#Its nice to feel excited about seeing someone but i just... Feel like a creep unfortunately. I mean i am one

[mrfoox]

Tired of being obsessed with one person, please get me back to looking forward to a video game or a group of people

[911lonestar911imagines]

Clever boy - Eddie Diaz smut

Summary: after weeks of tricking you into thinking he’s a bottom, Eddie pulls the ultimate switch engaging in a very sexy game of sex.

Warnings: mommy kink, daddy kink, bottom! Eddie, top! Eddie

Eddie was a smart man, clever in fact, He had been seeing y/n for weeks, and it's been the most fun he's had. After having a long talk with his best friend about his quickly drying up sex life, he went out and found someone to spice it up, and that's exactly what you did.

For weeks, he had put up with being submissive with you, letting you think you had full control of his body, but that was the fun part, he was gonna flip your entire world around tonight. You had both talked about it previously, what would happen if he ever decided he was taking control, you had no issue, telling him it was at his own pace, but you'll miss his submissive side.

As you walked into your boyfriend's apartment, you couldn't help but to feel like you were being watched. Shuttering as you walked down the hall you sighed "Eddie! This isn't funny! Your text said it was an emergency!" You shouted "I swear you're gonna regret this, Edmundo" You sneered, looking into his bedroom, and yet, nobody. As you went to turn around to search the living room again, you were met with a torso dressed in a nice blue suit, you could tell just by the fabric it was expensive. You gasped taking a step back to run, but a hand grabbed you tightly, pulling you flush against his chest, looking up you were met with Eddie's coy smirk. "Relax. I've got you, princesa" He whispered "I think we need to have a little chat" He whispered, almost like you were in trouble. "Edmundo, I left work for this, you're so gonna re-" He cut you off with a harsh glare "Hush" He demanded walking you backwards to a chair in the corner of his bedroom. You let out a breath of air as you felt yourself fall into the seat, looking up at Eddie, fully taking in how hot he was.

"I've let you prance around, letting you think your in charge..but papi's getting a little bored of it" Eddie whispered, leaning down grabbing the armrests, meeting you at eye level. "Eddie" You warned, resting your hands on his about to stand up, but he quickly rotated his wrists, trapping your hands "Not uh, stay." He demanded, his tone deep, almost unrecognizable. "What're you doing?" You asked, slowly growing more irritated as he spoke "I like to play with my food, y/n" He whispered in your ear before biting your neck gently "But this is my game, and it's time, we're both on the same page" He continued, kneeling on the ground slowly, not breaking eye contact with you "Don't get me wrong princesa, I love watching you tell me what to do, its adorable, but now I need you" He grunted pulling off your leggings with ease, running his hands up and down your thighs slowly.

"Yes sir" You said jokingly, rolling your eyes, Eddie was quick to grab your jaw roughly "Keep up the attitude, brat. Now. Again without the bitchiness" He spat, you shifted in your seat, now feeling extremely nervous under his gaze. "Yes sir" Your voice was barely above a whisper, you could feel his deep breaths against your inner thigh, looking down you moaned under your breath, Eddie's head was placed perfectly between your thighs, his eyes never taking their gaze off of your face. "buena nina" Eddie praised, you gulped, watching his hand creep up your thigh towards your underwear. "E-Eddie" You whined, he grunted, swatting your ass swiftly "Sir?.." You questioned, he responded by raising his gaze back to you, you were trying desperately to find the words "Speak, mami" He whispered, kissing your inner thigh softly, god damnit this man is gonna kill you. You licked your lips, your mouth suddenly dry, your heart was racing with excitement. Eddie gently took your wrist into his palm, pressing his fingertips against your artery to find your pulse "Hey, you're okay, princesa, relax" He whispered kissing your palm gently "I've got you" Eddie added on before pulling you up and towards the bed "I want you, sir" You finally mustered out, the smirk on his face returned, and so did the dark look in his eyes.

"All you had to do was ask, mami" Eddie whispered before pulling off his shirt, you grunted grabbing his belt undoing it yourself, you could see how hard Eddie was breathing once his shirt was off. Before Eddie could do anything else he rolled onto his side "W-Wha..-" You whimpered, Eddie chuckled "I wanna see you be mami again" He smirked, he knew exactly what he was doing, and my lord was Buck right, this is totally spicing things up. "Very funny" You said, trying to keep your voice level, but failing miserably. It was almost crazy how Eddie managed to switch, his gaze changing to look at you with full submission and admiration. "Please, mami, please" He begged, letting his head fall into the pillows, you took in a shaky breath, the knot in your stomach was so tight you felt like you could puke. "More" You demanded quietly, ghosting your hand over his cock that was pressed against his slacks so much you could start to see outlines. "I can't hear you, mami! please touch me anywhere" He begged, his back arching as he tried to grind against your hand, you felt a wave of confidence rush over you, pressing your hand down, watching as he bit his lip fighting back a moan "Yes! fuck!" He grunted as you straddled him, leaning down ghosting your lips over his, right as you felt like you started to get control, Eddie quickly flipped you over "My turn, mami" He whispered in your ear, pinning your hands above your head, you leaned further back on the bed, your underwear was soaked, you could feel it between your legs as you squeezed your legs together "Naughty girl" He whispered using his other hand to open your legs, using his leg to keep them open "I'm s-sorry, you're just so fucking hot, and not doing anything" You whined, grinding against nothing trying to find any type of friction. Eddie smirked pressing his thigh against your pussy, making you gasp, digging your nails into the side of his hand.

"What, princesa? What do you want from me?" He teased, tracing his fingertips over your clit, even with a thong on, you could still feel everything. "Fuck me, Eddie, please" You begged, Eddie was about to cum right there, since you two had gotten together he had never heard you beg, especially not for him. "Fuck..." He whispered, you watched as Eddie looked down towards his slacks then slowly working his gaze up your body. "Please, sir, please fuck me, Eddie, I need you, please" You whined, arching your back desperate to feel his skin against yours. Your boyfriend dropped his hold on your hands, ripping his own slacks off as he kissed you deeply, you kissed back happily. You felt his tongue slowly find it's way into your mouth, his hands busy with other things, you gasped as you felt him push into you slowly.

"Such a slut for me" You heard him grunt, you bit your lip watching him lean up, running a hand through his hair as he bottomed out inside of you, taking your opportunity you ran your nails down his chest, leaving faint red lines. He grunted thrusting his hips taking you by surprise "Oh my god" You panted trying to lean up to kiss him, but Eddie pressed a hand onto your chest forcing you back onto the bed. He took your hips in his hands flipping you both again "We're gonna play a game, got that, princesa?" He asked, you met his gaze finally as he lifted your chin with his finger "Yes sir.." You whispered, biting your lip, desperate for him to do anything, you felt like you were going to die if you didn't cum soon.

"We're gonna switch..to see who cums faster" He whispered "Just to see who's a better dominate" He added on, you nodded faintly, Eddie looking towards you, grasping any sense of reality you had, you started grinding your hips against his. You could feel his legs tense, his fists grabbing at the sheets "What, baby? Is this too much?.." You teased, running your hands up and down his chest "N-No no please don't stop, don't stop" He whined, you grabbed the base of his neck, making eye contact with him "Don't worry, mami will make it feel better" You teased further, as you started moving your hips faster, Eddie moaned loudly, bucking his hips up meeting your grinds. You stopped immediately, squeezing his neck just enough to cause his cock to twitch inside of you “did you ask to fuck me?” You growled, Eddie smirked flipping you, reversing the roles as he know held your neck “I don’t need permission to fuck mi amor whenever my cock is buried inside of her” he growled, bucking his hips harshly, you whined covering your mouth much to Eddie’s disliking “did I say be quiet? Papi wants to hear you” he whispered biting your collarbone lightly as he slammed his cock further inside of you “Eddie!” You screamed out arching your back “buena nina” he growled not slowing his pace “fuck Eddie!-“ you moaned “say it.” Eddie demanded squeezing your neck roughly “f-fuck! Only you can fuck me like this!” You moaned, feeling yourself near that edge before Eddie flipped you again. My lord you wanted to smack him, why couldn’t he just let you cum?

“You fucking brat” you growled “I was so fucking close” you added on grinding against him, watching him lick his lips as an idea sprung into your head. Pulling yourself off of him, his face fell in pure sorrow “w-what? Baby p-please!” He begged thinking you were ending the game, maybe he went to far, he never should’ve done this, as his chest started to tighten he felt your hand cup his cheek. “You’re okay..you’re gonna help mami” you whispered grabbing his hair, repositioning his hand, almost as soon as it came out of your mouth, Eddie visibly calmed down with his anxiety, holding your thighs to hold you steady. “Ready?..” you whispered “you don’t stop till I say.” You said before grabbing his chin “only outside. I’m not losing” you challenged, Eddie whined loudly, leaning his head up before you pulled his hair pushing it back down on the bed. “Stop it” you growled smacking his cheek gently before lowering yourself onto his mouth. His tongue attacked you like he was starving, licking up any wetness that had made its way out of your pussy, you could feel his tongue going over your clit as you grinded against it.

“Just like that baby!” You moaned arching your back, you could feel his nails digging into your skin before feeling his tongue push inside of you, you immediately curled in pleasure, tightening your grip on his hair as he flicked his tongue inside of you. “Ooh” you moaned loudly as you attempted to lift your hips off of his face but he held you down, as his eyes flipped towards your gaze you could see the darkness cloud back in and immediately you knew you were fucked, literally.

His tongue moved a lot faster, at a speed that even shocked you as his head bobbed slightly as he continued to eat you out “oh fuck! Fuck papi! Fuck!” You whined your voice going higher as you grinded against his face, his grip tightened on your legs, flipping you onto your back as he threw your legs over his shoulders. You whined trying to pull yourself off of him, his speed being way too much combined with your sensitivity “I-i can’t-“ you whimpered, Eddie pulled his mouth away from you, a dangerous glare on his face “you can take it. You’re my buena nina, you can take it. I wanna taste you, I want to see my slut make a complete mess” he growled before pulling your hips back down to continue his abuse on your pussy.

“Eddie!” You cried out, feeling his tongue flatten against your clit, along with three fingers pushing their way inside of you “fuck papi!” You cried out digging your nails into his shoulders “my little fucking slut” he spat curling his fingers, you whined, Eddie grunted pulling his fingers out before replacing it with his tongue again, taking your breath away.

“Cum for me princesa” he whispered, you clenched your teeth shaking your head “no?..we’ll see about that” he whispered against your thigh. “Papi got a present” he smirked reaching up towards his night stand pulling out a small pink device. Pressing a button the small object buzzed to life making you whine loudly, your legs visibly shaking with anticipation. “You want this, slut?” He asked, leaning in front of your pussy making you whimper nodding your head rapidly “want you to make me cum, please papi” you whimpered spreading your legs wider, almost like an invitation.

You almost screamed as he pressed the vibrator on your clit full power, shoving his tongue back inside of you, returning to his job of eating your pussy out. You bucked your hips quickly against Eddie’s face, almost ripping a hole in the sheets from how tight you were squeezing them. You could see Eddie grinding his hips into the mattress, that was almost enough to make you cum. You gasped, the knot in your stomach exploding out of nowhere against Eddie’s mouth, his tongue licking everything your body offered. You slowly pushed him onto his back, leaning forward to slip him into your mouth, letting his cock slip down your throat as you swallowed around him.

Eddie smirked moving your leg to the other side of his head pushing the vibrator inside of your pussy turning it on. The sensation took you by surprise, making you choke slightly around him, he groaned bucking his hip, using his other hand to guide your head pushing your head down repeatedly, making sure you didn’t gag too much. “Fuck yea baby, just like that. Take my cock, you’re so fucking good at it” he growled moving the vibrator in and out of you, you could feel the knot quickly forming again as you pressed back against it, swallowing around him again.

Eddie growled bucking his hips up, bottoming out down your throat, you swallowed around him making him tense, trying to shove his cock deeper inside of your throat if possible, he pushed the vibrator as deep as it would go inside of you. You moaned around him feeling his cum shoot down your throat, the feeling itself made you cum again, this time squirting on the toy and a little on his hand and mouth. “Fuck yes. Every night. From now on” you panted slowly falling onto your back next to him “deal” he panted

[sungie]

GIVING THE TOKREV CHARACTERS FLOWERS

includes: ran, rindou, kazutora, hanma, inui, kokonoi, chifuyu, mitsuya, sanzu, naoto

masterlist

HAITANI RAN 

“Stop looking at me like that,” you frown, “just close your eyes.”

And Ran knows he should be good and listen. But there’s something so amusing about doing the opposite of what you want, and before he knows it, he’s peering into your face with a lazy smirk.

“Aw, c’mon. I know you want me, (Y/N). There’s no need to be so ashamed.” 

A warning look flashes across your face.

Ran sighs. He backs up, lanky posture surely making his movements all the more comical, with his hands held in easy surrender. “Alright, alright.” He makes a show of closing his eyes, although there’s a thin sliver of light he lets breach past his lashes. “There. Happy?” 

Apparently not.

He laughs as you press his eyelids shut yourself.

So cute.

He leans into your touch, intuitively chasing your wrist to press light kisses to your skin. “Hurry up, baby. You, of all people, know I don’t like being kept waiting.” 

“So impatient,” you sigh, brushing a wisp of lavender hair from his forehead. “Hold out your hands.”

It can’t hurt to push a little more, can it? 

“It’s not my hand that needs attention,” Ran tries, only for you to scold him. 

“You’re so annoying, Haitani.” 

Despite your irritated facade, Ran hears the affection behind your voice. Hears the playful lilt behind “Haitani”, feels the gentle way you uncurl his fingers from his palm. Feels the kiss you press to his cheek (which, from his long-exposure to hook-up culture should mean nothing) warms his heart–embarrassingly, so.

“There. You can look now.” 

What’s so special about this gift that his eyes need to be closed? He starts to grin slyly, only to blink at the roses in his hand. 

“You got me flowers?”

“Nice observation, asshole.” 

Ran looks up to see you grinning, nearly bubbling over with excitement. “Like them?” 

Not only are you cute; you’re also a thief. Ran tries demanding his air back, tries summoning the words that come so easily, but he’s left standing in front of you with stunned eyes and a flush carefully creeping up his cheeks.

“You really love me, don’t you?” He tries, scraping at old pick-up lines to save his skin.  

“Silly. I’ve always loved you, Ran.”

His mouth parts. You’ve … never said it back before.

He slings an arm over his face, embarrassed at the vulnerability overshadowing his silvertongue.

“Don’t,” he mumbles, only to feel your hands tugging at his. “Told you already. I’m no good for you.”  

“Don’t hide.” The lilt in your voice nearly resembles his. “Want to see your pretty face, Ran.” 

That does it. He scowls. “You’re so dead.”

“Only if you catch me, first!”  

HAITANI RINDOU 

“For you!”

Rindou stares at the flowers in your hands. He feels the exact moment that giddy, i'm-on-top-of-the-world dopamine boost from teasing you drains away, leaving him speechless.

Leaves him floored into something else entirely, something he just can’t place his finger on.

He blinks slowly, eyes traveling from the wildflowers to the expression across your face. 

“For me?” And ugh. He doesn’t mean for his voice to sound so quiet.

Guilt wraps its hands around his throat and squeezes hard. He kicks himself internally.

Because he hates the way your outstretched hand starts trembling, and he knows it’s all from the silence stretching tendrils in spaces everywhere between the two of you. 

At your careful nod, Rindou feels his heart soften.

You got flowers for him? Someone like him?

It’s something so sweet–unexpectedly so. He doesn’t know how to react.

Ran never taught him anything like this, but he wracks his mind for knowledge anyso: how to respond when the person you love gets you flowers? 

Don’t mess up, don’t mess up, don’t mess up. 

He’s taking too long. And then, in that same quiet voice: “Did you pick them?” 

“Yeah,” you whisper, eyes downcast. “I wasn’t sure if you liked flowers. Really, Rin, it’s okay if you don’t–”

“I want them.” 

The certainty in his voice surprises him. It’s funny–the thought of you taking those flowers away irks him more than not knowing what to do. 

He steps closer, hand gently cradling your neck as he presses you into his chest, his chin resting atop your head. “They’re purple.” 

“I thought of you because they’re your–”

“–favorite color,” Rindou finishes. The realization makes him sigh. “You.” He rubs gentle circles into your skin. “You’re gonna be the end of me.”

As you clutch the lapels of his suit and lean closer to his chest, Rindou wraps his arms around your waist. He presses a kiss to your hairline. “Thank you,” he whispers. “I love them.”

“Really?” 

“Really. I think,” he murmurs, suddenly shy, “I think I’ll show them off at work. Show everyone how lucky I am. Think they’ll look nice next to my window?”

The happiness radiating from you at his words makes his face scrunch. You’re turning him soft, aren’t you? Strangely, he doesn’t seem to mind. 

HANEMIYA KAZUTORA

“People buy each other flowers?” Kazutora mumbles, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I don’t think so. Might just be something in the movies.” 

Out the corner of his eye, he watches you furrow your brow.

“Really? You’ve never seen couples give each other flowers?” You tilt your head. “You know, like tokens of affection?”

“Nope.” Kazutora hopes this conversation ends soon. An itchy sort-of-feeling begins consuming him–you’re about to drop something over his eyes, he just knows it. “None of my friends got any game.” 

“Your parents?” 

Ah. There it is.

Kazutora looks to the side, darkly. “My father doesn’t deserve flowers.” And then, under his breath, “especially not from my mother.”

He shrugs, turning to you casually. “What about you? People get you any flowers?” 

The sad expression on your face makes him wince. Half-of-him wants to reach out and take your hands: apologize, get on his knees for forgiveness, convince you there’s nothing to be upset about.

The other-half … he won’t speak it out loud. 

“Once or twice,” you say, quietly, “but let’s not talk about it anymore.”

And he doesn’t. You don’t. 

Not until now. 

Kazutora wonders why the voice calling him now sounds so familiar. Nostalgia, huh?

The way you tumble out the car to rush toward him feels strangely cliche. But he doesn’t mind. Not really. Not when he melts into your arms after years of no-contact. Not when he breathes in and you smell just like he remembers–but better, he thinks–“your shampoo,” he murmurs, into your hair, “it smells nice.” 

What are you … what are you doing here? He doesn’t want to let you go.

Your laughter in his ears sounds heavenly. “I remember you liked it. I went down memory lane trying to remember what brand it was.” 

Kazutora’s eyes widen. “You did that, for me?” 

“Of course, I did. You mean a lot to me.” With that, you gently press a handful of yellow tulips into his hands. “These are for you.”

Kaztuora looks at the flowers in stunned stupor. “What?” The words feel slow to form. He’s buffering, literally. Just glances at you in shock, hoping you can somehow tell what he’s feeling. Lucky for him, he thinks you do. 

“I don’t know if you remember,” you start, “but we talked about flowers when we were kids.” Your face softens. “So, I wanted to get you some.”

Is that look … is it because of him?

He feels his eyes watering, feels his lips trembling. He hugs you tighter, burying his head in your shoulder.

“I missed you,” he blurts out, like it’s the only thing he can say. “I really … missed you. You know that, right?” 

The fond smile tugging at your mouth makes his heart warm. Everything feels softer, in your arms. God. He missed this. 

HANMA SHUJI

“What’s this?” Hanma teases, towering over you. “Some fucker got you flowers?”

He doesn’t wait for a response, only snatches them out your grasp to examine them closer. And he won’t admit it, would never, but the very thought of someone sweeping you off your feet fills him with absolute disgust. 

“You like this sort of stuff?” He turns to you, curious. “I’d treat you right, sweetheart. Get you flowers like this every day. Give me a chance, how ‘bout it?” 

Why are you sighing, now?

You step on his foot, hard. “Shuji.” 

“I like that. ‘Shuji’. Sounds nice coming from you. Say it again.” 

“You’re such an ass. I wanted to give those to you myself.” 

Hanma stares at you, stunned. He isn’t fast enough to catch himself, not nearly, but he quickly eases a charming smile out his lips. “Can’t ever assume things with you, huh?” He grins, nudging your chin up. “I like it. You’re mine, now.” 

“Nope.”

Hanma’s pleased to see the same wicked expression reflected right at him.

“I would be,” you continue, “but you stole those flowers from me.” 

“So? You wanna teach me manners, now?”

“So, you’re mine.” 

Oh … he gets it now. You’re tricky.

Hanma chuckles, then throws his head back in laughter. He regards you with an appraising look.

“Alright,” he says, softly, dangerously, running his thumb against your bottom lip. “I could get used to it.” His grip against your chin wanders down to your neck. “You really won’t be mine?” 

“No,” you repeat, and Hanma thinks you’re much too pleased with yourself, “this is more fun.” 

“Okay, I’ll play along.” His hand tightens; a mischievous warning. “I’m yours … for now.”

INUI SEISHU

Inui wakes to flowers tickling his cheek. A subtle hint of blue in his vision. He blinks to a bouquet resting atop your nightstand, still fresh and wrapped in plastic. 

He frowns. It wasn’t there the night before; he’s sure of it. 

“(Y/N)?” He walks into your kitchen, gingerly holding the flowers.

Lilacs, he thinks. Pretty like you. One second; he’s fine. In fact, you should vase them. They might start to wilt.

But … when did you have the time to get these? He isn’t sure. He knows, for a fact, you fell asleep first last night. And normally, you don’t wake much earlier than eight.  

His eyes fall to the tag. Times New Roman font. I love you.

It’s 8:15.

Uneasiness creeps into him and stabs everywhere it touches. Someone else bought these for you. Who got you these?

Kitchen-sounds and something warm sizzling on the stove.

A cold feeling sinks its way through his bones. As soon as he meets your gaze, Inui feels the heaviness, all at once. It starts like pendulum swinging. Emotion off; smile forced; breath held.

“Hey, who’s this from?” 

Your gaze alternates between the flowers and him with perplexion. “Me?” 

Inui follows your gaze, glancing down at the bouquet. He can’t stop the hurt wincing across his features. Not heartless enough, he thinks. “You got yourself a bouquet that says, ‘I love you’?” 

If possible, the look upon your face turns even more confused. “What?” Your eyes sweep across his face. 

You don’t look like you’re lying. 

All at once, your lips pursue in realization. You’re setting things aside, quickly rushing toward him to cup his face in your palms. 

Despite it all, Inui melts into your hold. Your skin feels so soft against his. 

“Oh no, Shu. I got them for you.” 

Oh. The tension hollows from his shoulders like reverberation from a plucked violin string.

He looks down at the bouquet again, then at your genuine expression. Guilt fills all spaces until it’s the only thing he can think of. Only thing he can feel.

“I’m so sorry,” he mumbles. “I thought.” He can’t bring himself to finish. 

How could he think something so awful? You’re not Koko. He needs to get it through his head.

“No,” you interrupt, gently brushing a lock of hair behind his ear, “don’t apologize.” The sincere look in your eyes makes him weak in the knees. “I should’ve added your name.”

Your arms wrap around his waist. “Seishu, look at me.” 

He obliges, lip wobbling despite his attempts to smile.  

“There’s only you. I promise.” 

“I don’t want you to think I don’t trust you,” he whispers. “I do. I just. I just–” 

“It’s easy to feel like you’re the wrong person?”

How do you know that?

You're already resting your hand against his neck, a gentle nudge to guide his head to the crook of your shoulder. You press a kiss to his temple. “Love you, Seishu. Love you so much.”  

KOKONOI HAJIME

“You weren’t supposed to buy me flowers,” Kokonoi scolds, fussing with the scarf around your neck. “I already told you not to empty your wallet on me. Don’t you listen?” 

The laugh from your lips sounds heavenly. You wrap your arms around his waist with a beam. “Don’t worry, Koko. I stole them.” 

If possible, Kokonoi thinks his eyes might pop out their sockets. “You what?” He sighs, affectionately smushing your cheeks together with his palms. “Tell me why you decided to go and do something so stupid.” 

You laugh gleefully. “I just borrowed them from my neighbor. They steal tangerines from me all the time, so I thought I’d return the favor. That’s all.” 

Kokonoi can’t deny the smirk spreading across his lips. He shakes his head, lightly swatting the flowers against your face. “And what am I supposed to do with stolen goods? You got collateral for me?” He presses a kiss to the spot in between your eyes. “What if those neighbors hunt me down and demand them back? What then?” 

“So many questions, Koko.” You hug him tighter, stepping even closer. “You can admire them? Smell them? Think about them late at night when I’m not with you and ja–”

Kokonoi groans. “You’re done.” 

“Wait, wait! And I’ll get you more flowers. I’ll get you so many flowers you get tired of them. And next time I won’t steal them, I’ll just use your money–”

“That’s … also stealing,” Kokonoi interjects dryly. “From me.” 

You flick his earring. “Anyway, what about me? What do I get for being such a nice person?”

He sighs, rolling his eyes. “Always an ulterior motive with you, hm?” He presses his lips to your forehead, clutching the flowers closer to his chest. “Now get off me.” 

“Don’t want to.” 

Kokonoi grumbles underneath his breath. He wraps his arm around your waist, then readjusts the two of you so he can easily access the kitchen counter. “Your loss. Guess you really won’t be getting anything.” 

He slips the flowers into a vase, carefully adjusting the blossoms as they fall into the glass. He knows you’re watching, knows sentimentality softens the edges of his eyes, but he can’t bring himself to wipe away that sweet smile gently tugging at his lips. In fact, he doesn’t want to. 

MATSUNO CHIFUYU

Chifuyu blinks as you lightly bop him on the head with a bouquet. That isn’t for him, is it?

He stares at you blankly, but based on the knowing grin on your face, he knows he’s shit at concealing the excitement bubbling behind his casual front. 

“For you, ‘fuyu!” 

He won’t lie, he imagined a moment like this before. A younger him gazing at the portrait of his late-father, belatedly wondering if his mother got him flowers before he passed. She must’ve … right? He hopes so. Wondering if he’d get flowers, one day, too.

Now staring back at you, he pretends to wave them off, partaking in some dance around lightly refusing the gift until it’s finally socially acceptable for him to take them off your hands.

“You didn’t have to,” Chifuyu starts, but he knows he’s smiling far too much to look any-sort of humble. “Are you sure you don’t want them?” 

“Chifuyu,” you laugh, “I think you’ll explode if I keep them from you any longer.” You push the flowers back into his hands, placing yours on top of his. “It’s a gift. For you.” 

He feels like floating. Or something. It feels like he is. Is he? Chifuyu knows he shrugged off the possibility of romance for so long, and now that it’s finally happening, it doesn’t quite feel real. 

You’re talking now. Lips moving, sweet voice saying something he struggles to conceptualize. “–got them from the farmer’s market, and I thought of you because–”

Chifuyu can’t help it. He hugs you tightly with one arm, making sure to keep the flowers out of squishable-reach.

“You’re the best. Like, actually the best.” He already knows the perfect place for them. He’ll split the bouquet in half, put one-half in a vase near his bedside table, the other on his dining table.

“It’s a bouquet of baby’s breath,” you continue, cheeks smushed into his chest. “I thought they’d look pretty in your apartment. Plus, they’re my favorite, and I wanted to give you something I love.” 

Chifuyu doesn’t think you can make him any happier. Can you feel his heart? It’s so warm. Just for you. All for you.

“Let me return the favor, yeah?” He plucks a flower from the bouquet and nervously tucks it behind your ear. “I want to give something to the person I love.”  

MITSUYA TAKASHI 

“You sure know how to sweep a guy off his feet,” Mitsuya teases, holding the flowers close to his chest. “Really pulling out all the stops, too.”

It’s cute, watching you try to quell the embarrassment surely arising from his words. “No,” you try, putting on a brave face, “just wanted to do something nice. No big deal.” 

“Ah,” Mitsuya grins, “that’s a shame. Was gonna ask you to dinner tomorrow night.”

You nearly whine, pressing your hands to your face. “Oh my god, you’re so–agh.” 

“You see,” he continues, almost smugly, “there’s this person who just got me flowers. My favorite, actually. I really like them, but they just see me as a friend.”

He gently tilts your chin up, to face him. “Said they were just doing something nice, by giving me these flowers. But they’re so cute. Despite what they say, I’ve got a feeling they might like me back. Think I’ve still got a chance?” 

Your mouth parts. You stare at him incredulously, then nod shakily. “I think you’ve always had a chance.” 

Mitsuya can’t stop the smile that crosses his face. It’s bright, maybe a little too bright, but he can’t help it.

“Alright,” he says, and he’s amazed he’s still got his cool, because his heart feels like it’s about to fly out his chest, “tomorrow at five. I’ll pick you up.”

And before you leave, he’s running back to you, reaching for your hand. “Wait.”

The hopeful look you send him makes him flush, and he grins cheerfully. “I’ll be getting you flowers next time. Just you wait.”  

SANZU HARUCHIYO 

“Gotta throw these fucking weeds out, Haitani.” Sanzu picks up a bouquet on the center-table with two fingers. “Gross. Did Valentine's Day come early, or some shit?” 

He doesn’t miss the deadpanned stare you send his way. “Haruchiyo, those are roses.”

“So? It’s July.”  

Haitani Ran appears out of nowhere to snatch the bouquet from his grasp. “Get your fucking hands off,” he warns, “those are mine. Don’t touch what isn’t yours.”

“Sore spot?” Sanzu raises an unimpressed eyebrow. “Didn’t know you were such a sentimentalist.” 

“Yeah, yeah,” Ran glowers, clutching the roses possessively to his chest. “Get outta my sight.” 

“You’ll regret that.” He steps toward Ran, only pausing when your hand tugs against his suit. 

“C’mon,” you murmur. “He’s ugly. Isn't worth it.” 

Sanzu’s hand immediately wraps around your waist, tugging you flush to him. “Let’s dip,” he mutters lowly into your ear, “Can’t stand him.”

Out in fresh air, he runs a hand through his hair. “What’s the big deal?” He turns to you. “Never thought he’d get so worked up over nothing.” 

You sigh, reaching for his hand. “Should’ve done this sooner, huh?” 

“Done what?” The look on his face nearly resembles a pout. “You know something I don’t? If you’re keeping secrets with Haitani, I won’t be happy.” 

“So jealous,” you sigh, covering his eyes. “Don’t peek and wait here. I’ve got a surprise for you.” 

“Whatever,” Sanzu mutters, “just come back soon.” He watches you disappear into a shop, then waits outside, scuffing the sidewalk with the soles of his shoes. 

You reappear in front of him with a giddy smile. “Look, aren’t these pretty?” 

Sanzu blinks, bewildered at the bouquet of pink flowers in your hands. “What the hell is this?” 

The laugh creases against your eyes. You swat him, lightly. “They’re peonies. Wanna know what they mean?” 

“No.”

You tell him anyway. “Love, beauty, happiness.” 

Sanzu scoffs, rolling his eyes. “You don’t need flowers to confirm that. I could’ve told you that myself.” He straightens up, tugging you closer to him. “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.” He flicks your cheek. “There. Next time you’re feeling sad, just ask.” 

“No,” you laugh. You brush a lock of hair behind his ear. “Got these for you, baby.” The sweet look on your face makes him flush. “You’re beautiful and make me happy.”

Sanzu scowls. He snatches the flowers before you can finish, simultaneously wrapping his arm around your waist just so his face can’t be seen clearly by you.

“Let’s go,” he grumbles, “you’re the fucking worst.” 

He doesn’t allow you to mention the bright blush lighting up his cheeks, or the stupid smile tugging at his lips as the two of you head home.

TACHIBANA NAOTO 

Naoto sighs, eyes half-lid and exhausted. He leans back in his chair, loosely unbuttoning his collar with one hand as he thinks of the amount of overtime he plans to put in this week.

There’s still so much to cover, and with Takemichi wandering around somewhere in the past, Naoto needs to learn everything, just in case.  

A knock sounds on his door. 

Naoto barely reacts. “What is it?” 

You peer through the door, eyes widening as you take in his appearance. “Sorry, am I bothering you?” 

Naoto straightens back up, attentive. “Not at all.”

He glances at your state in concern. “It’s late. Go home. I told you to rest and take care of yourself.”

His words must ignite something in you, because you huff in irritation and walk straight to his desk. “You’re one to talk, Tachibana. You look like you’ll pass out on us anyday, now.”

Your check his forehead temperature, mutually concerned. “You’re burning up. Come on, go home.” 

He blinks, stunned. “That’s not important.” But he can’t deny it; he’s softening into your touch. Your skin feels so cool against his. Relief he didn’t know he needed. Didn't know he wanted.

“Alright,” your face sets in determination. “I’ll go home when you go home.” 

Naoto’s eyes widen. “No–”

“–yes. You’re sick, I’m telling you.” You shift, bashfully. “Anyway, I didn’t come here to nag you.”

With a breath for bravery and the sweetest smile tugging at your lips, you quickly push a bundle of flowers into his face. “For you!” you say, already on your way out. “Don’t work too hard, Tachibana.”

You got him flowers?

They’re gorgeous. Are they really … for him?

“Wait,” he starts, pushing past his desk to grab the sleeve of your wrist, “wait, please.” He holds the flowers gingerly, almost fearful he’ll do something wrong, hold them wrong, maybe? Is that a thing? He isn’t sure. “I appreciate it, but what for?”

“You’re always working so hard,” you murmur, clearly embarrassed, “so I wanted to get you something small. Don’t forget to take care of yourself, too.” 

Naoto’s smiling. It starts in his eyes, but even he can’t help the expression from softening his normally heavy-set features. Do you realize you’ve mirrored his words? It’s sweet. Cute, even. 

“Alright,” he says, eyes twinkling, “one hour. Get whatever you need done, and then we’re both going home.”

[mamaestapa]

maybe joe gushes about you in an interview or post game press conference, maybe even like a speech from winning something

My Girl|| Joe Burrow x reader

•pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

•summary: During a post game press conference, Joe gushes about getting to spend the bye week with you

•warnings: none, all fluff

“So Joe, first of all congrats on the win.”

Joe nodded as he spoke, “It’s always good to, to win against a team like them.”

The Bengals had just beaten the Chiefs 23-20. The entire game was close, each team going back and forth with scoring. With just seconds left, Evan McPherson scored the game winning field goal, giving the Bengals another win before their mid season bye week.

“What are your plans for the bye week?” another reporter asked, causing Joe to move his gaze to the female reporter. He nodded as she continued.

“Watch film? Practice? Work out? Relax?” the reporter finished with a chuckle. A small smile made its way onto to Joe’s face as he answered the question.

“Yeah I plan on relaxing a bit, take a little break from the heavy workouts. I’ll definitely some film though, gotta keep that win streak going when we get back.” he smirked. Joe loved winning. Especially against the Chiefs. The Bengals were never the favored team when they play the Chiefs. It always felt good to prove all of their doubters and haters wrong.

He cleared his throat, a blush creeping onto his cheeks as he spoke, “But uh, I’m actually going to spend most of it with Y/n, my girlfriend. She’s got some family in another state that we’re going to visit for a few days, take a mini vacation. I don’t get to spend a lot of time with her during the season, so I’m very excited.”

“Awe,” the reporter cooed, “I bet she’s excited too.”

Joe nodded, a smile pulling at his lips, “Yeah, she is. Like I said, she and I don’t get much time with just the two of us during the season. It’ll be good for us to take a little vacation together away from football.” He gushed as he talked about you.

“And you’ve been with her for how many years now?”

“Four. Met her my last year at LSU.” Joe said, a happy smile on his face.

You met Joe after the season opener in 2019. You were at your best friends house who happened to be dating someone on the football team at the time. The two of them were throwing a party and you and Joe both happened to be invited. He met you while you were pouring yourself a drink. The two of you hit off instantly, the night ending with him asking you out on a date. You went on a date in downtown Baton Rouge Friday after your classes and the rest was history.

“Do you guys take many vacations during the off-season?”

Joe shook his head, “Not really. We usually take one or two, but we like to stay in Cincinnati or Athens. But the off-seasons nice cause I get to spend all of it with my girl, so yeah.” Joe smiled. He didn’t talk about you often in interviews or press conferences because he liked to keep that part of his life pretty private. However, Joe didn’t mind gushing about you or your relationship every once in a while. The fans deserved to know how much he adores you.

A different reporter spoke up, “Will we be seeing an engagement in the future?”

Joe shrugged as a sly grin made its way onto his face, “Maybe.”

That’s all the confirmation the reporters and the football world needed. You were going to be Joe Burrow’s girl forever.

hey loves!!

first blurb of the night!🤩 this was a bit on the shorter side, but all blurbs will be different lengths depending on the concept and idea i get.

i’ll be posting some more in a bit :)

feel free to send me more ideas!! i won’t get to them tonight, but definitely in the next couple blurb nights!🤍

[lithium80writer]

Fantasy (EddieXReaderXBilly)

PART ONE

Four part series of nothin’ but smut ⚠️ Warning: Explicit sexual content. 18+ MINORS DNI ⚠️

Summary: Your boyfriend, Eddie Munson, asks you what your biggest fantasy is and you're hesitant to tell him. Will he allow it to come true?

***********

You were laying on the floor of your apartment in a big t-shirt and panties, staring up at the ceiling.

"This shit is strong, Eds." you say exhaling the smoke.

He leans over and kisses your cheek before stealing the joint for himself.

Eddie Munson. Your boyfriend of four years now. You had met in High School. Started with flirty glances here and there and ended up with the two of you in his van every lunch period.

"Biggest fantasy. Go!" Eddie says as he grins over at you.

"Sexual?"

"Duh."

"I don't know." you lie, hoping he can't see your face turning red with the dim lighting.

"There's gotta be something." he scoots closer as he takes another hit.

"I don't know." you say again, shrugging lightly.

"Anything. Some secret fantasy. You always take care of me, baby." he drawls as he leans over and plants a kiss on your lips.

The two of you loved to experiment. He was right.. you've done basically anything he could want at this point.

You've watched him while he had sex with someone else. You've brought other girls home. Threesomes, foursomes. Toys, movies, role play, rough sex, extremely rough sex.

And you enjoyed every minute of it. It was fun for both of you. But now he was asking what you wanted. And it made you a little nervous.

My desire. My fantasy.

I did have a fantasy.. but he won't like it.

You shrugged again and he rolled over on top of you. You felt the warmth of his body weight pressing against you. He kissed your neck lightly before meeting your ear.

"Tell me, sweetheart. Whatever it is." he whispered deeply in your ear.

Billy Hargrove.

Eddie was never a fan of him in school. But it was something you had thought about for a long time. You had craved him back then before you and Eddie got together. And sometimes.. sometimes you still did.

But you wanted them both. Together.

"You won't like it." you sigh as he kisses your neck again. His lips begin to suck a small mark and his fingers trail up your arm lightly.

"Try me." he mumbles into your neck.

"It's a threesome.." you start and he chuckles immediately.

"Why wouldn't I like that?" he laughs as he sits up, pulling you with him. You straddle his lap and look into his brown eyes.

You lean down to kiss his lips softly as his hands rest on your ass.

"It's not the what, it's the who." you say as you place your hands on his shoulders. His eyes narrow a bit and you take a deep breath.

"Billy." you finally say.

"Who?"

"Billy... you know.."

Eddie stares at you. "As in Hargrove?" he says flatly.

You nod slightly and as you take a piece of his long hair and twirl it between your fingers.

"You want me to have a threesome with Billy Hargrove?" Eddie stares at you in shock.

You go to climb off his lap and he pulls you back instantly.

"I told you, you wouldn't like it." you groan and his eyes search your face.

"Y/n, I just.. I need to process for a second." he sighs deeply. You watch him carefully as his face changes from stunned back to normal.

"That's your big fantasy, huh? Billy Hargrove?"

You nod as you feel a blush creep over your cheeks.

"He is... well I guess he's alright." Eddie starts. "If you're into all those muscles and abs and bad boy stuff.. and well his eyes are nice.. very blue..."

"Eddie?"

"Hmm.. sorry." He shakes his head and leans in closer.

"What makes you think he would even do it?" Eddie asks and you feel an excitement building in your stomach.

He's not saying no.

You run your finger down his jawline softly. "I don't know if he will. But you asked for my biggest fantasy.. and now you know." your hand makes its way to the back of his neck. You pull him close and kiss him hard.

His tongue slips in your mouth and you wrap your legs around his waist as he leans back down, laying you on the ground. He pulls away and his lips rest against yours.

"You would have a better chance of fucking him alone." Eddie says, his lips tickling yours as he speaks.

"I want you both." you whisper back and he kisses you again. His lips move to your neck again and your head falls back against the soft carpet.

"You want us both?" he burns against your neck as his hand creeps up your thigh.

"Yes." you breathe.

"You want him to fuck you while I watch? That could be fun." Eddie's voice is low in your ear. His breath sends tingles throughout your entire body.

"Yes.." you sigh as his fingers move your panties to the side. He slips one finger into your warmth, feeling your excitement immediately.

"Oh fuck. You do want him don't you? You want to know what he feels like inside of you?" Eddie moans as he adds another finger.

Your fingers dig into his shoulder as he begins to slide his fingers in and out of your soaked pussy.

"Yes, baby." you admit, moaning loudly.

"Mmm.. you're a bad girl, y/n. If you're this excited... I might have to let him fuck you." Eddie growls as his fingers slowly pump in and out.

"Eddiee.." you whine, grinding your hips against his hand. It never takes long for you to cum on his hand. His fingers are fucking magic.

"Tell me what else you want." Eddie says nibbling on your ear. He speeds up even more bringing you closer and closer as he fucks you with his hand.

You feel your body tense up.. you're already so close. His fingers curl perfectly, stroking your g spot every time. "I want... fuck, Eddie.."

You struggle to speak as his fingers begin to move faster. Rougher.

"Say it." he orders.

"I want.. oh fuck.. I want you both." you whimper, listening to the wet sounds of his fingers thrusting in and out.

"You want both of us inside of you? Is that it?" Eddie hisses as his fingers work quickly.

"Yes!" you cry.

"You wanna be a little slut? It might hurt baby, you sure you want that?" his fingers are moving at an insane pace now. Your body jerks with every thrust of his hand.

"Yes!" you cry out again and he moans deeply.

"We're gonna fuck you so hard.. you want us to destroy you, don't you? You want us to destroy that pussy?" Eddie chuckles as you squirm beneath him.

"Yes! Baby, yes!" you squeal as you feel your muscles spasm around his fingers. Your back arches off the floor as you cum on his hand.

Eddie works you through your orgasm slowly. A moan escapes his lips as he watches your body shudder under him. You struggle to calm your breathing as your back falls to the floor.

He hooks his arm under you and lifts you up to meet his eyes.

"Find him. Set it up." he says simply before kissing you once and walking away.

Holy shit.

Part one of four. 🖤 Parts 2-4 found here

[danikamariewrites]

Nice to Meet You (part 2)

Helion x reader

A/n: someone in the comments of pt 1 suggested pt 2 and I couldn’t stop thinking about it

Warnings: none

Standing against the wall of the school auditorium you pick at the skirt of your dress. The children were buzzing with excitement as were a few other teachers and staff members. The High Lord himself was visiting today. You were told he does this at the start of each school year. It’s to, ‘inspire the children to work hard’ one of the older teachers had told you.

You were nervous. You never met the High Lord of Spring in all the time that you lived there. Tamlin had a complicated relationship with his people, even before Feyre. At times you could still feel the ghost of the ornate owl mask you had been stuck in for 50 years.

Your fingers brushed your cheek, lost in your memories of the thing that hid you for decades. It had been agonizing. That’s why you wanted to be so open to people now. You were happy to no longer be stifled by the mask.

Clapping brought you out of your thoughts. You joined in to make it look like you had been paying attention. As High Lord Helion walked out to address the school your jaw dropped. It was the male you met at the confectionery shop over a week ago.

One of the teachers around your age, Marceline, elbowed you after noticing your expression. “He’s gorgeous isn’t he?” She said with a bright smile. He is, but that’s not why you were shocked. You decided to keep the fact that you met him earlier to yourself. It was clear Helion was desirable and you didn’t want to make anyone jealous. Or make yourself a target.

As Helion gave his speech you couldn’t take your eyes off him. He was so kind and genuine in the shop. You had no idea he was the High Lord. And you can’t lie you were very attracted to him and had hoped you’d see him again.

Helion’s eyes met yours as he was giving his closing remarks. He paused for a moment and you gave him a light smile, standing a bit straighter. He finished and the room erupted in cheers again. Helion gave a wave, walking off to meet with the headmaster.

You wrangled your class, all still excited from seeing their High Lord visit. One little boy pulled at your skirt, looking down he asks, “Ms. Y/n, do you think Lord Helion will visit our class?” His big eyes hopeful. “Maybe Noah.”

After getting them back to the classroom and feeding them snack, it was time for their outdoor time. After they left you sat down at your desk to make sure you had everything prepared for the children’s afternoon lesson.

A soft knock on the open door had your head snapping toward the mystery guest. You froze as you saw Helion smirking at you. Remembering his title you quickly stand and curtesy, “High Lord, its an honor.”

Helion strides over to you, lightly holding your hand, “Please, y/n, just Helion is fine.” He chuckles. You blush and bite your lip. “Sorry. I’m a little flustered. I had no idea that you were High Lord when I met you.” He chuckles again. You loved that sound, it was light and carefree.

Mother above, you do have a crush on him. You hadn’t been able to get him off your mind since you met. And you couldn’t deny that he was very attractive.

“Not many do.” You crane your neck to look at him. He still had that glow about him, making his golden eyes even more exquisite. You realize he’s still holding your hand. Looking down you notice it’s you still holding on tightly. “Oh, I’m sorry.” You drop his hand. Helion’s face falls slightly, upset at the loss of contact.

“It’s alright.” A short, awkward silence falls between you. He breaks it quickly, “how are you settling in?”

“Great, everyone has been so nice and the school is wonderful. You were actually the first person outside of school that I introduced myself to.” His smile comes back at that. “Really?” You nod excitedly.

You swear you saw a blush creep on Helion’s cheeks. It was cute, his shy demeanor was surprising. He seemed like he was always confident.

Helion clears his throat, “I have to get going, but I would love to take you out to dinner. You haven’t escaped my mind since I laid eyes on you, so please allow me the honor of taking you on a date?”

You felt your eyes widen and your face heat. Your heart felt like it was going to break through your chest at any moment. “I would love that.” You said, as calmly as you could manage. You both breathed out a sigh of relief.

The bell rang, signaling the children would be returning in a moment. Helion started to back out of the room, his eyes still on you. “I’ll pick you up at seven tomorrow night.” “Ok.” “Until tomorrow night then.” Helion sketched a bow, turning on his heel and disappearing down the hall.

You were absolutely giddy with excitement. It looks like you’re move was just the thing you needed.

tags: @nyotamalfoy @auggiesolovey @bubybubsters @baybay123455 @msiecrane

[catscidr]

We need more of natural remedy!! 😭 expect with comfort and the reader starts to get better maybe?💕

im so glad you enjoyed it nonnie ueue i was talking about it to my friend and told him i felt like it was the opposite of my magnum opus bc i disliked how i wrote it so much LMAOO im happy it was an enjoyable read!! ur making me all mushy and uegfnshjns (༎ຶ⌑༎ຶ) ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ cw: fluff, comfort, established relationship, proofread only a lil includes: gn!reader, childe wc: 1,1k -ˋˏ continuation to this mini fic! (but this can be read without reading part 1 prior)

Waking up is always a gamble when you’ve been sick for a while. Will today finally be the day that you can get out of bed, or will you be forced to rot in bed again, enduring whatever bullshit a higher power decided to throw in your face by making your body fight some miniscule bacteria in your system? Falling ill is something everyone can relate to, and you (unfortunately) weren’t an exception. 

However, when opening your eyes, you find yourself able to think clearly (or as clearly as you can when waking up on a regular day). You rub your eyes clean of the crust, a sign that you’ve slept decently well, and look at your surroundings. Your legs were tangled in your bed sheets, your hair all messy, you even had some dried saliva on the corner of your mouth from when you had switched from breathing through your nose to becoming a mouth-breather during the night... but nothing too out of the ordinary. 

Relieved that today seemed to be starting off relatively well, you untangle yourself from the duvet (you make a mental note to wash them later, they still vaguely smelled of perspiration from when you had sweat through them the day before) and hop out of bed. To excited to finally have working muscles, you get up too fast and feel your knees buckle beneath your weight as you fall against the side of the bed with a quiet oof. 

The noise startled a certain someone awake, quiet groaning making itself heard on the other side of the bed. Still half asleep, you don’t register that the noise wasn’t from your imagination, but was from your lover, Tartaglia. When it finally does click, you tiptoe your way around the bed and lean down to brush ginger locks away from his face and watch how his brows furrow as a result. 

“Nnnh... too bright,” he grumbles quietly, burrowing his face in the blanket covering his body. You chuckle softly, kneeling on the floor and resting your chin on the bed to lessen the strain on your (still tired) legs from crouching. 

“‘M sorry I woke you,” you say quietly, pulling the sheet away from his face, just enough to free his mouth from having his voice get muffled from the fabric. The redhead murmurs a quiet it’s fine and stretches his legs, dubious noise leaving his lips. 

As he sat up straight and rubbed his eyes, Tartaglia sniffled and cracked one eye open to assess your state. Physically you looked fine, maybe a bit disheveled from having woken up barely five minutes ago, but overall, nothing that screamed “Hey I’m sick as balls and I can’t function”. A satisfied hum leaves him as he leans over you to press a gentle kiss on your forehead, your stomach fluttering at the sweet gesture. 

“Nice to see you up and awake,” he says, voice rumbling from his vocal cords not having been used for a couple of hours. You nod in response, standing up from your kneeling position and dust your knees off, stretching your arms over your head. 

“Mhm. I’m glad I finally have the energy to stand, at the very least.” Slipping your feet into your warm house slippers, you wait for him to get up as well, observing the way his shirt rode up to reveal strong, freckled skin beneath it. You felt the urge to pepper him in kisses as thanks for him taking care of you for the past couple of days but push it down as soon as you hear (and feel) your stomach rumbling. A sheepish smile creeps its way onto your face as Tartaglia slowly turns his head to look at you, one brow raised, and both eyes narrowed in your direction. 

“You’re hungry,” he mumbles, almost accusatory. “Told you that you should’ve eaten something yesterday,” he adds in a way that almost makes him sound like he’s... sulking? 

“I know, I’m sorry,” you huff, a bashful flush appearing on your cheeks. “I was just so tired,” you add with your cheeks puffed out, standing your ground. No way was he going to make you feel guilty for wanting to sleep of all things. 

Unable to keep up his irritated façade, Tartaglia smiles at you. He stands up, putting on his slippers as well and ruffles your hair affectionately. A noise of surprise leaves you as you turn to face him, watching his figure retreat out of the bedroom door and into the hallway leading towards the kitchen. 

“Hey, what was that for!” you huff, catching up to him easily, his lazy strides not making it all that hard to stay away from you. Tartaglia simple chuckles, the sound easing your nerves at least slightly. 

“Mm, payback.” He responds with a lazy smile, opening the fridge and taking some fruits out. Some raspberries, blueberries and other various small fruits to snack on until he decides to make a better breakfast. He places them on the table- in which you eagerly sit at, tossing the berries in your mouth with a delighted hum. 

“Thanks for helping me bathe last night,” you say softly, watching the redhead take some ingredients out of the fridge and the pantry, placing them on the counter. He takes a large pout from one of the cupboards before glancing back at you and flashing you a coy smile. 

“Mm, ‘course. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t help my beloved in their time of need?” he says dramatically, turning his attention away from you and back to the pot in his hands. He fills it up with water, the sound echoing in the bowl, effectively muffling the sound of Tartaglia sniffling for a second time this morning. 

You shrug, picking out a few raspberries out from their container and tossing them in your mouth. Silently, you bask in the joy of being able to properly breathe through your nose, lounging in your chair. You did feel better, however you still felt slightly weak from not doing anything for days on end. Just as you were about to speak up and mention how funny it was that Tartaglia hadn’t gotten sick even though he’d been sticking to your side like glue, he sneezes. 

You jump in surprise, caught off guard by the sheer intensity of the sneeze. He wipes his nose, back still facing you- almost hoping you didn’t hear it. But how could you possibly not have heard it when it was loud enough to wake up whatever wildlife was hanging around your humble cabin? 

Shoulders slumping, you heave out an exasperated groan, holding back a laugh from the pure absurdity of your situation. You get up and grab a box of tissues for him, handing it to him as you pat his back reassuringly. Of course he would get sick now of all times. You still can’t help but to tease him, though. 

“...Did you have to sneeze in the pot?”

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I rewatched with my younger cousin Carmen sandiego and was thinking....

What if reader was an infamous theft criminal (cheeky little shit) and then there's saitama who is likely annoyed or just has pure excitement and determination because he keeps letting her slip from his grasp like bitchbsiwjke-

This is literally a Batman Catwoman and enemies to lovers sort of vibe

- ❤️

(omg the idea of Saitama letting shit like this slide is like him totally edging himself fr asdfghjkl I'm so into it. I hope the wait for this was worth it for you! Sorry I took so long. I really need to write more enemies to lovers fr 🤧)

Brief Encounter (Saitama/Criminal!Reader)

Saitama thought today was a good day to get his grocery shopping done to get it out of the way. Who knows how busy the week is going to be? There are always monsters, and crime, and ridiculous prices on fresh vegetables. It's sort of consistent...chaotic, but consistent.

It's nice having sunsets to look at on a walk, between the colors in the sky and what it makes everything else look like in its light. Sometimes that blue sky can be a bit of an eyesore. Just too bright sometimes. The buildings above cast large shadows that make everything less obnoxious and more calming.

Beside him, he notices a small moment in the shadow of a building that just catches his eye by instinct. He follows the shadow with his eyes up to where it's coming from. Is it a cat? He wouldn't mind seeing one right now.

"Oh, seriously?" Saitama groans, realizing it's a familiar figure creeping around subtly on top of the building.

There's you too. You mean trouble. Someone he thought was just a petty criminal at first that the police could manage has made a real name for herself. In such a short time as well. He can't deny that's rather impressive.

He really doesn't get you. All this skill and potential you have is just going to waste on dumb things. The way you act towards him, too. Well, it makes him feel weird, is the best he can describe. You're really weird...and persistent about it...

He sighs to himself as he makes his way to the building you're likely going to cross, scaling it with one jump and blocking your path.

"Hey! Don't tell me you're doing what I think you're doing."

The sudden unexpected appearance of him surprises you, making you stop dead in your tracks. He isn't wearing his hero suit today, though, he's rather casual. A rare sight for you since your encounters are typically "professional" in nature. You straighten up with a smile as you take in his nice look.

"...Well if you must know, I haven't even done anything, yet! What, were you spying on me?" You tease.

"Yet? It's kinda early in the week for your nonsense, isn't it?" he replies, ignoring your question.

"And you're keeping tabs on my habits?" you laugh as you place a hand on your hip, "Saitama, am I really on your mind that much?"

It crosses Saitama's mind how casual he's gotten with this criminal. They even know each other's names now, along with, well, yeah, he's gotten pretty familiar with her habits.

"Don't get the wrong idea here. You might just be getting predictable."

"Oh, predictable? Is that it? Could you explain to me, then, why a hero goes out of his way to chase me down but not catch me? Really, if I'm so predictable I'd be easy to ignore and avoid. Or maybe...tattle and get me caught?"

Getting called out like that makes his face break its poker expression for a more irritated one. His eyes can't decide whether to stay on yours, or the sway of your hips as you make your way to him, but he remains grounded.

"I'm not gonna go out of my way to do the police's job. It's not worth wasting my time on, anyway. Like I said before, though, you should really sit and consider your potential to be a hero if you're this good at what you do."

He does flinch a bit when your face slowly leans in closer to his, with his cheeks dusting a shade of pink.

"Then why "waste" your time following me like this, hm?" you purr, "You just that nice of a guy? Trying to be everyone's hero?"

The corner of his mouth twitches slightly, with his brows setting a bit lower as his pupils dance from side to side, taking in the color of your eyes, and down to your lips.

"Seriously, ____? This is getting pretty cheesy," he dodges the question. His whole body now draws back a bit as you close in more, trying to keep space so your lips don't brush.

You reach up and grab his blushing cheeks to stop him from going any further, letting your eyes fall to his lips before looking back up. You can't feel the warmth of any breath from him. He's holding it.

"Mm, I like the way my name sounds when you say it~"

There's a darker shade that tints his cheeks hearing that. He lets a silence draw out before he shakes his head from your grasp then steps away, pushing you back with his hand to your shoulder and looking to his side.

"...Now you quit that," he mumbles.

"You know as much as I love to sit and chat with you, I really do have somewhere to be," you say as you side step around him, "I would hate to be late."

"You really get on my nerves...," He grumbles to himself, now trying to just avoid being close by letting you get around him.

"So I do have an effect on you?" You ask, turning your head back to him.

Saitama stares you down as he looks at the corners of your mouth tugging up. He points a finger at you, his face unchanging.

"You need to get your act cleaned up...and your attitude. It's gonna all come back to you one day. I don't think you can handle the taste of your own medicine."

"Well, if you ever have a day where you're more free, I can show you exactly what I can handle~"

The sultry sound of your voice sent with a wink makes the hand that pointed at you clench into a fist, redness sinking into Saitama's face deeper, "Will you- will you quit that!?"

"Enjoy your day off, Saitama!"

"Now wait a seco-"

A loud pop rings out before smoke fills his field of vision.

"Smoke Bomb?! THAT WAS REALLY CLICHE!" He shouts as his eyes navigate through the thick smoke. It wasn't hard to catch your location again, watching you run off. To him it's almost baffling. He could easily catch you. Hell, he could snatch you up and have you thrown in jail by lunchtime.

Yet he watches you make your escape, his eyes following the movement of your legs, up to your behind, your back, until you're out of his line of sight completely.

Saitama let's out a long sigh while he pinches the bridge of his nose, "This lady...I swear...why do I keep letting this slide?"

He rubs the tingling parts of his cheeks where you touched him as he starts walking off, grumbling to himself.

[nomicskeleton]

I have a idea for requests (if u comfortable with)! Its angsty but not at same time. Albedo/Xiao/Kazuha (if you comfortable with) shy s/o accidently confess them after that s/o crys and appologies bcs s/o thinks they will never ever any gets love. I hope u will ve have nice day or night or evening :3

DIDN'T MEAN TO SAY 'I LOVE YOU'

pairings: albedo, xiao x shy gn! reader

genres: angst to fluff

warning: insecurities, anxiety, crying, mentions of blood and bruises, all lowercase

(a/n): anon, y'know that i live for angst stories (cuz i'm a masochist) so i'm glad that someone finally requested this genre :") sorry that i won't include kazuha here cuz i'm running outta idea??hh and.. i don't like how this thread turns out tho but ANYWAY, HOPE YOU LIKE THIS AND SORRY FOR WAITING TOO LONG

ALBEDO:

who didn't adore this alchemist? aside from being an alchemy prodigy, he mastered the art so well. he indeed was such a talented being.

you had developed a crush on him a long time ago but you never dared to confess it since you felt your feeling would be a burden on him.

one day when you were trying to make your way to albedo's lab on dragonspine, a herd of hilichurls suddenly ambushed you.

being a person that didn't master any weapon and didn't receive a vision, you started overthinking if this was your end.

but the sound of blade thrusting and painful yelps of the hilichurls boomed your ears as you slowly watched over just to see them laying on a thick duvet of snow and dissipating in the air.

you couldn't help but let the tears out in terrified. not because of your knight in shining armor—albedo—killing monsters in front of you, but you were just too scared of the situation you were in.

"are you all right?" the blonde offered you his gloved hand.

you looked at him, tears brimming your eyes. the alchemist looked so ethereal with his glimmering teal eyes and ashy blond locks dancing in the freezing air of dragonspine.

why are you so pretty and strong? you make me fall in love again, you thought and soon saw a faint blush creep up the alchemist's cheeks. your eyes widened after a minute passed, you didn't just say that out loud right?!

you didn't spare a second for albedo to speak as you rambled panically about how you were so sorry to confess, that you were not worthy of receiving his love, and such.

"y/n," albedo cupped your cheeks, making you stop rambling. seeing you trembling made his chest twist. "who said that you're not worthy, hm? i'm glad that you reciprocate my feeling."

your world stopped, utterly shocked from the words albedo had uttered. the alchemist read your expression as a sigh and small smile plastered on his mouth, the blush on his face remained. "yes, y/n. i love you too." he spoke, rubbing your blushing cheeks with his thumbs. "now, let's go to my camp. it's freezing."

XIAO:

when he rescued you from a herd of treasure hoarders, your heart skipped a beat seeing his swift and strong movements. within a brief moment, he could take down the herd and your jaw dropped in awe.

the moment his sharp golden irises landed on your e/c ones, you felt your fear and panic feelings were now replaced by a foreign feeling. your heart was drumming that you were scared he might hear it.

"call my name—adeptus xiao, if you need help." as he said that, the mist surrounded him and his figure was nowhere to be found.

when you visited wangshu inn for delivering stuff, you decided to get some fresh air after a long day of work. as you went upstairs, your eyes widened at the sight of xiao's back. he was standing on the balcony, facing the illuminating moon.

your eyes lit in excitement and you called him, making his head turn around. you suddenly felt awkward but tried to make some small talk anyway. to your surprise, he just gave you short replies and sounded annoyed and cold. heartbroken? yes, pretty much since he seemed to not enjoy your encounter.

verr goldet noticed and told you that was his usual self. she tried to cheer you up and said almond tofu was the best option to summon him.

it turned out right. the sight of his cheeks puffing as he munched the tofu delightfully made you want to run laps. your visits to wangshu inn were more often despite him telling you not to call him if it wasn't necessary, but he still came though.

one time when you summoned him and he appeared in front of you, you were surprised at his state. cuts and blood stained his skin, the look on his face obviously told you that he was in hurt even though he tried to hide the pain.

"no need to be so dramatic, i received these occasionally. not a big deal." xiao whipped his head away as you tried to treat his wounds.

"h-how can i be not upset when the person i like gets hurt—" you immediately shut up realizing what you just spoke.

xiao slowly turned at you as you started to feel embarrassed. "what...?" he whispered.

you stuttered out several apologies and instantly walked off, but xiao could still hear you mumble "i don't deserve you".

the adeptus was taken aback, he realized that you both shared somehow a similar mindset but the small sparking weird feeling in his heart said otherwise. he wanted to tell you that you were worthy and need not be so unconfident. he teleported in front of you and froze at his spot while facing your shocked face.

"i... enjoy your company." he spoke with a low voice, face burning red and his eyes looking down. "so, don't say that."

xiao disappeared through the mist as soon he finished his words. you were left there dumbfounded, didn't believe what he just spoke. your heart drummed so rapidly as his words repeated in your mind like a broken radio.

[holylulusworld]

Quick. Chris Evans. Puppy interview. Thoughts.

Puppy Love

Summary: You are the one. Your boss wants you to do the puppy interview with Chris Evans.

Pairing: Chris Evans x fem!Reader

Warnings: fluff, puppies, so many puppies, implied flirting, language

A/N: So anon, you made me write this one. It's your fault completely.

Divider by @firefly-graphics

“ME? Really? I can do the interview,” you squeal as your boss just told you the interview you wanted to do so badly is all yours. “I’m going to interview Chris Evans while he plays with puppies. OH, MY FUCKING GOD!”

“Jesus, get a hold of yourself,” your boss grumbles. He doesn’t understand that it was your dream to interview Chris Evans since you first saw him in a movie. “Do not make me regret I chose you. I only gave you the interview as you are good with dogs and know everything about Chris Evans. Don’t embarrass us in front of him.”

“Sir, I’m always professional. Being a fan of Mr. Evans won’t turn me into a creep fangirl ruining the interview,” you don’t tell your boss that your heart threatens to jump out of your chest or that you are excited to finally meet your favorite actor. “I’ll check on the questions people sent to us.”

“Good…that’s good. We have been waiting for Mr. Evans to do this interview. Don’t mess up,” you’d like to roll your eyes but stop yourself to not ruin your chance to interview Chris Evans.

You do a little dance the moment your boss is out of sight. “Girl, get a hold of yourself. You need to calm the fuck down and not jump at Chris Evans,” you scold. “Now take a deep breath and act professionally.”

“Mr. Evans, I’m honored to meet you. May I introduce you to Ms. Y/N Y/L/N?” your boss hastily says. “She will do the interview.”

“Oh, hello. Nice to meet you,” Chris' eyes already drift toward the puppies, and you chuckle as he excitedly picks one of them up as the little dog just ran off. “I guess he can smell Dodger on me.”

“I guess,” you crouch down to pick another puppy up. “They’re on the run, Kerry. We are not ready yet.”

“Sorry,” Kerry runs after the next bunch of puppies, struggling to keep up with the puppies. “This never happened before.”

“They are as excited as I’m for the interview,” you nod at Chris, smiling softly as he refuses to let go of the puppy he captured. “Where did you get the puppies?”

“Oh, a friend of mine works at an animal shelter. They had a pregnant dog. Its owner couldn’t keep the poor soul. He got sick and—” your boss clears his throat, telling you to stop babbling. “Anyways. We asked her if we can borrow the dogs. I hope many people see the interview and are willing to adopt one of the dogs.”

Chris watches you kiss the head of the puppy you captured. “A cute one,” he muses as you look down at the puppy in your arms, sighing. “Do you have a dog too?”

“I got two German shepherds,” you guide Chris toward the puppies while Kerry tries to keep them from running the actor over. “They are troublemakers.”

“What are their names?” you feel like Chris is the interviewer. He sits on the ground, holding out his arms for the puppies as Kerry finally releases the furry pack. “If I may ask.”

“Sure. Their names are Max and Charlie. I got them from the same animal shelter,” as Chris is busy getting “attacked” by the puppies, you decide to sit next to him. You look at the cameraman, nodding as he gives you a thumb up.

“I like the names. Are they around too? Can I see them?” you chuckle at Chris’ eagerness to see more dogs today.

“They are out with my dog sitter, or rather my sister has them today. I can’t bring them here, so I try to make sure someone is taking care of them while I’m at work,” you explain, just watching Chris play with the puppies.

He has this cute smile on his face as he looks at the puppies. Chris doesn’t look like a famous actor right now. He looks more like a little boy seeing puppies for the very first time.

“Let’s start with the questions, shall we?” Chris is so distracted by the puppies that he can barely hear you. He laughs and chuckles as one of the puppies starts to lick his hand. “Aw, you found a special friend.”

“Questions, right,” he finally looks at you, smiling wildly. “Shoot me.”

“I—uh,” Chris looks at the puppies gathered around your friend who tries to bring them back to the animal shelter. “Did I answer a single question?” you laugh at his question. “I got a little carried away.“

“Don’t worry. You did well. I struggled to keep my hands off y—,” there is something in his eyes for a moment before it’s gone. You bite your tongue and shake your head,” the puppies.” You hastily add. An awkward second ticks by and then another before you continue. “You answered all questions. We must bring the puppies back now.”

“Wait—” he suddenly places his hand on your shoulder. “Can I…I mean…”

“You want to adopt one, right?” he nods eagerly, laughing as you pick the one he cuddled the most up. “That one?”

“Dodger will love having a little brother,” Chris is all jittery when you place the puppy in his arms. “Where do I sign up for adopting him?”

“Just a minute. I’ll ask my friend.”

“After we are done here,” he steps a little closer to look down at you, smirking as you nervously play with your phone, “I’d like to meet your dogs too…”

>> Part 2

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[cauldron-of-oddities]

Many birds, including owls and crows, have better vision than humans. Very useful when you're out looking for spare parts, or when you want to find a cool trinket to gift to your love friend.

Love the idea of Powder flying about looking for a perfect gift, afterall gift giving it is one of her love languages.

Summary Powder sets out to find a perfect thank-you gift with her newly enhanced sight. She finds it, and she and Ekko have their first date outing after her birthday.

I spy with my little eye

She sees things just a little differently as a crow. It's all just a bit brighter, a bit more colourful (which she loves), and a bit sharper. actually much sharper. And she thinks finally now she has an up in finding all the good things.

Perched in the Entresol. A mix of Zaunites and those few ‘brave’ and ‘adventurous’ pilties who would come down to see the sights or do ‘business’ walk by. The first came in two sorts, generally the ‘oh how novel’ and ‘look at what I dare’ in the sunken city of birds, and the second usually greed driven, their fancy coats did not make up for that.

How the Pilties never realised many of the birds of Zaun were actually its people continued to amaze her. She cackled, spooking someone passing by. Oh yeah, being a crow meant she could mimic sounds. Thus far, it had been a right hoot. Speaking of hoot, she was on a mission.

Gift. Ekko. Now what? Would he like it? She thanked the stars that the birds couldn't blush. She was still feeling all fuzzy. His words from her birthday happily bounced in her mind, leaving her wondering just how she could share how that had made her feel. How it made her feel like a swarm of sparrows wanted to escape her, how it had left her warm. How thankful she was, how she lo…liked him. He gave her the most wonderful things both in objects and words, and she really wanted to return the gesture, so that was what she would do.

Looking down at the streets again, she thought there was one thing those obtuse pilties were good for, namely dropping things. The value of the object really didn't seem to matter to them. Or it mattered way too much. With that, she scans her potential victims.

There! Something glints, not on a person or one of the stalls but on one of the piles of discarded mechanical pieces. It's piled high, and most wouldn't be able to pick anything useful out. But there in the pile is something blue, really, really blue. Blue, which she saw so much better these days.

Buried under all sorts of scrap metal was a little container holding something that was sparkling blue.

With her beak and small talons, she carefully removed pieces of scrap until a small metal and glass container, holding a shard of blue crystal, appeared. It buzzed with energy. Could it be something to power their projects? A battery? It was pretty, probably useful. It was perfect.

“Hey there, nice birdy, hold still birdy.” She hears from behind her. There's a rather tall and boring looking pilty creeping up to her.

Who did this jock think he was? And was he reaching for her hard sought gift? With an angry cawing and pecking at this dullard's too large hands, she quickly picks up the little vessel in her talons and flies away.

In the distance, she thought she heard a dismayed “Shit! My test shard” Well, tough, it was on the discard pile. It was fair game.

Up in the air, she wondered what to do. She has her gift. Should she go wrap it? She's close to Benzo's shop, though, and she's way too excited by the potential of what she found. Lost for a moment, she gets caught off guard by a gust of wind and tumbles down. Luckily, not far enough to do damage, she shifts as she hits the roof of Benzo's shop.

“Hi Pow!” Ekko's suddenly in front of her, and of course, she looks like she'd been through a turbine. To distract from her mortification, she shoves the little bright container to him.

“Here!"

“Wow, what is it?”

“No idea, but it has some sort of energy in it, a battery maybe and it's pretty and you like blue and I thought um, it's for you.” Could she get any more awkward, rushing out her reply like that? She peaks up at him.

Why does he look bashful now? “Thanks Pow” His voice is soft and pleased. He's quiet for a moment before a grin splits his face.

“Want to get a bite at Jericho's and brainstorm?” He asks.

She scraped enough of her senses together to enthusiastically nod.

Jericho greets them and sets them in a corner with a small plate of snacks. Powder thinks they must have been sitting there for hours, their heads close together throwing ideas about what the pretty crystal could be, about how to use the energy it clearly could make. “You should see it with your owl eyes. It'll be spectacularly glowly then.” she tells him.

Too soon, it's dark and getting cooler, and their ideas start to slow. A breeze passed, and she rubbed her arms as a shiver ran through her. She's not ready for today to end. It's too much fun, and she will not give in to being a little chilled. “Here.” is all she hears as warmth enveloped her. She realises Ekko had slipped his hoodie over her. Before she realised it, she nuzzled into it. He holds his hand out to her. "Come on, I'll walk you home."

He walks her back to the Last Drop. Ekko pocketed his gift in his pouch and wrapped in a scrap of fabric, and took her hand. That was nice. Almost home, he squeezed his hand around hers and told her thanks for the gift. She really feels fluttery now and really doesn't want to let go, but suddenly she's home and her hand is instantly cold when he lets go.

Powder kicks her toes a few times and bites her lip. It feels wrong to just say bye and go inside. When she looks up at him, an impulse takes her. She leans up and kisses him on the cheek. “Bye” she rushes out and runs inside past a bemused Vander at the bar and down the stairs to her bed before she can burst into flames.

It was late but not late enough for the others to be sleeping. Luckily, the bedroom seemed to be empty. Alas, it was not.

“Soooooo, how was your date?” Eying her little sister's red face cuddling up in what had to be Ekko's hoodie.

“It wasn't a date!” How she wished it was.

“I just wanted to say thank you…” her voice sounded bashful even to her own ears.

“Sure looked like a date from where I was perched.”

“Wait! Were you spying on me!?”

“What can I say, Powpow you need to start looking a bit further.”

With that, Powder launched herself at her sister with a pillow.

Outside with burning ears and a delighted grin, Ekko stands for a moment, fingers running over his cheek. It seemed he would need to up his game if this was the result.

[straw-hat-steph]

How I feel about WHO ??

Sebastian X GN Farmer - (dialogue heavy) one shot

Just over 800 words

The idea for this came from completing Leah’s six heart event in an attempt to be friends with everyone on my save file. You can mentally swap out Sebastian for another partner if you want! (as long as it isn’t Leah of course)

“Someone just knocked on the door !”

“Okay dont worry I’ll get it”

Half putting on their boots and half stumbling, y/n makes it to the front door. It’s not unusual for someone to be here during this time, offering seeds or stray pets but it's still exciting nonetheless, especially considering the farmer has been making an effort to become friends with more people in town.

“Oh Leah ! Hi” y/n said once they opened the door, surprised to see a new friend

“Hello y/n, beautiful day isnt it ? i hope its not too early but i have brought you a gift”

On the other side of the door, Sebastian’s interest is peaked, he picks up a fussing baby from the floor and slowly walks towards the entrance of the house.

“It’s a sculpture I’ve been working on, just for you” Leah explained, earning very different looks of shock and awe from both the farmer and Sebastian.

Y/n reaches out for the sculpture and places it delicately on the porch beside them.

“It’s called… ‘How i feel about y/n’. I hope you like it” the artist continues.

“It’s amazing Leah thank you so much but you didn't have to”

“Oh don't worry about it! You’ve been so nice to me lately, bringing me salads and bottles of wine from your farm. It’s a way of me repaying you”

“Well you didnt have to but thank you so much, I’ll have to find the perfect spot for it”

Y/n briefly looked round to see their husband looking at them from the kitchen with a puzzled look on their face.

“Okay well I wont keep you for any longer. Are you coming to the stardrop tonight ?”

“Yes I am! I have some diamonds and oranges that I need to give to Gus” Y/n exclaimed, happy that someone reminded them of their to-do list

“Okay?” Leah said, now sharing the same confused look as Sebastian “Well I’ll be sat at my regular table, I dont think Elliot is joining me anymore so it will be nice to have some company”

“Oh of course I’ll come over and say hello” the farmer smiled, excited to be making friends outside of their husband and his band mates.

After saying goodbye, y/n watches as Leah maneuvers around the various barns and coops before heading back down the path towards cindersap forest. They bring in the piece of art and look at their husband.

“That was nice of them-“

“How I feel about WHO?!” Sebastian shouted, a smile creeping onto their face, leaning on the kitchen counters like an angry parent.

Y/n pretends to tuck a piece of hair behind their ear before putting the piece down and walking up to Sebastian with outstretched arms.

“If you’re cheating on me you can just say so” He playfully bats the farmer away.

“Oh my god stop being so dramatic”

“No I mean it! I mean I would have to figure out how to get the kids’ beds in my moms basement but we would remain civil. As a child of divorce I understand completely”

“Please shut up she was just being nice”

Sebastian pulls the farmer in close, their faces even closer.

“We’re married with two kids and I’ve never made you a piece of art”

“Well maybe you should”

“Have you met my mum ?? Wood carving skills are in my genes”

“And yet here i am … artless”

Sebastian tips back his head and laughs. Y/n is so glad he’s not the jealous type.

“I guess after all this time, I didn’t realise I had competition”

“You got too comfortable then. My life is like a dating sim these days”

Y/n moves out of Sebastian’s arms and walks away, trying to carry on with whatever was happening before Leah showed up. Sebastian followed them anyway.

“Oh really?” He questioned, still smiling “tell me what else i have to compete with”

“Well … Elliot dedicated his new book to me”

Sebastian acts as if he’s been shot and stumbles slightly, making Y/n laugh this time

“And Shane let me meet his chickens”

He pretends to be shot in a different part of his body. Sometimes you wonder if anyone else sees how much of an idiot he really is.

“I can’t believe Shane showed you his c-“

“Chickens!” Y/n shouts while finally stepping out of the farmhouse door.

“I cant believe I’m in this house, raising our children and you’re flirting with all of Pelican Town!”

“But you’re the one I married” Y/n laughs “I guess something about the motorbike and board games put you above the rest”

“Good” he smiles before standing on his usual spot on the porch, watching their partner throw themselves into their work. It’s times like this when he thinks about how close he was to leaving this whole town and life behind.

BONUS:

“You’ve been staring at it for hours”

“I cant tell what its supposed to be”

“It’s how they feel about me”

“It’s weird”

“It’s art”

did you like it ?? you can find more here !!

[dae-daetargaryen]

The Fire Within Us - Chapter One

A sigh left her lips as she feels boredom creep into her soul, seeing the same people inside the keep. Oh, how she hated the way she pushed Alicent away a while ago, just because she wanted to be alone.

Rhaenyra hated being alone, but still denied it ever since he left a year ago.

She closed her eyes when she finally finds herself in the Godswood,leaning her back on the Weirwood Tree.This is the only place that calms

her, the place where they used to be together almost everyday.

Then Aemma would smile at the sight before her, their little dragon, wrapped in his embrace, both of them tired from playing, while Daemon sings to her.

Daemon…

Rhaenyra's eyes fluttered open when his name echoed in her thoughts.

Her uncle never stays, but never forgets to leave his darling niece such gifts that made Viserys jealous that he couldn't even get her those.

Daemon never forgets.

She unclasped the golden comb from the back of her head, her hair reverting back to its usual look.

She held the comb, pressing it to her heart, and hoped that her uncle would come home safely.

Yet, she got bored again, rising up and deciding to visit her mother.

"My darling girl," Her mother called out as soon as she walked into her room, her arms reaching out and Rhaenyra went in to embrace her.

"Mother," Rhaenyra greeted, breaking away from her.

"Are you comfortable?" She asked, worried about her mother's state,Aemma was pregnant again, granting Viserys another child, and they both hoped that it will be a boy.

Rhaenyra wasn't very excited, for she knows this is the boy her father always wanted. That explained why she is so fond of Daemon, he filled that void in her heart and showered her with attention like he was her father.

But she kept that to herself, and instead pretended to be grateful for she will have a sibling, if only for the sake of her parents."Cheer up, my love," Her mother cooed once she noticed her daughter's pained face. "No, its not like that, Mother, I-I am elated-"

Aemma shushed her. "I know what you are thinking and I am sorry for it, I know he is sorry, my little dove…"

Rhaenyra flashed a sad smile, " Yes..."

"Brione, come." Her mother called out to one of her handmaidens. "Can you fetch it, please?"

The girl quickly walked away and came back, carrying a small bag and sets it down in front of the princess.

"Someone left it for you," Her mother smiled, and watched as Rhaenyra carefully opened it.Her heart jumped as she picked up the contents.

Books, old books, the ones she had been begging him to get for her ever since he left.She looked up to see Aemma grinning at her, her hand carressing her stomach.

Daemon is here.

"Go," Her mother said, " Find him."

With that, Rhaenyra sprung to her feet and left a kiss to her cheek,sprinting out of the room while Aemma's adorable laugh echoed.

In the halls, Rhaenyra found Ser Harrold. "Have you happened to see my uncle, Ser?"

The princess asked and the Lord Commander nodded, escorting her as they made their way to the throne room.

"Does my father knows he's here?" Rhaenyra clasped her hands behind her back while she asked, the knight pausing to look at her.

"No." He said, carefully pushing one door open.

"Good."

The princess took a deep breath before they entered the room, and there he was, sitting on the Iron Throne.

"Gods be good," Ser Harrold rasped and scoffed.

But the princess couldn't help but melt at the sight of him, Dark Sister by his side, his mane fixed nicely, and his eyes settled on her from the moment she came in.

Rhaenyra smiled and looked up to the knight. "It's alright, Ser."

She lifts the hem of her dress slightly while she descends on the steps below.

"You can leave us, thank you."

She said when she noticed the knight,refusing to leave her.Right away, he nodded and left without another word.

"Sparo drīvose gaomā, kepus?" She said, her sly smile visible,walking slowly to him.

What do you think you're doing, Uncle?

Daemon sat there, and didn't even blink at the sight before him.

"Ñuhoso dēman," He says. Sitting.

"Kesy ñuhys dēmavos māzīlariot sinilus." His fingers caress the pointy armrests of the chair, as if he was the King himself.

This could well be my chair one day.

Then he stood up, leaving Dark Sister and walked to where his niece was.Once he is in front of her, the princess can't help but smile, the joy in her eyes can be seen, how happy she was that she gets to see him after a very long time.

"So, now that you are here..." She began.

"Let us walk to the gardens, I cannot wait to hear the stories of your latest adventure." She exclaimed calmly, her fingers moving behind her back.

"You have grown so." Her uncle says, his eyes fixated on her face.

This hurt the princess, her smile disappearing. Yes, she is a woman grown,her uncle was right.

She will soon have a brother, and the very thought upset her, for she will no longer be his favorite.

"Sepār vēzo gō skoro syt āmastā?" The princess said, her voice flat. Then why come back at all?

Silence began to take over, but Rhaenyra spoke again.

"I suppose you came back for my unborn brother, I will not be your one and only favorite anymore." She said sadly, her face hung down, she was ready to bolt away but Daemon stopped her from moving, his hands on her forearms.

Rhaenyra tilted her head up to him, Daemon's eyes staring deep into hers,while he fixed a strand of her hair in place. Then his hand went up to her cheek.

"You will always be my favorite, sweet niece." And with that, the princess can't help but smiled again.

He lets go of her cheek. "I brought you something,"His right hand rose up between them and he presented her with a necklace.

Rhaenyra reached out to touch it, feeling its cold texture. "Do you know what it is?" Her uncle asked.

It took her second to reply. "It's Valyrian Steel, like Dark Siste-"

Daemon withdraws the necklace, his eyes burning at the sight of her.

"Turn around." He says as Rhaenyra smiles.Once her back was facing him the princess gathered her hair to one side,exposing her soft neck that her uncle ached to touch.

Daemon brought himself closer, both of his hands go around her neck, and he placed the necklace on her heart.

"And now, you and I both own a small piece of our ancestry." His breath hit her skin as soon as he said that, and he turned her around in front of him,their hands holding each other's.

"Gevie."

Beautiful.

She held the pendant, looking from it then shifted her gaze to her uncle.

"Do you like it?"

And for the hundredth time, she blushed.With that, Daemon pulled her to his chest, her arms immediately wrapped themselves around his waist, pressing her head on his chest.

The hug never even changed, it was just like the old times. And Rhaenyra smiled widely, happy in his arms.

She giggled when they loosened their hold, still in his arms and her laugh never changed. It was the very same laugh from when she was still a babe.

Daemon's hand once again found its spot on her waist, pulling her close again, the other one rested on the side of her face, pulling her head closer so that he could kiss her forehead.

His lips lingered there, until he saw his brother between the doors, with a

strange look on his face.

His lips left her head. "I'll see you later in your chambers, princess." He said with a wink.

"I thought you said - "

Daemon pressed a finger on her soft lips. "Alicent's waiting for you, you know, you should visit her."

Rhaenyra sighed. "Fine..." She whined quietly.

"Good girl. Now run along."

As soon as she left, Daemon walked up to him.

"You didn't tell me you're going home.And you know I hate it when you trouble yourself with such things.Thank you but that was not necessary, brother." The king said.

"Oh get used to it." Daemon chuckled, his eyes settled on his niece once they exited the room, sprinting out of the hallway while Viserys eyed him suspiciously.

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[definitelynotshouting]

Hello!! I hope youre doing wonderfully :D Ive finally had time to do my first set of quotes for this chapter, enjoy!

- ☀️

"in this moment, he is both river and person, the turbulence of churning water sweeping him away beneath a layer of solid ice."

- I REALLY like the imagery of this. Grian being both the thing that destroys and the thing that gets destroyed. He's a force of nature: unstoppable and deadly (as a watcher, who *could* stop him from doing anything he wants, if he wanted to?), but he's also the one getting sucked under the water and unable to escape the flood. He CANT stop what he's doing; his actions hurt the people he loves the most, but as much as he fought against it he couldnt escape

- His hate for the watchers exists in two main fields: turning him into a watcher- turning him into someone else, and how his biology in turn hurts his loved ones. Ouch

- ☀️

"A wailing, ravaged keen rises up from the core of him— he just wants to die! He just wants to die."

"Grian latches onto it without thinking, digging claws and teeth into a dribbling cut and ripping it clean open."

"Mumbo."

- OKAY.

- SO. 1) the fore is shadowing. Grian being so tired and hungry that he cant help but feed is making me super excited to see what happens once they get back to hermitcraft. Especially because im guessing that'll be right after he uses the harming pots, and he wont be in his right mind to stop himself. Either that or he'll just be so caught up in his feels like he is here and so hungry that he feeds. I cant wait to see how that goes down

- 2) this entire sequence making him more determined to kill himself. He was just spiralling about how he wants to die, and THEN he accidentally feeds on X and Scar, AND THEN when mumbo shows up we're already seeing the start of his destructive behaviour. Isolating himself from his best friend :( THAT WHOLE SECTION WHERE MUMBO IS JUST STANDING OUTSIDE THE DOOR ASKING TO COME IN AND GRIAN STAYING QUIET PHYSICALLY HURT. Me when im in a self-destruction competition and my opponent is hunger au!Grian

- ☀️

"Disquiet leaks out from beneath the door— a creeping, crawling notion that the world no longer makes sense, fits poorly around one's shoulders. Like a worn, childhood coat, stained with the devastating loss of innocence."

- D: *distressed* i love this metaphor so much omg <3333

- Mumbo just wants his friend back grian please let him in.

- I really like how the coat metaphor, "fits poorly around one's shoulders" could reference how Grian's body doesnt feel like his anymore because of the watcher parasite

- In reference to Mumbo, the coat was new before they found out Grian was the one who made the games, but now it's ill-fitting and Mumbo doesn't know who Grian is anymore. Their friendship feels hollow, or "stained."

LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOO HI SUN ANON ITS GOOD TO SEE YOU IN THE INBOX!!!! :D

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Thank you for sending these!!! It was really nice to read them, im so happy you liked what you've read so far!!!! :]❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[gayonetta95]

Henry Cavill x Male Reader Part 1 of  ???

  *NOTE*: at some point there will be a time Jump in the series

  Title: Attack Of The Bear

Summary: Y/N is new to the neighborhood, it just so happens that your next door neighbor is none other then Henry Cavill. It's been two weeks since you moved in and decided to check out the nearest dog park for your dogs safety which is only a ten minute walk, what happens when a strange looking bear attacks you..........

Y/N: alright girls, i will be right back, don't minde me im just going to check out the dog park to see if it's safe for you two

  *Y/N makes it to the dog park and starts to have a look around, after all your girls mean alot to you and you worry alot considering they are chihuahuas

Y/N: huh and here i thought i would only see big dogs but as always i am wrong, a bit of big and small dogs...friendly ones too. I guess it's safe to bring both Luna and Estrella over, well time to head back home and start doing some groceries i guess

  *as you start making your way out of the dog park, you hear a mysterious man yell out "WATCH OUT" but it was too late, you have now been tackled down buy a big fluffy bear

Y/N: (laughing as the mysterious bear is licking you) get off me you big fluffy pooch, what would your owner say if he sees you with me (only then a mysterious mans voice apologizes for what happen and offers is hand to help you up)

Henry: oh, hey um it's you, listen im really sorry for Kal um tackling you down, he is not like that...i can explain what happened

Y/N: (meeting Henry's beautiful blue eyes) oh um hey, no um don't worry about what happened, it's not everyday you get attacked by a big fluffy bear out of nowhere

Henry: (laughing) yeah, im really sorry about it he just got loose from his leash and well he is a very excited dog but he really and normally doesn't tackle anyone down

Y/N: listen, its totally fine really im fine. Besides this fluffy pooch bear made it up by adorable kisses AND not to mention those adorable eyes of his

Henry: oh um where are my manners, my name is Henry and this fluffy pooch as you say is Kal. Im sorry but not to sound like some creep but if im correct you do live next to me, correct???

Y/N: nice to meet you Henry and fluffy pooch Kal, my name is Y/N and lol yes i am your neighbor from next door and you don't sound like a creep

Henry: (smiling) soooo um how are you liking the neighborhood

Y/N: honestly it's pretty calm and everyone if really friendly so im actually pretty comfortable

Henry: i um...i would have introduced myself alot sooner but at the same time i didn't really want to bother you

Y/N: oh, no not all it's just....if im being honest im well....im a very um shy person so in a way im kind of glad you didn't approach me cause well...im extremely shy but hey now we are here all thanks to this adorable pooch of yours

Henry: (smiling and laughing) it's like he planned this all along.

Y/N: (laughing) well dogs are really smart but who would have thought of them to come up with such plan. Hey listen Henry i really enjoyed finally meeting you but i have to get going home and do some groceries for today

Henry: oh um maybe i could walk you home....you know um for your safety and such plus well your way also leads to my home since we um live next one another

Y/N:(Smiling) Right because the streets are dangerous with tackling bears.

Henry:(smiling) yeah, i kind of deserve that one.

Y/N: well um i accept your offer Henry so um should we make our way

  *as Henry walks you home, you begin to have a conversation in your own head. "Why would someone like Henry walk me home, i mean the neighborhood is actually friendly and safe.....maybe im just over thinking or maybe he really feels bad for what happened.....but it's not like i got hurt....maybe i am just over thinking" Henry voice finally interrupts you from your own conversation

Henry: well looks like we are finally here, listen im really glad for us to finally introduce ourselves

Y/N: yeah um me too, it's not everyday your neighbor is superman

Henry: (smiling) hey um i was wondering if maybe this weekend you would maybe like to go for a picnic, think of it as a way of me making it up what happened today

Y/N: oh um....i um.....sure, this weekend you say

Henry: yes, maybe we can know each other if well um you are ok with it

Y/N: (convo in own head "say no") Yes, if ok with it

Henry: great, well i will see you then, well take care

*Both you and Henry walked into your own home's and as usual Y/N began talking with himself "Why did you say yes dumbass.....WHY. i mean he did say he was sorry about what happened but still, why would someone LIKE Henry would want to get to know you......i mean you truly never were good with people" overall you are a bit nervous and excited

[teawithaphd]

The Lunch Date and Another Mysterious Customer Appears!

FFXIV

(named) WOL x Crystal Exarch

f/m

A Day in the Life of Eorzea University

Ch.5

Panne agrees to meeting the Exarch for lunch and is surprised by the enthusiasm (and food) he brings. Later that day, she takes what’s expected to be a normal shift at the café—but that goes out the door when a certain someone walks in…

AO3

The Miqo’te glances down at the time on her tomestone as she wanders around the courtyard, searching for a certain Exarch who extended the invitation for lunch with her. 

“Over here!”

She whips her head to witness the way he runs up to her with a beaming smile on his face, sending an odd fluttering in her chest. Her eyes trail down to the woven basket in his hands and the red, checkered fabric peaking out of it. She gives him a puzzled look.

“What’s that?”

His mouth opens slightly as he looks down, a blush creeping on his cheeks.

“W-well, since I was the one who invited you, and to make up for um…your shoulder—I thought I’d bring us lunch.” He pauses before abruptly switching topics, “Ah, and I know the perfect spot to sit! There’s a large oak a little ways from here that provides plenty of shade that’s quite nice to sit under. Allow me to lead you there..”

He gives Panne a grin before turning around to walk in the opposite direction. She trails after, eager to find out what contents lie inside.

The walk is rather silent, but it’s a peaceful and welcome one. After several minutes, the Exarch stops to look up. The Keeper mirrors his motion and cranes her neck up to the brilliant blanket of leaves and down to the sturdy trunk of the oak he described. That does look like a nice place to sit, she thinks as the Exarch begins opening up the basket, laying out the blanket, and setting out various plates and utensils. She doesn’t catch him take a seat and gesture to the space next to him as she blankly stares at the display before her, leading her mind to trail off to one thought alone.

Doesn’t this look like…isn’t this what they do on dates—

“Panne?”

“—hm?”

“Are you feeling unwell? When I asked if you wanted to sit down, you seemed lost in thought and didn’t answer.”

She shakes her head as an attempt to shake off the embarrassment and releases a light exhale.

“Oh, sorry about that. It’s…nothing.”

With perfect timing, her stomach grumbles loudly. The Exarch chuckles before once again patting the space beside him.

“You must be famished! Come, sit here so we can eat.”

She gives him a coy smile before obliging and taking a seat next to him. He twists to open the basket and pulls out a smaller basket. When he uncovers the cloth over them, it reveals a neat row of perfectly hand-crafted sandwiches. He chuckles when he sees her eyes widen to dinner plates, glimmering with excitement and feels a warmth swell in his chest.

“Where did you get those?! Those look amazing!”

“Actually, I made them myself…please, take one.”

She gasps before reaching for one for the roast beef sandwiches. He smiles to himself, feeling a sense of pride at his prediction, proving correct that she would reach for that one. He grabs the same kind for himself and stops to watch as she takes a bite out of hers. A moan of delight slips past her lips as they stretch to a dopey grin.

“This is so good!”

A warm smile makes its way on his lips as he takes in the sight, “I’m glad you like it. And there’s plenty so feel free to eat as much as you like.”

She makes quick work of the sandwich and reaches for another before answering, “oh, I will! These things are so damn delicious, I didn’t know you can cook.”

He abashedly scratches his cheek. “Hardly…I can only make small things like this, and even so, most days I find myself too busy to even go that far.”

She laughs, “that’s still better than me.”

“Do you not cook?”

“The most I can do is grill meat, but I’m always too lazy for that. I just end up picking up whatever from the convenience store down the street…or I just eat instant ramen at home.”

This time, he laughs in return. “Your coffee making skills certainly make up for that, my friend. I would have never guessed.”

She mumbles a ‘sure’ before taking another bite of her sandwich. 

They find enjoyment in the lunch, sitting comfortably with a delicious picnic under the tree, providing shade on a beautiful, sunny day such as this, indulging in idle chatter about varying mundane topics. It’s nice…really nice, the Keeper thinks as she finds who she thought was some creepy stalker to be…a nice guy, actually. She stares at the smile on his face and imagines he must be enjoying himself too, though she can’t tell for sure since half his face is obstructed. A memory of a time like this, deep in her head, makes its way to the surface of her mind as she stares long and hard at the man beside her. Her heart begins to quicken as she suddenly blurts the thought on her mind. “You know…you remind me of someone.”

“Hm?” He places the emptied sandwich basket and places it back in the bigger basket before turning back to her.

“There’s this guy that I knew back in high school…he was a bit odd, but like you, he was nice once you got to know him.” She feels warm as she continues recounting the memory, “we became good friends, and he would tell me all about Allagan this and Crystal Tower that—even though I didn’t know jack shite of what he was talking about. I still lent an ear though, it was nice seeing someone so passionate about something. You two would have really hit it off, if you met him.” She suddenly casts her gaze down, “But then he just…disappeared one day. When I asked where he went, everyone told me he left to some prestigious school that was really far away, so I never saw him again after that.”

She takes a deep breath to collect herself and looks up at the Exarch. “His name was…G’raha Tia…heard of him?”

It takes all of his willpower to not choke at the story and the question soon after. He feels water pool in his eyes and has to do everything to keep his voice from completely breaking. “No…I don’t think I have. He sounds like a remarkable person.”

She gives him a sad smile. “He was. Inspired me to go and find my passion, whatever that is.”

“Is that why you came here?”

“Sort of…in reality, I just came cause they offered me a scholarship with a free ride for playing volleyball. It wasn’t an opportunity I could pass up, so I took it. Though now that I’m here, I’m not sure what to do with it.”

He places a hand on her shoulder and gives her a reassuring smile. “Take your time. Whatever you find your passion to be, I am certain you will excel in whatever it is you choose to do.”

He hears her breath hitch at the contact. A beat of silence follows before she speaks up again, this time in a hushed voice.

“…Thank you.”

She sits up and quietly helps clear what’s on the picnic blanket before folding it and handing it to him.

“You need help with anything else?”

He takes the folded blanket from her hands and places it into his basket before standing up. “No, I’ll be alright from here. I appreciate your help, and I enjoyed sharing this meal with you. I pray you enjoyed yourself as well?”

She quickly stands up and dusts the crumbs off her clothes. “I did.” A small grin makes its way on her lips, sending the Exarch’s heart ablaze when she says, “lets do this again some time.”

Without awaiting a response, she gives him a chaste wave before turning around and walking in the direction of the school. He waits until he can’t make out her silhouette anymore and flops onto the grass, clutching his head and trying not to scream too loudly.

________________

Panne swings open the door to the Scions Café, walking in as the little chime rings. She waves to Alphinaud, taking over for Tataru for the day, at the front before going through her pre-shift routine of going to the back, changing into her uniform, and coming back outside. Y’Shtola sits in her usual spot at the end of the barista counter, as she is ‘wont to do’ with an already prepared drink in hand. Alisaie, already dressed and serving some of the customers sitting at the front, waves to Panne as she serves a pair of young girls two lattes. The girls swoon at the hearts made in coco powder, and the Keeper has to keep her eyes from rolling to the back of her head as their head barista blows the two a kiss with a wink over the counter.

She glares at the Hyur as he waves his eyebrows and says with a teasing tone, “Oh come now, Panne—it’s all in good fun! It’d do you well to loosen up from time to time.”

“And it’d do you well to focus on your job instead of flirting with the customers!” Alisaie adds as she crosses her arms.

The Keeper cackles as Thancred sputters excuses, claiming to do ‘just fine’ and ‘I want to see you try and work the espresso machine once’. The chime at the front catches her attention, leading her to witness the man who came in with striking yellow eyes that frames the pearl placed between his brows, and black hair with a stark white bang. He saunters to one of the booths and casts her a look with an unreadable expression before taking a seat, leaning back in such a way that he somehow takes up the whole space on his side. He raises a hand with a dramatic sigh.

“I require service.”

He stares at her expectantly, and with a sigh she approaches his table.

“Ah, the famed Warrior of Light. After reading all the raving reviews from your friend over there on the Reddits,” he gestures to Alphinaud, who quickly ducks behind a table as if to physically dodge his accusation before continuing, “I just had to come try the Warrior of Light’s world famous coffee~”

The condescending tone he uses makes her ears pin to the back of her head. She groans before taking out her pen and notepad.

“Your order, sir.”

He huffs, “So biting…anyroad, I desire a venti caramel macchiato, sugar-free, since I am trying to watch my figure. I want it extra hot, foam on top, but not too much foam that it takes up half the drink and I can no longer even taste the coffee… crowned with a light caramel drizzle, then sprinkled with a dash of cinnamon to spice things up, and I would also like latte art in the shape of a heart…oh, wouldn’t that just be precious…and I am on a schedule, so I need the drink to come in soon so— chop chop! And I suggest you move swiftly, hero of the volleyball team.”

The Keeper deadpans. “You’re kidding, right?”

“Come now, the reviews say you can make anything you put your mind to and ‘surpass any and all expectations with excellence beyond measure’. You can thank your little elezen friend there for that.” He points to Alphinaud at the front, who shies away from his gaze with a nervous grin.

Panne sends a glare to the salt-and-pepper haired man before walking to the barista counter, not having written a single thing he said down. Thancred shoots her a puzzled look as she beckons him over to her. Once he does, she retells what transpired in a whisper. He looks at the bizarre man at the counter—back to Panne—then back to the man blankly before going to the back of the station. He comes back with a cup of black coffee.

“Tell him it’s courtesy of the barista.” His irritation seeps into his voice, though not pointed towards her. She grabs the cup and brings it to the table. Practically dropping it on the surface, she continues silently walking past it to not have to engage more with the man who has the gall to give her a Sharlayanbucks order... 

“Excuse me, this is not what I ordered.”

Thancred calls from the barista counter, “Indeed it is not, ‘tis black and bitter to match your shining personality.”

Panne stops in her tracks and side eyes him with a mutter, “just drink the damn coffee and leave already…”

Urianger peers his head out of the kitchen window after hearing some of the commotion. His golden eyes widen with recognition when they land on the presumptuous customer. “..Were one to study the annals of the history of the schools within this fair city, one would find yonder visage on many a page. Indeed, one might surmise he to be a member of the dark organization that yet lurks within yonder shadows, pulling the proverbial strings of this city’s storied history from its depths…”

Said customer turns his attention to the elezen and smirks. “Well, well, we have a historian in our midst. That spares me a lengthy explanation.” He clears his throat before raising his voice to an announcing volume, “I am Solus zos Galvus, founding father of Garlemald University. And, under various guises, the architect of myriad other prestigious academies. As for my true identity…” he pulls a business card out of his pocket and slides it towards Panne. As the bizarre red symbol on the front catches her eye, she picks it up and squints at it.

“I am Emet-Selch. Ascian.”

The title brings Thancred’s mouth to a grimace. He moves around from behind the barista counter and leans in front of it with his arms crossed—far enough from the action as to not be intruding, but close enough for him to step in if anything goes awry, which is where things seem to be going…

“Equal in rank to Lahabrea.” The name leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. 

“And you came all this way just to introduce yourself to us?”

Ignoring Thancred’s comment and closer proximity, Emet-Selch pulls out his tomestone and swipes for a few painfully silent moments before twisting it around so all of the staff watching can see. On it is a familiar picture of their school. “Behold Eorzea University, restored to its former glory! Have you seen a more affecting spectacle? Ohhh, it is truly, deeply…”

He dramatically slumps in his seat as irritation slips into his tone. “…Infuriating. Do you have any idea how much you have delayed the Rejoining of all the schools in the city?” The irritation grows more apparent as he puts the device down and continues. “The end was in sight! We were oh so close to taking hold of your wretched high school, Eorzea Academy, yet enter man and his indomitable spirit. He who would haul the volleyball game back from the brink! And adding his lumpen weight to the power of growth, he duly tipped the scale, if only by a fraction. Yet a fraction was enough to spoil the perfect victory needed to bring about the end of your high school.” He takes a deep inhale before pointing a finger at the Keeper in front of him. “You just had to come and ruin it all! Thanks to your meddling, Eorzea Academy remains, and our painstakingly laid plans are in tatters!”

Thancred shifts in his spot and glares daggers at the Ascian. “Well, I should begin by thanking you for the confirming of Urianger’s theories on the inner workings of these ‘rejoinings’. He will be most pleased. As for what happens next, might I suggest you forfeit your upcoming match and admit defeat before walking away?”

He sneers at the Hyur. “Happy to let me go, are you? Because the murderous glint in your eye suggests otherwise. Indeed, it is enough to make me think better of confronting you alone. Look, it did cross my mind to simply expel you all. But that’s no different from what Lahabrea did. And we all know how well that ended for him.” He gives Thancred a knowing smirk.

He turns his attention back to Panne and suddenly stands up. He slowly creeps toward her, causing her to back away in rhythm of his invasion in her space.

“And so, while it is liable to be troublesome, I have settled upon a different approach…”He lowers his head and tilts it to the side with an impish glare. “Cooperation! I will not raise a hand to hinder your victory of the coming volleyball game against Garlemald. If you desire it, I will even lend you my knowledge and strength.”

Alphinaud turns his head away from the front to the exchange with a frown. “Since time immemorial, you and yours have labored to rejoin the thirteen sister schools, at the cost of countless students’ futures. Do you expect us to believe that your objective has suddenly changed?”

The Ascian shakes his head. “Nay, our objective is the same as it ever was—though I dare say you do not know our motive. A war waged without knowledge of the enemy is no war—it is mere bloodletting. Just once…might we not seek to find common ground? For good or ill, I am immortal. Provided I have the inclination, I can always begin anew. Scheme and conspire to my heart’s content. But this time, I thought that I might instead try to see eye to eye. To understand what drives the hero of the volleyball team. To determine if our goals are truly incompatible.” He backs away from the Keeper and widens his arms while looking between all of the staff. “So come. Shed your preconceptions. See beyond the unscrupulous villains you take us for. When all is said and done, we may find ourselves pleasantly surprised. The proud discoverers of a path of cooperation rather than opposition. Think of it.”

Urianger flings a card at him from the kitchen, which is dodged effortlessly with a tilt of the Ascian’s head. The elezen furrows his brows. 

“Thoust hast delivered thy proposal, and we would not dismiss it outright. If I may offer thee council, however: to make thy case via coming to our abode with such a ludicrous beverage order reflecteth poorly upon thy sincerity.”

“My apologies. You will forgive me if I am not entirely convinced of your stellar quality. I felt it only prudent to take precautions. Nonetheless, your council is duly noted. I take my leave friends, and rest assured, we shall meet again soon.”

He stands up and slowly saunters in the direction of the door with a sweeping wave behind him. 

He stops momentarily, and without turning, mutters. “And of course, may the best man win.” He swiftly exits the café.

Turning her attention away from Emet-Selch, Panne sees Alisaie walking towards her, already out of her apron and uniform with a baffled look. “What in the seven hells was that all about?”

“I couldn’t tell you…” 

Thancred keeps glaring eyes on the door. “If I never see another one of those Ascians again it’d be too soon.” Without another word, he storms out into the kitchen, leaving the two girls slightly dumbfounded. Urianger leans slightly forward from the window to explain to the two, “Thancred hast some poor history with Lahabrea and the Ascians. I pray you recall the scandal Lahabrea once caused, leading to Thancred’s nigh expulsion.”

Y’Shtola takes a final sip of her coffee from the end of the counter and stands. “Ah yes, I had almost forgotten about the rumors Lahabrea had spread in his name.”

“He makes a terrible impersonator, by the way. My looks are malms better than that.” His voice echoes from the kitchen over the sizzle of a pan. 

Do I smell something burning…?

Panne releases a long held sigh. “That guy seriously pisses me off.”

“Well I would be angry too if someone dared talk to me like that. I’m surprised you didn’t wipe that high-and-mighty smirk off his face right there.” Alisaie swipes over her bangs before letting out a sigh of her own. “C’mon, our shift’s just about done and Alphinaud promised to help us with our math assignment tonight.”

“Our math assignment...?”

The elezen’s eyes light up, “Yep! And I already told him you’re coming, so you can’t refuse.”

“But I—“ before she can protest, Alisaie cuts her off with a look. “Fiiiiiiiine…”

The elezen gives her a satisfied grin. “Good! You best change out of your uniform soon, Alphinaud’s already waiting for us in the car.” She jogs out the door with a skip in her step, leading Panne to smile at her antics. She quickly goes to the back and changes before coming out to join the twins.

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“—And so you see, when you add this variable to the equation, then the sum should equal something like this—“

Alphinaud writes down another array of numbers on the dry erase board as Panne slumps in her chair, near nodding off to the elezen’s mini lecture. Alisaie, meanwhile, looks as if it’s taking every fiber of her being not to snap. 

She eventually does.

“Can we pleeeeeaaaasssseee talk about something interesting? If I see another number, I fear my head just might burst.” She feigns looking for an alternative conversation topic with a hum, the one thing she’s been itching to bring up all night the sole thing on her mind. She then turns a dramatic head towards her friend beside her, a devilish look on her features.

“How did your date with the Exarch go?”

“My what—?”

“Oh come on, you don’t go searching for the café your study partner works at to try her coffee and ask to take her out for lunch the next day just for pleasantries.”

A heat comes over the Keeper’s cheeks, giving her the need to turn her head away in embarrassment. “That was not…he only did that because—“

“What, to make up for hurting your shoulder? Any normal person would have just said ‘sorry’ and that would have been the end of it. He just wanted an excuse to ask you out, so let’s not beat around the bush.”

The Keeper’s voice raises a pitch, “an excuse to ask me out?! Now that’s chocobo shite!”

“Alisaie! it’s rude to prod into Panne’s personal business…but what did you end up eating, since we’re now on the topic?” The two turn to Alphinaud in the front, looking at them with a slight flush in his ears. “Did you two mayhap go out somewhere? Or did he bring something?”

The Miqo’te groans. “He brought some sandwiches he made…”

“He made them?!” Alisaie gasps, leaning in while resting her hands on her cheeks.

Alphinaud steps closer. “…How were they? Were they good..?”

Panne pauses, a vein popping in her head before answering, “you two are such a pain in my arse!” She sighs before lowering her voice and continuing, “yes, they were good. There, you happy?”

The smirk on Alisaie’s face grows wider before she starts shooting the girl with a barrage of new, teasing questions, “was it a picnic, then? What did you do after? Did you hold hands? Did you kiss?” She hugs herself and starts making smooching noises while Alphinaud shoots questions of his own—“Did he treat you well? He did make sure you had a good time, yes? Does he have a decent academic and or familial background—“

“—Alright, that’s enough!” The Miqo’te abruptly stands from her seat, lugging her bag over her shoulder, “what the hells’ up with you all and my relationship with this guy? He’s just a study partner, for gods sake!” She storms out of Alphinaud’s room and marches her way to the exit of the twin’s shared apartment as she irritatedly yells, “Good. Night!” 

The two hear the door slam before silently looking at one another. Alphinaud raises his voice first. “Sister.. Did we, mayhap…go too far?”

Alisaie is silent for a moment before suddenly bursting into laughter. “I’m sure she’ll be fine! ‘‘T’was but a bit of harmless fun after all!” Alphinaud looks back at the chalkboard and sighs to himself.

“Right.. harmless fun..”

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Panne makes it out of the apartment complex and begins her walk home, grumbling all the while in a wave of utter irritation.

“I swear those two are gonna be the death of me…” she mumbles before a sudden vibration in her pocket stops her in her steps. She takes her tomestone out and looks at the screen, an ominous text greeting her.

Unknown Rest well, hero. Fore next we meet, it shall be on the field of battle.

The Keeper raises an eyebrow before deciding to answer.

Me Who the hells is this?

An answer comes almost right away.

Unknown 💃💃🎆

She sighs as she puts the device back in her pocket, the exhaustion from the day now hitting her all at once. Too irritated to turn back and ask the twins for a ride (plus that’d be embarrassing…), she drags her feet all the way home to finally flop on her bed and sleep off the long day.

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