunting cabin, in Kattegat; with my friends, with my sister; the days that bled into each other and the nights that ended with sunrise instead of slumber; that phase in my life where I was preparing for the rest of it, learning the arts and trades and traditions of my people.

Indeed, I would certainly like to think that nothing of those days has escaped my memory. But as I write this, and as I try to recall every moment of every day & night spent in the sweet comfort of home, of youth, of camaraderie with those whom I still love most in the world, I recognize that the mind is never so sharp as to be able to recall every last detail or feeling from many years prior. My mind is not as sharp as it once was, either — I have accepted that soon, if it hasn't already, it will begin to fail me.

Perhaps not all of this story happened in the way I remember it — who is to say, when so few of us are left and still able to recount our adventures? — but the stories of my people & my past deserve to be told. Otherwise, who will remember the Norsemen? The Vikings are gone. I am one of the last to be able to remember the Golden Age. This story is mine to tell.

tags // @peachyboneless @youbloodymadgenius sorry y’all probably forgot about this fic its been so long lmaoo i’ll unadd you if you want

#vikings fanfic #vikings #vikings tv show #valley of kings saga #ragnarssons #ivar the boneless #ubbe ragnarsson #hvitserk ragnarsson #sigurd snake in the eye #bjorn ironside

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tickly-trashcan · 3 years

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Fortune Cookies {ObaMitsu}

A/N: okay this started out as a decent idea but i’m not super happy with how it turned out. I just needed some obamitsu content and i think it ended up a bit too forced but oh well, i don’t have the energy to rewrite it lol. I also started this like two months ago and dropped it for a bit, so it’s pretty rough,,, Anyways, hope you guys wanted some demon slayer content cuz i sure as hell did. Enjoy! (also pardon the editing skills in the picture, i’m still figuring out editing and panel coloring)

Summary: Obanai and Mitsuri are out at a restaurant when Mitsuri gets them some fortune cookies. Obanai refuses to tell her what was on his, and Mitsuri intends to get it out of him no matter what.

Word Count: 2.6k (under the cut)

“Ah, this is delicious!” Mitsuri exclaimed after taking another bite of her food, a bright smile on her face. Obanai looked at her from where he sat next to her, a small smile growing on his lips, though it was hidden by his face covering.

“I’m glad you enjoy it, Kanroji,” He said softly, pushing another plate of food towards her. “Please, have as much as you like.”

Mitsuri nodded eagerly, mouth full. She had always been embarrassed about her eating habits until she met Obanai, who was open about everything with her and made her feel safe and content.

“Do you want some as well, Iguro?”

Obanai shook his head, his heterochromatic eyes gleaming. “I’m content just sitting here with you.”

Mitsuri blushed faintly at his words but nodded, reaching again for a new plate of food as she continued to eat.

They continued like that for a while, Mitsuri gabbing about her pet rabbit or the other pillars while Obanai listened intently, taking in her every word. He was always entranced by her, no matter how simple a task she was doing, and he loved to listen to her voice, ringing through his ears like soft bells.

“You haven’t eaten at all today, Iguro! Here, have some of this! Say aaah~”

“Ah, I’m alright Kanroji, thank you though,” he said softly, holding up a hand to the food Mitsuri held close to his face, blushing. Mitsuri pouted, but quickly changed back to a smile and ate the food instead, letting out a satisfied sigh before turning to Obanai.

“That was really delicious Iguro, thank you for treating me!”

Obanai nodded, standing up with Mitsuri as they began to walk out of the restaurant together. Mitsuri looked towards the front desk of the restaurant, seeing a bowl of fortune cookies that sat in front.

“Ah! Iguro, would you like a fortune cookie? I’ve heard they’re very accurate with their fortunes!” Mitsuri said, clapping her hands together.

“If you’d like one feel free to take one, Kanroji,” Obanai said simply, opening the door to the restaurant, ready to leave.

“I’ll grab one for you!”

“Ah, you don’t have to-”

Mitsuri was already excitedly reaching into the bowl, grabbing a fortune cookie for both her and Obanai. She handed one to Obanai, who took it gingerly from her hands. They walked out of the restaurant and Mitsuri immediately opened hers.

“‘A lifetime of happiness awaits you.’ Ahh, how wonderful! Iguro, what does yours say?”

Obanai hesitantly lifted up his fortune cookie, cracking it open. He pulled out the thin sheet of paper from the cookie, staring at the words as his face practically lit on fire with a blush as he crumpled it in his hands, stuffing it in his pocket.

“Here, you can have the cookie, Kanroji,” He said quickly, handing the cookie part to Mitsuri who held it gently, looking at Obanai and noticing his bright red face.

“What did it say, Iguro?”

“N-Nothing,” He stuttered, surprising Mitsuri. She didn’t say anything as they walked down the road of the town, curiosity nagging at Mitsuri.

“Iguro, what did your fortune cookie say?”

Obanai’s face went slightly pink again and he averted his gaze, staring at the ground as he walked a tad bit faster.

“It wasn’t important,” He said quickly, Mitsuri speeding up her pace to keep up with Obanai. They reached the outskirts of the town quickly at that pace, and Mitsuri pouted.

“Igurooo, I wanna know!” She whined, speeding up a bit more to walk in front of Obanai. He stopped, the blush on his face rather apparent now as he turned, walking back to the town as Mitsuri whined again, reaching out to grab Obanai’s arm, but missing and instead grabbing his side.

Obanai gasped, jumping away from Mitsuri, immediately reaching to cover his side as Mitsuri stared at him, slightly baffled at his reaction. She slowly put two and two together and her face lit up with excitement as Obanai cringed in fear.

“Are you ticklish!?”

“N-No! I mean, that’d be silly. A Hashira, ticklish? Absurd. You only startled me is all.”

Mitsuri grinned, knowing easily that Obanai was lying. She knew that man like the back of her hand considering their closeness, he wouldn’t be able to get away with lying to her.

Mitsuri nodded softly. “Alright, I startled you, sorry about that!”

Obanai nodded, his face still slightly pink as ideas swarmed in Mitsuri’s head. This might be a good way to get him to tell her what was on the fortune cookie…

Mitsuri would need to wait for the right moment though, because Obanai was quick and always had his guard up. Mitsuri smiled sweetly when Obanai glanced at her, quickly turning his head and continuing to walk down the path with her.

They eventually arrived at the Butterfly Estate, where they had been planning to meet Shinobu before heading out on a mission together. Mitsuri figured this would be the perfect opportunity to finally get what she wanted out of Obanai.

They walked inside, waiting in the front room for Shinobu who was still checking in on some patients. Obanai scratched Kaburamaru’s chin and looked around the room that Shinobu had them waiting in. Misturi scooted closer to Obanai, glancing over at him without turning her head. Obanai glanced at her as well, quickly turning his attention back to Kaburamaru who kept nudging his cheek for more chin scratches.

“Hey, Iguro,” Mitsuri started, leaning forward slightly to look at Obanai.

“Yes, Kanroji?”

“I really want to know what your fortune cookie said.”

Obanai sent her a soft glare and sighed, shaking his head.

“I already told you that it’s nothing, kindly drop the subject.”

Mitsuri shook her head, scooting closer to Obanai who backed away slightly.

“If you don’t tell me I’ll make you,” She threatened, grinning as she raised her hands. Obanai immediately caught wind of what was going on, remembering earlier, and jumped up and bolted.

He was quick, but Mitsuri was quicker, grabbing his wrist easily and pulling him back into a hug with her insane physical strength. She pulled a bit too hard, though, and they both went tumbling down, causing a huge ruckus in the room.

“Kanroji! Stop this!” Obanai yelled, struggling in Mitsuri’s ridiculously strong grip. She shook her head. She and Obanai were currently rolling around on the floor, Obanai trying to escape the arm Mitsuri held him in. They looked quite ridiculous, and Obanai was beyond embarrassed being this close to Mitsuri, especially with her practically pressed up against him.

Mitsuri was also slightly flustered, but she quickly enacted her plan, pressing her free hand to a wriggling Obanai’s side, giving it a squeeze as he gasped, immediately slapping a hand over his masked mouth.

“I’ll give you one more chance, Iguro - What was on the fortune cookie?”

“I-It’s nothing. Kanroji, please, don’t do this,” He said, trying to keep his voice level. Mitsuri shook her head, immediately scribbling her fingers around Obanai’s side, making him roll around again as he huffed.

“K-Kanroji, I’m sehe-serious! This isn’t funny!” Obanai said, trying to hide his laughter. Mitsuri grinned, pushing Obanai down onto his back, quickly sitting on top of him before he could get away.

Obanai blushed several shades of red as he looked up at Mitsuri, quickly shaking his head.

“Don’t,” He said, a hint of desperation in his voice. Mitsuri only wiggled her fingers, slowly lowering them down until they made contact with Obanai’s tummy. He held his breath and shut his eyes, waiting for the horrible sensations to start…

They didn’t. He cracked open his eye to look up at Mitsuri, who smiled sweetly. Was she going to let him off the hook?

No sooner had he thought that did he feel Mitsuri’s hands immediately start to scribble up and down his tummy, Obanai quickly slapping a hand over his clothed mouth as he held his breath, trying desperately not to laugh.

“K-Kanroji,” He muttered, inhaling sharply when Mitsuri tweaked his side. She hummed, focused on getting Obanai to laugh as he struggled to keep himself from even chuckling beneath her.

“Just tell me what was on the cookie and I’ll stop, m’kay?” She said sweetly, skittering her fingers across his ribs as he gasped, biting his lip now to keep himself from laughing as he huffed softly.

“I-It was nothing,” Obanai managed to get out, a quiet squeak escaping his lips when Mitsuri poked his upper ribs. Mitsuri raised an eyebrow and grinned.

“Kanroji, you’re being - you’re being ridiculous,” Obanai sputtered, huffing out a short breath of laughter as Mitsuri grazed over his underarms, immediately making him clamp down his arms.

“Hehe, I’m - I’m serious, Kanrohoji,” He giggled softly, and Mitsuri beamed.

“You’re giggling! Come on, I want to hear more!”

The gentle tickles that Mitsuri had been performing before halted, and were immediately replaced with rougher tickles that caught Obanai by surprise. His chuckles escalated, and he quickly went to put his hand over his mouth again, only for Mitsuri to grab his wrist and pin it next to his head.

“Nuh-uh! Tell me what was on the fortune cookie and I might stop before I really get you laughing,” She said, giggling as Obanai writhed underneath her, desperate not to make any noise as Mitsuri deeply prodded his sensitive ribs. She trailed her fingers up, twirling them around Obanai’s underarm, making him gasp and squeeze his eyes shut as he tried to keep his laughter in.

“Kaha - Kanroji,” He huffed, trying to hold his laughter in.

Mitsuri chuckled, dragging down Obanai’s upper arm down to the hollow of his underarm excruciatingly slowly, teasing him as he shook with withheld laughter.

“Stop holding back already, you’re gonna pop like a balloon if you keep that up,” She teased, starting to scribble her fingers under his arm.

Obanai continued to struggle to hold his laughter in as Mitsuri egged him on, trying to get him to break. He figured if he held out just a little bit longer that she would get bored and give up, there was only so much her attention span could handle.

She sighed as she scribbled all over his tummy, poking and prodding at it as Obanai continued to shake with quiet laughter, managing to keep it from Mitsuri who was indeed growing bored.

“I can tell you’re ticklish, why won’t you just laugh?” She whined, tweaking Obanai’s hip experimentally. He jumped, yelping as Mitsuri lit up, noticing how different his reaction had been compared to the other spots she had tried. Obanai looked at her fearfully.

“Kanroji, don’t you dare,” Obanai tried to sound threatening, but when Mitsuri squeezed his hip again and he squeaked, his previous threat was lost in the wind.

Mitsuri immediately dug her thumb into his hip bone and kneaded them, Obanai squirming around wildly beneath her as he grabbed onto her wrists, trying to peel them off.

“K-Kahahahanroji! Stop it!” He laughed breathily, making Mitsuri positively radiate joy as she listened to his laughter.

“Your laugh is so cute! Ah, I’m so glad I got to hear it!”

Obanai blushed madly. He wasn’t expecting her to tickle him in the first place, let alone find the one spot that got him laughing like a small child. The gods were not on his side today, and he could definitely tell there was no getting out of this.

He was worried, despite his laugh being relatively quiet, that Shinobu would hear in the next room as she took care of patients. He could handle Mitsuri knowing about this, he trusted her, but none of the other Hashira would be allowed to live if they found out.

“Just tell me what was on that fortune cookie and I’ll stop right away, I promise!” Mitsuri quipped, one hand still squeezing his hip as her other hand ran back up to his ribs, poking between each one as Obanai jolted.

“I-I cahahahahan’t! Kanroji, stohohohohop!”

“Yes you can! Just tell me what it said!”

Obanai shook his head and Mitsuri pouted.

“Time to see just how ticklish you are then!”

“Nohohohoho!”

Kaburamaru had slithered away from Obanai long before the tickling had started, but the small snake was intrigued by the reactions of its owner. He slithered over and flicked his tongue at Obanai, watching as Obanai squirmed wildly and cackled.

“K-Kaburamahahahahahaharu! Hehehehelp!”

Kaburamaru looked up at Mitsuri, who was laser focused on tickling Obanai, and the small snake slithered over to her leg and nudged her.

She turned to look at the white snake, who was currently headbutting her knee. She thought it was cute that Kaburamaru had so much compassion, and ceased her tickling for a moment to pick up the small creature and give it a quick peck.

Kaburamaru wriggled around excitedly, slithering out of Mitsuri’s hands and flicking its tongue again at Obanai, making him giggle and swat at the small animal.

Mitsuri laughed at the two happily, placing her hands back on Obanai’s hips as she looked down at him, waiting for him to catch his breath.

“Do you wanna tell me what was on the fortune cookie?”

Obanai flushed, but decided that telling her what it said would be better than suffering through any more of that cruel tickle torture and risking Shinobu walking in on the two.

“It said… It’s time to tell them how you feel,” Obanai said, his face now bright red.

“Oh, how wonderful!” Mitsuri started, though suddenly a pang of sadness hurt her chest. What if it wasn’t her…?

“You should… tell them,” Mitsuri said slowly, Obanai sitting up and looking at Mitsuri, who looked down. Obanai instantly picked up on the drop in her mood.

“Kanroji,” Obanai started, leaning towards Mitsuri. She looked up at Obanai, only to be surprised as Obanai lowered his mask and pressed his lips gently against hers. She was taken aback by the sudden kiss, but her defenses slowly melted as she shut her eyes, reaching her hands up to hold Obanai’s face.

They pulled away eventually and Obanai put his mask back up, turning away from her, bright red as she stared at him, her own face turning bright red as she processed what had just happened.

“I-Iguro,” She said softly, lowering her hands as Obanai glanced at her.

“Do you feel the same, Kanroji?”

Mitsuri could barely contain her emotions, and she quickly hugged Obanai, nodding her head vigorously as Obanai slowly hugged her back.

“Yes, of course I do! I’ve felt the same since the day I met you! You’ve been so sweet, so kind… I love you,” She said, whispering the last bit. Obanai smiled softly under his mask, squeezing Mitsuri tightly as they embraced for several moments, happy for their feelings to finally be spoken.

“Ara ara~ What do we have here?”

Obanai and Mitsuri froze, and Obanai stared up at Shinobu who grinned smugly at the two of them. Mitsuri quickly let go of Obanai and spun around, shaking her hands in front of her, face bright red from embarrassment.

“K-Kochou! Uhm, hello! We were just - uhmm,” Mitsuri floundered, quickly realizing she was still sitting on Obanai and quickly jumped up, blushing madly.

“We were just waiting for you,” Obanai said calmly, standing up as well, picking up Kaburamaru and settling him back on his shoulders as Shinobu continued to smile at the two of them, clearly knowing what was going on.

“Took you two long enough. Anyways, it’s about time we headed out, isn’t it? Let’s go,” She said, winking at them as she turned. Obanai’s face burned, though Mitsuri didn’t seem to catch onto what Shinobu had said.

Obanai laced his fingers with Mitsuri’s glancing at her. “Are you ready?”

She blushed at the sudden contact, but nodded, smiling eagerly.

“Ready!”

#obamitsu #obanai #mitsuri #demon slayer #tickle fic

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2x3 rewatch

I keep forgetting that Brach is still in S2. Oops. Also, I apparently went to check something in S6 last time I watched something, so it started at 6x2 instead of 2x3 and I yelled. But anyway, on with this mess. “Death Came in Like Thunder” apparently. It sure did.

Ah yes, let us not forget that Branch is MANLEH. This shall be proven to us by him murdering his cousin, Trunk, with big ax. Chop chop, Branch, kill Trunk. But oh no, must also show that he is People Smart, so must also lose because this makes him likable. And many white people clap. Yaaaay. But be sure to say, “I let him win, Ferg,” while your competitor is right next to you, so he almost surely heard you. Good good.

Oh Ferg. Could you look more gormless if you tried? (I mean, probably not, since presumably that was the goal of the actor, so he would have been trying. But still.) Bb.

Heh, nice thematic cut to Walt also chopping wood. And YAY, Henry’s gorgeous truck (and gorgeous self). I’m just going to take a moment to appreciate the fact that Henry rolls up and just helps himself to some of Walt’s thermos of coffee. Because of course he does. But I do so love these touches that they put in that do underline the fact that they are married have been besties for going on 40 years. Also, I love this jacket of Henry’s. The woven top, jean jacket sort of one? Yeah, top 5 costume pieces of his for me. (Also on that list, all basically tied with each other, basically any pants he wears. I am reminded, when they cut back out to a full body shot. Because I am very shallow, and he is very pretty.)

Haaaaaa. And of course Cady talked to Henry before she talked to Walt. Walt is a butthead. And, yeah yeah, she just found out that he’d been lying to her for over a year, but that just proves my point that Walt is a butthead. And we’re back to this whole idea that she left her phone, which just... ugh. No. But Henry’s face when he says that she said that she is safe, and he’s so worried, but still willing to respect her boundaries.

“She is an adult, Walt.” “She’s my daughter.” For fuck’s sake, you jackass, your ADULT daughter; that’s the whole flipping point! Also, that little emphasis on my daughter, pfft. If you didn’t want to feel like she preferred her cool dad to you, maybe try being less of an AAAAAAASSHOLE. And, like, respecting her. Even a weensy little bit.

“Etta Place” I don’t remember if we find out why that’s the ‘assumed name’ that Cady chose, but I’m intrigued. Wait, I just googled. Looooool. She spent years with Butch and Sundance. Nice.

Walt is such a soft touch with teens. *snack crackle pop* that kneecap back into place. Vic starts this scene saying, “The 911 operator,” though, which is interesting, because I was kind of under the impression that Ruby was the main dispatcher, so it would be kind of heartening if she actually had back up with that. ...Or maybe they’re just far enough out that a cell call made would be picked up by a tower farther out and have to be routed back in to the station/them. I have no idea how that actually works. Another rabbit hole for me to totally not go down. Hopefully. Shit. They’ve apparently upped the fine for trespass since the show, though, because it’s $750 (or 6 months in jail) now and Walt says it’s $500.

And once again, we see Vic actually wearing gloves while investigating a suspicious death, and Walt just squinting into the distance helpfully. I suppose “things got bad” in Basque country around WWII, but there has been friction there that dates back before the Spanish Civil War, or even the Carlist Wars the previous century. It did get gnarly with the dictatorship of Franco, and the formation of the ETA in retaliation, though, so yeah. (Francisco Franco is also on the list of people who anybody with a time machine should go back and beat the shit out of.)

Shit, I forgot about the animal death.

Knock knock, no answer. Better just wander in without a warrant. I know that the guy who they know lives there is dead, but still, no fricking warrant; I suppose the worry of a poisoning could count as probably cause?

Gods, but there are moments when I do absolutely adore Vic, and they are usually when she’s taking the piss out of Walt. “Reclusive bachelor chic; you and Marco have the same decorator.” Looool. But also, sad, because Martha has only been gone for a little over a year, and Walt is not the kind of person who would, like, change stuff and get rid of her things, so that’s kind of odd. Maybe Henry and/or Cady went though and put away some of her things to try to help Walt move on? But damn, the ‘excuse you’ look on Walt’s face when she does say it, pffft.

AND AGAIN, Vic wearing gloves, Walt with his bare ass hands picking up the picture of Picasso’s Guernica; can you at least *pretend* you’re a cop, *some* of the time, buddy?

Lol at the barrabilak; they are pretty well by the Rocky Mountains, so it’s probably not all that surprising that Walt’s had some “Rocky Mountain oysters” before.

I had forgotten that Vic had four brothers. But her comment about Sal going off to look after the sheep and how if someone had told her that one of her brothers were dead she “wouldn’t care about any damn sheep,” I don’t know. It kind of annoys me. It’s totally in character for her, which is good, but I think it’s part of what can annoy me about her character. Different people grieve differently, but also, I know she’s only been in Wyoming for a year or two, tops, but how is it so hard to fathom that someone one would be concerned about their livelihood, even in the face of personal tragedy? Just, seeing beyond her own very narrow experience doesn’t seem like something she’s very good at. It would be one thing if she’d framed it as “this is suspicious, and here’s why I think so as a cop,” but it was, “I wouldn’t react that way personally, so it’s sus.”

Sure, be suspicious because there’s a suspicious death and family members are always suspects until ruled out, but approach it like a cop. Or at least think about it from more angles than just your own, not terribly similar experience. You’re a white city cop who can’t (or won’t) adjust to being in BF rural-ville, but these are immigrant shepherds whose family come from a homeland where the cops were just as likely to kill you as answer questions, and you’re side-eying a guy for going to make sure that their meal ticket doesn’t get obliterated?

I need to keep reminding myself that I really did want to like Vic. I really did. She just... they don’t make it easy for me. Maybe she’s serving as an avatar for audience who don’t know about some of the culture stuff, and the audience get answers from her ignorance? But honestly, I wish they’d picked a different way to handle that, if that’s what they were trying to do. Her response to Henry being salty about Thanksgiving still really pisses me off. Because it was shitty and racist, and... do we really need a character basically rolling their eyes and saying, “It was so long ago, why don’t you just get over it,” about something that is intrinsically tied to the genocide of so many people? Why are Indigenous people just supposed to “get over it” but “Remember the Alamo” and “Southern Pride,” and shit? Fuck’s sake. Honestly, that might have been the moment when they lost me on her character. She has moments where she’s awesome, but they never really address her being fucking racist or give her a chance to grow into a better person. Which sucks a lot. Fuck. Ok, that was a lot. Sorry. Back to the actual ep.

AH, nice of you to beam in from the campaign trail, Brancheroo!

Uh, so I paused it to look at pic in the newspaper, and then being me, started to look at the articles surrounding the pic. And the one with the headline “Fans Injured At Local Game” is actually about the Stewart case? From 1x3? I’m guessing that somebody went to the trouble of writing up an article for that for some S1 ep after it and they just plugged it in because when not paused, you might catch “Sheriff Longmire” there and that’s all they need. Especially since the text starts to repeat after the first paragraph. (I am the worst pedantic little shit.) Ooooor, maybe even though it’s S2, it’s hardly been any time since 1x3? The date on the newspaper is March 31, 2012, so there’s a timeline hint.

Awwwwww, once Walt points out the bird, Ferg knows exactly what it is. Occasional twitcher, are we, my lad? “A red-tip meadowlark,” indeed. Oh bb; Ferg’s face when he sees Walt looking at the pic of him with Branch in the paper.

“You go too fast, you miss the little things.” Every once in a while, he actually sort of mentors Ferg. I wish he did more of that, especially since we see later how capable Ferg can be.

Go suck an egg, Branch. Why does she get all the “good” assignments? Maybe because she was actually on the job when they found the body, not campaigning.

OPE. Lizzie’s gift. Yeah, I’d probably choke on that coffee if I were you, too, girl. Better hope that there wasn’t perishable food stuffs in that gift, because that has been in there for a whiiiiiile, hasn’t it. Wait, was Ferg in the office when Lizzie dropped off the gift? Because his face said more than just “Did somebody give Vic a present?” Suuuuper subtle with that whole pushing the drawer closed with your foot there, Vic. Pfffft.

“Cyrano Caballero” How daaaare that skeeve take Cyrano’s name in vain?!?! (I have a thing about Cyrano de Bergerac. It’s quite possibly my favourite play, and I adore the character, and have exactly 0 chill about it at all. I find Brian Hooker’s translation of “The Ballade of the duel at the Hotel Bourgogne Between de Bergerac and a Boeotian” with “Then, as I end the refrian, thrust home,” vastly superior to any other translation that I’ve heard or read, though for the rest of it, I will grant that there are others to be preferred. But that version of his Ballade is exquisite, and I will not be swayed. Holy shit, FOCUS. That is so very much not the point.) It’s not even a throw away line in this ep, it’s just a random, very well chosen, if utterly appallingly insulting, company name. It’s actually incredibly clever for what the business is, and if it didn’t make me so stomping mad, I would applaud whoever came up with it heartily.

Vic’s face listening to this jackass’ spiel is a thing of beauty. “A good woman goes a long way of easing the obvious stresses of your daily life,” the jackass says, cutting his eyes at Vic when he says “obvious stresses,” and I caaaackle.

What is it about this guys’ horrible glasses that just makes him so much more hate-able? I’m not entirely sure, but kudos to whatever costumer put those on him, because they are perfect. In the ‘I want to punch him’ way of perfection.

And after all of that about Walt’s “lady friend,” Vic brings Lizzie’s present. Womp womp. That went super well. Yuuuup, run while you can.

Poor Ferg. Branch manipulates him, Vic ignores him, Walt shuts him down... Poor guy just can’t get a break.

I actually kind of like this motel manager--the one who “doesn’t judge people” and is a stickler for warrants? At least somebody in this county cares about warrants. Also, those doors are actually really pretty. Nice colour, and the carved scrollwork designs are nice.

What an odd shot: the one when they’re coming out of Walt’s office after talking to Skeevy McGrossFace and Rosa. It’s a weird sort of shaky-cam stepping back, just preceding Branch walking, and then turns to follow him when he sit’s on his desk. But it’s a really different style of shot than I can remember, so much so that it’s a bit jarring, especially after the series of nearly stationary close ups that we just had. Weird. [18:42-18-50]

Cady! I haven’t made much note of her costuming before this, but it seems notable that’s she’s only in monocromatics. Especially next to Fales in muted tones, but still some colour, and surrounded by the colourful grafitti of the alley where her mother was stabbed. Nice way of setting her apart from everything.

SHEEPIES! Ooooo, that wagon is so cool. Ah dang, the way that Sal corrects Walt’s pronunciation of his brother’s name is so gloriously passive aggressive. Good for you, my dude. Names are important, and people should have the respect to make the effort to get them right.

Aaaaaand Walt, the definition of Do, Don’t Tell, just shoves the guy to keep him from drinking the possibly dangerous water, rather than, like, using his words. Walt’s gonna Walt.

Iiiiiiiii am a mess, truly. It cuts to an architectural model and I start giggling like a 6th grader, because I know it’s going to be a Jacob scene. He’s not even on screen yet, ffs. HANDS. I’m fine. Totally fine. (That’s totally a lie. I just rewound to the beginning of the scene because I kept giggling too much to pay attention. What the hell.) First time we’ve seen one of the chips, which at this point must be a marketing mock-up, since nothing is built yet. And he actually types, not just doing the hunt-and-peck thing that is sometimes easier on a tablet.

Looking at the weaving that is up on his wall (maybe a rug?) I’m hoping that the prop people actually did buy from Northern Cheyenne artisans. They apparently did most of their filming in New Mexico, so I hope they made the effort to get the patterns right, and buy from the actual tribe they’re supposed to be portraying, I guess? And now I’m distracted by the fact that the random hanging light behind Jacob is at a weird angle?

Look, ever since I realized that the “Hey,” that Jacob does is apparently just A (thanks to it also happening in That Damned Xmas Movie) I am endlessly amused (and charmed) whenever Jacob does it. I don’t know why it makes me so happy, but it does. (This is legitimately embarrassing. How much trouble I am having focusing. Beyond my normal focus issues, which, as shown above, are already impressive. Because thiiiiirst.)

“My boys at the lumber yard did just throw you a campaign rally.” I love how Jacob is basically apparently not just his secret angel-investor, but also a sneaky campaign manager. Did Branch just think shit like the rally just happened? He’s not fricking Ferris Bueller; somebody organizes those. And apparently it’s either Jacob himself, or someone who Jacob appointed to do so.

“I thought you were just a casino developer.” You have noooo clue, Brancheroo. “I prefer to remain a silent partner. White people get nervous when Indians start taking back their land.” Oooooope. Especially interesting because there are previsions for the Tribal Council to purchase land to be Tribal land (Section 6 of Article IX of the Tribal Constitution), but this seems more along the lines of personal acquisition. Though maybe not, because “on the board” doesn’t necessarily equate to being the owner.

The set up of Jacob’s office is so interesting. Functionally for the show, it’s probably for better shooting angles, so that we can see more of Jacob behind the desk while Branch is sitting in front of it, but from an in-the-verse decorating standpoint, bit’s fascinating. He has this focal wall with the gorgeous wall hanging, flanked by floor to ceiling window, but instead of having his desk centered on that wall and directly facing the bulk of the room, it’s at an almost 45 degree angle on a huge rug, and it’s so unexpected. I kind of love it, and want to analyze it for days. Also worth noting is that pride of place is given to the Hotamétaneo’o headdress which is on a stand centered in front of the wall hanging.

How fucking tired must Jacob be. He’s used to Walt... Walting, but then Branch comes in, who he is literally spending his own money to support in his bid for sheriff, and he pulls the same shit of assuming that he’s behind Bad Shit. And then Branch frames it as “bad P.R,” so he’s there to “discuss it with [him] privately.” And then basically threatens him with Walt. I swear. ...there is something a little amusing about Walt being used as the stick in the carrot and a stick method of negotiating. He certainly is enough of a blunt object most of the time.

Oh fuck you so much, Branch. Playing the “can’t give you details about an ongoing investigation” card as though you have some professional or moral leg to stand on after basically blackmailing Jacob with Walt’s vendetta is just such shit. You don’t get to look down your nose at Jacob’s quid pro quo pragmatism when you were the one who came to him for financial backing. You sanctimonious little shitheel. If you didn’t want to deal with Jacob, you shouldn’t have taken his $100k. He’s a business man, and you’re an investment, and not a quixotic one.

“He’s probably the only person to have died from [hemlock] since Socrates.” And then Walt’s incredulous look and her, “Alright, I googled it,” were subtle comedic gold.

Ooooooo, that was a nice little shot. Not quite foreshadowing, but showing Branch’s suspicions and sort of inviting the audience to share them. Walt says his bit about the Army poisoning “Indian wells” to kill them off and get their land, and then we see Branch fiddling with the Four Arrows chip and narrow his eyes considering and slip the chip into his pocket, looking suspicious. It’s a really neat little moment of visual storytelling, no lines, literally three seconds long, just sort of snuck in there, but super effective. Really nicely done.

And again, Cady is in monochromatics. And, shit, just gave Fales Henry’s name. Aaaaaand right after, she realizes that the junkie was killed and realizes that it had to have been one of her dads (or so she thinks).

Sal’s monologue in the cell is a good emotional payoff that plays off of Vic’s comments towards the beginning of the episode. I see the narrative worth of her making them, and how the structure of the episode benefits from it; but seeing those writing elements from the outside of the show doesn’t make me able to like her as a character who said them in-universe. And then the threat Sal makes of vengeance on someone who killed one he loves also underscores the stuff with Cady’s investigation into her mother’s death very well. As much as I gripe about the writing *cough S6 cough finale cough* there really is some damn good writing in this show, and I don’t show enough appreciation for it.

Huh, and now there’s a sort of inverse of that weird shot preceding Branch from earlier, but this one is much more effective and less off-putting. This one [33:00] precedes Walt as he walks back into his office, still a medium close up, but it’s much steadier, and the way it is framed, it does quite a bit to convey his mindset, and he walks out of the shot and we see the three deputies following him in like baffled ducklings, making the shot serve another purpose, too. Which honestly makes that earlier shaky follow shot of Branch even weirder, because this one was so much better.

And then Walt has his creepy little speech about how someone would want to watch the light go out of their eyes and not caring if you get caught. I do appreciate that when he’s talking about the psychology of killing with poison he doesn’t just call it a “woman’s method” which media so often does. It might have been the writers keeping who the killer was abstruse, but it was still more gender neutral. Especially since according to The U. S. Department of Justice's report on Homicide Trends in the United States (1980 to 2008) of all poison killers in that time period, 60.5 percent were male and 39.5 percent female. (Table 5 on page 10.) So that long held idea that even Sherlock Holmes was written to have that poison is “of course” a woman’s weapon is pretty crap.

Awwww, the good old days when Walt paid attention to animals. ...I am still bizarrely salty about the fact that he never named his horse. What a good pupper!

And then we have a classic example of Sneaky!Walt, which always takes people quite by surprise, because he’s usually as subtle as Miley Cyrus.

Also because when he does this, it tends to be pretty fucked up, in a Make Someone Think They’re About To Die way. And then he does His Thing, where he just lays out all of his suppositions, with no proof, only the terror of her thinking that she’s been poisoned and you’re withholding medical intervention to get her to confess. And is, irritatingly, correct about his theories. But I’m pretty sure this qualifies as coercing a confession? She thinks she’s fucking dying. Even Vic looks at him like it’s fucked up, and her moral compass where he’s concerned is... skewed.

They way this reveal was played out, (”How’d they find her so fast?” “Hard to say...”) is somewhat ambiguous as to whether it’s supposed to be that Branch went there to tell Jacob or not, but I kind of doubt it? I kind of figure that the meeting that Jacob was having when Branch rambled in was already with Rosa signing the paperwork. Jacob is smart. So, HAH. Little good your “can’t comment on an ongoing investigation” schtick did.

And then the news that someone in law enforcement has been asking after Henry.

“Lizzie was waiting for you here tonight. You should talk to her, Walt. She seems to think she is in a relationship with you.” ....omgs. The tone. I mean, yes, the blisteringly glorious SASS, but how does one not read that as incredibly shippy? Howwwww?

“You are an honest man, Walt. I would like you to stay that way.” Oh Henry. When did you decide that you weren’t? Was it when you hired Hector? Or was there something before? ...I feel like there were things before that. Hello darkness my old friend.

“It is not your job to protect me.” “It is my job...” THOSE WERE THE DAYS. Those were the fucking daaaaaays. And the emotions on Henry’s face after Walt says, “That was my right,” as though Henry cheated him of something. I am so deep in OT3 feels I cannot even see daylight here. The feels of them having been an OT3 and then Walt pulling this shit, and Henry having to defend his own “right” to avenge Martha? It wrecks me. “A good woman was murdered. A bad man is dead. End of story.”

#Longmire #Walt Longmire #Cady Longmire #Henry Standing Bear #Branch is such a tool #Jacob Nighthorse #The Ferg #Victoria Moretti #Episode commentary #How many tangents did I manage to go on this time?#so many #Martha Longmire #I ramble about shots and framing and narrative too.#It took me so long to do this.#I am such a mess.

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beelspillowpet · 3 years

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Security (A SFW Jinx + Beel & Lucifer)

The idea I had the previous night. Jinx and Beelzebub had been talking about having a physical marking for their pact. Something like a permanent tattoo to show that they were together. Jinx had a bit of an episode, and as a result, they go to Lucifer to calm her down.

This is SELF! INDULGENT! TRASH! I feel like I need to say that every time now lol. It’s about Jinx, so of course there is not “MC” talk. The personalities might be a bit warped, but that’s because this takes place in MY PERSONAL CANON of how the story went down. MC is not a sack of potatoes blindly rushing into danger. MC is a troubled young woman named Jinx.

Warnings? A hint of sadness | If you squint, a bit of eating disorder | DDLG elements- although nothing explicit.

“I’m sorry! I told you it might-?!”

Jinx crawled off the edge of the bed and rushed to grab her robe. Out of courtesy for everyone else and a sense of decency, she threw on something before she could rush out of the door and to the bathroom.When Beelzebub managed to get into clothes of his own, he followed after her.

When he found her, she was doubled over the toilet, emptying the contents of tonight’s dinner in chunks. What a shame. He’d just got her to stop throwing up her dinner not too long ago. “Pum’kin?” Beelzebub frowns. He reaches out to touch her, but she backs away from him instantly, squeezing herself down and against the corner of the bathroom.

“Don’t! J-just don’t, please!”

He pulls away, his stomach churning. He’s heard her sound like this before, but it’s been ages. He still didn’t know exactly what he did wrong. He was only doing what she asked.

For safe measures, he presses himself back against the wall opposite of her. “Okay… I’m sorry. I didn’t think I’d scare you like that. I was just trying to mark you like you asked. You do still want me to mark you, right?” It was an innocent question. They’d been talking about leaving a physical mark on her skin ever since they made their pact together. Jinx thought she was ready, she’d been ready for a while, hadn’t she?

“I do! I did! I did say that, didn’t I? But I didn’t think you’d put it there, Bee!” Jinx shouted. “I thought you’d put it on my chest, or my arm or something!”

“What’s wrong with putting it on your belly?”

Another innocent question. The answer should have been simple. I’m just uncomfortable with it being there, was all she needed to say. Her mouth opened, then shut. Then opened again as if she was convincing herself to actually explain why. What came out instead was a quiet plea.

“I need to see papa. Can you take me to him?”

Beelzebub walked her down the long corridor. He got her into a quick shower and then a pair of pajamas back in her bedroom first. He held her hand, and she held onto her spare blanket and rabbit plushie. Beelzebub knocked once, then twice on the door when Lucifer didn’t answer. Shortly after, he heard tired groans and the sound of the man rolling out of bed and to the door.

When he opened it, he looked as tired and frustrated as he usually did. He must have pushed back his hair to present himself somewhat normally before even letting anyone get the chance to see his bedhead. Just like him to do so.

“Beel and Jinx.” He says slowly, fighting the urge to yawn. “I suppose it’s better than Mammon. What are you two doing up this late?” He peers over Beelzebub’s form so he can properly see Jinx’s face. The moment he can, he’s wide awake. Tears were rolling down her cheeks, and her lips were curled downward into a deep frown. “What’s going on?” he asks more softly.

“Well- we were…” Beelzebub immediately trails off. He didn’t want to give away her privacy so easily, so he thought for a moment while Lucifer coaxed Jinx into his arms for a hug. “I scared her. I didn’t do it on purpose, but she ended up throwing up in the bathroom. She wanted to come see you.”

Lucifer looked over Beelzebub’s face with a scowl. He pulled Jinx back for a second to wipe her tears away. “There, there. It’s okay Little One. Come on, I’ll put you to bed. You must be exhausted.” He turned around and walked Jinx into his bedroom, taking her over to the corner of his bed. He looked back at Beelzebub and grimaced. He was to wait there so he could get full disclosure on what exactly happened.

Jinx wrapped the blankets around herself before sitting down on the bed, hugging her rabbit doll close. “P-papa, I’m sorry for waking you up.” She apologized promptly. “I know you got a busy day t-tomorrow and I shouldn’t be freaking out over it. It’s dumb, I’m being dumb.”

“It’s alright.” Lucifer sighs. “You’re scared and hurt, Little One. I’m going to take care of it, okay? Now, I need you to be brave for me. I’m going to have a quick chat with Beel about what happened, and then we can talk too. But I need you to sit here and breathe like I taught you; can you do that?”

Jinx shook her head, feeling tears forming again. “I don’t wanna be alone again, papa. Please?”

“Little One,” Lucifer starts again, giving her another hug. “I would tear anyone apart in a slow and agonizing fashion if they ever hurt you. No one, not even Father, could stop me from making sure you’re safe. I protect my own.” Jinx buried her face into his clothed chest and sniffled.

Lucifer chewed his tongue, pushing further. “When I pulled you and your brother away from those demons trying to hurt you I told you how much I loved you both and wanted to make sure you survived. Do you think what I told you two in that moment was a lie?”

It took Jinx a second to process. Then she shook her head.

“Give me just a minute, Little One.” He let go of her and stepped out of his bedroom with swiftness. The timer in his head is already ticking. He allows Beelzebub to fill him in vaguely about what happened before crossing his arms and looking away.

“That’s a bit…” Lucifer sighs. “It can’t be helped, I suppose. When she gets like this, I’m the only one who can calm her down. I suspect she’ll want to spend the night in here.”

Beelzebub frowns. “She won’t want to leave…? I didn’t get an answer out of her before about why she reacted like that. I was only doing what she wanted…”

Lucifer yawned again, almost at his limit. “I know you were, Beel. Sometimes humans go through terrible things that leave them a bit… scarred. She is no exception. Just go on to bed, things will be handled on my end from here.” He waved Beelzebub off and reentered his bedroom.

“I’m back, Little One.” Lucifer announced. Jinx hopped off the bed and dove back into his arms, holding him tight. “I told you, I would be back. Thank you for being so brave for me. Now, I need to ask you a few questions, okay?”

Jinx looked up at him, pouting.

“Don’t fret, I won’t pry about it. I just need to know what to do moving forward. I got Beel’s side of things, but what about you? Do you want to talk about it?” Jinx shook her head, burying her face back into his chest. “Okay. What about tomorrow? I can tell things are going to be bad if we don’t clear the air. Or I can take you to visit Dr. Wayne?”

“Dr. Wayne?” Jinx asks, looking back up at him. “I haven’t seen him since before Christmas… I need to give him my notebook! I did some writing in it, we can go over that stuff!”

Lucifer smiles, pushing her hair out of her face. “Okay, Little One. We can take you to see Dr. Wayne after we make a phone call in the morning, alright? Now… Do you want to go back to your room? Are you feeling good enough to stay in your room now?”

Jinx frowned again, letting go of Lucifer. She sat down on the bed again and hugged her stuffed rabbit. “Can I stay here?” she asked softly. “I know it’s silly. I’m too old to act like this, but I-”

“You’re not too old for any of this. You are my precious Little One. You need my protection and my security, and I am happy to provide it. You could be 21, or 51 years old, and I would never turn you away. Problems like yours just don’t go away, whatever they may be. Know that whenever things get too tough, you have me to fall back on.”

Jinx tilted her head downwards and smiled a little. “You always know what to say, papa.” She threw her legs on to the bed and pulled the sheets over her. She took her extra blanket and placed it on top for the extra warmth, as it was usually colder in his room. Lucifer walked over and kissed the top of her forehead. He tickled her in, making sure the blankets fit over the majority of her body before taking his place on the other side of the bed.

“G’night, papa.” Jinx whispered. “N’ thank you.”

Lucifer yawned one last time, shutting his eyes. “Good night, princess.”

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nad-zeta · 4 years

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[ ✨ ] hello! may i ask for an ikesen matchup ^^? i'm usually very awkward and silent around new people and new environments in general and i get really panicky over small things (tiny mistakes, etc.). i'm not often one to start conversation, and even if i do, i just,, stare at them silently and go back to my own thing ^^;; but! once someone gets to hook me in through something i'm interested in and get me out of my shell, i get very hyper and cheery and excited easily around them ><

[ ✨ ] and at that point, congrats, you're my friends that i'll spill most secrets with :D! my interests are usually anime, games, manga, etc. but i also have a big liking to stories and books! and often times if i'm presented with a paper and pen, i *will* doodle, so drawing's also a big hobby of mine (i get really absorbed in doing it ///). back on the friend part, i won't hesitate to yell across the street to get your attention then run and hug you, and just start talking to you in high speed

[ ✨ ] and i am guaranteed to will die for you and your happiness. someone says shit? prepare to get these hands ùwú. i may be short but i am full of love for you. i'm willing and capable of doing Things - just a bit of grumbling but i will do it - but i have a tendency to be kinda slow. but some have said that i'm thorough in the task. half my hearing's basically gone so i might ask to repeat something from you for a bit, so please be patient with me o(._.'' )o and just in general lol

[ ✨ ] last thing!! the matchup is done but another request to everyone reading: please take care of yourself, take breaks and keep hydrated, and be safe out there!! i love all your works hun, and i hope you all have a wonderful day!!

Hi hi, love!🦋❤ Awwww you are so sweet, thank you for the kind words! ☺😳I hope you also have a wonderful day! ❤🦋🌻Thank you so much for the request, and I am sorry I took sooooo damn long with it! I hope you enjoy this, dear! Sending you lots of hugs! 🌻🦋❤

So I match you with.............. Kenshin

You arrived in the past with a bang and somehow despite your tiny frame managed to carry a man four times your size out of a burning building. The whole experience honestly had you on edge. Just as you started to calm down another man dressed in green came riding up to you and the man you had just saved. Hideyoshi, the raven hair beside you called the man as he climbed off his horse and knelt down in front of both of you. He looked up from you and gave you the biggest death stare you had ever seen. He demanded you give him your name and background story. You were so shocked at the whole experience you simply stayed silent. The second he drew his sword you bolted. The simple scare tactic worked too well as you ran away from the men.

Of course, Hideyoshi followed you on horseback through the forest. You ran as fast as your tiny legs could carry you running straight into yet another man. He caught you in his arms and held you steady as you reoriented yourself. Heterochromatic eyes peered down at you. You were honestly super panicked and now apologizing profusely for running into the man. His features softened slightly as he looked down at the frightened creature in his arms, he could hear the sound of horses heading towards him in the distance. He gently wrapped his large hand around your smaller one and pulled you along as he started to run. Finally, he reached his horse hidden among the bushes.

The two of you remained crouched down in the bushes alongside the horses when a calm voice broke the silence, “Lord Kenshin, I have successfully secured us an escape route, if you would please follow me.” Kenshin then swiftly lifted you up and place you on top of his horse, before climbing on behind you. The three of you rode through the night for what felt like ages until you reached a small cabin in the woods. In the back of your mind, you couldn’t help but think this was how you were going to die. Kenshin helped you down the horse and lead you inside. Once inside, you got a better look at the man with a calm voice, and that’s when you realized that you knew him. Sasuke looked at you and instantly knew who you were. While Kenshin was outside brushing down the horses, Sasuke explained the situation to you. It was honestly all too much for your nerves to handle and you passed out.

You woke up in an extravagant room in Kasugayama Castle, you looked around the unknown room and sighed when you realized that it was not all one big dream. From the corner of your eye, you spotted a bunny scurrying out of your room, running in an unknown direction. A few moments later Kenshin appeared with the rabbit trailing closely behind him. He placed a tray filled with food next to you and crouched down beside you, “Sasuke told me that the two of you are from the same village, you are welcome to stay here until you return home.” After that, he swiftly got up and left.

In the days to follow you started helping out the castle staff, it was slow going, but your work was thorough. Something which the maids really enjoyed about you. You had been at the castle for a full week, and you still hadn’t spotted Kenshin again since the day he brought you breakfast.

Tasks done for the day, you made your way to the castle garden to read. After Sasuke had shown you the castle’s library, you had made it your personal mission to read every book within.

You sat in the garden in the shade of a big sakura tree when, suddenly you were surrounded by hundreds of rabbits. You smiled as the fluffballs nuzzled and cuddled you. Suddenly Kenshin appeared, “It’s strange to see the bunnies following around someone other than me.” He took a seat beside you and as if on cue half the rabbits jumped onto his lap and started cuddling him. There was a peaceful silence that stretched between the two of you as you went back to reading.

Kenshin eyes you curiously but then closed his eyes and laid his head down on the soft grass to take an afternoon nap. He never liked women and would usually avoid them like the plague, but you were different. He liked that you didn’t feel the need to impress him or try and wed him like those irritating woman from the different clans.

The next day the same thing happened, as you sat beneath the tree reading, Kenshin appeared. This time he started a conversation with you, you looked up at him from the book you were reading and smiled. Luckily for Kenshin, he had asked about a topic that piqued your interest, and you started chatting with the bunny warlord.

In the days to follow the two of you would always meet under the same tree at the same time. The more days that passed, the more comfortable you were around Kenshin, gradually dropping your guard and opening up. Soon he had made it past your barriers and in your eye, you now saw him as a dear friend

Ooooh how Kenshin loved his upgraded title and this new cheerful side of you. He started giving you the nickname little rabbit cause that is precisely what you were in his eyes. Shy and reserved at first but once out of your shell, energetic and excitable. He loved how you would burst into his room, excited to show him your newest drawing. He would legit steal them and put them on display for all to see.

The two of you would spend hours together, just talking and telling each other cool stories. Sometimes the two of you would just quietly sit in the same room and do your own tasks. Kenshin would do boring admin, and you would get completely absorbed in your drawing.

To be honest the more and more time the two of you cuties spent together the more Kenshin fell entirely in love with you. You were unlike any woman he has ever met. When he opened up about his past to you, you accepted him completely and still loved him without judging. Through your friendship with the bunny warlord, you helped him slowly work through the trama and all the negative feelings he would have. Some nights when he would have nightmares, you would hear him get up and sit out in the garden. You would grab a blankie and go and join him, placing the blanket over both your shoulders as you ask him to tell you about his dream. You may be short, but you were definitely full of love for Kenshin.

During one of his conversations with Sasuke, the ninja, let it slip that you liked mangas and animes. After a lengthy explanation as to what exactly that was, Kenshin got to work. In his spare time, he worked on drawing you your own little anime manga. When it was finally complete, he handed it over to you during one of your tea dates. You excitedly started reading in, and when you got to the end, you found a letter. You carefully broke the seal and opened it. Written inside was a confession of love from the bunny warlord himself. You leapt from the place you were sitting and tackled Kenshin down in a big hug showering his face with little kisses.

Kenshin loves that you show your affection so openly towards him. His eyes will light up in delight, especially if he hears you excitedly yell out his name from across the market street. He knows to brace himself as you usually run and jump into his arms, giving him the biggest hug. For a man that never smiles, whenever you are near or in his arms, he is beaming with pure happiness.

He loves how protective you can get over him as well. Especially when someone is trash-talking him, you are ready to fight. During these times, Kenshin will gently wrap his arms around your waist and bring you closer to him, and nuzzle his nose against your neck and whisper how much he absolutely adores you.

And fear not, no one dare say one bad thing about his little bunny unless they want to lose their head. He knows that half your hearing is basically gone so he will be sure to patiently repeat whatever he is saying to you if you didn’t catch it the first time. Again and if someone dares say anything about getting annoyed with having to repeat stuff to you, he, will, not, hesitate, too, teach, them, some, manners.

Kenshin would go to the ends of the earth and back to keep that beautiful smile on your face. You have saved him from the demons of his mind, and for that, he will be eternally grateful. Just as he has successfully brought you out of your shell, you have successfully brought him out of the darkness of his past and into the light of the future

Often the two of you can be found cuddled together with your rabbit army under your favourite sakura tree. Simply exchanging sweet kisses and interesting stories.

Otherwise, the two of you are spending a peaceful afternoon together in Kesnhins room, each busy with their own task. When Kenshin is done with his work for the day, he will place himself behind you, gently wrapping his arms around your waist, and propping his head up to rest on your shoulder. He will sit like this with you tight in his arms as you continue to get absorbed in your art.

He could spend hours just sitting with you in his arms while watching you gracefully sketch out the scene in your imagination. He will definitely drop a few sweet sneaking kisses on your neck and cheek as you work.

Other potential matches………………. Mitsuhide

I hope you enjoyed this, dear! 🌻🦋❤🥰

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leah-halliwell92 · 4 years

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The Eyes Have It

@sujusfs14499 requested number 4 “God, your eyes are so gorgeous.” (She got long I’m sorry lol)

You couldn’t help your giddiness as adjusted your semi-casual burgundy dress a few minutes before 6. You were getting ready to not only go to dinner but a play at the Old Globe. Severus said that if they caught the viewing he had planned there would be a chance for dinner.

You had been surprised when Severus made his way into the apothecary on the a day you were working the counter, his days are usually those you’re not in. In school you’d been his best friend, class partner (when Lily wasn’t his chosen), his champion and confidante. You’d tried to be as close to him as he’d let you and without seeming like you were a lost puppy trailing after him like he’d been doing with Lily.

Not being the last one was easier said than done, but you’d done it and it served to kick James Potter in the arse hard enough for him to realize that not everything was as it seemed. Rumor had it that during fourth year, he’d gotten it into his head that he was going to prove Sev is as evil as the rest of his house. He’d sworn he was going to once and for all expose Sev for queen and country to see and quote, “Maybe then Lily will dump him as the rat he is”. This is how you heard he’d taken time during the Christmas hols to follow Sev home.

Needless to say James got more than what he bargained for when he found where Sev lived. You knew James ever the full of himself Gryffindor thought he’d find a well off half-blood maybe pureblood from a well off family, with a past of blood supremacy., literally anything that wasn’t anywhere close to what the reality of it all was. James had cornered you upon returning to school looking like a mad man demanding to know if what he’d witnessed was true. At the time you’d not known he’d gone as far as to look for actual reason to pick on Sev more than he already did. You could still remember it.

//Flashback//

“Is it true!?” James demanded.

“Is what true? What the hell could I have that you want Potter!?” You asked struggling against the grip he had on your arm.

“Have I just been making his life doubly difficult...” he said voice breaking, “Have I truly taken it to a point where an abused child cannot find sanctuary away from his hell.”

Your eyes widened as you realized what it is he wants clarification on.

“Tell me!” He yelled in begging manner, “Please...tell me I didn’t ruin a man’s life over rumors and baseless assumptions. Please...please...”

You sigh and say, “Your jealousy and brashness is what got you into this mess. You let your belief that learning about something anything makes them a bad person.”

In a very uncharacteristic display of character for him, he fell to his knees sobs wrecking his tall frame as the realization that all the “good” he thought he was doing was actually all for naught.

“If I were someone else I’d rub in the fact that Perfect James Potter valued seeker for Gryffindor and Prince of the Light bullied a child for being different,” you said voice cold causing him to flinch, “Not everyone who studies the dark arts is evil or are bound to become evil for studying something that interests them. Has it ever occurred to you that if the dark arts weren't studied we wouldn’t have the counters we have to help heal them? Or that potions to heal or treat without proper research done on dark curses?”

James looked ashamed and clearly at a loss. He'd finally come to the realization that he’d tormented an innocent for close to four years over nothing, just a need to learn and escape. Now that he knew the truth he didn’t know how he’d fix it or if it there was a way for him to make peace.

“What can I do to make amends?” He asked you pleadingly.

“I think that should be obvious to you,” you said crossing your arms.

He nodded to himself and said, “I know I need to stop with my actions and egging Padfoot onto continuing his own abuse.”

You nod sort of impressed but not believing he meant what he was saying.

“Maybe after a while,” he said voice low, “I can’t try to apologize.”

You nod and say, “Don’t think or believe he’ll forgive you. And do keep in mind you’ve been you've been chasing after his only friend.”

“Lily,” he said shock in his eyes, “They...”

“He loves her,” you said with a small smile on your face.

“And you him,” he said plainly.

“But this isn’t about me,” you said angrily, “So don’t you go thinking you can do to me what you’ve been doing to him. Believe you me James Potter I’ll get expelled before you go hurting me the way you did and have been doing to him. And for all the love and peace in the world, please don’t tell him how you or why you all of the sudden stopped...you won't like his response.”

He nodded and did even went as far as to promise that he’d do his best to keep Sirius in line along with Remus...the fact that he’d from the very beginning told them to leave Sev alone in the first place not withstanding.

You heaved multiple sighs of relief the day he walked in talking animately with Remus about something. Sev told to you about how James defended him against Sirius for the first two months of the new half term. How surprised and suspicious he was but then they got to the point of being civil with each other. You hoped that it wasn't too late for some form of friendship to blossom from this. She hoped the attacks just in time to keep him from spiraling down a hole he might not be able to get himself out of.

Sev had even introduced you to Lily! You’d wanted to size up your “competition” for a while, you’d known you weren’t anything compared to the great Lily Evans. It stung to see why it is Sev looked head over heels for her...she’s lovely to look at, she’s smart, ambitious and hard working. Not to mention they practically grew up together.

You remembered how as the years progressed his eyes would light up at the mention of Lily his heart practically on his sleeve. You’d made it clear to him, after befriending Lily, that her love for him might not be as he wants it to be. It had taken a bit but a sit down between him and Lily revealed the warnings you’d given him...this brought to you by Lily then by James who’d been told by both Lily and Sev what had happened.

It had gutted Sev the day James went to him as Lily’s ‘brother’ to ask for permission to court/date her. But he wanted Lily safe so he said yes to James leaving him with a warning that she’s stubborn enough to beat him should James have ulterior motives.

You’d had a feeling that Severus had hope for her to see him even while she was with James. Hope even when she’d accepted James’ permission to court her as the purebloods of their world do. You’d drifted some from Sev in the hope that you moved on from your crush on him to no avail...

//Present Day//

The years that proceeded all the way to seventh year went by quietly if not for the whining of one Sirius Black when the second half of the school year really kicked off. Despite his trepidation, Severus took to this change in stride. After some time walking on eggshells he’d been approached by Remus to join him and James for study group one Wednesday. He’d approached you about and you tried to be as supportive as yo could without revealing why they’d approached him in the first peace offerings in hand.

You laughed at the occurrence and remembered the time when he met you in the astronomy tower piss drunk. You’d been sitting taking notes for your class when Severus wound up and plopped himself next to you. Some slurred sweet words later and you somehow found yourself with his head on your lap your fingers brushing through his hair. And you don’t remember how it happened but somehow he’d gone from laying on your lap to kneeling in front of you his eyes caressing your face tenderly.

“God, your eyes are so gorgeous,” he said and without warning pressed a tender kiss to your lips.

Despite your shock you’d returned it before they heard the caretaker doing rounds forcing the both of you to go your separate ways. You also remember the long crying session you had in the bathroom when he came to you asking what had happened the day before since he’d woken up with the mother of all hangovers and alcohol induced amnesia.

You snapped back into reality at the sound of a knock at your door.

You gave yourself a look over to see you were pretty much done aside from jewelry.

You took the black pear set and made your way to the door as the necklace hooked itself on with a twist of your wrist.

“Good evening Severus,” you said opening the door a bright smile on your face.

He greeted you same as he always did a friendly hug and peck on the cheek before offering his arm for the both of you to leave.

The evening had started off better than you’d expected it to, the evening weather was wonderful and the chosen play happened to be one of your favorites. You were trying in vane to keep your traitorous heart from swooning every time he did or said something, with a voice you were sure should be illegal, that caused your insides to melt and tried to focus on what lay ahead. This is too good to be true...you could feel it in your bones.

The first half of the play went fantastically! It all felt and looked so romantic, like some big gesture would follow at the end of the night...no. That would not happen, not to you and not with him.

As soon as the intermission came about you’d made a mad dash for the loo hoping you had time for a drink of water and a nibble before heading back in. Little did you know that what happens afterward marked the end of what was promising to be a pleasant evening.

You walked out to be met with Severus have what looked to be a very engaging conversation with the ever beautiful Lily Evans. And despite you trying to not fall down the rabbit hole of your feelings for him, it happened anyway and the result is the overwhelming feeling of disappointment and hurt that he’d still chose h is Lily flower over you. Your traitorous brain supplied you with another thought, what if he’d brought you here with him knowing she’d be there? Your heart fell deeper at this, why torture you if he wasn’t interested in you anyway?

“Funny isn’t it?” The voice of James Potter drew you from your thoughts and darkening mood.

“That we meet here by chance?” You asked weakly wrapping your arms around you. Whether it was as a form of comfort or to keep yourself together you didn’t know.

“Well not exactly,” he said cleaning his throat slightly, “I’d let him know that the Globe was hosting a variety of wonderful plays...I never told him which and what night.”

“Mmm,” you said and drew a deep breath. You would make it through the night, you could do this.

“Why is it everyone can see how you clearly still feel for him but him?” James asked honest curiosity in his eyes before he gave you a look over nodding liking what he saw, “Merlin do your eyes look gorgeous. They contrast against your dress beautifully.”

You smiled widely at this and breathed a delighted laugh. At least you looked decent enough for such an event.

You shrugged at this but before you could say anything the smiling voice of Lily reached your ears.

“I though it was you I saw leaving the hall!”

You forced a smile on your face and greeted your friend tenderly, it wasn’t her fault Severus didn’t see you...like that.

You’d made a point to drop your defensive pose and dropped your hands to your sides. You kept an ear on what she was saying but your eyes wandered to the look of wonder on Sev’s face as he looked at her. Your eyes misted at this...at the realization that he’d never not only see you as a woman but he’d never want you either.

You felt James’ pinky wrap around your giving it a gentle supportive squeeze and calmed some. It wouldn’t do for everyone to see you break down over nothing.

“We simply must go to dinner after the show,” Lily said smilingly.

You wanted to flat out refuse but Severus had agreed for the both of you before you could.

“We’d be delighted,” he said charmingly voice soft, “It has been some time since we’ve had a proper catch up.”

You squeezed James’ finger and cleared your throat excusing yourself to the loo once again.

Once in a stall, you grabbed two squares of toilet paper and carefully pressed it on the corners of your eyes the tears falling and making you feel like stupid child trailing after her best friend and his heart only to be spurned for your attempts.

You shook with the effort of keeping your sobs from coming out and in a last ditch effort to calm down you placed your head between your knees and concentrated on your breathing. In and out...in and out...in and out.

Once calm you walked out to find yourself face to face with a clearly concerned Lily.

“I’m fine,” you said, sounding stronger than you felt despite the slight tremor in your voice.

“Then why are your eyes red?” She asked knowingly.

You shrug and inspect your miraculously still perfect makeup and said, “Had something in my eye.”

“Thestral shit,” she said, “It’s not like it seemed.”

You looked at her sadly and said, “I know...but the doesn’t mean he suddenly loves you like a brother. Magic can do a lot of things Lils, what it cannot do is interfere with the affairs of the heart.”

She nodded in sad understanding and said, “If you need a cry or to talk you know where to find me.”

You might just have to take her up on that. His greatest love or not she is still your friend. Even if her beau is the one you really need to have a chat with, he is your best friend.

You walked back arm in arm grins on your faces, hers smooth and pretty and yours forced hoping it didn’t look pain filled or worse...a wince.

The men escorted their respective ladies to their seats to finish the play. From the moment you retook your seats, you tried hard to focus on the plot. To lose yourself within the story and for a moment forget who you were sitting next to. Your attempts had proved successful until you felt calloused fingers tenderly grab your hand. Your knee jerk response was to take your hand back, there is after all no point to playing a gracious date on his behalf. The jig as they say, was up. But you left your hand in his, for what reason you didn’t know. Your heart wanted something to remember him by you supposed, but the rest of you was ready to swear at him, hit him and do horrible things just to try and get an answer for the many why's that lay at her feet.

Why can’t you see me? Why can’t you love me? Why am I not more like Lily? Why can’t I be a ginger?... At least then you’d have something to try and get his attention with. You felt the play to your core as the pivotal point drew near. Your grip tightened some around him as the plot blossomed, your anticipation, for more than just the play, reached new heights.

By the end of the play you’d forgotten the hurt, which suited you just fine to be able to survive dinner. So much for a date...

You weren't surprised to find James and Lily waiting on you easy smiles on their faces. As you made your way out James, bless him, commented, “If I didn’t know any better I’d have thought this to be a date by the looks of things.”

You felt Severus stiffen, had that not been the idea of this outing?

“Look at that!” Lily said pointing to the small shops that were around pulling you along without much warning.

You turned to look at the boys and froze, James looked like he was ready to commit murder while Severus was as blank and stony faced as ever.

“Face the window and pretend you look interested,” Lily said exaggerating her movements to make it look like they were having an animated conversation.

You followed lead and said, “Well now I know his real reason for being here.”

Lily shook her shoulders, simulating laughter, and said, “I didn’t tell him James and I would be here tonight. I know James practically gave him a shove in your direction by telling him of what the Globe had in store this week.”

You nodded forcing a bright smile on your face despite the tears that lit up your eyes.

“James told me as much,” you admitted to her, “It’s just odd! I know he comes to the shop the days I’m not there, I don’t know if it’s because he’s avoiding me or because I did something. My boss told me about a week ago about a new staff member to help on a more permanent basis along with me so that could be it?”

“I’m your new co-worker,” Lily revealed looking partly guilty, “I was going to surprise you with the news next week.”

That struck a chord and all of the sudden you were laughing. Incredulous and hysterical peels fell from your lips. Lily looked on sadly as the pieced came together.

“What so funny?” James asked a smirk playing at his lips.

You looked up to find James and Severus had made their way over to where you and Lily were standing. James looked at you a knowing look on his face while Severus looked curious.

“Lily let me know she’d be filling in the days I wouldn’t be working at the apothecary,” you say smile still in place, “I was so relieved and am so delighted to know. Sorry about the laughing, it’s just funny that we’d wind up working together in a field we both love.”

Severus glanced at you then as if he’d never known you were into potions, he should have known after seven years plus of friendship.

Not too long later, talks of getting dinner popped up. And soon enough your small group was making their way to what promised to be a cozy establishment on the muggle side of London. You’d have to make not of keeping the name in mind for next time. New memories would need to follow after this...

Severus kept your hand on his arm as he escorted you. Your mind drifted as you walked, if this had been a real date then you’d be pressing yourself to his side and putting your head on his shoulder. You would be having a meaningful conversation about anything and everything, maybe even starting the process of getting to know the adult versions of each other.

A faint grin appeared on your face at these thoughts...hope. These thoughts were your hopes personified. You “saw” his grin, “heard” his rumbled chuckles and “felt” his hand as he caressed your own on his arm on your way to dinner.

“(Y/N)?” You heard someone call.

“(Y/N)!” You looked to find Severus looking at you worriedly, his hand on your cheek, “Are you alright?”

You gazed at him for a moment the daydream ever present. It would have been so easy to fall on that...but that wasn’t the truth.

“I’m alright Sev,” you say with a grin, “Probably more peckish than I thought.”

He looked like he didn’t believe you and was about to say more when Lily brought your attention by proclaiming they’d arrived at the bistro they had in mind.

//Time Skip//

Dinner went as you’d expected it to catching up, memories from Hogwarts, slight talk of the future. You felt Severus stiffen again when James and Lily ask the both of you not only to come to their wedding but to be a part of the wedding party as well. You nodded with a bright smile truly happy for them before covering up a “yawn” giving away that you were “tired”.

Thankfully this gave Severus a reason to take you home. The bill was split and paid, you bid your friends a good night after promising to owl. In Lily’s case in the morning to plan for lunch during the week.

Severus and you apparate into your living room from an empty alleyway. You gave him a, hopefully convincing, grin as you stepped away from him to take off your shoes.

“Can I get you anything before you head out?” You asked more out of courtesy than actually fish to have him stay.

He gave you a strange look.

“What?” You asked curiously.

You’d thought he’d wanted to leave as soon as the evening came to a close. It isn’t as if he doesn’t have anything to do the next day. And to your surprise your boss needed you to come to the store in the afternoon.

“Are you alright?” He asked neutrally.

“Yes,” you said, honest but trying not to seem as emotionally drained as you felt, “Why?”

“You’ve been out of it as they say most of the evening,” he said going to stand where you were putting your purse and wrap away.

‘That happens when your feelings for someone else become more apparent,” you thought to yourself feeling more than a little emotionally drained.

“I’m probably still a bit shocked from being asked about being asked to be part of Lily’s wedding party,” you said shrugging with a small smile.

He gave a chuckle at that but he knew there was more to that.

You resisted the urge to cross your arms over your middle in a defensive pose and waited for him to reply to that.

“I never thought he’d ask me to be part of his merry band of misfits,” he said clearly feeling awkward.

“I loved the play,” you said not knowing how to get him to leave without seeming rude.

“Maybe we can go see one again sometime?” He asked eyes brightening.

You wanted to sigh and scream and shake him to see you. Yell in his face that you were right there...if only he’d give himself and you a chance but you didn’t.

“Maybe,” you said vaguely, “It’s getting late, tomorrow I have to go into the apothecary for something staff related.”

Severus nodded at this and went to apparate out when he turned to you once again and surprised you by pressing a kiss to your forehead and saying, “I was right that night in the Astronomy tower...you really do have the most gorgeous eyes.”

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Internship Break

Author’s note: LOL semi-nsfw? don’t know her

Pairing: Kirishima x OC || Age: They’re 18! Third years <3

WC - 3881 || AO3

Warnings - overstimulation, multiple orgasms, mention of somnophilia, semi-clothed sex

Extra - Koi means love in Japanese. I didn’t use it but subsequently, Koibito means ‘sweetheart’ as well. I tend to use the two as a pair for couples, but for some reason, it didn’t flow the way I wanted this time.

Ugh, everything hurt.

Well, maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration, considering he still had the energy to work with. He was definitely sore, though.

Kirishima grunted as he leaned and contorted his upper body backward, groaning as several places in his back popped. Bouncing forward he rolled his shoulders and crossed one arm over, hooked his other over it and stretched it before doing it to the other side. He’d finally gotten to his room in the third-year dorm and after changing out of his hero costume, he really wanted to relax his muscles in the showers. Thank god for weekends and being able to finally relax after patrolling the streets.

Shower caddy in hand, it was fun looking back on how it felt like yesterday when he’d stormed these halls to hunt down Tamaki Amajiki and beg him to help get him interning at the Fatgum Agency. Now Suneater had been a full-fledged Pro Hero for at least two years now, and Kirishima was still interning there because he loved the work and fully intended on joining permanently after he graduated. He had never really expected to be someone who liked the night shift, but it was like, as soon as the sun went down he had a rush of energy.

Today was one of those days that he was still rip-roarin’ ready to go, so there was a skip in his step as he neared the showers. Since it was still early morning, a lot of his classmates were groggy and waking up so it was going to be quiet and wonderful- “Whoa yikes!” he yipped, twisting on the ball of his foot to spin out of the way of someone coming down the hall. Hell ya, Bakugo would’ve even been impressed by those reflexes! “Hey hey, sorry ‘bout-babe!” his casual apologetic smile morphed into a full-blown grin.

“Kiri!” Nagisa perked up excitedly, her beautiful orchid purple eyes making Kirishima’s heart squeeze. Wow, he missed her. “It’s been ages since we saw each other outside of class!”

Kirishima groaned with his head thrown back a bit, but then he rubbed his neck sheepishly, “Yeah, I know. I’m so, so sorry, I know texting isn’t enough sometimes and-” his shoulders stiffened and his eyes widened when he felt her soft, dainty finger on his lips. All of a sudden it was very difficult to ignore the urge to pop the digit in his mouth.

“Now don’t you start,” she told him firmly, a slight scowl on her pretty face. “You don’t need to go spiraling down a rabbit hole there’s no business taking a trip into. I get it, I’ve been busy at my internship too.”

All at once Kirishima’s breath wooshed out of his lungs. Somehow he found himself smitten all over again. Of course, she knew he'd start tumbling with insecurities. Her personality always did it for him, but...had he really not been paying enough attention to his girlfriend that he forgot how gorgeous she looked close up? No...it couldn’t be. He was pretty sure the round baby-face had slimmed down some since the last time he had really looked at her. “Yes, ma’am,” he chuckled breathlessly. “I was about to take a shower, but I’m still pretty awake. You wanna hang at all? Catch up?”

The way she lit up made Kirishima feel like floating. He loved her smile, but he loved it even more when it was directed at him, “That sounds wonderful, Kirishima! I just finished with my own shower and was going to grab breakfast. Would you like me to grab you something? I’m sure after we chill you’re going to pass out. I don’t want you to not eat!” she put her hands on her hips with a pointed look.

Laughing, her fierce expression causing him to give her a cheeky smirk and he nodded to her, “Sure thing, koi,” he realized now that yeah, her usually pastel-purple hair was quite a few shades darker and more flat in comparison to how voluminous it tended to be. It contrasted against her alabaster skin, making her appear even paler. “My room, eta fifteen? I wanted to let the water relax my muscles a bit, so I’m going to chill in there a bit longer than normal.”

“Good for you, doin’ some self-care!” Nagisa beamed at him, “Awesome, it’s a deal.”

Watching her go he couldn’t help the sly lilt to his lips as he watched her hair, mid-length down her back, sway with each step she took. The bounce in her step made him happy, and there was a fire licking underneath his skin now. It really had been too long…

He might’ve wanted to stay in there longer, but after crossing his girlfriend Kirishima became way too antsy to relax. So a fifteen-minute shower turned into ten, but he used that extra time to get back to his dorm room and throw on some sweatpants. A slow devious smirk crossed his face, but he threw on some casual rock music and took a glance at his homework to do that weekend. He could knock out what was easiest first, then with the harder stuff he could ask Bakugo for help, or Midoriya depending on the subject.

A knock on his door brought him out of his thoughts and he called over his shoulder, “It’s unlocked!” before setting his notebooks on his table. When he turned around he had his usual wide grin on his face, “Hey, babe! Man, whatever that is, it smells great!”

“I could hear your music from the hall you know,” Nagisa drawled, closing the door behind her and then paused, her gaze zeroing in on the fact his sweats hung low on his hips and there was seemingly nothing else he was wearing. All of a sudden her face burned.

“Good. Maybe that was the point,” Kirishima’s toothy grin morphed into something sly, and he went to sit on his bed, patting it for her to come join him, “I am starving, you were right. Let’s eat?” he hummed.

Swallowing thickly, Nagisa nodded and had the presence of mind to lock Kirishima’s door first, then walked over to him. Handing him his plate, she sat beside him and...her heart squeezed. In spite of it being extremely clear to her, her boyfriend was being coy, they had a nice, relaxing breakfast together. Well, breakfast for her and dinner for him. As they talked, taking their time eating and not rushing to get to whatever it was Kirishima had intended, it was like they hadn’t been separated at all by work and school life. Conversation came easily, she laughed and smiled at his antics and his own booming laughs warmed her own soul.

They missed each other, dearly, and were both soaking up this time they managed to snag for themselves. By the time they were done eating, Kirishima put the plates on his nightstand to take back to the kitchen later.

He spread his arms wide and his smile this time was nothing but genuinely sweet, “C’mere, Nagi,” he coaxed, “I’ve been wanting to do this since I saw ya.”

Nagisa threw her arms around him without further ado, causing him to laugh quietly and let them fall back onto the bed as if the petite 5ft 2 woman really had managed to knock this 6ft mountain of a man over. Feeling him chuckle and the way it rumbled in his chest made her blush and nuzzle into his neck, squeaking in surprise when she felt him hook his leg over her thigh and essentially trap her in his koala embrace. Snorting in amusement, she rolled her eyes while she smiled into his collar bone, “You’re a dork.”

“You love this dork.” Kirishima immediately quipped, kissing the top of her head and his fingers found their way into her hair. Peering down over her, since the size difference made it pretty easy, he brought his arm up and let the strands fall in ribbons back down onto his bed. The way the morning light through his window caught them made her hair look prismatic. He loved it and missed it. Missed her. After spending a minute or two doing that repeated action, he started feeling himself drift, but he didn’t want to. “I love you, you know.”

“I love you, too, Eiji,” Nagisa murmured, kissing his chest over his heart. Even wrapped up like this against his hard body he was still surprisingly comfortable, and his body heat was making her sleepy when she really should be going about her day. “Even when you’re being a dork, you’re right.”

Snickering, he pulled back enough so he could see her face, taking his hand from her hair to stroke along her cheek. They were both quiet for a long moment before he released her body and scooted down, only to surge forward and capture her lips with his. There was a soft ‘mmph’ sound between them both and Kirishima pulled her tight to his body in a different way. One large hand pressed at the small of her back and the one on her cheek moved into her hair and cupped her head. A soft groan was pulled from his throat, “Nagisa…”

The whisper of his breath on her face and the way he said her name had her shivering against him and a quiet whimper answered his groan, “Eijiro...Please…”

“Please what, baby?” he cooed with a chuckle, “If I don’t know what you want, I can’t give it to you,” he kissed her nose playfully, making her scrunch her face and with a snicker, he caught her in another heated kiss.

Nagi gasped a little when his pointed teeth caught her bottom lip, giving it a gentle tug and bite. Always careful, and plenty of practice to know what was too much pressure. “I know this...is what you were planning, you big pervert…” she called him out finally, but it didn’t stop her from arching her back into his roaming hand and pressing her chest into his, “You could start by evening the score. I seem to be quite overdressed in comparison to you.”

Kirishima laughed and nodded, rolling both of them over so he was on top, “I always love how sassy you can be.” He smirked down at her as his fingers skimmed under her shirt.

God, every time they did this, Nagi felt like his hands were trailing fire along her skin. Her breath was coming out in hot pants and she whined as he skimmed his thumbs under her breasts before popped her bra above them...and leaving them that way. Blinking, she brought her head forward and stared at him in confusion.

His smirk was all the answer she needed, “You gotta get back to whatever you gotta do today soon, right? Fewer clothes to put on if you don’t take them off to begin with,” he winked and started dragging her skirt and undershorts down.

“Let me guess, you’re going to just push my panties to the side, too?” Nagisa arched a dusty purple brow at him but lifted her hips so it would be easier. He was leaving her socks on, too. “I didn’t know you had a clothed-sex kink, Eijiro. Want me to just wear my uniform jacket next time?”

He shrugged innocently, though he did have a pink blush that appeared on his cheeks and nose, “I’ve thought about just tugging your tits out of your uniform shirt before, yeah…” he admitted with a mumble, finally tossing the bottoms off the side of his bed.

Nagi was entertained that he was embarrassed enough that even his ears were going red. Giggling, she brought her feet up and shoved his sweatpants down in one motion, “Doesn’t bother me.” She assured him, eyes darkening as she saw his cock bounce up instead of being constrained by the fabric. “And you thought you were being sly, not wearing anything underneath.”

He shrugged, still blushing, “What can I say? I like being a tease.”

Rolling her eyes a bit, Nagi grinned and sat up enough to grab Kirishima right around his cock, “Shut up, you big dork, and c’mere,” she giggled and let herself fall back onto his bed. By reflex, he had to follow and his hands planted against the bed which bounced with his weight. If he was blushing before his face went red now. His hair even fell forward enough to tickle her face, but all she could do was stare up into wide and dark ruby eyes. Even his mouth was slightly open, his breathing shallow. “You going to stare at me all day, Red Riot?” she cooed, giving his wonderful girth and nice length a couple of long strokes.

At that his eyes rolled back and his dark lashes fluttered across his cheeks as he groaned and throbbed in her grip, hips jerking a bit, “Fuck, babe, can’t a guy admire his lovely girlfriend?” he asked, voice shaky and strained, but he couldn’t deny that she turned him on like no other.

“Well, you did point out that I have things to do, so why don’t you get to it?” Nagi sassed, letting him go and situating herself better on the bed, her legs planted farther apart and she smirked as her fingers trailed down her bare abdomen to her panties, pushing them to the side for him to view her glistening folds, “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

He’d pulled back to shove off his sweatpants the rest of the way when she did that and he had a full-body shudder, “Hell ya, just like that baby,” he purred, and part of him wanted to dip down to taste her since it had been a while, but he also wanted to be buried deep inside. So he settled for gathering some spit onto his tongue and slathering two of his meaty fingers, leaning forward as he reached for his nightstand and her center at the same time. Her gasp as he hit the bullseye made him swallow thick as he yanked the drawer open and as his other hand snatched out a condom he dipped the tips of both digits into her. “Goddamn, koi, so tight for me…” what did he expect, after being apart for so long? At least this proved, if nothing else, that she’d been perfectly faithful to him, too. He worried about that sometimes, when he got so busy he was barely able to say hi to her in class.

Nagisa whined and arched her hips down onto his fingers, rocking and breathing harshly as she watched him rip the foil with ease, making grabby hands he chuckled and gave her the condom with a fond look. Since his hands were busy, she made full use of hers as he got within her reach. “Just, uh...go easy on me?” she asked softly, whimpering as he curled and stretched his fingers a few times.

“Of course,” Kirishima soothed, rubbing her knee and then stroking her inner thigh, “Spread ‘em wide for me, baby...yeah, just like that,” he smirked a bit and tugged his fingers out, popping them in his mouth and he let out a really long moan around them as her flavor filled his senses, “Mmph...god, y’know I can leave my door unlocked for ya and I wouldn’t mind being woken up with ya on top of me,” he winked at her.

It was so lewd how he did that, and Nagi chewed on her lip, “I’ll think about it…” she told him on a heavy breath, “I’ll add somnophilia to the list.”

He rolled his eyes, positioning his cock at her center and rubbing up and down her folds, catching across her clit and he enjoyed her keening when he did. “Ready for me?”

“Please,” Nagi heaved, her legs quivering and eyes half-lidded, “Don’t leave me hanging…”

“Never,” he promised, slipping just the head in and he had to stop anyway because if she was tight around his fingers, she was practically a vice around his dick. Hearing her whimper through his swimming brain, he soothed her by rubbing his hands up and down her torso, grasping at her breasts and distracting her as he gave small rolls of his hips. A little bit at a time. He wasn’t just...huge as a person. He was also girthy, had decent length, and he didn’t give her nearly enough prep. “I love you, you’re doing so good for me...yeah, just like that, a little at a time...relax yourself, baby, you can do it…”

It took a minute, but Nagisa nodded and gasped as he pressed even further. A deep groan left both of them at the same time, causing her to be really grateful for his music in the background. It covered their noises and she didn't feel like she had to hold herself back as much. So when he finally bottomed out she whimpered and bucked her hips, squeezing around him as her body throbbed. This caused his breath to get caught in his throat and he gripped her hips a bit harder than he meant to. She didn't mind, it only added to the heat, the need. "Eiji, please...please move…" the coil in her abdomen was already feeling tight and the smallest movement of his hips had her keening.

"Fuck...fuck, anything for you, I just don't want...to be a two-pump chump. You're so tight, babe, and it wouldn't...it wouldn't be very manly, not at all…" he could already feel the sweat on his neck and how his muscles shook with the effort to hold back. Still, when he felt like he wasn't going to explode he pulled back a little bit and pushed back inside. That sweet sweet friction was going to end him but he wasn't about to leave his lady unsatisfied, no sirree.

Each push and pull of his hips had her gasping and whining in her throat, and for a few minutes, they simply fed off of each other. Nothing but harsh panting and the sound of skin hitting skin mixed with his music, getting drowned out in the best way. She didn't know if it was on purpose, not like it mattered, but it also felt like his thrusts were in time to the songs seemingly flashing by. "Oh god, Eijiro! Just keep...doing that, yes! Oh…" he'd shifted just right and somehow went deeper than before, the curve of his dick rubbing something intense and she shouted, arms going back to grasp at his pillow.

"Yeah?" Kirishima felt like his shower was pointless by now but Nagisa was so worth it. He locked himself in place so he could continue to drive her insane, also hooking an arm around her back to help lock her in place so she wouldn't squirm in pleasure and shift away from the blinding heat. "I got ya, baby...ya close for me?" As amazing as she felt, he knew he could at least push her over the peek twice, "You were...so responsive when...we started…"

His panting words on ragged breath made Nagisa clamp down reflexively. His voice always got to her and she cried out, "Close...close, so close...Eijiro!"

"Yes, yes...please cum, baby…" he gasped with her, "Let me feel you cum around me, yeah...just like...that's it, Nagi…" he watched her body arch up and he surged down, capturing her scream of release in a searing kiss. His music covered a lot, but it wouldn't hide that. It was all well and good, however, since he also had a full-body shudder as her orgasm washed over his length, making her walls clamp down. Yet he had a ways to go before he followed suit. That was part of the fun in his opinion. Getting her to have another right before or during his own. "I'm...not gunna...hold back now…" his voice strained.

Nagisa nodded numbly and was pliable in his arms as he rearranged her to his liking. What she wasn't expecting was the surge of renewed pleasure spike through her body as soon as he reared back. He dragged along her insides and because of her fresh juices, it was so easy to ram it back with no resistance. “Oh god...ah!” then he did it again, rougher this time, slamming so hard she felt it hit her cervix.

Picking up the pace without further ado, if Kirishima wasn’t growling before he was now. His hands had hooked under her knees and he was pressing her down, pistoning as fast as his body would allow. The muscles of his thighs were burning, any attempts of being ‘relaxed’ was thrown out the window, but oh god was it worth it.

Seeing him gnash his teeth, Nagisa whined had to give up on gripping the sheets with how he was starting to push her up the bed towards the wall. Instead, she reached up and gripped at his back to the best of her ability, her cries lewd and desperate. “I...can’t...Eiji, please…” even the way the sound of their lovemaking as skin slapping against skin filled the room made the coil wind tight again.

“Yes you can,” he hissed, feral with the tightening of his abdomen, the buildup and burn under his skin driving him wild. Grunting, he shuddered as her fingers dug into some sensitive spots, making him throb and gasp, “C’mon, Nagi, I’m so close...fall with me, baby…” he was getting lightheaded and he leaned further down, changing his angle which made her eyes go wide and he wasn’t able to catch her scream this time. Too enamored by how beautiful she looked in the throes of passion, he was slammed with his orgasm as if he had been hit by a ton of bricks and he roared his own release, entire body seizing up and his Quirk activating by accident around his hands, cutting and digging into her thighs.

The pain didn’t even register, and she didn’t mind. Smiling weakly, she used her hands around his back to coax him to fall onto his side when his Quirk let up around his body. His huffing and puffing made her giggle, a bit delirious, and she kissed his nose, “My big bad wolf needs to rest now. Don’t worry, I’ll stay until you fall asleep.”

“Maybe I should be that for Halloween or somethin’,” Kirishima mumbled tiredly, but smiled with the barest hint of a shy blush. Grunting as he removed the condom, he heaved himself over her so he could toss it in his bin by his bed, then let himself fall back onto his bed. He could’ve been silly and thumped on her, but he was dead weight by this point and that’d be rude. “Thank you, baby...for staying a little longer,” he cooed as he tossed at least one arm around her torso and nuzzled into her hair. A comfort, but easy enough for her to wiggle free from. “We can...hang out more later...yeah?” he asked sleepily, already drifting.

“Of course, Eiji. Anything for you.”

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neo-culture-taste · 5 years

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Abeilles au Printemps - 5.5 🐝

Alternate Title: Bees in Spring

Summary: Running into your ex-boyfriend of a really bad break up was one thing. Going home with him was another. And waking up next to him was the beginning of some thing you would either love or regret.

Genre: AU, romance, drama, comedy, smut

Pairing: Doyoung x Y/N (fem)

Rating: Mostly mature themes/ language. Sex (duh).

Word Count: 3600+

For other chapters, see the masterlist.

A/N: THIS CAN BE READ AS A STAND ALONE LIKE A ONESHOT. YOU DON’T HAVE TO HAVE READ THE OTHER CHAPTERS. But you might as well because it’s a good read in my opinion, lol.

Likewise, this chapter can be skipped since it is just some extra insight into Y/N’s relations with Doyoung.

“What are you doing here?”

Oh dear. You were having such a nice dream and his voice just had to go and ruin it. Now it was a nightmare.

“Hey.”

Why were you hearing his voice in your dream anyway? Did he haunt your subconscious that much to where you projected his obnoxious tone of voice?

“Wake up.”

No. You didn't want to wake up. You wanted to go back to your dream where you were... what were you dreaming about? Great. That asshole’s voice made you forget. Now that your dream was ruined, the last thing you wanted to show up in it was his dumb rabbit eyed face--

“I said wake up.”

You felt your face being squeezed and your lips forcefully being pushed out into a pucker. You were definitely awake now. You opened your eyes slowly to reveal that the man haunting your nightmare was actually physically in front of you. Well, beside you, since you were laying face to face in his bed.

Wait, what?

Once Doyoung saw that your eyes were open, he released your cheeks and continued his interrogation. “I asked you what you're doing here,” he said with his face completely devoid of any mirth.

Ah. Now you remembered. “Oops. Clumsy me,” you began. “I must have brought home the wrong drunk asshole by mistake. My bad.” His eyes narrowed, not very welcoming of your sarcasm. “I'll be leaving now.”

You pulled the covers back to reveal that you were still wearing your clothes from the night before, as well was he. You were very grateful for that since it meant your exit wouldn't be prolonged with the act of finding and putting on your clothing. Little did you know that after your dinner outing with a close friend you were going to find this asshole shitfaced sitting on a bus stop bench, too hammered to drive himself home. After pulling his address from his licence, you guided him to your car--and not without copious amounts of verbal protest, however his body let you drag him very willingly. Once you got him inside his home, he promptly told you to get out. But he quickly changed his tune when he saw you were actually leaving, then drunkenly begged you to stay. So you did. Because he was being annoying. And you told yourself you'd only stay until he fell asleep to make sure he didn't do anything stupid, but of course you ended up falling asleep as well. This is why you were in your current predicament.

“You know, you have a lot of nerve showing up here after all that you've done to me,” he said, causing you to stop mid stride to the bedroom door.

You stared him in the eyes, pointedly irritated that he would even say that. “I'm sorry for being human and having a heart that compels me to help people in need. Even jerks with their heads up their asses.”

He scoffed and followed you as you made the rest of the way to the door. “A heart is the very thing that you lack. Because someone with a heart wouldn't have done what you did to me.”

Having had just opened to the door to leave, you subsequently slammed it back shut and whipped around to face him. You had had enough of his ungrateful and accusatory bullshit.

“Do you have anything better to do than be this damn bitter all the time?” He had been holding on to that grudge for years and it honestly amazed you how someone could stay angry for that long.

“Give me a good reason not to be. I'll wait,” he said as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Oh? You can't? Well, that's because you're an unfaithful liar!”

“For the last time, there was nothing going on with Taeyong!”

“If there wasn't anything going on then you wouldn't have left me for him!”

“I left you because you made me leave! You kept pushing me with your accusations that I was cheating and that I should just go be with him anyway! So I did! I did what you said! You gave me to Taeyong!”

“But if there was nothing going on, then you didn't have to leave me!”

“You told me to! I didn't want to leave you!”

“I didn't want you to go!”

Your hands flew up to pull at your hair. “Dammit, Doyoung! I can't read minds! Otherwise I would have stayed! I loved you!”

Yes, you loved him. You loved him when the two of you weren't constantly at each other's throats trying to bring the other down. When the two of you lived responsible but carefree lives, smiling everyday, laughing everyday, and enjoying the comfortable feeling of being in each other's arms rather than hating even looking in the same direction. You loved him before he became afraid. Before he started his tests. The tests you both failed, but not because of the reasons perceived at the surface, no. It was because of the way the tests changed each of you into something to be despised by the other.

The room was quiet. Your words sinking in as the two of you comprehended what was exactly going on between you in that moment.

“Well, it's too late now,” he said steadily, his eyes unwavering and never leaving yours.

“Please don't leave me again…”

You remembered his sentence from the night before clearly. That's what he had said to you when he was drunk and holding onto your torso from behind. At the time you chose to dismiss it. People tended to be extra needy when they were wasted. You dismissed it but you were still swayed by it, opting to stay with him during the night anyway. Yes, there was irrecoverable damage done between you, but if he actually meant everything he said just then and what he said last night, and if you meant what you had said…

Was it still too late?

You walked up to him and cradled his face with your hands. “If it's too late…” you paused to gauge the expression in his eyes, but he still wore a mask of stoicism on his countenance. “Then you won't feel anything when I do this.” Standing on your toes, you went to kiss him, your lips pressing softly against his as he stood motionlessly. Disheartened that you didn't receive the reaction from him you didn't know you had hoped for, you pulled away from him with your eyes looking to the floor. “Goodbye, Doyoung--”

You had turned to leave but you were suddenly spun back around by your shoulders and pressed you flush against his body with his arms around you tightly. His lips seized yours, urgent with the need to feel their softness against his own once more. Quickly overcoming the initial shock, you kissed him back with the same amount of urgency, gripping the front of his shirt in your fists in fear of him suddenly changing his mind.

The two of you needed to talk. You absolutely needed to talk about everything that had happened between you. But the talking would have to wait. The kiss had escalated--your temperatures rising from the roaming of both your hands and the addition of the tongue that had somehow snaked its way into his mouth to invite his over to play.

You broke away to catch your breath and he took the opportunity to trail hot, wet kisses down the side of your face and your neck. He stopped at the collar of your shirt and inwardly cursed at the barrier of clothing blocking his mouth from reaching the rest of your body.

“Take off your clothes,” he demanded into your ear, making you shudder with mixed emotions of arousal and delight.

“Can't. My hands are busy doing something else,” you said as your hands slithered beneath his shirt, pushing it upwards as you felt his toned abs. It was nice to know he hadn't skipped the gym these past couple of years you two had been at war--where he more than likely pretended the punching bag was Lee Taeyong's face.

“Do I have to do everything,” he growled impatiently. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of your bottoms and yanked them down, underwear and all, then his hands quickly laid purchase on the exposed skin of your ass and squeezed.

You hummed in satisfaction from his actions. “I am your guest after all,” you said pushing his shirt up so he could finish pulling it off the rest of the way. Once it was off, your hands went to his bare skin like a magnet, feeling the tight muscles of his chest and broad shoulders.

“No,” Doyoung began as he worked on taking off your own top, it momentarily getting stuck on the locket you wore around your neck. “You're an intruder.”

After throwing your bra to the side to join the other clothing on the floor, he pushed you backwards and you fell onto his bed. Grabbing your bottoms that were still clinging to your thighs, he yanked them the rest of the way down and off your legs. He then joined you on the bed, his mouth connecting with your naked breast before he was fully on the mattress. Your hands were immediately on him again, gliding your fingers over the curvature of his upper back while you sighed from the workings of his tongue on your chest.

Desperate for his touch in a more intimate place, you whined your need for him. He answered your plea by snaking his hand down your torso and swiping his fingers up and down your arousal, teasing your entrance. You bucked into his touch and let out a gasp before guiding his face back to yours to reward him with a hot, wet kiss.

He had wanted to take it slow to savor the moment of finally having you back in his arms. But the more he watched your body buck and twist at the actions of his fingers between your legs, the more upset he became. He wasn't upset with you. He was absolutely loving the way he was making your body melt with just his fingers, something he had longed to do since the day you left him. He was upset with himself--upset with the fact that he even allowed someone else to see you in this way. He hated every thought of that skeevy Taeyong or anyone else putting their dirty hands on your bare skin, seeing your cheeks flushed with pleasure, and hearing the tantalizing sounds emanating from your body.

Dammit, he was really mad now. And he couldn't keep his mind straight on being gentle and slow. He was determined now. He wanted to fuck every other person you had sex with completely out of your memories.

Doyoung removed his fingers from you and you whined in protest, wanting him to continue. He lifted completely away from you and stood to his feet next to the bed. The way he angrily unbuckled his belt and slid off his pants and underwear didn't go unnoticed by you before he went over to his nightstand and took a condom out of the drawer. Before you could register what was happening next, you were lying on your stomach with Doyoung kneeling between your legs, the man having suddenly flipped you over as soon as he returned to the mattress.

He sheathed himself with the condom then lifted your hips to align himself with your entrance, and you assisted him by bracing yourself on your knees and forearms. He went in slowly, the two of you moaning simultaneously at the sensation of the stretch. He let you both revel in the feeling for a few seconds as his hands roamed and rubbed the smooth skin of your back before he pulled back, then gripped your hips tightly and slammed into you with no remorse.

Your locket thumping against your chest with every powered thrust, and you tried your best to keep yourself upright, wondering as to why he was plowing into you so mercilessly. Although, you did had some idea. But you didn't question it (not that you could at the moment) and quite appreciated the rough treatment, something you hadn't had in a long while. You thought he sensed your arms giving out, with the way he pushed on your back and made your face hit the sheets beneath you. However, in actuality he was not so gently pushing you down to arch your body in a way to provide himself a better angle to dick you down.

And dick you down he did.

Keeping one hand gripping on your hip, he placed the other on the back of your neck to hold you in place, his fingers tangling in your hair and the chain of the locket. Your harmony of moans and the slapping of his skin against yours echoed throughout the space of his bedroom. Soon your legs were no longer able to hold up, and you slid further down the sheets as he pounded you. With an annoyed groan, he lifted your ankles and hooked them around his legs, and you let out a gratified cry of pleasure as it spread you wider, allowing him to reach deeper inside you.

You desperately clung to the bed's sheets, the thrusts of his dick hitting you precisely and making you chant his name amongst profanities into the mattress. You easily came undone, and sooner than you had hoped. Your orgasm ripped through you with a violent tremor, the overwhelming pleasure constricted in your core releasing as you shook beneath him. His came soon afterwards, spurred on by your slick walls spasming and tightening around him. With a throaty groan his hips stuttered as he released into the condom.

There were no words for the way you felt. Years of repressed sexual yearning you had no idea you still harbored for the man had been satiated in the most fulfilling way you could think of. You could barely think at all now. Your mind was spinning in the euphoric haze of your orgasm and was only thinking about how you didn't want this moment with him to end.

Doyoung let go of your legs and removed himself from you. He moved away from the bed briefly, disposing of the condom before returning to lie beside you and gently coax you to turn over to face him. “You okay?” He asked you as you caught your breath. “I didn't intend to be so rough.” Reaching over he lightly brushed his fingers against your forehead, moving the away the strands of hair that were stuck there. And looking into your eyes with a tenderness you never thought you would see again.

You shook your head lightly and a small smile graced your lips. “No, I'm great. It was amazing.”

“Of course it was.”

He watched as your chest rose and fell with your breathing, luring him back into a covetous frenzy. He wanted to mark you--to tattoo you with a blemish that said you were his and no one else's. He rolled over you and began planting soft kisses on your neck and collarbone, scouring for a place to stake his claim.

Strokes light and sweet from his hands gently caressed your sides as he littered your throat with the touches of his lips. One of his hands took a detour to massage your breast, kneading it with his palm and toying with your nipple between his fingers. Brushing your necklace aside, he settled for a spot on your shoulder--somewhere you could hide with your work attire or show off if you wore something sleeveless. You sighed in contentment at the feeling of his teeth grazing and nipping at your skin. You wrapped your arms around him, one of your hands going to nestle itself in his hair and the other stroking down the expanse of his back.

“I know what you’re doing,” you whispered seductively in his ear. Doyoung hummed in response, not ceasing his business on your shoulder nor caring that you saw through his plan. “I know somewhere that would taste a lot sweeter.” Now you had his attention.

A low growl emanated from his throat as he released your shoulder, ravenous and deep. He shifted over you to capture your parted lips and wrestle his tongue between them. That wasn't the place you wanted him to taste and you knew he was teasing by making you wait for what you wanted. You kissed him for some time, completely disconnecting and losing track of the world around you. Basking in the feeling of melting into one another after being apart for so long.

“Please taste me, Doyoung,” you said breathlessly into the kiss. “Taste all of me.”

He lifted his head back to look into your eyes and found the hunger in his mirrored back at him. He was hungry for the second feast his ears would receive from pleasuring you, and you we're hungry for the delicious ecstasy you handy had a fill of yet.

“You make me sick,” he said with a smirk. And he was right. You made him sick with lust. Sick in the head with all the lewd things you made him want to do to you. Sick with need. “We'll have plenty of time to do that later.” He kissed the tip of your nose before rolling your bodies over, you now on top and straddling his waist.

The two of you continued to pleasure one another for what was left of the morning and well into the lunch hour. The pace was slow and intimate, contrary to your first round when Doyoung had something to prove. Now you both just wanted to make up for the lost time you spent bickering and trying to show up the other, or prove you were happier without them.

After reaching your second high, you were gifted a third when Doyoung sought to chase down his second release. Then you were side by side in his bed once again, an entanglement of limbs that refused to be undone, even by the obnoxious cries of both your growling stomachs.

He couldn't keep his hands off you. His long fingers traced patterns along your collarbone, re-familiarizing himself with every dip and rise of its structure. His brushed against the chain of your necklace then you felt him pause his actions, and the locket fastened at the end of it was lifted briefly as he examined the item that kept getting in his way. You yourself hadn't opened the locket since the day it was gifted to you some time ago. So you were just as oblivious about its contents as Doyoung. But after he opened the trinket and saw what was inside, you felt it thump back down forcefully onto your chest as he let it go.

As soon as he thought he could trust you again, that you were back in his arms to stay, three tiny engraved letters inside the locket reminded him of why he should have let you leave when you wanted to.

TAE.

Thinking nothing of his gesture, you opened your eyes. You wanted him to continue what he was doing before and your hands went to hold him around his head, guiding him upwards to kiss your lips. The kiss didn't last long and he pulled back to hover above you. His arms framed around your head as you looked into his eyes through his long bangs desperately in need of a trim.

Delirious in your post coital bliss, you hadn’t noticed his expression had darkened a number of shades.

Affectionately, you ran your fingers through his hair to push his bangs back, a genuine smile pulling up the corners of your mouth. But it was quickly wiped away when you fully took notice of his infuriated gaze as he pulled away from your body completely, letting the cold air of the room attack your skin that was previously heated by his embrace.

Doyoung moved to sit on the edge of his bed with his back facing you. Elbows on his knees, his head was hung low and and his expression was downcast with an anguished scowl.

"This didn't happen."

His words along side the the cold air in the room felt as if you were being stabbed with microscopic ice needles.

You abruptly sat up in the bed and unconsciously covered yourself with the sheets. You suddenly felt extremely vulnerable.

"Doyoung, what the hell--"

"The front door will automatically lock behind you." He stood up and made his way to his bathroom, walked in, and closed the door behind him.

As soon as you thought he finally believed you--that he finally wanted to believe you, you realized he had not, and that everything was the same as before.

Except this time everything was worse.

Clutching the sheets to your chest, you began to shake with rage--with betrayal--with heartache. The large lump in your throat prevented you from saying anything back to him and you threw the sheets off you to angrily put on your clothing, skipping putting on your undergarments and stuffing them into your purse to get you out of the house quicker.

With your shoes in hand, you slammed the front door behind you. You stood there for a short moment to wipe your eyes and suck in a large breath before putting on your shoes.

You had always taken rejection hard, but he wasn't worth feeling like this again. He wasn't worth any more of your time or your tears.

Sitting on the closed seat of his toilet, Doyoung stared into his bathroom wall as he listened to you make your hasty exit from his house. Taking in your silent escape as the confirmation he was oh so wrong about.

For other chapters, see the masterlist.

🙃🙃🙃

- C&D

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himecchi · 5 years

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Liquid Pain - Part 1

Summary: Keith mysteriously falls ill during a New Years celebration on planet Clarine. It’s up to the team to figure out what’s wrong and fix it.

A/N: I imagine that this planet has their version of Christmas during our New Year, so that’s why it’s kind of a mixture of the two. Also, sorry this is a bit late! I wanted to get it out sooner, but every time I went to edit, it just became progressively longer lol

T/W: There’s mention of blood, and Keith pukes a couple times, but it’s not graphic.

It’s a wonderful event. The brightly-lit hallways are adorned with vibrant golds and silvers, and cheerful chattering echoes throughout the room. It feels warm and festive, and Keith’s happy to spend time bonding with everyone during the holiday season. Albeit, he would’ve preferred to spend New Years on Earth, and preferably somewhere slightly less crowded, but this banquet on planet Clarine isn’t half bad.

A tall alien creature wearing a tuxedo comes by to offer him what appears to be champagne. He holds one hand elegantly behind his back, while the other carries a shiny silver tray filled with several tall glasses of golden liquid.

“Would you care for a glass of Lemark?” he asks politely, extending the tray in Keith’s direction.

“Uhhh…” Keith hesitates for a moment, “Sure… thanks.”

He reaches out to pluck one of the glasses from the tray, then stares intently at the strange liquid inside. Just as he’d thought, it seems to be similar to champagne, but as he observes it more closely, he realizes it’s different in several ways. It’s not as bubbly, the color is more vivid, and it’s thick, consistency similar to that of molasses.

“Strange…” Keith muses, bringing the glass to his lips to take a sip.

It’s a confusing flavor - something like sickeningly sweet carbonated honey. He’s not sure he likes it, but downs it anyways for the sake of politeness. For all it’s sweetness, the bitter aftertaste it leaves in his mouth comes as a surprise and Keith doesn’t understand how one drink could have such vastly different flavor profiles. He screws his eyes shut as the bitterness intensifies, then goes to search for something to wash away the harsh taste.

He settles on some cookies shaped like bunny rabbits with reindeer antlers. He grabs one, then goes to stand in a corner, away from all the hustle and bustle of cheerfully drunk aliens.

“Ah,” a voice suddenly comes up behind him. Keith jolts, momentarily startled, then relaxes once he realizes it’s Coran. “A Hoornux cookie!” Coran exclaims cheerfully. “The Hoornux are said to deliver presents into homes by burrowing underground here in Clarine. Quite a tale, is it not?”

“Oh…” Keith trails off staring at the rabbit’s partially-bitten antler. “Yeah… I guess?” he says, cocking an eyebrow.

Another tuxedo-wearing alien strolls past them with a tray of something that looks vaguely similar to cheesecake, and Coran’s eyes light up with excitement.

“Well,” Coran pats him once on the back, “Take it easy, Number Four. I see some Plantonoof calling my name, and I must oblige,” he says as he skips away merrily.

Keith gives a slight smile, then shifts his eyes around the room. He sees Lance talking animatedly with Allura, urging her to try some odd-looking mousse; Hunk is sitting down with a plate full of desserts while Pidge is showing him some sort of computer chip device; Shiro is chatting with the leader of Clarine as he knocks back something akin to red wine. Everyone looks so cheerful, and the slight smile on Keith’s face grows wider.

He glances back down at his cookie and… hold on… why are there suddenly two cookies? For some reason, Keith’s seeing double and he has to brace himself against the wall for a moment as he’s hit with a wave of disorienting dizziness. One hand moves up to his face as he tries to collect himself, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. After a few moments, Keith slowly opens his eyes again, blinks a few times, then shakily moves his hand away from his face. To his relief, the double-vision and dizziness seem to have dissipated, and Keith brushes the momentary feeling of faintness off as exhaustion. He’s fine. Whatever that was, he’s sure it’s nothing serious.

“Hey,” he registers Shiro’s voice before his presence and turns to see Shiro coming up next to him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Enjoying yourself?” he asks with a warm smile.

“It’s not really my scene, but….. Yeah. Yeah, I am.” Keith says, looking up and matching Shiro’s smile with one of equal warmth.

“Good,” Shiro says, relief spreading across his eyes, “I’m glad.”

After a few moments, however, Shiro’s smile morphs into a slight grimace. “Hey, Keith,” he says, turning Keith slightly more towards himself, “Are you okay? You look a little pale.”

“I…” Keith’s not sure what to say. He’s feeling slightly dizzy again, but he doesn’t think it’s anything important enough to concern Shiro with. He looks around once more at his fellow Paladins’ smiling faces and sighs. They’d all been so upset that they couldn’t go back home for the holidays, but right now they all seem to be having such a wonderful time. He can’t ruin that for them. Keith swallows, then forces a smile, “I’m fine,” he says reassuringly, “Just tired.”

Shiro raises a skeptical eyebrow, “You sure?”

“Yeah…”

He’s definitely not sure. His vision is blurring in and out, his head is pounding, and he feels like he’s going to topple over at any moment.

“I think…” he swallows, looking away from Shiro, “I think I just need some air…”

He can feel his face growing paler, sweat beading on his skin, and he hopes that Shiro doesn’t notice how sick he’s sure he looks.

“Well,” Shiro says, eyebrows knitting together in worry, “Alright… but let me know if you need anything, okay? I’ll come check on you in a few minutes.”

Shiro watches Keith walk out onto the balcony and lingers in place, not wanting to be overbearing, but unable to completely ignore his instincts telling him that something’s wrong.

Keith walks out into the cool, night breeze and lets out a relieved sigh. The darkness alleviates his headache a bit and the crisp air makes him feel less like he’s about to collapse. He takes a deep breath in. He’s feeling better already…

Or… at least he was. Now, everything is suddenly coming back full force. He can feel his legs shaking beneath him, his arms feel weak and achy, his mind is muddled and turning with dizziness, and his skin feels like its burning. He closes his eyes and draws in a sharp, unsteady breath in an attempt to ground himself. It’s no use. He still feels absolutely awful.

He sways slightly when another wave of dizziness hits him. He braces himself against the balcony railing, trying to stay upright, but still feels himself slowly beginning to teeter sideways. He squeezes his eyes shut, preparing for the inevitable feeling of his face connecting with hard, cool stone, but instead, he feels two strong arms on his shoulders steadying him.

“Whoa!” Shiro exclaims, “You have a little too much to drink there, bud?” The tone of Shiro’s voice is light, but Keith can also hear the tinge of concern in it.

“Something like that…” Keith mumbles. He’d only had one glass of that strange champagne, but perhaps alien alcohol is more potent, he muses.

“You wanna sit down?” Shiro asks, voice sounding slightly more worried.

Keith hesitates for a moment. He does want to sit - preferably lie down, even - but he also doesn’t want Shiro worrying about him on a night that’s supposed to be fun and carefree.

“Nah, I’m fine.” Keith says, steadying his voice and wearing the best fake smile he can possibly manage. He pauses for a moment, glances at Shiro nonchalantly, trying to get a read on his expression - it’s riddled with concern. “Shiro, I...” It comes out shakier than Keith had intended. He clears his throat, then continues, “I’m fine… just not used to drinking alien alcohol, I guess.” Keith says with a half-hearted laugh.

Shiro pauses for a few seconds, unsure if he should force the issue or not. He finally settles on a tentative, “Well… okay,” as he slowly releases his grip on Keith’s shoulders.

Several moments of silence fall between the two. Shiro, quietly debating with himself whether or not to push Keith to talk to him, and Keith, focusing on acting as natural as possible in front of Shiro. Unfortunately for Keith, however, he can feel the effects of the champagne flaring up again and he’s not sure he can keep this facade up much longer.

He draws in a shaky breath, then turns to Shiro with a slight smile, “You can go back inside, you know?” He had intended for it to sound casual and friendly, but instead, it came out urgent and insistent.

Shiro frowns slightly, then lets out a heavy sigh. He hadn’t wanted it to come to this - he’d hoped Keith would tell him on his own - but he can’t ignore it any longer.

“Keith,” he says gently, placing one hand on Keith’s shoulder, “You don’t have to pretend. I can tell you’re not feeling well.”

Keith’s eyes widen. He’d thought he was doing a good job of hiding it. How could Shiro tell? How did he pick up on it so easily? Then again, this was Shiro. Shiro always saw right through him. He should’ve known.

Keith grimaces. “I just… tonight’s supposed to be fun…” he pauses, looks down and starts fiddling with his fingers, “I don’t want you worrying about me when you should be in there enjoying yourself... I’m sure it’s nothing. I’ll be fine, Shiro.”

Abruptly, there’s a cool hand pressing against his forehead, and Keith’s gaze snaps up to meet Shiro’s concerned eyes.

“You feel warm…” Shiro notes with a frown. “Come on. Talk to me, Keith. Tell me what’s wrong.”

Keith glances back down, purses his lips, shifts his eyes to the side, clenches his fists, scowls.

“I…” Keith pauses, swallows, then takes a deep breath, “I dunno… kinda dizzy… and weak, I guess…” he says with a shrug.

“Okay,” Shiro says softly, “What else?”

Keith glances at him, then shifts his gaze to look out over the balcony, “Nauseous… I don’t know… I just… don’t feel good…” he mumbles.

“How much have you had to drink?” Shiro asks.

“Just one glass of some weird gold stuff… kinda like champagne…” Keith answers.

“Only one…?” Shiro mutters more to himself than to Keith. He pauses for a moment to think, then looks over to Keith again. He’s visibly paler than he was a few minutes ago, a sheen of sweat beginning to form on his forehead, and, despite Keith’s best efforts to appear in-control, he’s starting to sway unsteadily on his feet again. Shiro frowns. “Let’s head back. I think you should rest.”

“I….” Keith considers it for a brief moment, “No. No, we can’t. I don’t… want you to…” he trails off when his head starts to swim. Everything is suddenly moving in and out of focus, his stomach is churning like tsunami waves, and Keith can feel his knees starting to buckle as his legs finally give out.

“Keith…?” Shiro watches as Keith’s face goes even paler, all the color draining from it completely. He sees Keith’s eyes moving sluggishly, trying to refocus, and then he finds his body moving to cradle Keith’s head as Keith collapses.

“Keith!” he exclaims, rearranging Keith so he’s cradled in his arms. “Keith?! Keith!” he calls out, shaking him slightly.

His heart drops when he takes in Keith’s appearance. There’s sweat pooling on his skin and his body is trembling, his breaths come in shallow, erratic huffs, and his face is so devoid of color that he could almost pass for a ghost.

“Keith! Come on, bud!” Shiro urges, brushing Keith’s hair out of his face. He’s about to give him another gentle shake, but instead stops abruptly, completely stunned. “What the…?” Keith’s skin suddenly feels cold - like icicles.

Shiro looks down again and notices Keith’s lips look slightly bluish. How had his body temperature taken such a drastic turn so quickly?

“Keith! Keith!” Shiro taps his collar bone lightly, but urgently.

“Mmmnnnn…” Keith groans softly as his eyes slowly peel open.

“Sh… Shiro… wh… what’s… happening?” Keith asks, eyes unfocused - looking at Shiro but not really seeing him.

“I…” Shiro’s at a loss for words. “I don’t know, bud, but we’re gonna fix it, okay? Don’t worry.”

Shiro lifts his arm up, shoving back his sleeve, then starts speaking into a watch-like device around his wrist.

“Paladins, this is an emergency. I need all of you out here. Now.” he commands with burning authority.

“Sh… Shiro, I…” Keith’s breath is all over the place. He’s panting, unable to inhale or exhale at a steady pace. “I…”

“What is it, bud?” Shiro asks gently. He’s trying his best to stay calm, but the worried knit of his eyebrows betrays him.

Keith somehow musters up the strength to shove himself away from Shiro. He scrambles forwards on hands and knees, then hangs his head between the balcony railing and promptly pukes over the edge.

Shiro sits there, stunned for a moment, then quickly recovers and leaps into action. He kneels beside Keith, draping an arm gently around his shoulders. Keith’s grateful for the contact. It grounds him and he tries his best to focus on that.

“It’s okay, Keith. You’re okay.” Shiro says comfortingly, rubbing soothing up and down motions into Keith’s arm with his other hand.

“Shiro, what happened?!” Allura demands with concern as she and the rest of the Paladins run out onto the balcony.

Keith heaves again.

“It’s Keith, he-” Shiro begins to explain, keeping his eyes trained on Keith.

“Oh my gosh! Is he seriously drunk?” Lance exclaims, incredulous, but slightly annoyed.

“Never thought I’d see the day,” Pidge muses, pushing up her glasses.

“I-is he okay?” Hunk asks, awkwardly fiddling with his fingers.

“Let me guess,” Lance sighs dramatically, crossing his arms and giving a slight eye-roll, “We have to go back now because Keith can’t hold his-”

“He’s not drunk!” Shiro shouts angrily, rubbing Keith’s back through a dry heave. “I’ve got you,” he says softly to Keith before continuing. “There’s something wrong with him. I… I don’t know. He only had one glass. He shouldn’t be sick like this.”

Everyone freezes, concern spreading across their faces. It’s unnerving hearing Shiro so panicked and, as they take in Keith’s disheveled appearance, they realize how ungodly pale he is. They carefully approach, kneeling down close, but also far enough to give Keith some space. His shoulder blades are moving up and down violently as he gasps and chokes on pained breaths.

“You finished?” Shiro asks gently.

Keith shakily turns towards him, bleary-eyed, and manages a small nod.

“Alright,” Shiro says softly, giving Keith’s shoulder a light squeeze, “I’m gonna move you now, okay?”

“Hnnn,” Keith gives a strained but affirmative groan.

Shiro carefully maneuvers him into a sitting position, facing away from the balcony, then takes his suit jacket off and drapes it around Keith’s shoulders. Keith closes his eyes, trying to ward off the dizziness and focus on steadying his breathing, but finds himself tilting sideways again. He lands with a gentle plop against Shiro’s muscular shoulder.

“You think you might pass out again?” Shiro questions, concerned.

“Mmmmm,” Keith whimpers in confirmation.

“Okay,” Shiro says softly, “Here. Head between your knees.” He gently repositions Keith, then begins rubbing his back as Keith continues to breathe unsteadily.

“What happened?!” Pidge asks, eyebrows furrowed together in concern.

“I…” Shiro begins to speak, but notices Keith swaying again. “Keith? You okay?” he asks softly, wrapping his arms around him to keep him steady. When Keith doesn’t respond, he bites his lip nervously. “Keith? You with us bud?” he asks urgently.

“Hnnn,” Keith chokes out a barely-audible groan.

“We must get him back to the castle.” Allura asserts. “I’ll dial in our coordinates, and-”

“N… no,” Keith breathes. “Just… gimme a minute.”

Allura doesn’t seem convinced.

“Keith,” she says tenderly, placing a gentle hand on his arm, “You’re not well, and we cannot simply standby and allow your condition to worsen. Do you understand?”

Several moments pass, punctuated only by Keith’s erratic breath, until finally, he speaks.

“But… I… don’t…” Keith struggles through each word, “You guys… you… were… having... so… much… fun… and…” He can’t even finish his sentence. His lungs are on fire and, despite his efforts to breathe steadily, he finds himself going into a coughing fit that steals so much of his breath, he thinks he might pass out again even with his head still resting between his knees.

“Calm down,” he tells himself, “Breathe.”

Eventually the coughing fit dissipates, but it takes so much out of him that he begins swaying again.

“I think he needs to lie down.” Allura suggests anxiously.

Lance takes off his suit jacket and balls it into a pillow, while Hunk lays his on the ground. Shiro helps Keith lie back, then covers him again with his own jacket. He then gently rolls Keith onto his side, just in case his stomach starts to act up again.

“I’ll hail the castle,” Allura remarks as she begins dutifully punching coordinates into a bracelet-like device around her wrist. It makes a quiet beeping noise and Allura looks up to meet the gazes of the rest of the Paladins, “It should be here in about 10 doboshes,” she states.

“Hnnn,” Keith stirs slightly, glossy eyes half-opening.

“Sh’ro?” Keith rasps.

“Hey, bud.” Shiro replies softly.

“M’sorry…” Keith mumbles.

“Hey, none of that,” Shiro says gently, running a comforting hand through Keith’s hair, “You have nothing to be sorry for, okay?”

“Mmmm,” Keith hums, barely coherent.

“Just get some rest, alright?” Shiro says tenderly, and Keith’s unconscious again before Shiro even finishes speaking.

Shiro lets out a sigh of relief. At the very least, Keith seems to be a bit more comfortable now than he was earlier.

“Okay,” Pidge says calmly, turning to Shiro, “While we’re waiting for the castle, could you... tell us what happened?”

Shiro pauses for a moment, then takes a deep, shuddering breath. “He… he looked a little off earlier when I talked to him. I knew something was wrong, but he said he just needed some air. I came out to check on him and he was… pale. Really pale... Then he suddenly collapsed. When he finally came to, he started vomiting and now…” They all look over at Keith’s form, shaking underneath Shiro’s jacket.

“Is he ill?” Allura asks, placing a hand on Keith’s forehead.

“I… I don’t know. He was burning up earlier, but now he’s freezing…” Shiro explains.

“I take it this is abnormal as far as Earth illnesses go.” Allura muses. “What did he consume tonight?” she asks, looking up at Shiro.

“I don’t…” Shiro pauses for a moment, flashing back to the conversation he’d had with Keith earlier.

“How much have you had to drink?”

“Just one glass of some weird gold stuff… kinda like champagne…”

“He said it was a gold liquid… kinda like champagne.” Shiro answers.

“Well, I’m not familiar with champagne,” Allura explains, “but there’s only one golden liquid I know of and that’s Lemark… it’s fairly mild, though. It shouldn’t be having this effect on him…” She turns towards Lance, “Lance, please go get Coran. The castle will be arriving shortly, and Keith will be requiring medical attention. This is definitely more serious than slight overindulgence.”

“On it,” Lance affirms as he turns to run back into the banquet hall.

Suddenly, Keith stirs again, eyes fluttering open slightly.

“Shi… Sh’ro…” he slurs.

“What is it, bud? What’s wrong?” Shiro leans closer.

“Hurts…” Keith breathes.

“What hurts, bud?”

“E… everyth’ng…” Keith rasps. Then suddenly he’s curling in on himself as his body is wracked with another harsh coughing fit.

Hunk and Shiro move to help him sit up and hold him steady. His breath hitches with each cough, and by the time he’s finished, he’s wheezing, desperately trying to get air back into his lungs.

“Okay,” Shiro tries to sound reassuring, “Okay. You’re okay.” He runs a comforting hand up and down Keith’s back. “Do you want to lie back do-” Shiro’s breath catches in his throat as he notices a small trickle of blood flowing out of Keith’s mouth.

“Keith…” Shiro breathes out in shock.

Keith gives him one last desperate look before passing out again.

Vaguely, Shiro hears Lance and Coran running over, but his mind is too busy traveling to another place to really process anything.

He’s there. The Champion - back in that ring. Crowd cheering wildly. He delivers the finishing blow, then watches as his opponent falls at his feet in slow motion. Thud. The sound echoes, then everything goes silent as he observes the unmoving body, sprawled out in front of him, crimson blood oozing from the mouth…

“...iro… hiro… Shiro!”

He snaps back to reality at the sound of Lance’s voice.

“You okay?” Lance asks, concerned.

“I… yeah… I’m fine,” he swallows, takes a deep breath, tries to pull himself together. “Keith, he… b… blood…” he exhales shakily.

“Coran’s taking care of it,” Lance reassures him, giving him a gentle pat on the shoulder.

Shiro slowly turns to look over at Coran, who’s kneeled down in front of Keith with some type of scanner. He moves it steadily over Keith’s body, watching intently. The other Paladins are tense, unmoving - anxious to get a diagnosis.

Abruptly, the scanner begins to beep, and Shiro doesn’t miss the drop in Coran’s expression.

“What is it?” Shiro asks frantically, “What’s wrong with him?”

To be continued in part 2...

#keith #keith kogane #keith whump #vld keith #sick keith #shiro #sick #takashi shirogane #voltron #voltron whump #vld #voltron legendary defender #lance #pidge #hunk #allura #coran

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notnaturalanahi · 5 years

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Like electricity

Pairing: Dean x Virgin!Female!Reader

WC: 824

Warnings: Smut, safe sex (this is not a warning, but a reminder), fingering and fluff.

A/N: A to Z 2.0 - Cherry (virginity) with Dean, A long long time ago, I can still remember how that music used to make me smile... Now you’re gonna go listen to the song lol, @emoryhemsworth requested this drabble from my A to Z 2.0 list and everytime I tried to sit down and write it, it turned out into a feminist statement about how virginity is nothing but a social construct (because it is!) and I ended up deleting the whole thing because it was suppose to be a sexy drabble and trust me, it never got to the sexy part. Also, I’m not into the whole virgin!reader, so yeah, the reader’s a virgin, it’s not said but implied (SORRY!)

Anyway, today after about 2, 3 months of radio silence I decided to give it another try (and start writing again)... This is the result.

Unbeta’d, all mistakes are mine, obviously. I hope you like it and that’d lead me to write more and as often as I used to. Fingers crossed!

His teeth clashed against yours and your chuckle was cut off by the gasp that followed when his hand slipped past the elastic band of your underwear, fingers brushing over the hair until they reached warmer, damper terrain. Your whole body doubled over and your fingers gripped instantly at the soft fabric of his flannel, it felt as if he just pressed a magic button that controlled your entire body movements.

Dean smirked into the kiss and your mouth fell open when his fingertips started drawing circles and applying the perfect pressure.

Slick drenched down your underwear and jeans as Dean’s hand kept on working, his lips trailed down your jaw and neck, kissing and lapping at your sensitive skin, like no one had ever done before.

Feeling the familiar burn between your thighs your cried out, one of your hands instinctivly went to stop Dean’s but he never relented. His other hand cupped the back of your neck and he kissed your lips again before demanding you to open your eyes.

“Cum for me,” he ordered.

Your body knew exactly what to do and in the backseat of his gorgeous black car you let go and came with a wail, for the first time under the touch of somebody else that wasn’t yourself; and not just under anybody else’s touch, but Dean Winchester’s, the man you’d been pining over for the past years, your whole body shaking with pleasure. It felt like the first time ever, like electricity. As if a lightning struck you and the blazing spread through your torso and limbs to every corner of your body.

Dean helped you lay back on the seat, your head clouded and your body seething and begging for more. His hands pulled the clothes off your lower body, making an extra effort with your shoes.

When his warmth disappeared suddenly your eyes fluttered open, he was tearing the layers off his back, tossing them over the front seat and the he stood, hunching down under the low roof, toeing his boots and kicking his pants and underwear off.

Watching him crawl back into the leather seat between your legs gave you an unexpected wave of energy, sitting up you pulled your shirt over your head, unhooking your bra and shrugging the straps down your arms until you could get rid of it completely.

His hard cock poked your thigh and slithered between your legs as he kissed you again. This time it was with a serenity that could have driven you mad, but the passion in it, his luscious tongue and his moans, together with the movements of his hips as he glided his hot member through your folds, helped feed the hunger that had been awakened in your core.

“Dean,” you whimpered his name, your voice filled with want.

He chuckled, kissing your lips one last time before he moved to take a condom from a pocket of his jeans.

You observed carefully the way each muscle of his body twitched and turned as he took the package to his mouth and ripped it open with his white teeth, spitting the small pice of plastic that stuck to his tongue. You bit your lower lip in anticipation, waiting to close your legs to feel some pressure at the sight of his hand rolling the rubber down his throbbing cock, but couldn’t since he was kneeling in between them, and you mewled feeling the slick of your previous release dribbling down to your ass.

Dean smirked at you, as he tore his eyes from himself to notice the reason of your sobs. And then he was hovering over you, covering your body with his.

With a hand between your bodies he lined up and you trembled when the tip dipped in your entrance. And in an instant you brain flooded with images of him with other women, the ones that came before you, better looking, more experienced...

Your fingers dug on his biceps on both side of your head and your tensed up. “Dean I… I neve- I-”

One hand cupped your cheek and he leaned down to kiss you. “I know,” he whispered. “We can stop.” He kissed you again and you shook your head, no, frantically.

“No. Don’t stop. I just- I’m not like-”

“I want you,” he interrupted again, “I love you and I want you.” His lust blown green eyes bore into yours.

“I love you and I want you!” you responded and craning your neck you kissed him.

Dean smile turned into a snarl when your hand wrapped around his cock and your guided him further into you.

You gasped, almost choking.

“Fff-huck!” he grunted, when his pubic bone met yours.

Rolling your hips helped soothe the slight sting and discomfort and soon enough everything was slippery wet and squelching with every thrust of Dean’s hips against yours that made the impala springs sing like they never did before.

Let’s hope these old tags work. I apologize in advance if I tagged you and you didn’t want me to.

Everything:

@nadiandreu7, @mogaruke, @fangirl1802, @ria132love @feelmyroarrrr, @just-another-busy-fangirl, @love-kittykat21, @emilyymichelle, @imagining-supernatural, @kdfrqqg, @charliebradbury1104, @thedevilinthedetails, @docharleythegeekqueen, @artprincessbree, @mrswhozeewhatsis, @starry-chaos, @supernatural-girl97, @sammys-lost-shoe, @spn-dean-and-sam-winchester, @nanie5, @roxyspearing, @emoryhemsworth, @rambling-rabbit, @akshi8278, @meganwinchester1999, @geekgirl1213, @maui137, @waywardasfudge, @kickasscas67, @spnwoman, @yoursmilemakesmeloveyou, @asgardianvamp21, @michell868,

@thatpeachybandgirl, @read-the-reid, @supernaturalmistress @jensen-gal, @its-my-perky-nipples, @esoltis280, @jeanjeaniethings, @jadalecki-jackles, @destielhoneybee, @andkatiethings, @strxngersclxb, @just-ladyme, @thisismysecrethappyplace

Dean/Jensen:

@missmotherhen, @chennyetomlinson, @jennell79, @ruprecht0420, @jalove-wecallhimdean, @evyiione, @laurafloradora, @fanfreak07, @superapplepie, @wingedcatninja, @sandlee44, @plaidstiel-wormstache, @lessons-of-red, @supernatural-fan-123, @mandilion76, @aly-winchester, @winchesterdemon67-library, @destielhoneybee, @carribear31, @treat-winchesterswith-kindness

#Like electricity #dean x virgin!reader #dean x reader #smut #cherry kink #a to z kinks 2.0

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keepseaveyweird · 5 years

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I Guess I Just Feel Like~ C.B

Word count: 2804

A/N: Not gonna lie, I think this may be my best one so far ;) I was inspired by John Mayer’s new song I Guess I Just Feel like so if you wanna feel all the good vibes and feel sad at the same time, go listen to it it’s super good! Please tell me what you like/ didn’t like, I really wanna improve as a writer cause I’m still new at the whole creative writing thing. I can bust out a 10 page argumentative essay like no other but I struggle when it comes to this stuff lol. But I’d love feedback! love you guys <3

The road was steep, so steep in fact that she could hear her car struggling every now and then to gun it. The Hollywood hills were a bitch, made for the famous who could afford cars good enough to get to their house, not for her hand-me-down Civic that was bound to explode at any given time. But she made it. And at the top, she found his car empty in a park and him not far away, perched on a picnic bench with his guitar and his back to her. Parking next to him and watching him for a few moments put her into a trance, because he was so in his in own element, so Corbyn; something she hadn’t witnessed in what felt like a lifetime. The way he strummed and moved his fingers up and down the neck of the guitar, the way he would close his eyes and bob his head when he got really into whatever it was he was playing. The way he’d take a moment every couple minutes to stop, look up and appreciate the view. The way she could just tell that his mind was running a million miles an hour, and nothing in the world could stop it.

So she didn’t, she sat behind the wheel, music quietly playing over the speakers and watched him. She watched and watched and waited for Corbyn’s head to stop spinning so much, because she knew there was a lot up there, knew that he didn’t like to talk about his thoughts. But he was strong and he could conquer anything, but she wasn’t quite sure, with how he had been acting, if he could push through this one.

Suddenly, Corbyn laid his guitar beside him on the picnic table and placed his elbows and his knees, his face in his palms as he continued to think. She exited the car and slowly made her way to the bench.

It was spring and the air was chillier than usual and the trees, bushes and flowers were in full bloom. Birds chirped and people rode by on bikes and skateboards and walked their dogs or were taking their kids home from the playground that was just a short stroll away. The area around them was loud, but the problem was Corbyn’s silence was even louder, because he was never silent. He joked and he sang and he would dance along with his band mates and sing along with her in the car, he was constantly uploading Instagram stories and Tweeting, responding to fans and loving life. And she wasn’t really sure when that all changed.

She approached Corbyn, though still behind him, he could tell she was there, could feel her whenever she was around. He could feel her concern and her worries and her heartache, because she didn’t know what to do, didn’t know what was going on and it was a first for the both of them. Because the two had been friends since diapers and they shared everything, and when friendship turned into more after high school graduation, there was no way in hell anyone could have been closer than Corbyn and her were. They were one, Corbyn and y/n, y/n and Corbyn. Always associated with one another, always a package deal.

“I’m sorry,” He told her, not turning around. He continued to look out past the hills and at the city. The sun was beginning to set and golden hour was in full force. The skyscrapers gleamed against the sunshine and the lights on Santa Monica Pier were on, and beginning to sparkle just a bit to show the craziness that would presume once the sun had hidden itself behind the horizon.

She found a spot next to him, his guitar in the middle, “you don’t need to be sorry, you have nothing to be sorry for,” she told him, staring out into Los Angeles with him.

The silence remained until the sun had fallen behind the skyscrapers and the sky began to look more like cotton candy with every second.

“Do you ever miss home?” Corbyn asked her, glancing away from the city and to her.

“Yeah, every now and then. Sometimes I wish my mom was with me to help do the dishes, or that dad was here to repair my car. But I also know that I have a home here, that home being you,” she said, a small smile on her face as she stared down to her worn out sandals.

He chuckled a bit, diving back into his own thoughts, “funny how that turned out isn’t,” he said, mostly to himself, returning his attention back to the skyline.

“What do you mean by that?”

“I mean I’m never even home. I’m always on tour or in the studio or filming something with the boys. You moved out here to be with me, and I feel like I barely see you and I’m sorry.” He told her, putting his head down a bit.

“Corbyn you have nothing to be sorry for, I knew what I was getting into, I knew you were going to be gone. I knew because I knew you could make it, could see the talent in you and the boys and wanted to be physically here to support you.” She told him, a hand on his thigh.

“I know, I know and I love you for that. Really y/n I do.” He said, “I don’t know I guess I just got a lot on my mind.”

“Then talk to me.” And with that, she could see his head go back into overdrive, finding the words that he needed to express how he feels. A couple minutes go by and by then, the sky was a deep fiery orange with white wisps of clouds.

“I just don’t feel like myself. Like I’m lying to everyone, well not lying, but that’s basically what it is. I feel like I can’t be myself because I have to worry about what the press will say or what my manager wants or I can’t cuss in interviews or when I meet a fan ‘cause my publicist says it’s bad publicity. I feel like I’m two different people and my alter ego just comes out when the cameras turn on. And I’m kind of tired you know? Thinking about every move you make and every word you say is exhausting, and sometimes I just want to run back home to my mom who will tell me I did good and just go to college and find a normal job. I want to go back home because I miss my mom, and my dad and my sister and all our friends. I miss our favorite hiking trail and walking your dog who poops literally every two minutes and we’d be annoyed but it was also the highlight of my day. I miss seeing all our old friends from high school, hell I fucking miss school, which I never thought I’d ever say. I just see them killing it over at college and wonder if I’m missing out y’know?” Corbyn’s words were fast, and not thought out, but it was Corbyn’s mind and his mind was just exploding from being constrained for so long. He took a minute to think again to find the words he hadn’t come up with.

But y/n didn’t talk, she just continued to look between her boyfriend’s face and the city that she hadn’t realized brought him so much pain.

“I mean, I used to daydream about being here in LA, doing what I’m doing. Playing arenas and selling out tours and releasing music. I dreamt about making it big and being able to afford a big, luxurious house for the two of us, and I have, I’ve made it but I don’t even get to enjoy it with you. I’m never even home, I’m on tour or I’m in the studio writing and recording. If it’s not that it’s a photoshoot with the boys or shooting a music video for our next single. I don’t get to live in the house I’ve, and you’ve, worked so hard for and it’s frustrating. And I sound like the biggest idiot, sound like the biggest crybaby I’ve ever heard. I mean there’s people living on the streets down there, families who don’t have food. Fucking Flint, Michigan still doesn’t have clean water and villages in Africa don’t even have water or are living in a war zone and I’m here complaining because I can’t spend more time in my fucking house. I’m sitting here complaining over stupid things because I miss my girlfriend. Because I miss you, I miss you so much. I see you at night when I come home, we go to sleep and then I wake up before you and leave again. It’s not fair to you, hell it’s not fair to me.” He took a deep breath, his head falling between his knees. She thought he was going to cry, but he didn’t, he kept himself composed.

“Corbyn, it’s okay, I understand and I’m not mad-” she tried to tell him, but she was cut off. Suddenly Corbyn stood up from the picnic table and started pacing back and forth.

“I know that you’re okay with it and that’s the problem. Because y/n, you’re so patient with me, so kind and loving and forgiving. And I’m terrified I’m abusing those beautiful, those amazing qualities about you. I’m terrified that one day you’re going to get tired of waiting for me to come home and waking up alone. Because one day you’re bound to get tired of living alone in such a big city and you’re going to pack your bags and move back home to Virginia. And the problem is I wouldn’t blame you, because I wouldn’t put up with me either, because I’m never there. I wouldn’t blame you if you went back to Fairfax and found another man who was actually present and made you happy. I wouldn’t be mad that you would’ve moved on, but I’ll always be hung up on you because I don’t have time to find anyone else. It will literally always be you” He sat back down and the bench, still not done with emptying his brain.

“I just wish I was around more, wish I could enjoy what we have, what we’ve made together more. But I love my job, and I love my bandmates, my brothers and I love you so much and I don’t know what side to choose. Because this city gives you an expiration date, people only last so long in the music industry before falling down the inevitable rabbit hole, and we’ve only barely started. I mean Why Don’t We is still young, not even three years old yet, and we’re doing so good. So so so so so good and it’s exciting because the boys and I have worked so hard to get to this place. But these last two years have felt like a lifetime and I’m tired and I know you’re tired, and to be honest, I don’t know if I can last until the bands expiration date, because we’re growing so fast our date seems to be getting further and further every day. I guess I just feel like… like I’m reaching my breaking point.” Corbyn ended his rant, his tangent and he was breathless.

And y/n was at a loss of words, because she knew there was a lot up there in that big brain of his, but not that much. She didn’t realize he had so much fear in him, so much loneliness and fatigue.

By now the sky was a dark purple and rim between the sky and the sea was a dark, deep red, about to disperse into blue and purple as well.

“Can I tell you what I think?” y/n asked. Corbyn nodded his head, looking out into the city once more as the lights began to sparkle and the Pier was in full swing with the ferris wheel and colorful blinking lights. The Hollywood Sign, shined white as a reminder to what the city has provided for not just them, but for everyone who lives within it.

“I think that your thoughts are completely valid, I think that you have every right to think that way. But I also believe that you think too much, that you get into your own head. There is no reason you should be jealous of our friends back home who drink every weekend and spend the next five nights studying for a stupid midterm. Because having a real job sucks all the creativity from your soul, and your soul is one of the most colorful ones I have ever seen. Corbyn you were born to do what you do, born to sing and dance and perform and make everyone around you happy and a better person. All five of you were destined to be here in this city, with this lifestyle. And I know it’s hard work and I know you’re tired, but I’m sitting here on the sidelines, listening to what people are saying, what people are posting, watching you guys work your asses off everyday, and it’s worth it. Because you guys are smashing it and are so close to becoming the next One Direction or BackStreet Boys or the fucking Beatles for Christ’s sake. But you can’t stop now, it isn’t your time, right now it’s your time to conquer the world, and if you think I won’t be there every step of the way you’re delusional. If you think I’d run back home to some hillbilly who peaked in high school your insane, because just like you said, Corbyn, you’re it for me too. We’ve been best friends since our moms used the same changing table together to change our diapers, and if you think that’ll ever change you’re wrong, you’re so so so so wrong.” She grabbed his face and laid kisses everywhere.

“And I miss you too, I miss you so much when you’re on tour or when you’re in the studio, but you know what I tell myself?” Corbyn shook his head, “I tell myself that I don’t need you by my side every waking hour of the day. Though it’d be nice, I know that you’re thinking about me just as much as I’m thinking about you. Our relationship is different y’know? We don’t need to speak everyday, we don’t need to constantly check up on each other, because it’s us and our love is strong enough to bare the silence, bare the space between us. And I know at the end of the day, when you’re home or whether you’re in the middle of Asia, we go to bed loving one another and waking up with the same love in our hearts. Don’t give up Corbs, this is your time, you’ve made it so far and I’m so proud. I know you’re tired and you miss your family and I know there’s nothing we can do about it, but we’ll miss them together. The next break you have, we’ll be on the next flight home to Virginia, and we’ll walk my gross, poopy dog and we’ll hike to the top of our favorite mountain and binge eat your mom’s pasta because man that shit is good.”

Corbyn laughed, a smile broke out into his face and the beautiful noises left his mouth, “she does make some kick-ass Alfredo doesn’t she?” He said.

“Damn right she does,” y/n laughed, “and we’ll even take a trip to University of Virginia one weekend and we’ll party all night so you can understand that you’re not missing out on anything. Because all those students want to be in the position you are in right now. And we’ll donate to charities for the poor and for the third world countries so you don’t have to feel bad about the successes you’ve made for yourself. Because Corbyn, you deserve every single success that you have been blessed with and do not ever second guess yourself.”

Corbyn looked at her, amazed by her words and the confidence behind them. Amazed because he truly did have it all, all stuffed inside of one girl. All of his doubt had completely vanished, and he had never felt better about where he was then in that moment.

He couldn’t help but crack the biggest smile the world has ever seen as he cupped her face and connected their lips, as he instantly felt a sense of home. A moment passed when he pulled away and looked deep into her eyes to see nothing but love and admiration.

“I love you so much y/n y/l/n, you don’t even know the half of it,” he told you.

“I love you too Corbyn Besson, and I plan to tell you that everyday,” She smiled as he picked up his guitar and began strumming, nothing but his singing and the lights of the city of dreams to focus on.

#corbyn besson #daniel seavey #jonah marais #jack avery #zach herron #why dont we #fanfic #writing #blurbs #concepts #john mayer #i guess i just feel like #music #musicians #boy bands

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the soul tattoo - fourteen

pairing: Luke/Reader (Y/N)

rating: PG-13: cursing, mentions of sex, etc etc

word count: a nice long 3k to apologize for taking two years to give you the next part of this story...

summary: If one day you woke up with a random tattoo on your body, you were destined to meet your soulmate soon. When (Y/N) finally gets her soul tattoo, she’s in for a shock when she finds out who her soulmate is.

masterlist // the soul tattoo season 1 recap

Luke’s POV

I expected my life were to get better the second (Y/N) was out of the picture. But I was wrong. I thought that if I made her feel the hurt I felt every time I saw her and Michael together, things would feel “even” between us. But as I lay in my bed, alone and staring at the ceiling, I wondered why I even felt this way. (Y/N) was not my soulmate, yet it almost felt like she was. I debated with this back and forth for hours. Before I knew it, it was four in the morning. We were to leave for the last leg of the North American tour in a few hours. I sighed. Why was (Y/N) the only thing running through my head?

Once the plane took off into the sky, I really thought that I would be in a better head space. Being on stage was where I was happiest. Seeing all the fans in the audience singing along to our songs and having a great time made each day of being in this band so much more worth it. I was excited to get away from all the soulmate drama. But when we hit the first city, I was distracted. I was missing my cues, forgetting lyrics, tripping over myself and completely forgetting the choreography we had during some of the songs.

At first, I thought I was just having an off day, but it soon became a frequent occurrence at the following shows. I was off my game just because I couldn’t get a girl out of my damn head. It didn’t help that every time I tried to hang with the boys during our free time, they would all be on the phone facetiming with (Y/N). A few times, I even heard her ask for me, but I refused to see/talk to her. I couldn’t bear it. People were starting to notice that something was up. I had to dissuade everyone and just tell them that tour life was getting to me, but deep down I’m sure everyone knew that wasn’t it.

The tour continued on for a month and a half. My soulmate had asked to come and visit me on tour, but I declined. I told her that I would see her when I got back. I still couldn’t understand why I was being pulled in (Y/N)’s direction and away from my soulmate. None of this made any sense. I felt like I was losing it. I found myself having dreams about (Y/N). In the dreams, she was my soulmate. We spoke about music and our dreams. With her I didn’t feel empty. I didn’t feel like an object. I felt whole.

The only person that knew about what I was going through on tour was Ashton. A couple of years ago, Ashton had thought he found his soulmate, but the job made it hard for him and his soulmate to be together. It was one of those rare cases, but both of their soul tattoos faded. They fell out of love quicker than they could fall back in love and restore everything. It was a hard time for Ash. There was a moment when he just wanted to leave the band because the pain was unbearable. We all convinced him that leaving the band wouldn’t help him. The boys and I were there for him during that hard time.

A week into the last leg of the tour, Ashton came up to me and asked what’s wrong.

“I don’t know, mate. My head is all over the place. I can’t get her out of my mind,” I said with a sigh. Ashton laughed.

“Luke, it’s perfectly okay to miss your soulmate!” He said, patting me on the back. I shook my head.

“That’s the thing, Ash. I wasn’t talking about my soulmate. I was talking about (Y/N),” I whispered. Ashton became quiet. He sat down next to me. We were in our hotel rooms, a couple of hours before our show in Atlanta. Calum and Michael were out exploring the city.

“Did you and (Y/N)…?” Ashton inquired. I scoffed.

“No, nothing happened. I would never do something like that, especially to Michael, or my soulmate, for that matter,” I said. “But, Ash. I’m telling you, the first time I met her, I just knew. I thought I knew when I first met my soulmate. But when I met (Y/N), I never felt anything like it before. It actually physically hurt me to see Michael with her.” I put my head in my hands and rubbed my forehead in frustration. “But I just can’t seem to find a reason why I feel this way. I feel like I’m going crazy.”

Ashton laughed. I looked up from my hands and gave him an agitated look. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I don’t mean to laugh. It’s just that… that explains everything. It explains why you’ve been such a dick to her and why you refuse to see or talk to her. And why you decided to turn into a rabbit before tour and fuck your soulmate so obnoxiously,” Ashton said with a hint of a tease.

“Will you shut up about that?” I groan, slumping in my seat.

“So what does this mean?” Ashton asked. “Is (Y/N) your real soulmate?”

“You’re just as lost as I am, mate,” I said.

“Well, we have about less than a month and a half till tour is over. We leave for Bali a week after that and Mikey just told me (Y/N) is coming with. Can you get your feelings in check by then?”

“Oh, for fucks sake. (Y/N) is coming to Bali too?”

“I would be surprised if she didn’t…” Ashton said, trailing off.

“Great. This is just great. How do you just forget your feelings for someone you feel so strongly about?” I ask aloud. Ashton sighs as he stands. He puts a hand on my shoulder.

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out. If not, write a song,” he says with a shrug and walks towards his room.

I sigh. This is going to be harder than I thought.

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(Y/N)’s POV

The boys are almost back! It’s crazy to think that almost two months has gone by. To getting my soul tattoo, to being Michael’s girlfriend, it’s clearly been an intense two months. Now the boys are days from leaving tour and we’re set to leave for Bali in less than a week.

I was nervous. A few weeks ago, Michael had asked me to join him and the boys and all their friends. We were facetiming one night and he just blurted it out. At first, I was skeptical of the idea, but since graduating university, I hardly took days off for myself. I worked my ass off every day. I told Michael I would love to go, but I had to find out from my boss if I could go before I committed to anything.

I first brought it up to (Y/F/N) and her reaction was different than I expected. I figured she was gonna dissuade me from going.

“YES! Oh my god! Yes, you should go. Bali is gorgeous and you’ll have so much fun. You deserve a vacation, dude. I’m so jealous,” she said excitedly.

“Why don’t you come with us?” I asked. “You’ve already met Michael and you guys seem to have gotten along. Plus, it’ll be fun if we went on this trip together. It is a friendcation after all!” If (Y/F/N) came with me, I would ultimately feel so much better. She would help put me at ease having to see Luke and his soulmate together. I knew that I really needed to decide what I wanted to do with Luke. Tell him the truth or let it be? Despite me trying to deny it, I knew I still liked Luke. Having (Y/F/N) there with me would also help stop me from doing anything stupid, especially when there was a 100 percent chance tequila would be involved.

“I dunno, dude. I’d have to call off a whole week from work.” I saw her mind working as she tried to mull over the idea of going to Bali. “I wish Michael had asked you a month before and not a few weeks before they leave.”

I grabbed her shoulders and shook them. “(Y/F/N), PLEASE! There’s no way I can go on this trip without you! The hotel will be free because the boys are paying. I’ll pay for your plane ticket! C’MON!!!!!” I exclaimed.

“I’ll think about it…” she trailed off. I collapsed into my pillows and groaned in frustration.

“UGH. Why are you like this?” I sighed.

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I eventually convinced (Y/F/N) to come on this trip with me. Her now fiancé wasn’t too happy about the fact that we were going on a vacation with a bunch of dudes, so he decided to tag along too. I was a little peeved, but at the same time, this entire trip was basically a couple’s trip. Me and Mikey, (Y/F/N) and her fiancé, Luke and his soulmate, Ashton and Cal with girls they met on tour, and a few of their band buddies and their girls. It was going to either be a giant party or a huge orgy... I was hoping it was the former instead of the latter.

When I told Mikey of our plans, he was so excited. I had called him the second I got the okay from my boss.

“Wait, really!? You can come?” He asked, excitedly. I laughed.

“Yes, Mikey! I can come with you to Bali!” I squealed. I could hear him jumping up and down in excitement. I had already started Pinteresting pics of Bali and things we could do and outfits I needed to buy for the trip. Michael was already sweet enough to cover my flight tickets and hotel rooms.

Now two weeks later, the boys were finally back. I was physically and emotionally prepping for this moment since Mikey had asked me to join them on their Bali trip. I had decided that after this trip, I was going to tell him the truth about my tattoo. I was scared, but he deserved to know. It gave me a lot of anxiety not knowing how he was going to react. I went too long not telling anyone and that is a mistake I regret making. If this backfires and he’s ends being upset, then I’m just going to have to face the consequences. I deserve that.

I was at work when I got a text from Michael.

HELLO, I AM BACK IN LA. WHERE ARE YOU AND WHY AREN’T YOU NEXT TO ME, the message read. I giggled.

I’m at work u idiot. I’m off at five pick me up for dinner? I responded.

LOL MY BAD YEAH I’LL COME GET YOU THEN

WHY ARE YOU YELLING I replied.

IDK IM REALLY EXCITED IM SORRY AJJDNEFAOIJDOAIH

I laughed. My little goofball. The laughter was soon gone the second I remembered what I planned to tell him after Bali. God, I couldn’t do this to him. How could I let myself be so stupid and drag this along? I shook it off. It’s fine. Less than a week till Bali, I can do this.

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Luke’s POV

We were back in LA. We leave for Bali next week. I was excited to be back, but I was a wreck. The entire last days of tour, I thought I was going to be able to get (Y/N) off my mind, but the closer the date came to getting back to LA, the more I had dreams about her. She was taking up my entire brain and I hated it.

The second we landed I called up my soulmate. We got in a good fuck. She thought I just missed her, but deep down we both knew that this relationship had become purely sexual. If anything, she was a distraction. I felt awful for using her, but I felt worse thinking about (Y/N) with Michael. My life had suddenly turned into a live version of Jesse’s Girl. But since (Y/N’s) coming with us to Bali, I had to have something or someone to get her off my mind. We all know I do stupid shit, especially when there’s alcohol involved.

I tried to convince the guys to just make this a boy’s trip, but they all complained that they had already invited their girls to come with us. It was too late and I had to suck it up. As much as my soulmate and I had nothing to talk about anymore, at least we had something we could do with each other. Each day I spend with her, I realize how much we aren’t meant to be for each other. Coming back from tour and seeing her again in person confirmed that, even if the sex was great.

After my soulmate fell asleep, I put on a pair of sweatpants and walked to my balcony. I closed the door behind me and called my mum.

“Hey mum.”

“Hi sweetie! How was the flight?” She asked.

“Just fine, mum. We’re back in our LA house right now,” I said.

“Oh, that’s great! How are you? You sound down, baby.”

I sighed. My mum always knew something was up without me having to say anything about it. “I’m okay. Things could be better. I’m still so conflicted about my soulmate. She just doesn’t seem like the right girl.” I look through the glass doors to see my soulmate fast asleep on my bed, her bright red hair sprawled out around her, a huge contrast against the pearly white pillows I had. She seemed so quiet and innocent when she was asleep – completely opposite to how she was when she was awake.

“Honestly, Luke, the second you told me about her, I knew something was wrong. I know you wanted to give her a chance, but you sound miserable.”

“I know. I feel miserable. Do you remember that other girl I was telling you about?”

“Oh, yes! (Y/N)! The one dating Michael?” She asked.

“Yes, that’s her. I still think she may be my real soulmate, mum.”

“Luke, sweetheart, I’m only going to say this once because I’m your mum. Get your shit together. If you’re unhappy with your soulmate, then break up with her. Just because she may be your soulmate, it doesn’t mean you’re obligated to be with her. I want you to be happy, baby. But you can’t do that if you force yourself to love someone we all know you do not love.”

“What… Mum!?” I was shocked, my mum was never forward like this.

“I’m sorry, love. You’ve been calling me about this situation for weeks now. It’s been two months since you got your soul tattoo. I know you think that you’re going to have this great big love like your father and I - I’m more than sure you’ll have it soon, but clearly this woman who’s claiming to be your soulmate, isn’t making you happy and that’s fine. That just means she isn’t the one for you. Tell her how you feel. In the long run, you’ll both feel better about it.”

I was quiet for a moment. I hated that she was right. But all of what she said was true. I was too afraid to face how I really felt. I denied everything wrong with my soulmate because I thought it was right, because some unwritten rule somewhere said that I had to fall in love with my soulmate. It’s very rare, but sometimes these things just don’t work out. I had to face the facts one way or another.

Once I got off the phone with my mum, I went back to bed. I was so caught up with jet lag when we landed, but once in bed, I couldn’t sleep. I laid on my back, staring at the ceiling, just thinking. My soulmate was fast asleep next to me. I looked at her for a moment. She was beautiful and she was fun to be around sometimes, but deep down I knew she wasn’t my girl.

Hours later, I decided that after our trip to Bali, I was going to end things with her. I knew that that wasn’t how this whole soulmate shit is supposed to work, but I couldn’t bear another day being with her. I could tell that even the boys were starting to get irritated with her. They were just too scared or too nice to say anything to me about it. So that was the plan. Bali is in a few days. I just had to figure out how I was going to tell her and if I was going to confess my true feelings to (Y/N) after that.

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yeeeeeet I finally gave you guys another part! I have to admit, I’m so freaking nervous about this. My heart is beating and my hands are shaking as I type this. I have written and edited and re-edited and re-re-edited this part and the following parts so many times. I knew that I couldn’t hold onto them anymore, so here it is. The only explanation I have for taking so long is this: life gets in the way and there’s nothing you can really do about it. Once time passed and I figured it was time to get back to this, a year had come and gone. I simply lost the inspiration to write. But here we are, two years later and I finally have the next 13 or so chapters ready for your eyes to read.

I hope you love it.

{r.h.}

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