#also hello bug mutuals

[jennifer-jeong]

Guess who😊

As a reference to what you posted earlier, imagine that after the reader dies of old age, Xiao and Scaramouche encounter a reincarnation of themselves? It's your choice to make them mortal or not (I'm under your bed. If you make them mortal I will kick your feet at night.)

Take your time dear <3

SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG FJDKSLA;FJDSA; life has been kicking my ASS but fuck it we ball HELLO MY MUTUAL THANK YOU FOR YOUR REQUEST, I’ve honestly been thinking hard because I want to also request some ideas because your writing is so sweet ehehehe OK PLEASE DON’T KICK MY FEET AT NIGHT THAT’S HORRIFYING - I WILL MAKE THE REINCARNATION IMMORTAL

ALSO @iota1111 these are my ideas for that Xiao and Wanderer angst! If you read only to the *** in each fic, that would be where I’d end the story if it wasn’t meant to be a happy ending! (I would suffer!!!!)

[Fluff + Angst] [Xiao/Wanderer x Reader] Reincarnation

CONTENT

Angst to fluff, happy ending, reader death, mentions of death, mentions of fighting/them taking their anger out on things

XIAO

When you passed away, Xiao was absolutely heartbroken. He knew it was coming, he prepared for it, he stayed by your side through your deteriorating health in your last few months. But no matter what, he knew it would destroy him, and it did.

No one saw Xiao for weeks after but everyone noticed that Liyue was safer than ever. Xiao engrossed himself in his work. Taking out his emotions onto the monsters in Liyue. He worked himself to exhaustion every single day. Zhongli still came to check up on him but knew Xiao just needed time.

He didn’t know what to do with himself. What was he supposed to do? You were gone. HIs sunshine, his muse, his… everything.

Xiao collapsed after giving himself no rest for who knows how many nights. Laying in the grass, he stared up at the moon. Asking himself what he could’ve done differently and if he could’ve "selfishly" extended your life. If he could’ve made you immortal like him.

He listened to the bugs chirp around him, the breeze drying the tears he didn’t know were falling. For the first time in a long time, he cried. He sobbed and bit back the urge to lash out at everything in the vicinity. He was on his side, clutching his aching heart, crying into the soft grass he used to lay on with you.

He had gone through so much pain in his life: his karmic debt, the abuse from his old master, losing his found family, and all the years of deafening solitude.

But nothing would ever hurt more than losing you.

Xiao cried his heart out and knocked out from the exhaustion and pain. He slept peacefully for the first time since you passed. *** Xiao woke up the next morning with a start. Confused and disoriented not because of where he had fallen asleep, but because he sensed something insane.

He sensed you.

It was your soul, the one he swore himself to. There was no denying it. Was this a sick joke? Was some old evil spirit messing with him?

It had been months since your passing but there was no denying it. It was you.

Unfortunately, years would pass while Xiao searched for you. He was obsessed over it at first but once he could tell that your soul was safe and alive, he relaxed just a little. He still wanted to see you again, hold you, and whisper how much he loved you, but he knew you’d find each other eventually. He made himself a silent promise that he’d find you no matter what. He didn’t really have much else to do for all of eternity anyways.

Xiao confided in Zhongli through these years, the elder god revealing the possibility of reincarnation, revealing that it’s not uncommon. Souls return to the Earth in many forms but he hints to Xiao that he believes what he’s sensing is indeed you in human form.

Eventually, Xiao would be on a typical nightly patrol, sensing your soul nearby as always. But it was a bit different today. It was stronger.

As if right on cue, Xiao entered a clearing and despite it being nighttime, he saw the sun.

His beautiful sun had somehow risen again against all odds. You didn’t know his name but you knew his soul.

He recognized the sigil on your clothing, it belonged to an adeptus master he hadn’t seen in decades. The draconic horns on your head told him you were reborn in a different body, an immortal body. One that had you trained as an adepti for these past years, likely hidden away in a domain. It clicked in his head. It’s why he could always sense you, but never quite find where you were.

You turned around after feeling his approach. He wondered if you could feel his soul the way he felt yours. If you longed for him even in your new existence. He had so much to ask. But you pulled him out of his noisy thoughts.

Your voice brought him serenity he had long forgotten.

His heart pounded as you spoke.

“I missed you, my love.”

Instantly you were in each other's arms.

“I missed you too,” he says as his voice cracks.

WANDERER

He was angry, reverting back to how he was before Nahida, the traveler, and you helped him. He blamed the gods, the world, for his sorrows, for his pain. He sought to destroy it all again for somehow making his suffering worse. He had felt pain similar to this. It was all too familiar for him. The constant cycle of loss, betrayal, and agony. But this time, he was on the brink of insanity.

You, his perfect flower, had finally wilted.

He’s stuck bargaining for months, reverting between stages of grief: anger and bargaining. Never able to move on past that.

He continues on his missions for Nahida because he knows it’s what you've wanted but also because he didn’t know what else to do with himself. Any of his combat missions turned into tortures and near assassinations. He used it as a tool to cool himself off, much to the silent disapproval of Nahida. But she knew he’d never disobey your wishes, your morals. You taught him better than to kill out of emotion.

Wanderer commonly visits the forests where you two used to adventure to find some sort of peace and familiarity. He tends to avoid the Aranara despite the fact that they know about your passing and would probably be able to comfort him about it. He just didn’t think he could handle it.

Seasons pass and on one of his trips into the sunny lush forests, growing again due to the spring season, Aranara bring him your favourite flowers when they bloom again the next year. They loved you dearly too, you treated them and the forest with such gentleness that they could never forget you. They didn’t know how to approach him earlier so they used this opportunity instead.

His heart ached and his anemo vision surged with energy when he saw the flower. He finally reached his breaking point, he fell to his knees on the grass and sobbed, clutching the flower to his chest. Letting go of all the stupid anger and bargaining. Who was he kidding, he just didn’t want to accept that he’d have to keep going without you. *** The Aranara tell him not to worry though, comforting and telling him it will be okay. At first he’s confused as to what they mean but Nahida walks out into the sunlit clearing, the sun about to start setting.

She tells him she knows it hurts but that the Irminsul has a message for him and it says that he should not fret and continue to live on and explore the forest. His tear stained face raised an eyebrow but it slowly turned to determination, he knew Irminsul would not lie.

It would take years but he slowly started to feel you nearby. He’d dream of you. The forest felt like you and he could feel your energy in the flora. He confided in Nahida and their bond only grew stronger, he’d also reach out to the Aranara when he’d adventure out of the city.

Eventually, the Aranara prepared and held a ceremony, sensing the birthing of something new, a nature spirit. Nahida described it using the term “nymph.”

Wanderer was silent as he put the pieces together. He held his breath as he realized it might be you. Your reincarnation.

He always saw you as his flower, but he didn’t think you’d become a nature spirit, he was not complaining about it in the slightest though.

Nahida explained that you would exist in the physical realm but had strong ties to the dream realm, you’d be immortal like Aranara are but you’d still be able to live with him in the physical.

As you manifested and blinked open your eyes, you immediately looked at him.

His hands were shaking, unsure if he was scared, happy, both? Was it really you? Had the world finally decided to grant him happiness instead of sorrow? Was this a gift?

But as you took gentle steps towards him, he realized something important:

It didn’t matter.

You were here again, in front of him. Nothing else mattered.

You reached out to hold his face with your hands. You knew him, you knew your soul belonged to him and his to you.

He drew in closer to you, holding your face and touching your foreheads together, tears threatening to fall.

Your beautiful voice spoke to him again in what felt like an eternity. He had almost forgotten what you sounded like.

“Don’t cry my love, I’m here.”

His eyebrows scrunched as his tears fell. He wraps his arms around you tight, never wanting to let go, scared you’d leave him again.

“I missed you so much,” he whispered shakily, scared that his voice would fail if he tried to speak.

“I missed you too. I’m here to stay.”

Thank you for reading!

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[ellethespaceunicorn]

Something Old, Something New

Title: Something Old, Something New

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Nick Fowler x Reader

Fandom: The 355

Word Count: 9.5K (whoopsie)

Summary: Your childhood best friend invites you to your old vacation spot for her wedding, and you have been catching up with your first crush: her recently divorced big brother Nick.

Warnings: infidelity, divorce, recreational drug use (marijuana), drinking, mutual pining, pet names (Gumdrop, baby), praise kink, cunnilingus, unprotected p-in-v sex, mention of bodily fluids (creampie), public sex, if I forgot anything please tell me

A/N1: My tiles for @thebasementspouses VOTM Nick Fowler BINGO were: divorced, best friend’s brother, writer’s choice(prompt #802 from @creativepromptsforwriting), drunken confession, public sex. BINGO card at end of story.

A/N2: I have been working on this story for weeks and I really hope I have done the Nick Fowler fandom justice. It's my first time, and hopefully not the last time, writing for Nick. I thoroughly enjoyed writing him. Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best. 

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

Support/Reblog banner by me

Cover Art by me

My Masterlist

Three Months Ago

The cardstock was rigid in your hands, the envelope discarded seconds ago. The confetti in the envelope litters around your Chucks as you bring your attention to the words embossed upon the invitation. You had been waiting for this day ever since you received the Save the Date announcement.

You ran your finger over the pretty lettering, its raised borders were a nice tactile touch. The peaceful pink, whispered white, and mellow merlot of the flowers against a hint of golden accents was a beautiful choice. Not too feminine, nor too masculine.

Turning the invitation over, you found more information. 

‘Accommodations will be completely covered for your 8-night stay at The Ocracoke Harbor Inn by the family of the Bride. You will be staying in the fully-furnished Treasure Chest Cottage. Amenities include full-service linens, complimentary wireless Internet, and guest boat docking. Guests have access to a sound-side beach. Password for WI-FI given upon check-in. Nonsmoking, no pets.’

Leave it to the Fowlers to go nuts and rent out the entire inn for their only daughter’s wedding, you thought to yourself. You were not surprised at all, growing up as a rich girl’s best friend had its perks.

As if on cue, your phone started to play the opening notes of Losing You by Solange to signal an incoming call. Pulling your phone out, you smiled seeing Deanne’s name. You clicked Accept and raised the phone to your ear.

“Hello to the future Mrs. Alexander!” Your cheery demeanor not letting on how jealous you were of your friend’s impending nuptials.

Euphonious laughter rings through the earpiece and you can’t help but join in.

“Girl, can you believe it? I am about to tie the knot, be off the market, and settle down. I’m only 12% nervous about everything so I’m doing great,” she snorted, and suddenly you were a bit less jealous if this kind of anxiety is what she had to deal with, “Anyway, um, I was giving you a call because I wanted to ask if you got your invitation and I also wanted to see if I could save myself time in waiting for your R.S.V.P. and bug and pester you until you agree to let my parents pay for you to come spend a week with us and come to my wedding and–”

“Deanne! Stop with the run-on sentence, doll. Did you think I was gonna pass up this opportunity? God, I love that you chose Ocracoke as your wedding destination. So many vacations were spent getting into all kinds of trouble,” you recalled, images of splashing in the water as kids and lounging on the beach as teens replayed in your mind.

“Yeah. Hey, when we were little girls planning our dream weddings, I was serious when I said I wanted it on the beach on Ocracoke Island. But not in the summer because of bugs and heat, but in the winter so we get that beautiful off-season fresh air,” Deanne mused.

“Dee, it’s gonna be gorgeous. I cannot wait to see you in your stunning dress walking down that aisle. Just know that since I am your oldest friend, you pretty much owe me the bouquet,” you laughed, only half-joking.

“As far as I’m concerned, it’s already yours,” she bantered, clearing her throat before speaking again, “So, I also called because I wanted to vent a little, if that’s okay?”

“It’s always okay. You doing alright?” you asked, now worried that your friend was in trouble.

“Yeah, no, I’m fine. I have an update on Nick and Tori, though,” she paused, allowing your mind to wander.

The mention of your first crush’s name sent a shiver down your back. Many a moment had been wasted thinking about his pretty smile and grayish-blue eyes. You’d liked Nick before you knew you even liked boys. He was the heartthrob that trumped every teen dream of every other girl in America’s heart. In your mind, he was the closest to perfect you could imagine. 

You responded, “Oh?”

“So, their divorce is finalized. My big brother is officially a divorcé. I would have thought that a man who was with someone for so long might be partying it up right now. But he says he’s focusing on work and, I don’t know. I just want him to be happy. And like, he’s getting divorced as I’m getting married and it feels so weird. It doesn’t seem fair,” she lamented.

“Dee, come on. You know Nicky wouldn’t want you to think like that. He loves you. You’re his favorite sibling,” you jested, trying to lighten the mood.

“Ha ha. I’m his only sibling. I better be his favorite,” Dee chuckled, happy to be distracted, “So that brings me to you, Miss Missy. Last I heard, you were dating some engineer guy? Do I get to meet him soon?”

You inwardly cringed, hopes dashed of being able to avoid the topic of your relationship status. Things with Curtis kind of fizzled out when you found his tongue down an intern’s throat. You had been bringing him dinner since he’d complained about the late nights at the office.

Turns out he was hungry for more than your baked ziti. 

You explained all this to Dee, remembering the look on Curtis’ face when you poured the prepared food into his lap. He was so shook, it was beautiful.

“I didn’t want to waste all that food but he looked wonderful with my pasta all over his shirt and pants. He honestly deserved it. It was his favorite shirt too. I hope those stains never come out,” you huffed, feeling like you were right back in that office again.

“I have never been so proud of you. I wish I could put hot sauce in his underwear for hurting my girl. I’m sure if I just had a few minutes, I could come up with something more diabolical than that. But it’s what I have at a moment’s notice,” she retorted.

One thing you could always count on Dee for? Getting angry for you and using her beautiful and educated mind to come up with some way to make the person who slighted you pay for their misdeeds. It was both adorable and super embarrassing to have her tiny frame looking up into some bully’s face pointing her finger at them.

“Well, I appreciate your offer, but he is so not worth the energy. You have much better things to think about, like your wedding day. This is your cue to stop worrying about me, Dee,” you advised, a stern tone coloring your words.

“Fine, I will stop worrying about you out loud. You got it, girl. Anyway, I won’t hold you. Talk soon, ok? I miss you,” she said, and you could envision her getting bleary-eyed.

“I miss you too, Dee. We’ll get together soon, I promise,” you sighed, feeling guilty for letting your friendship dwindle over the years.

“I’ll hold you to it. Bye, babe,” she hummed.

“Bye.” You hang up the phone and close your eyes. Visions of what Dee will look like in her wedding dress cloud your thoughts. Little snippets of grayish-blue eyes and dark brown hair seep in and you can almost hear his laugh again. You open your eyes, blinking away the mental images that brought you joy for a moment.

‘This is fine,’ you thought to yourself. Yeah, totally. You’re only going to see your best friend from childhood get married, effectively ending your childhood with a pretty bow on top. You also were only going to be with the biggest crush you ever had for like, an entire week. 

And he’s single. 

And probably needy. 

And...you had better get your jaw up off the floor if you were going to get anything done.

Three months is enough time to get your brain, your body, and your emotions in check before you make a fool out of yourself in front of your second family.

Right?

January 20th, 2024 – Day One

Standing on the deck of the Hatteras Ferry, you watch as Ocracoke Island comes into view. The sun is at its highest and you are thankful for your sunglasses shielding the the bright sunlight bouncing off the crystal clear waters. You can taste the salty air and you are instantly transported to memories of running around the decks of this ferry with Deanne and Nick while your mothers tried in vain to wrangle you all.

The island comes into view and you search the docks for a familiar face. Dee promised to meet you at the docks, but when you approach them she is nowhere to be found. You pull your luggage behind you as your shoulder bag decides to slide off.

Before it can hit the ground, it’s caught by the strap by a strong hand at the same time you reach out to grab it. You thank the kind stranger as you both stand to your full height and you are face-to-face with a grown-ass Nicholas Fowler. He says something and you don’t hear hide nor hair of what the hell he just said, you look at him and break into a smile and he chuckles and speaks again.

“I hope you don’t mind Dee got me to pick you up. She had some wedding stuff to do. I wasn’t listening,” he explains, adjusting his sunglasses and putting your bag on his shoulder. He gestures over to his black Lamborghini Urus. 

Once you walk over, he puts your shoulder bag in the back seat. You step closer to him to hand him your rolling luggage. You are mesmerized as his strong forearms flex when he puts everything in the SUV. 

You clear your throat and look around when he looks back at you, catching you watching him. He closes the back door and guides you to the passenger side, opening your door for you.

“Oh, you’re a full-service driver today, huh?” you joke, stepping past him. Your platform espadrilles clacking on the asphalt. Adjusting your strapless sundress, you climb in.

“Whatever service you require, Gumdrop,” he replies with a smile, making sure you are comfortable before closing your door.

That fucking nickname… He would call you gumdrop instead of your name more often than not. That’s all, he didn’t mean anything by it, right?

When you are both buckled in, you start the drive across the island. Comfortable conversation is easy between you two. It’s like you fall back into a safe space with him. You talk about old vacations, funny moments, and what you both are up to these days. Neither of you mentions either of your failed relationships and you can’t keep the smile off of your face.

“Hey, we still have an hour until check-in. You wanna grab a bite or go to the beach or something?” he suggests.

“Are you sure they’re not waiting for us?” you counter, wondering if it’s a good idea to have a little moment with Nick all to yourself.

“I’d rather ask for forgiveness than permission. No pressure, just a suggestion,” he presses, taking a second to look over at you and smile that smile that has had you in a chokehold most of your life.

After thinking about it for all of five seconds, you agree to have lunch at Plum Pointe Kitchen. You enjoy a generous helping of Drunken Chicken nachos while Nick gets the VooDoo Shrimp PO’Boy. You share half of your meal, and Nick refuses to let you pay for anything.

Making your way to the Ocracoke Harbor Inn after lunch, you finally meet up with everyone. Dee is in mid-conversation with someone when she sees you and Nick pull up into the parking lot. She walks over to you and pulls you into a very tight embrace. It’s like everything was chaos before you got here.

“Oh my goodness, I am so glad you are here. How was the trip? Did you eat? Did Nick bore you? I’m sorry that I couldn’t come and meet you, but we had a little mishap with the reservation for the hotel and then I thought I left my wedding dress at home, and then we–”

You cut off Dee before she can work herself into a frenzy again, “Dee! Breathe. You’re gonna be fine, I promise. And is that Matthew? Introduce me already, would you?” you encourage, trying to get your friend’s mind off of the previous debacle and onto the man walking over.

Dee introduces you to Matthew and he charms you with the way he dotes on Dee. He seems like the type to be able to handle her rambling and intense emotions. How he looks at her while she speaks makes you miss having someone look at you like that.

“Well, it’s just about 3 o’clock now. Let’s get checked in and settled, then we can get together later?” Matthew chimes in.

“Sounds good,” Nick agrees, turning to you, “Go ahead and leave your stuff in my car. I’ll take you to your cottage after we are all checked in.” You nod, trying to hide your excitement. 

Once you are done with the receptionist, you get your key and the wifi password to your cottage. While waiting for everyone else to get done, you fiddle on your phone until Nick’s shadow looms over you. Looking up, you are greeted with his eyes no longer shielded by his sunglasses in the dim lobby.

“You ready, Gumdrop? We still have some time before Mom and Dad show up. And I think I remember Dee saying she would call when she was ready to go out,” he concludes, putting his hands in his pockets and rocking on his heels.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was nervous about something. But you don’t push.

“All set,” you say, smiling up at him feeling bold enough to wrap your arm around his while you walk out of the lobby.

Dee shouts after you to behave yourselves and tense up a bit while Nick chuckles, seemingly amused by his sister’s thinly veiled comment on two single adults being close. Damn them.

Nick opens the passenger side door for you again, closing it once you are safely inside. He drives to the Margaritaville Cottage where he will stay with his parents during the trip. He instructs you to stay in the car while he just drops his bags off and is back outside in a few minutes.

The next stop is your cottage, called the Treasure Chest. You snicker at the name, thinking it sounded more like a pirate-themed strip joint. When Nick asks what you’re laughing about, you tell him your thoughts on the name of where you are staying. The slow smile that spreads on his face makes you involuntarily clench your thighs, wondering what his days-old stubble would feel like between your legs.

He tilts his head just slightly at you, then turns back to the road, smile still intact. Luckily the drive is short as the cottages are fairly close to one another. Nick parks in the driveway and you both get out and stretch your legs. He comes around and grabs your shoulder bag and luggage, motioning for you to lead the way.

Walking up the steps to the door, you unlock it and are welcomed by the scent of fresh linen. The central air of the cottage is just this side of perfect and you drop your purse on the dining room table. Turning around, you see Nick walking into a room off of the living room.

“Holy shit, you got a King-sized bed,” he shouts from the bedroom.

Walking in, you sit at the foot of the bed next to Nick and start to untie your shoes. He follows suit and turns to you biting his lip, a question at the tip of his tongue.

Facing him, you ask, “What? Do I have something on my face?” 

“No. I, uh...I’m surprised you haven’t asked yet,” he notes. At your confusion, he holds up his left ring finger. A band of untanned skin around the base clues you in that he’s talking about his divorce.

“Nicky, I would never make you talk about it. It can’t be easy in that situation. I mean, I only broke up with Curtis a few months ago and we were only together for six months. I couldn’t imagine how a divorce feels after how long you and Tori were together,” you insist, placing a hand on his knee.

He covers your hand with his and nods. “Mom and Dad are pretty good about it. They don’t ask me how I’m doing with that sad look in their eyes anymore. But Dee? Jesus, when I told her about the incident, she was out for blood. I had to end up calming her down. All because someone broke her big bro’s heart. Love her, but she can get a little carried away,” he finishes.

“This is not to make you feel like you need to share, but you mentioned “the incident” and now I’m curious. Feel free to tell me to shut the fuck up. But I caught Curtis with his tongue down another woman’s throat. I don’t know for sure how long it had been going on or if they had done anything else together, but I knew at that moment that I was done. I am worth more than that. And so are you, Nicky,” you encourage, feeling a bit of weight lift off your shoulders after finally talking about your breakup.

“My situation was similar. Tori had been cheating on me for the last two years of our marriage with her boss. I had a feeling something was up, just didn’t want to believe it was something like this,” he reveals, continuing, “But I am moving on, so to speak. I’m not holding out anymore for her to come crawling back to me with a sad story and all that. Even though I hope that she falls in a sinkhole.”

You both laugh and continue talking, taking your minds off of your breakups. You reminisce about all of the times you’ve stayed on the island during vacations. You giggle over dumb stories of you all as teens in high school, hiding weed from your parents and drinking on the beach til it was time to sneak back into the hotel.

You get an idea and you tell Nick to give you a minute before you go back into the living room to retrieve your purse. Coming back into the bedroom, you pull out a vape pen and wiggle it in front of Nick’s face, a devilish smirk on your lips.

“We’ll just take one hit each and we will be fine. Just a bit more mellow,” you offer, pulling him to the balcony off of the living room. You each occupy a wicker chair and you hand over the device.

“Gumdrop, you little devil,” he takes the pen from you and inhales, closing his eyes and holding the smoke in his lungs before letting it out. The smoke dissipates quickly and you can see the weight lift off of his shoulders. Handing it back to you, he exhales loudly and leans back in his chair.

Putting the tip in your mouth, you hit the button and inhale. Warm vapor fills you and you release the button, holding in the smoke for a beat and then letting it out toward the sky. You put the pen down on the table between you and fold your legs under you, letting your dress cascade down.

Sitting in companionable silence with Nick feels great. Neither of you feels the need to talk while you listen to the sounds of nature around you. People walking around the cottages, cars driving by, and the distant waves from Pamlico Sound make you wish you had gone to the beach earlier.

“Fuck, that was only one hit and I feel like my bones are made of jelly,” you remark, swaying to a song that isn’t playing with your eyes closed.

Nick looks over to you and smiles, “Must be jelly ‘cause jam don’t shake like that.”

You open your eyes and turn to him, your mouth twitches before you break out into uncontrollable laughter. Nick soon follows and you both are taken over by the giggles. You settle down soon enough, still feeling the buzzing calmness of being high.

“The world needs more people like you,” you beam.

“Nah, I like being unique,” he replies, his phone chiming. Picking up a video call from Dee, “Hey Sis.”

“Hey, me and Matt were gonna go for dinner and drinks, you in?” she asks.

“Yeah, that sounds...good,” Nick answers for himself while looking at you to get your answer.

“Ok, well get ready and meet us at Oyster Company. And tell my best friend that she is coming, no ifs, ands, or buts. See you both soon!” With that, she ends the call.

“So...our decision has been made for us. Do you need to change or anything?” Nick wonders, gesturing to your traveling attire.

“If I take this dress off, I am not going out. Besides, I like this dress. I think I look positively adorable. But I will change my shoes to something more comfortable,” you finish before Nick can comment on how he also likes your dress. You pick up the vape pen, make your way back to your luggage, and pull out some flat sandals.

Once you are ready, you make your way back outside and are surprised to see Dee and Matt parked on the street outside of your cottage. “We decided to pick you up. Matt is DD tonight, so we can all get a little loosey-goosey. Plus, I can always tell when Nick is high, so get in losers!”

Nick snorts, and you are mortified to be found out, but you quickly get over it once you are in the backseat of Matt’s Audi Q4. The short ride to the restaurant was spent with Nick’s left leg brushing against your right leg. He was either manspreading or he wanted to touch you and wanted to keep it under the radar.

Either way, you were excited to feel his warmth next to you.

When you make it to the restaurant, you sit at a high table and it almost feels like a double date. Especially when your waitress congratulates Dee and Matt on their wedding while remarking that you and Nick make a cute couple as well. Your face warms up and you suddenly feel like every eye is on you. 

Nick comes to your rescue, answering the waitress with a smile, “My girl’s a bit shy, is all. Can we get a pitcher of beer for the table to start? And also two shots of Crown Royal Vanilla for me and the little lady. Thanks.”

If it was possible, you would have melted through the floor and evaporated, but instead, you just hide behind the menu until Nick pokes his head in.

“That wasn’t to embarrass you, I swear. But I got nervous that she was gonna try and flirt with me, so I dragged you under the proverbial bus with me,” he admits, his lopsided smile only making you want him more.

“Fine. You’ll just have to make it up to me,” you warn, a devious grin appearing on your face. 

You put down your menu just as the waitress comes back with the drinks. Taking both shots, you hand one to Nick. Staring in each other’s eyes, you clink your shot glasses and then tap them on the table before taking the shot. The sweet burn of the liquor warms you from within while Nick’s eyes on you melt whatever nerves you had previously.

A cleared throat breaks your trance, your focus changing from Nick to Dee.

“I talked to Mom and Dad and they won’t get here ‘til Friday afternoon with the rest of the guests. Dad said he had a few things to take care of and not to worry. Of course, I worry tenfold because he told me not to,” Dee interjects, busying herself with pouring beer into her frosted glass.

“Baby, they’ll be here as soon as they can. Don’t you worry your pretty little head about anything,” Matt insists, moving a strand of hair away from Dee’s face before kissing her.

“Promise to keep me occupied?” she requests, a sinful smile on her face.

“I do,” he jokes, clearly proud of himself for making his fiancée blush.

“First of all, how dare you? Secondly, that was almost too cute so watch yourself,” she laughs.

You roll your eyes at the happy couple and smile, going back to looking over the menu. The waitress comes back to the table and takes your orders. Over the meal, you get to know Matt a bit more and you can see how Dee fell in love with him. He’s intelligent, funny, and charismatic. The way he talks about and to her makes you so happy to know your friend found love.

When they turn to talk to each other, you and Nick spark up a conversation about work. He tells you what he can about working for the government, keeping the specific details to himself. You regale him with stories of your time as a freelance writer. You’ve written for dozens of publications, but you just want to get your original works out there for people to enjoy. 

After mentioning a few pieces you wrote for GQ, Nick expressed interest in reading your articles. You try and downplay your skills, but he presses you for the links. Taking out your phone, you realize that you don’t have his number. 

While you exchange digits with Nick, you are too busy to notice Dee casting a sidelong glance and smiling to herself. You ramble on as you send him link after link of some of your favorites. With your face in your phone, you don’t notice the way Nick looks at you with a mix of pride and hunger.

“Well, I am ready to call it a night,” Dee yawns, getting everyone’s attention, “But I could use a nightcap. Who’s up for a trip to the ABC Store? We can make it before they close.”

Everyone agrees and after the check is paid, you all pile into Matt’s SUV for the quick drive to the liquor store. You browse the aisles for a bit by yourself. Filling up your basket with a bottle of wine, some whiskey, and a six-pack of hard seltzers, you surmise that this will sustain you for the week ahead and go in search of the others.

You find Nick in front of the beer cooler, hard at work trying to decide between a 12-pack of Sam Adams’ Cold Snap and Harpoon’s Long Thaw. You suggest he get both and he agrees.

Meeting Dee and Matt up at the front of the store, you stand next to Nick in line and he laughs at the contents of your shopping basket. He puts his beer up for the cashier to scan and has you do the same, paying for your items. 

A little piece of you feels taken care of and you thank him while continuing to tell him he doesn’t have to. He just shushes you and says you can make it up to him later. Before your mind can think about what that might entail, the sale is rung and bagged. Nick picks up the beer and you grab the bag of your things.

Nick asks Matt to just drop him off at your cottage since he left his car there. His cottage is literally next door, but you’re not exactly gonna deny yourself the company. Dee and Matt drive away and you turn back to Nick. You both laugh nervously and you surprise yourself by speaking up.

“So, um. I was gonna have a weed and whiskey moment to myself, but I’d be willing to share if you’re interested,” you hint, watching as he weighs his options. 

“Lead the way, Gumdrop,” he replies.

He follows you in, closing the door behind him. He puts his beer into the fridge along with your hard seltzer. You put the wine on the counter and take out the whiskey while Nick finds two short glasses in the cabinet. Pouring a generous amount in each one, he offers you a drink and you take a sip of the amber liquid. 

Letting the whiskey sit in your mouth, you savor the hints of vanilla and spice. You reach in your purse for your vape pen and take a hit of it before offering it to Nick. Taking a long pull off of the pen, he exhales and you watch as his shoulders relax. You both take another sip of whiskey and revel in the dual flavors of the weed and whiskey.

You take your glass and the bottle, moving onto the patio off of the living room, and sit down in one of the wicker chairs while Nick takes the other. The conversation comes easily enough. Mostly high thoughts and random memories come to mind. After a while, you put on some music and when 6 Underground by Sneaker Pimps comes on, you can’t help but dance in your chair.

Nick stares while you close your eyes and move your hands to the trip-hop classic. You spend the entire song moving to the downtempo beat and enjoying your crossfade. The trance you were under slowly dissipates as the song ends and Pendulum by FKA Twigs starts.

When you open your eyes, Nick is pulling you to stand up. You’re lost as to what he is doing until his hands go to yours, pulling them to rest around his neck while he holds your hips. As the song continues, you follow his slow lead and sway to the intimate and mesmerizing indie hit.

🎶

You're younger than I am broken

I dance feelings like they're spoken

So my conversation's not enough

So lonely trying to be yours

Running through sliding doors

So lonely trying to be yours

When you're looking for so much more

🎶

By the time the song ends, the heat between you is unmistakable. Your hand tangles in his hair when he pulls you impossibly closer. Mere centimeters separate your lips. All you would need is to lean just one step closer and you’d finally get to taste his kiss.

Nick beats you to it and his hands pull your face to his, crashing your lips together. You can’t hold back the moan that escapes your lips and he swallows it adding in his own grunts and groans. Kiss after kiss, you radiate carnality and passion. 

Breaking the kiss, you watch as he licks his puffy bottom lip. You take in a breath of air and prepare to dive back in but Nick voices his thoughts.

“You are gonna be the death of me, Gumdrop,” he sighs, and at your brows furrowing he continues, “You’ve only been back in my life for a day and I’m already thinking of ways to keep you in it. Don’t hate me, but I think we should chill out, just for tonight. I swear, if you still want this by tomorrow night, I am all yours. But you better be all mine. Please, tell me you can wait for me?”

“Tomorrow night and you’re all mine?” you plead, and he nods.

“Less than 24 hours, baby. Show me that these feelings aren’t just from the substances in our system,” he insists, and you wanna fuck him even more now after he says that.

You nod and he speaks up, “Need to hear your words, baby, like a big girl.”

“Fuck...yes, I can wait. I can wait for you, Nicky,” you whimper and he rests his forehead against yours. 

“That’s my good girl,” he praises, lifting his head from yours, “Now, why don’t we call it a night before I go back on my word? You look so good in this dress and I really wanna be good.”

Agreeing with him, you clean up your empty glasses and move the bottle to the counter next to the wine. Nick pulls you into him one last time, snaking a hand down to your ass and grabbing a hefty portion of it before a hardy slap lands on your left cheek. He only snickers at your yelp and nibbles on your bottom lip. 

“Keep that same energy for me because tomorrow I’m not holding back,” he vows, and if you weren’t leaning into him, your legs would’ve surely buckled. If he notices the tremble go through your body, he makes no mention of it and for that you are grateful.

“Goodnight, Nicky,” you hum.

“Sleep tight, Gumdrop. And do me a favor?” he challenges, at your nod he continues, “Save it for me. I’m gonna take care of you tomorrow, so no need to touch that kitty tonight, right?”

You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding, “Right.”

He leaves and once the door is closed, you lean back against it, your hand going to your neck where your pulse is playing a sick beat against your skin.

Less than 24 hours, you think. You got this.

That night, you dream of grayish-blue eyes and large hands roaming your body.

January 21st, 2024 – Day Two 

You wake just before 10:30 am and are greeted with a good morning text from Nick. He lets you know that he is taking you out, just the two of you. Since Dee and Matt are enjoying a couple’s spa package, he figures it would only be right to hit some of your favorite places on the island.

You are dressed and out the door by noon. Nick takes you to pick up lunch at Taqueria 504 Suazo’s and you drive out to rent a Jeep Gladiator at for a few hours to drive on the beach. One of the best things about this island is that everything is so close. After 5 minutes, you are at your destination. 

Nick drives out a ways past the other people enjoying the off-season and stops about a minute after the last two fishermen you see. Guess he wanted a secluded spot, you think to yourself. While you get the food, Nick grabs the beach chairs and umbrella that he rented. The ocean breeze is agreeable enough, but you are glad that you brought a thin sweater to keep the chill off.

Once you sit down, you hand over Nick’s food and he digs into his burrito while you munch on your fish tacos. When your meal is finished, Nick puts your leftovers in the Gladiator and lets down the truck bed. He beckons you over and helps you sit on the edge and he climbs up and sits next to you while you both look at the water.

“Ya know, the last time we came out here I was just finishing my third year at Virginia Tech. You and Dee were seniors. I remember hoping upon hope that you would apply to VT and I remember you telling me you were accepting a scholarship from Princeton. I just sucked it up and congratulated you. Even though I was hoping you would understand why I wanted you close, I was so proud of you for venturing off on your own. You were always one to go after what you wanted. I just couldn’t stop wanting to be what you wanted,” he confesses, looking off into the water.

“I wanted you, Nicky. Trust me, I did. But I was so afraid that I had a dumb little crush on someone who would never see me as someone other than his little sister’s best friend. The last time I saw you, I thought it was right to push away the idea of you ever having feelings for me. I also may have been afraid of what Dee would say. She’s kind of protective over both of us, ya know?” you finish.

“That girl can be a vicious little thing when she wants to,” he chuckles, shaking his head, “But don’t you think it’s kind of a sign that she had me pick you up from the ferry? And how suddenly today, we have a free schedule to do whatever we want together? I know my sister, and she’s done this before. She matched me up with my high school girlfriend, Beth.”

“Ugh, Beth with the braces and bangs. I used to call her Triple B behind your back. I hated her so much,” you mutter, trying to push the image of them kissing out of your mind.

“Yeah, well. I knew you hated her, but me being an idiot teenager didn’t exactly know that meant you liked me. I just thought you didn’t like her because she was kind of a bitch. She was plenty nice to me, but she could be...a little scary, at times,” he laughs, surprising himself.

“So...you think Dee would be ok with...this?” you say, gesturing between the two of you.

“I just think there is no way she would let us be alone together if she wasn’t halfway hoping it would work out,” he guesses, “Plus, honestly? We’re adults. We’re allowed to go after what makes us happy.”

A slow smile spreads across your face and you pull Nick in for a kiss. You don’t want to jinx it but he makes you happy too. The way he looks at you like you hung the moon, the way he listens to you and asks questions and the way he kisses you? 

It just has to be real.

Packing up your beach equipment, you head back to drop off everything. Getting back into his SUV, you head around the island and view some of the sights. You go shopping and pick up some new knick knacks to take home. Visiting the lighthouse, you take some photos and make sure to bring Dee and Matt here before you leave the island.

Since most of the island’s restaurants are closed on Sundays, you venture to Ocracoke Variety Store and opt for cooking dinner together. After you have all the ingredients you need for a simple fish fry, you head back to your cottage and you and Nick get your hands dirty.

You have him cutting up potatoes for steak fries while you are preparing the batter for the fish. When dinner is ready, you sit at the dining room table with soft music playing in the background. While Nick wanted to take you out for your first date, he could appreciate the quiet setting with just the two of you enjoying each other’s company.

Finishing your meal, Nick takes your hand and kisses your knuckles. You smile and warmth radiates in your cheeks. You hate to admit it, but you wish you had a little liquid courage right now. But the nerves you feel only cement that this is happening.

He pulls you up from your seat, the hunger in his eyes evident from his blown-wide pupils. Leading you into the bedroom, he stops just short of the end of the bed. Standing behind you as you face the bed, he runs his hands down your bare arms and whispers in your ear.

“I cannot wait to take you apart, Gumdrop. But,” he starts, turning you around to face him, “First, I just want to take my time and worship this beautiful body I know you’re hiding from me.”

If he wasn’t holding you up, you would have melted into the carpet. But he’s there with firm hands and a gentle grip. Helping you out of your dress, he lays it on the chair in the corner. Coming back, he admires the white lace bra and panty set that accentuates your body shape.

His lips come back to yours, tasting your desire and wantonness with every kiss. Wrapping an arm around you, he guides you to lay back on the bed while maintaining the liplock. He kisses down your neck and across your collarbone while his hand unclasps your bra and removes it from your body.

Laying a kiss between your breasts draws a quick inhale from you. You can tell he’s proud of himself when he looks up at you while he licks one pert nipple, the other between his thumb and forefinger. He sucks on it as if he could siphon gold from your tits. Switching to the other, he gives it the same attention. 

The noises that come from him as he plays with your breasts are enough to make you shiver. He whimpers when you moan and throw your head back. He groans when he kisses down your belly, stopping to look up at you before he plants a quick kiss upon your covered mound.

He pulls down your panties at such an agonizing speed. Nick has to squeeze his dick through his pants when a string of your wetness stretches from your pussy to your underwear. Spreading your legs apart, he feasts on the view of your lips opening like a flower before him.

He wanted to go slow, he really did. But once he flattens his tongue and licks up from your entrance to your swollen nub, he is mesmerized by the taste of you. He goes back and forth between sucking on your button and lapping up whatever nectar drips from you. You can feel yourself inching toward the finish line, and he is right there to talk you through it.

“Fuck...you taste like Heaven...that’s right, baby...let go and cum for me like a good girl,” he commands between licks and kisses.

You’re nothing if not a good listener and seconds later, your walls are clamping around his fingers. You’ve never cum like this before and it washes over you like a warm waterfall. He removes his fingers from your wet opening and sucks them clean before moving up the bed to kiss you.

Tasting yourself on his tongue, you are beyond turned on. You tug at the hem of his shirt and he sits up to pull it off. Running your hands over his chest, you pull at the button of his pants.

“Use your words,” he urges, his hands stopping yours from moving further.

“Need to feel you, Nick. Please fuck me,” you beg, all thoughts gone from your head.

“There’s my good girl,” he replies, standing up from the bed to undress fully. Climbing back on the bed, he kneels between your legs. He strokes himself slowly, eight inches of uncut cock staring you in the face. He squeezes the base and you can tell he is just as excited as you are.

You crook a finger at him and once again, he is on top of you. With nothing between you, you’re impossibly close and you only want to get closer. Your hand soon finds his erection and he hisses at the contact, groaning when you stroke him.

He leans on one forearm while his other hand guides his tip between your lips, gathering some of your slick before entering you. You both groan loudly once he is fully settled inside you. 

“You good, baby?” he asks, anxious to start moving his hips.

“God, yes. Fuck me, Nicky,” you plead, feeling so full when you arch your back.

Foregoing words, Nick retracts his hips and thrusts into you. The wet squelch as he fucks you is music to your ears, just like the way he tells you how beautiful you are in between kisses. He uses your breasts as handholds while he pummels your snatch.

The way he looks into your eyes while he plunges inside you excites you so much that you don’t even notice when a tear escapes your eye. He kisses it away, trailing his lips to your neck where he sucks at your pulse point. At this point, you couldn't care less about a hickey. You just want to be his.

Your next orgasm surprises you and you squeeze his cock from the inside, coating him in your cream. 

“Good girl, coming all over my fucking dick. Feels so fucking good when you tighten around me like that. You are taking me so well, Gumdrop. Yes. You. Are,” he grunts, punctuating the last three words with deep thrusts inside you.

Flipping you over so you are on top, Nick grabs your hips and you start to ride him. You bounce on his cock like it’s the last time you get to fuck. By the mewls coming from him, you are doing it just right.

You feel another climax on its way, slowly building up in your core. Nick swats your hand away when you go to rub your clit. He licks his thumb and massages your neglected pearl until you are unable to hold it in any longer. The dual stimulation is too much and you gush, soaking Nick’s abdomen and your thighs.

“Oh fuck, baby. Such a good fucking girl for me. You must want my cum inside you with the way you’re...riding my dick. Shit, baby, I’m gonna blow. Where do you want it, baby?” he asks, you reply by doubling down on your hip motions.

“Right there, Nicky. Cum inside me, please,” you implore breathlessly.

“Yes, baby. Gonna cum for you, gonna fill you up so good. Ugh, fuck, here it comes,” he whimpers, his hold on your hips so tight to keep you close to him. 

You feel every twitch of his cock, his muscles pulling taut across his arms and chest as he floods your canal. Your name on his lips as he comes down is a badge of honor. Yes, you did that shit.

He pulls you down to kiss him, shallow thrusts keeping him semi-hard before he pulls out. He lays you down next to him, cuddling you close and kissing your forehead. You start to fall asleep but you can feel Nick moving off the bed. Your hand shoots out to grab for him, but he shushes you.

He goes into the bathroom and you hear the faucet running before he comes out with a wet washcloth. Wiping down your sensitive folds, he takes care of you so well. Putting the washcloth back in the bathroom, he comes back and helps you get under the covers and he snuggles in with you.

With your arms and legs entangled in one another, you drift off peacefully.

January 22nd – January 26th 2024 

The days before the wedding are spent enjoying the island with Nick, Dee, and Matt before the other guests arrive. More than once, Dee has cornered both you and Nick, asking embarrassing questions. You both say nothing, feigning ignorance even though Nick has moved into your cottage over the week, abandoning the cottage that he was supposed to share with his parents.

That being said, once his parents do finally make it to the island, he doesn’t even try and act like he isn’t staying with you. The smile on his father’s face says it all, he approves. His mother is far too preoccupied with getting everyone together for the wedding rehearsal to notice anything. 

That is until she catches you and Nick making heart eyes at each other as you stand in for the Bride and Groom in rehearsal. Yes, it was a bit too soon to be playing Wedding Day with a man whose divorce is less than 100 days old.

But when you know, you know.

At dinner, you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom and you don’t notice Nick following after you. Before you can enter the ladies’ room, a hand on your arm pulls you into the nearby gender-neutral bathroom.

You turn around and are met with hungry eyes before he descends upon you. Turning you around to face the mirror, he puts your hands on the sink and sinks to his knees, his hands roaming under your dress and up your legs until he pulls down your panties. He pulls out his already hard dick and pumps himself a few times before sliding inside you.

“Don’t fucking move, baby. Keep looking at yourself in the mirror, and your hands stay right where they are. You thought you could get away with teasing me in this tight fucking dress,” he breathes, “I want you to watch yourself while I fuck you til you’re dripping for me like the good girl I know you can be.”

When he places his hands on your hips, he begins a steady pace. He watches you in the mirror as your orgasm takes you over without warning. You squeeze him, your walls fluttering and coaxing him to follow you when you cover him in your juices.

But he surprises you when he pulls out and pulls your panties back up. When you turn around to ask why, he only kisses you and whispers in your ear, “I’ll get mine later, don’t you worry.” That only fills you with a little dread, your legs still wobbly as Nick tucks himself away and straightens his outfit. “Can’t have them knowing I just got my dick wet, right baby? See you back out there.” 

He exits the bathroom and leaves you with slick running down your legs and your brain falling out of your ears. And he’s worried about you being the death of him?

You straighten yourself and use the bathroom for its intended purpose. Once back in the banquet hall, you pray to any god who will listen that you don’t look like you just got some dick. You see Nick and Matt in a conversation like he’d been here the whole time. When Dee asks why you look flustered, you lie and say you’re just a bit tired.

Nick overhears you talking to Dee and interjects himself into the conversation, “Why don’t we go get some fresh air? Don’t worry, Sis, I’ll take care of her.” Helping you out of your chair, you both say goodnight to those at dinner.

Nick takes you back to the cottage, pulling you behind him as he walks out onto the balcony. Crashing his lips to yours, his hands scrunch up the fabric of your dress until you feel the night air chill your skin. 

“Hands on the railing, baby,” he says, peeling your soaked panties from you.

Nick’s pushing inside you in the next breath and it’s like he belonged there all along. Holding onto your hips, he begins his onslaught. All you can do is hold yourself up and be happy that no one is walking down this road because fuck they would be able to see you getting absolutely railed without abandon.

Your grip on the railing is faltering as he slams into you and he takes pity on you. He uses the grip on your hips to pull you back so you sit on his lap while he sits in the wicker chair. He moves you up and down on his dick while saying the filthiest things to you.

Once your climax hits, his pace falters and he thrusts up into you. His tip hits your cervix as he pumps you full. He holds you against him and kisses up your neck as you lay back on his chest. For a few moments, all you both can do is breathe and caress each other.

His dick slips free of you and you feel his load dripping from your thoroughly used hole. 

“Come with me back to Virginia,” he whispers, surprising both of you, “Don’t say no just yet. Think about it. We don’t leave for a couple of days. I have not been this happy in a very long while and I think I make you happy too. Just think about it, Gumdrop.”

A million things go through your head at the thought of giving up your life in New Jersey. This was a big step after only a week of playing house. Your brain comes up with so many what-ifs and reasons to not leap. But then one thought sticks, and you smile.

When you know, you know.

January 27th, 2024 – Wedding Day

You were never a big crier, but you shed many tears watching your childhood best friend marry the love of her life. It fills you with hope that everything does happen for a reason. While listening to their vows, you wonder if you could ever make that type of commitment. At that moment, Nick squeezes your hand and you smile up at him. Like he could read your mind, he seems to always know what to do to give you comfort.

Then again, he has known you most of his life. And when you think about it, it has always been him. A distant memory replays in your head of him simply putting a band-aid on your skinned knee when you were nine and he was twelve. Even then, he was there for you with a smile and a friendly hug.

The wedding reception is an all-out party but you expect nothing less from the Fowlers. The music, the food, and the atmosphere are perfect. Dee enjoys herself and is just happy to be married to Matt. And you are so happy for her, to see her without a care in the world. 

Nick focuses on you the entire night, making sure you are comfortable and that you have everything you need. You sit in his lap, effectively confirming any rumors that may have spread about you two. His hand on your knee is warm and you want to sneak out of here and take him to the nearest closet. But he doesn’t let you move an inch once he has you in his clutches.

The wedding photographer snaps a pic of you squealing when Nick plants a sloppy kiss on your cheek. The guests around you simultaneously swoon and groan, depending on their relationship status. Not that you care, you had your man. That’s all that matters.

After the wedding, you and Nick sneak off to a secluded area of the beach to look up at the stars. Taking off your shoes, you don’t mind the sand between your toes. You spend most of the night on the beach, just enjoying each other’s company under the moon. 

You are lucky enough to see a few shooting stars, and you can’t stop yourself from making a wish or two. Wondering if Nick made a wish, you open your mouth to ask him but close it just as quickly. You know his wish already and only you could make it come true.

Coming back to the cottage is bittersweet. The last night of your vacation is spent lying naked with Nick. No sex, just intimate cuddling. You loved how safe you felt in his arms, and you couldn’t deny yourself this feeling.

January 28th, 2024

You’re nervous all morning and Nick tries his best to keep your mind off leaving the island. But all you want to do is spend all day in bed with him.

Saying goodbye to Dee that day is full of teary-eyed hand-holding, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. You hug her mother and father and thank them for inviting you. 

Nick drives you to the ferry, thinking for all the world that this is the last time he will see you. But like you continue to do, you surprise him when he’s helping you with your bags.

“So, I have some things to clear up in Jersey, but I was thinking Valentine’s Day is just a couple of weeks away. You can come to my place and we can spend some time together. I may not be ready to move 7 hours away just yet. But I know that I am not ready to be without you. I want you to know that I want this, whatever this is,” you admit, gesturing between the two of you.

“I can be amenable to that. On one condition,” he offers, taking your hands in his.

“And what is that one condition, Nicky?” you press, wondering what else he could want or if your terms weren’t enough.

“When we are with each other again, I get to call you my girl. That’s it. Be mine, and all that?” he laughs, watching as the frown lines on your forehead disappear and a smile grows on your face.

“You had me for a second, Nicky. But, why wait? I’m all yours already. Plus, I’ve already planted my flag in your back pocket,” you tease, snaking your hand around to goose him.

“So that would make me your man, then? And you’re my girl. Makes me wanna ask what made you decide to try this with me?” he hesitates, half wanting an answer and the other half just happy that you said yes.

“Hey, like I always say,” you start, wrapping your arms around his neck, “When you know, you know.”

END…?

A/N: All of the places in this story are real, this is not an advertisement for Ocracoke Island, NC btw. I just loved vacationing here so much, that I wanted to use it in a story lol.

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Hello! Could you write up pining scenarios for MK and Macaque with an easily-flustered reader, where both parties think that the other person isn't interested in them even though it's really obvious that it's mutual, and one day, one of them just blurts out that they like the other person?? Ty!! And have a nice day!! ^v^

Mk:

- He never ever minds that you get flustered so easily, not at all, he doesn't really try much to fluster you because honestly even though it's cute he doesn't really care all that much

- Man just wants to spend quality time with you

- He really loves you and he kinda worries you don't like him back, your withdrawn personality makes it a bit difficult for him to tell whenever you like having him around or not

- He does sometimes sometimes worry over it, but that's just his anxiety talking

- You sometimes worry too that you messed up something with how easily flustered you get, you just go in your room, lay on your bed with your head buried in your pillow wondering WHY THE HECK DID YOU SAY THAT??

- Then you'd start thinking of Mk all day and how kind and nice he is, making you blush so badly, THE DAMN CUTIE JUST WON'T GET OUT OF YOUR HEAD!

- Mk really invites you everywhere, maybe on the flower fruit mountain with Wukong and Macaque (he's trying to get them to befriend each other), or game nights with Mei, he invites you everywhere because you're his second closest friend

- And he mostly always brings someone along too because it's fun when there's more people around

- So you are a bit surprised when he invites you to the summer festival alone, just the two of you, he said that he wants to separate from the group a little to spend more time with you

- The whole crew is going and yet he wants to be alone with you??? Your heart nearly jumps out of your chest

- Once at the summer festival, Mk is holding your hand after some time, he holds it throughout the entire time and doesn't let go unless you want to

- But you don't complain, you like the gesture

- Both of you have fun as he shows you around, you never felt happier and seeing that smile of his is enough to make your heart flutter with warmth

- Even so there seems to be a almost... Intense atmosphere in the air? It's pretty usual for you to be flustered, but surprisingly Mk was too

- He was a lot more closer than usual as well, more caring and giving you sweet smiles, it makes your heart melt

- He also seems like he wants to tell you something but always hesitates and ends up not saying it

- His sweet gestures confirms your love for him once more, though you doubt he likes you back. After a while you just began thinking of just telling him you love him and face the consequences

- Basically both of you idiots are thinking the same thing yet you refuse to speak

- In the end, once the fireworks start both of you just blunt out at the same time that you like each other which you are surprised by

- The surprise immediately fades off though and you two laugh. Inside you felt really relieved your feeling are returned, that was definitely the best night of your life you won't be forgetting for a while...

Macaque:

- You don't really mind Macaque all that much but he does enjoy distracting you from your work and messing with you, just bugging you when he's bored

- He doesn't do it all that often, he just likes getting reactions out of you and when he found out how flustered you are, oh ho, he found a better target

- Still he wouldn't do it all the time, just sometimes, seeing you so red and flustered makes him feel very different than from what he felt when he used to bug you, his heart feels warm and fuzzy when he sees you all shy and... Oh. Is he in love?

- Course, since he has six ears, he can definitely feel when your heart starts beating loudly or when your breath hithes and becomes a bit uneven, but since you have anxiety and are like that with nearly everyone it's hard for him to tell whenever you like him or not

- He just wants to find out, he hopes you like him back and he begins to worry that he's being a jackass to you, it's just his way of flirting... He's not used to being affectionate to show love like others might be.

- Yeah, he does love to cuddle, most people do but he's a bit embarrassed to just ask you that, he'd rather it happens accidentally, he doesn't want you to see how much he enjoys it

- ... He's definitely not good at feelings

- So he does make it seem like accidents, usually when he comes to spend the night with you and you fall asleep, he immediately changes his position on the bed and carefully cuddles you so you don't wake up

- You always wake up to him cuddling you, which definitely looks like it was an accident each time, you think that maybe he tossed in bed or something. Even so you can definitely see he enjoys it by the way his tail wags, that side of him he can't hide.

- He has to wake you up since you're definitely not a morning person, once you're awake he talks and chats with you until you feel less drowsy

- So imagine his shock when you lazily said you love him, it was quiet but he definitely catches it and his heart skips a beat

- Once he asks you to repeat what you said, you are fully awake now and so embarrassed upon remembering what you just told him

- Feeling disappointment and humiliation, you mumble another 'I love you', knowing he won't return your feelings.

- You had low hopes and you were ready for him to push you off of the bed and go to his own home, to never see you again...

- But instead his grip tightens around you and he kisses your forehead, whispering that he loves you too

- You didn't discuss it further than that, you could feel warmth and love as you two lay down on the bed cuddling, no words are needed to be spoken now that both of you know you like one another

- At least not for now, for now you just want to enjoy comfortable and warm silence

[evanhamato]

Hello! I’d like to request a rottmnt (Casey, cass and April too if you want too!) Headcanons x reader (both crushing on each other / pining) and reader is extremely clumsy? And gets bruised so easily (seriously, I noticed last night I bruised my palm / fingers pretty bad and I don’t even remember how I did that, like, nothing major happened, just BOOM hand got hurt) and they try to hide it or not make it a big deal cuz they doesn’t want to “cause trouble” or worry anyone, and they get really bashful with ppl taking care of them?

Please and thank you, hope you have a good day

[ Clutz ]

ROTTMNT x GN!Reader who is clumsy

A/N: YES. this is exactly like me!! also im sorry for the delay in posts!! im trying to do 2 asks a day but with how much asks im getting i assume that wont be working?? anyways, thank you anon for requesting and i hope you heal quickly <3! P.S: I LOVEDD WRITING THIS ONEEE!!

Relationships: Romantic

TW: Injuries, treating injuries, fluff, worry, kisses, cuddling

Raph

He knows before you even tell him.

He subconsciously searches his brothers, what makes you think he wont search you?

Eventually when you are forced to tell him while he was patching you up, he gets a little upset.

Regardless, he understands. (Being the eldest and all.)

Don't think he doesn't check on you extra though.

Weekly checkups, also comes with weekly cuddles and kisses.

Warns you if there's anywhere you can get injured from a mistake.

If he see's you fall or bump into something, he'll check the area around 15 minutes later to see if it bruised, it's going to be bruised regardless.

He never runs out of supplies?? What logic is this??

Regardless, total sweetheart.

Leo

To be honest, he only notices after a week or two after a hard mission.

Are you not healing? Are they new?

When you go to get your bandages changed, he asks you about them.

You explain and he lets out an 'ooh' before pouting.

You, a hassle, a burden? That's the dumbest thing he's ever heard.

Gets ice for your bruises right away whenever you bump into stuff.

Prevent the bruising as much as possible, right?

Throws his hand out when he see's you're going to hurt yourself.

Always ends up with him trying to lean over the table and falling himself.

Mutual pining? Nah. Mutual idiots. /aff Bonus:

His medical supplies keep going missing. Wonder where they went.

Donnie

Please. For the love of god. STAY OUT THE LAB.

Clumsy + chemicals + metal = owchie.

Knew about the clumsiness and bruising, not about how you felt.

Taking Dr. Feelings instructions, he tries to comfort you.

He ends up messing up and saying something goofy, you suddenly can't take him serious anymore.

Later in your relationship, he gains the habit of giving your bruises a small kiss. (It started with you bugging him about how your "boo-boos" needed kisses.)

Guides you away from dangerous things without you realizing.

He isn't good with words so, unlike his brothers, he'll straight up tell you while helping you that you are not a burden.

Actions may be more powerful than words but, words get the point across easier.

He does his best, he's trying, I swear.

Mikey

Poor guy doesn't notice the bruises until after you open up.

Don't think he didn't notice you shying away though. He is Dr. Feelings after all.

Mikey doesn't quite have enough skills to patch you up so he goes to Leo, to stay safe.

Regardless of excuses, you are in fact scheduled for a meeting with the Dr. himself.

After said session, expect affection statistics to go HAYWIRE.

He has a shell, you can't get hurt if he's clinging onto you, right?

Plus, more love!

Asks Donnie if there's anything scientific behind the injuries, he just wants to try to reduce it as much as possible.

Simple cuts or scratches?

You get the "feel better" band-aids. (Band-Aids with motivational sentences on them. Prescribed by Dr. Feelings himself.)

[geckoscream]

hello, it is i, sam (any pronouns), a new simblr. 🐸✨

well, not really, since i had a simblr last year but i deactivated it bc i was too busy in college (i still am busy due to me working on my thesis film), and i've been posting for a few days already. i came back upon hearing about the for rent pack referencing southeast asian food and culture. if i see a filipino reference, i wear my biggest pair of sunnies, pull out my philippine flag, and wave it as a colorful array of fireworks explode behind me. /j

i plan to keep my style mostly maxis mix. i'm also going to post mostly random screenshots and some cas lookbooks and portraits. if i'll post anything gameplay-related, expect it to be a bit odd. chaotic. not-so-organized. silly, even. perhaps i'll even make bad cc in the future. btw that's my sim, tina fish, and she has a daughter, tuna. yes i plan to name everyone after food.🐟

feel free to follow and reblog, i'd like to make friends and mutuals here again. we can talk about the endless bugs that makes the sims 4 so annoying and occasionally funny, and much more (*cough* honkai star rail *cough*).

[peppermint-monster]

Arrange Marriage Sanemi Shinazugawa X Chubby Reader!

Warnings: Handjob, Mean! Sanemi (For the most part), Pet names (Princess, My Love, etc...), Degradation, Humiliation, Masturbation (Solo Female), Unprotected sex (At the very end), Blowjob, Dirty talk, Confession, Jealousy-ish Reader, Cheating...?, Thighjob, Rejection...?, Caught, Mutual Masturbation. Basically, NSFW. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Also be mindful that I didn't really mention much of the reader's appearance (besides she's a female) since I wanted to keep it vague for everyone to relate as much as possible, though it is definitely for the more voluptuous side of ladies. 😊

Please be mindful that all photos are not mine, but the making of the collage is.

MINORS DNI!!!! 🔞🙅🏻‍♀️ If you're not comfortable with this, please ignore!

Arranged Marriage: Sanemi Shinazugawa X Chubby Reader! Who to her parents, Shinazugawa was the ideal man that they’d picked for their daughter, well business-wise at least. 

Her father became good friends with a man called Ubuashiki Kaguya, who made an arrangement for her to marry one of the Harshira’s when she reached a certain age. Not knowing about this agreement until it was too late.

In front of her parents and herself were Ubuashiki and the man whom she promised to marry, Sanemi Shinazugawa, who was kneeling next to her father's friend. When first meeting him, she could say she was intimidated by his appearance, having many scars scattered on his face and down his body, trailing down and hidden from sight by his uniform. He was definitely the opposite of her, with a rough, muscular body with numerous scars scattered around, while hers was far smoother and soft to the touch, with only stretch marks here and there. Yet she didn't seem to mind. 

She quickly averted her gaze, and her face became warm the moment she saw his bloodshot eyes stare back at her. Oh no, she was caught!

“Hello, I look forward to getting to know much more about you.” As quickly as she turned away, she quickly turned back to his eyes the moment she heard his voice. Oh, how deep and smooth it was. She could feel the tingling sensation between her thighs with every word he spoke, not that she was paying attention.

As far as she knew, he seemed like a respectful, calm, collectible man, almost what one could call an ideal gentleman. She doesn't know much about what her father supported, just that he could at least protect her from what lurks in the dark.

Forcing them to spend more time together. She cries out in response to her father's unexpected action; shoving her through the other end of the sliding doors while closing them behind her.

She was forced inside the room, hitting a wall that seemed to be tipping down with her as she braced for impact, squeezing her eyes shut until she collided with the solid figure, which she now sensed felt warm. She used her hand, which was clutching what she wasn't aware was a piece of clothing, to feel whether what she was thinking was true.

She gasps from feeling her hand being slapped away from what she didn't know was Sanemi's face.

“Get off of me!”

“I-I-I’m so sorry-”

Using his other hand, Sanemi places his hand on her face forcing her to move to the side.

“I’m sorry!” She bowed from where she sat while seeing him move farther away to another set of sliding doors, that he laid down on his side facing what she just noticed was one of the entrances to the courtyard.

It was silent for a moment before she finally dared to speak, “It’s such a lovely day out, such a nice breeze we are having today don't you think?” She awkwardly said, crawling her way towards Sanemi until she was next to him. Glancing down at him, she saw how he just lay there eyes closed with a hand supporting his head. Seeming to not pay too much mind to her.

“Say, do you hear that? That sounds like a bug's mating call, right? I read something about that though I'm not sure” She shyly chuckles, still not getting a peep from him.

This led on for a few minutes, her anxiously trying to carry out a conversation that he didn’t seem to care.

“You know…you could ask me a few things. Nothing is out of reach.”

“Is that so?” She was shocked to hear him suddenly speak but quickly smile while nodding encouraging him to continue.

“Well how about shutting up.”

What did he say?

“I-I’m sorry?”

“Do you not shut up for one second? Can't you see I'm not in the mood to play pretend? So why don't you do what I say and shut up.” He said, glaring at her.

“Well, you don't need to be so damn rude! I just thought, what you said in the meeting was actually true!”

“Yeah, I don't give a fuck about the meeting.” He scoffed.

She sat there, eyeing that man she was going to marry, shocked by what he said as she heard shuffling coming from in front of her. As she was about to tilt her head to look at Sanemi, she felt a painful pressure in her chubby cheeks jerking her forward to face those dull, bloodshot eyes of his.

“Let's get one thing straight: this is nothing more than an agreement between Master Ubuashiki and your old man. Nothing more, nothing less. I don't see why the Master chose me to babysit such a spoiled rich brat who hasn't lifted a finger throughout her life.”

Sanemi Shinazugawa was the exact opposite of what she expected. His once respectful, well-spoken, calm demeanor quickly changed to this sadistic, rude, incompetent, threatening, and many more things that she could go on and on about a man who stared at her as if he despised her.

“We would be nothing more than strangers who happen to be married, so don’t go making some plans. Got it.” Right as he told her that, he pushes her away making her stumble backwards and fall flat on her ass. Tears gather in the corner of her eyes while she moved away from the grumbling man as she tried to stop her tears from falling while silent ok’ing.

Sanemi's personality changed not too long after her father and Ubuashiki arrived, becoming the same gentleman that they both appeared to know.

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“You look handsome, my love.” She whispers as they walk down the aisle.

Not being able to help but gawk at what her husband was wearing. I mean this if the first time seeing him wear something besides his uniform.

“My love?” Noticing his disturbed expression, she shyly nodded.

“I just thought, since we are newlyweds, we could give each other pet names. Is that alright with you?”

Staring at where they were walking, Sanemi quickly strained out his disapproval.

“We haven't even left the damn ceremony yet. There's no need to call me a stupid pet name. Just call me by my birth name.” He grumbles out, shooting her a quick side glance before looking forward and speed-walking out of the temple. 

Pain shot through her heart at Sanemi’s words, trying desperately for this marriage to work, but for that to happen, both parties must work together... right?

Well, even if Sanemi isn't having it, she definitely plans on trying.

Going one day to the demon slayer's headquarters.

With a nervous expression on her face, she wiped her sweaty hands on the side of her kimono before properly holding the carefully wrapped desert in her hand. 

She prayed that Sanemi would be grateful for what she has done, maybe go out of his way and say how he loves her before giving her a kiss on the cheek -Ah get a grip girl. This is just to show him how she’s not a spoiled brat that doesn't know anything (when in reality, he caught her red-handed though she plans on proving to him that she could improve and so could he).

Making his favorite that she secretly found out by Giyu. She’s done everything from scratch, waking up before dawn and starting baking, trying her best to make something she knew little to nothing about, making multiple trials and errors. 

Finally making some that looked fairly good, she couldn't help but bring some to her husband while being unaware of how she looked, having red bean paste smeared on her forehead and her hair loosened from the tie she had worn.

There he was, her husband, sweating his ass off while training young swordsmen to what she could see to death. Yet he still look as handsome as the first day she met him.

She stood in a corner waiting for them to take a break until she was sought out.

“Who is that?”

“Why is she staring at us?”

“Should we say something?”

It got to the point that even Sanemi seemed to notice that everyone was talking about something, which was pissing him off since it was disturbing his lesson.

“Oi! What the hell are you whispering about? ” He hissed, heading to the gossiping slayer, who quickly cried out, “N-Nothing sir, just wondering who is that!”

Sanemi was confused by who they were talking about, so he glanced behind him to see who it was.

For a second she saw a shocked expression on his face, before quickly changing back to a scowl. Shyly waving at him, she was about to say something to Sanemi as he was coming this way when she was cut short by him grabbing her sleeve and dragging her to the sliding doors she came from.

“What the hell are you doing here?!?”

“I-I came here to give you something.” She said struggling to keep up with him.

“Whatever it is could wait.”

“But it's something I think you would like.” Calmly collecting herself, she takes out the wrapped up ohagi. “I made it myself, I hope you like it.”

“I don't have time to play games.”

“But this isn't a game, Sanemi. Listen I mad-”

“Enough!” He shouts out, not taking count of what he has done. Slapping the wrap treats out of her hand and to the ground spilled some of them in the process.

“You look a mess, coming to this establishment so filthy and for what to give me something? Go home and clean yourself up.”

Tuning out whatever he was saying after that, she kneeled down picking up what was left. She felt her face heat up, as embarrassment overwhelmed her. Glanced up to see some of the female slayers chuckling.

“I’m sorry for disturbing you. I’ll never bother you again.” She whispers out, her voice trembling as she stands up and quickly closes the door behind her. 

Slowly walking to the entrance, she stops her track when seeing the same group of girls walking by.

“Can you believe what happened? Was that girl confessing to him? That was pathetic I tell you.”

“Tell me about it, the way he just threw whatever that was she made to the ground.”

“And her weight. You could tell she's not a slayer. Where did she come from actually.”

She was disappointed to know that no one seemed to learn about Sanemi and her relationship. And how these girls could just judge her without knowing her. She grew irritated with herself, putting up a front from her father and the corporation, and how it was obvious that Sanemi would never love her. Clutching the smashed up homemade goods she was slowly losing faith.

“Well now, what do we have here?”

The hairs on the back of her neck stood up. She hadn't even noticed someone sneaking up behind her. She slowly backed away, looking up to see who it was.

Towering over her, was a 6ft white hair Sound Hashira who was looking back at her. Glancing towards the laughing group of girls, seeming to notice what she had heard. Not wasting a second, he heads to the group of girls who seem shocked when they notice him.

“You there, watch how you speak about others. You do not know anything about that woman you are speaking of.” He narrows his eyes, speaking with such calmness that had those girls apologizing. “As punishment, you are to do 500 pushups.”

She was shocked by what she heard, it was nice of him to do that but at the same time, she didn't need someone's pity.

“You didn't need to do that…”

“Nonsense, that was unflashy of them to say to such an adorable woman.” Uzui smile. Noticed what was wrapped in the curvy beauty's arms. “Say what do we have here?”

In a blink of an eye, she was shocked to see that the man had the bag she was carrying.

“Nothing something dumb that I made. But don’t worry about it, I plan on throwing them out so please y-you don't have to-” Before she had a chance to persuade the flamboyant man to not eat the ohagi, he quickly took one of the treats and plant it in his mouth.

“Hmm, not much flair on how it looks but it definitely has some spice to it.” He said, giving her a thumbs up with a cheeky smile.

No one has ever given her a compliment like that. Sure she has maids to compliment her but it always seemed forced, and she never had any friends so that was also a no. So when this white hair man with such a peppy attitude said that to her, her heart couldn’t help but beat fast.

“Well, I’ll let you go. Now don't go wandering off. Until we meet again.” He said, patting her on the head before walking away.

“Ok… see ya.” She was in a daze, while watching him leave. But couldn’t be more happy that she found someone that somewhat liked her.

With a smile on her face, she happily walked away unnoticed by her, that a certain Wind Hashira was eavesdropping.

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He was pissed. Far beyond it.

Those fucking glances they would give to each other just pissed him off.

It made Sanemi's lavender eyes bloodshot as he watched his dear wife enjoy herself in the little outing that members of the higher ranking were exclusively invited to, primarily with a certain slayer.

On the other hand, she seems to have noticed Sanemi’s quiet demeanor not daring to ask him why or look at him, instead focused on the person sitting across from her.

When she first came to the outing, she was speechless and in awe of meeting the Harshira’s one by one, til meeting Uzui, the sound Harshira. Shock that she was able to see him again.

“So we meet again.” He said, giving a crooked smile before winking at her. As they stood side by side, she took note of how his height towered over Sanemi's.

She greeted him back, noticing how her body was reacting: goosebumps erupted as a shivered run down her spine from his light touch, her nipples erect and a tingling sensation between her legs as he walked away.

She wasn’t surprised when hearing he had three wives, in fact she would have been shocked if he was still single.

Glancing up she was met with Sanemi’s stare, yet he didn't seem embarrassed that he was caught more like happy. Silently giving her a look she wasn't all too familiar with.

“Oi eat up, you seem much thinner from the last time we met. Here, eat this. You know what they say, the healthier the woman, the better fertile she is to have many young.” Uzui whispers, handing her a few slices of meat that he thinks she'll like.

Blushing from what he’s said, she hope no one heard that.

“Thank you.” She shyly said, taking a sip of the bitter sake that she wasn't used to as she caught Sanemi's eyes following her every movement. She was grateful no one was questioning why she and Sanemi weren't sitting next to each other.

Like she promised she would never interfere with him again, going out of her way to not be known by him when in closed door, and if needing to be together in occasion like this in particular she would sit the far opposite of where he was, but it seems this is not working for Sanemi.

“Excuse me.” Getting up from where she sat, she looks away from Sanemi's direction, not daring to look him again as she fixes her kimono before hurriedly running along out of the room. Pressing her back against the wall, she breathes out long shaky breath to calm her nerves. Honestly not knowing why her heart was beating fast and her legs were already ready to buck.

Caught in her own little world, she didn't notice the sounds of footsteps coming her way. Gasping as she turns the corner to be met by scary looking Sanemi, who pressed her soft form hard against the wall.

“San-” Before she had the chance to say anything, Sanemi’s hand reached for her mouth, covering it with his palm while moving his other hand up to his lips and signal for her to be quiet. Quickly she nodded in response, scared of what he might do to her. Keeping his hand over her mouth, he placed the other on the wall beside her head as her heart began to beat faster as his face got closer. 

“Don't provoke me, I promise I won't be gentle if I find out you and Uzui have something.” Looking him dead in the eyes his jaw clenched as he finally lets go of her before walking away from the scene.

What the hell just happened?!?

Walking back to the little outing, when she open the door and was about to make her way back towards her seat a hand took a hold of hers.

“Ah, what are you-“

As she was about to say something to the person, she notice it was Sanemi who had grabbed her, side eyeing her before looking away and dragged her to the opposite side from where she sat and right down to the one next to his.

Not once saying a word. He took a plate that happen to be near and begin to grab variety of food around them before placing it down next to her.

“Eat up.” Was all he said while drinking down his sake. Not once looking her way the whole night.

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As she lay in bed agreeing with herself on how much she loathed Sanemi, the events of that day swayed her from sleeping.

Remembering how he'd pinned her and how close his strong body was next to her, how she'd caught his manly aroma for a brief second, how his hand felt on the lower part of her back when he lower her to sit that set her body on fire with want and desire. To this day, she can still feel the warmth of his body.

She buries her face in the pillow and screams into it before peeking out. She shouldn't be lusting over that jerk of a husband she has. The way he would look at her, as though he despised her. Or just plainly ignore her like she didn’t exists.

It's not fair. Why didn't her father or even Mr. Ubuashiki give her Uzui, who treats his wives right with such love and care for one another, like a big happy family. Anyone could tell he satisfied Makio, Suma, and Hinatsuru emotionally, spiritually, and... sexually.

She can't help but feel envious, envious of Uzui's love for his wives. I mean, she's a female with desires, and to make matters worse, after being married and expecting them to start their new relationship, Sanemi just took a shower and went to bed next to her without even saying goodnight.

Did he have no sexual desires? Or was he seeing someone behind her back? She was too afraid to approach her husband about these allegations. As she pondered these thoughts, her hand couldn't help but delicately brush her exposed body while burying her face in the pillow she was clutching... Sanemi's pillow, to be precise.

She didn't need him. She knew how to tend to herself way before even meeting Sanemi.

Her fingers grazed against her delicate skin as she imagined those large muscular hands that could manhandle her. Her body slowly began to heat up at the notion of his hand toying with her, spreading her slick fold and assaulting her swollen clit exactly like she was doing, while he praised her body as if she were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

She takes a deep breath and shifts her position on the futon, lowering the side of her robe to knead her breasts. Her index and middle finger would pinch her tender nipple so lovingly as soft whimpers echoed throughout the darkroom as she strained to spread her legs wide while thrusting two fingers deep within her cunt, right up until a knot formed inside her.

She leaned her head back against the pillow, eyes closed to focus on the waves of pleasure shooting through her arched body all the way down to her curling toes. As the knot was quickly becoming undone, she drew her hand away, not wanting to cum too fast.

A heavy sigh leaves her lips as she whimpers to herself while gripping the same pillow she was holding before to get a whiff of the lingering scent she missed. Going back to playing with herself.

“Hm... Uzui~”

"What did you say?!?" In front of her, a hissing sound can be heard. When the sliding door opened to announce his presence, it startled her.

Her eyes widened in disbelief as she looked up to see her husband standing there glaring at her.

"How long have you been standing there?" She cleared her throat, trying to ignore the heat that crept up to her cheeks as she struggled to hide her exposed body.

"Long enough to know who you imagine when I'm not here," Sanemi growled, glaring at his unfortunate wife.

The whole time he’s been there watching her, it was an accident at first. Just gotten home and was going to take a bath when hearing the curvy beauty in bed, peaking through the crack of the door, her face buried in his pillow and her hand between her thighs.

Let’s face it, Sanemi hasn’t had sexual relief in such a long time, just hasn’t had the time with everything going on. So he couldn’t help himself from palming his already hard cock. Just seeing her nude body and the way she knead her nipple while fucking herself was making him go insane. Everything was going perfectly until, "…Uzui~"

Then, all hell broke loose.

As she strained to respond to Sanemi's words, her lips opened and closed like a fish out of water.

"Why so embarrassed? Just a second ago, you were touching yourself with the thought of a married man." He snarls, sinking to his knees and stalking towards her. The curvy beauty scurries back as Sanemi grabs her robe collar and brings her in for a fiery kiss.

Sanemi's tongue entered her mouth, exploring every place he could reach until his lips grasped her tongue, sucking the smooth muscle, and she moaned in surprise. Her thoughts became fuzzy as she resist him, clutching the front of his uniform, until feeling the heat from his body engulf her nude one. Finally succumbing as he lowered her down on the bed, lifting her chin to get better access. Their bodies begin to melt into one another.

A loud whimper escaped from her lips as she began to buck her hips, craving some friction between her thighs. He bit her bottom lip before trailing down his down along her nude neck, peppering delicate kisses on her chest.

Feeling self-conscious, she shyly began to place her hands between Sanemi and her chest, until feeling pressure on her wrist, staring down, she noticed that Sanemi was glaring at her as though telepathically daring her to cover herself in his presence.

She quickly moved her hands away, slipping them around his back, wanting the physical affection from this touch-starved man.

She gasps when feeling Sanemi's tongue lap over her soft, sensitive breast, nibbling and sucking every spot. She ranked her fingers through his hair as the Hashira eyes slowly rolled to the back of his head from pure bliss.

His hand went lower too, gliding his finger over her slit, somewhat troubled by the fact that she was wet already. Harshly, he scatters kisses on her breast, not caring if he hurt her for a second since he plans on relieving her by toying with her pussy.

“Ah, it’s not fair. Why am I the only one naked? ” She whines, sucking on Sanemi’s thumb, which he seems to be enjoying the sight of. 

Staring at the pouting curvy beauty, Sanemi grumbles to himself before quickly removing a bit of his haori with the assistance of his eager wife.

She bit her lower lip, staring longingly at her husband, in awe at what was in front of her. Scares cover his whole body, from his big chest to his naked feet. She delicately traced the fading scar on his lower tummy, unable to control herself, but her hand was snatched away from his chest and dragged forward to face him as she did so, glaring down at her.

"The hell are you doing?"

"I just wanted to feel." She says, trembling, a little startled by his unexpected tone. Sanemi's hand, which was clutching her wrist too firmly, made her grimace.

"And why would you want to do that?" He says, narrowing his eyes.

"Because... I think you're beautiful!" She blurts out, startling the demon slayer. He covers his face with his hand, as a flush spread across his cheeks.

"Damn it... You're so dumb." She sobbed out his name as he slid his fingers inside her, fingertips gleaming with her juice as he parted her folds, eager to see the pulsating bead.

Her thighs strained as he stroked her clit, rubbing slow rhythmic circles over her clit, making her quiver and clutch the teasing arm, but he stayed in place, pinned her leg down and prevented her from shutting her thighs. The long, drawn-out flicks that he was providing abruptly changed to quick strokes, with the occasional slap to her clit. Which was making her to jolt in his grip.

"Stop it, Sa-nemi. I-I want to take care of you as well." She whimpers, her fingers trailing down to the bulge in his pants as she gently pushes him away by his chest. She pouts, staring at him with her doe eyes as she unbuttons his trousers.

She couldn't stop herself from worshiping his member. He had a magnificent cock, around 7 inches long and uncut. Having a fairly decent girth with a nicely trimmed white patch along the base.

She stroked her fingers along his cock's veins, admiring how much pre-cum was leaking out from the red-sensitive tip that was driving Nemi wild. He had too much pride to cry out in absolute bliss as his pretty princess tormented his tip, stroking over and over again against his pisshole as he growled, pushing his hips away when she stuffed her finger within his foreskin touching the base of his tip.

Pulling his hand away from her insides he then begin to tease her bud.

“Ah, no... Come closer. Nemi~” She whimpers, helping herself to caress his hips, wanting him back where she could touch him. Stroking the heavy rod again, following the rhythm that he was touching her.

With a smile on his face, Sanemi was happy to know that his wife was ravishing his form with her eyes, watching him intently, barely blinking as she bit her lower lip. Though he had to admit, he was also liking the view in front of him much more than he anticipated.

She arched her back and placed her head back on her pillow, forcing him to swallow his saliva as he inserted two thick fingers back inside her. Picking up the pace, fingers curling as he drew them out and spreading them wide when they were in.

He saw her legs quivering against his thigh and used it as a cue to speed up, pounding harder while thumbing her clit.

"Hmm... No." She shakily exhales, on the edge of using her other hand to nudge Sanemi closer, much to his confusion.

She didn't waste any time staring up at her lovely husband's eyes as she bent forward to the throbbing member, lapping around the leaking tip like it was her favorite lollipop, bobbing her head down till she was halfway down.

That was enough for Sanemi to not be able to hold back, a moan slipping out as he used his free hand to cover his mouth, slowly a blush crept across his face all the way down his neck. 

As her eyes were slowly crossing, from the sensation of Sanemi’s thick fingers scissoring her greedy cunt and his musky scent, which she had never really liked until Nemi’s. 

Was he working out before all this? 

She just hoped he was by himself and not with some other woman, because if so, she’d seduced him to not go back, suck his dick every morning before he left, and greet him when he came back with a nice proper pussy fuck while praising him for all the hard work he'd done and afterward, a nice home-cooked meal.

What is wrong with her? The once 'I hate him’ demeanor quickly changes when he kisses her.

Was she always this desperate?

Drawing away with a strain of saliva connecting her luscious lips to his fat tip, she stares at Sanemi while fondling his fat balls.

“What with the pout?” He hissed out, his balls tightening from how sensitive they were.

“I wanna kiss.”

“Is that so?” He snorts, watching her tease his length before he draws away. “Then beg for it.” He groans, gazing at her lips that were practically almost touching his.

“No…” She moans as he stares at her seductively.

“I’m not going to kiss you unless you beg for it like a good spoiled brat does.”

“You’re so mean...” She pouted, clinging to his body while tucking her head between the crook of his neck before the words slipped from her lips, saying what she craves.

“Please, kiss me. Sanemi.”

“Again.”

“I-I can't. It’s embarrassing…!” Right as she finishes saying those sentences and plans on clinging to him more, she feels him cup her face, squishing her cheeks together.

“Again.” He emphasizes, moving his face closer to her with those signature eyes of his. 

God did he look hot.

“And why don't you also say, my love, just like you did at our wedding.”

‘Ah, he remembers~<3’

“Kiss me, m-my l-l-ove.”

“Hehe, good job.” He said, his breath brushing against her lips as she trembled from the sensation. 

"And now for your prize." He slammed his lips against hers. As his tongue wrapped around hers, sucking the wet muscle, her mind began to go blank. She pulls away, lightly pressing Sanemis' shoulder, a strand of saliva linking them as she hurriedly whipped her mouth, unaware that her nose was bleeding.

“God, you're so cute…I could just eat you out.” He smirks while wiping the trail of blood from under her nose.

“Don't you mean you could just eat me up…”

“That too.” Surprised by her husband's words, he kissed her again while bringing her legs together.

“Hm…look at you. I’d say you want more, don't you.” He slips out hurriedly from his pants, shifting her legs upward as best as he can to her chest as she grabs Nemi’s pillow.

“Yes,” She sluggishly said, too drunk on pleasure to care what was happening.

“Just kissing wasn't enough?” He snorts, slapping his length between her slick folds before putting pressure against the entrance. 

“No.” She sniffed, burying her face in his pillow. Deliciously inhaling his manly musk that lingers on the pillowcase.

“I should’ve known I would have my hands full with you. A spoiled brat, who's gonna get the worst punishment yet...” He teased, smearing his length with her leaking juice before drawing away, much to her dismay.

Sanemi drank in every soft moan she drew out when thrusting between her velvety thighs. His nose nestled in the crook of her neck, her scent invading his nostrils, not being able to control the moans that slipped out of his mouth.

Jealousy alters his entire evening solely to exemplify to his wife who she should be craving. Just the thought of her calling that damn Sound Hashira’s name while touching herself pissed him off. He was such a hypocrite to say they are nothing but strangers yet the moment her eyes begin to wonder, Sanemi’s has a whole hissy fit for her attention. Which he would never say out loud.

His cock throbs with every thrilling protest and moan she dares muster in an attempt to escape his grasp. She was well aware that it was meaningless. Leading her into a moaning frenzy, absorbing anything Sanemi decides to offer her.

Until she had enough, in a desperate need of release, whining feverishly his name and running her hands up his scarred arms and down his back, tugging him forward in a tight grip.

“Quit whining,” Sanemi hisses, taunting her as he grabs hold of her arms, pinning them over her head to stop her from touching him. 

“I-I wanna cum...” She whimpers.

Sanemi nibbled at her earlobe as he continued to thrust between her thighs, his rough thrusts becoming more irregular and uncontrolled, pushing all of his weight down onto her. 

His girl, his spoiled little brat, belongs to him and no one else. 

“That’s not gonna happen.” Grunts filled her ears as those rough, thick fingers of his gripped her chubby cheeks again, wanting—no, needing—her to make eye contact. Before sliding the other down to her soft tummy to pinch and squeeze her chubby side.

She mewled, as her gummy walls contrasted around nothing, not finding it fair that he was having all the fun while she was suffering.

“No…!”

“Shut up, this is your punishment. You wanna call out another man's name while touching that sluty whole of yours. So you don't get to feel your fat cock brush against your insides. -Hm? You like when I said your cock? Seems you like taking ownership of your things. Too bad that is not going to happen. This cunt is MINES -this whole body is.” He growls lowly, digging his fingers in her soft flesh, making her yelp in protest.

Sure, he was mean to her, but she couldn't help but agree with what her husband said. 

I mean, the first time that she met him, she instantly fell for him. She just couldn't help it, wanting to smother this man with love and affection when she saw his scarred body and those enchanting eyes of his.

Her body belongs to him and she hopes his body belongs to her.

Getting a better angle between those doughy thighs of hers, Slinging her thighs over his flushed shoulders. Shit, it felt like Sanemi was on cloud 9 with how soft her body made him feel. It almost feels like he was humping a pillow (forgive me for this imagery).

Her eyes slowly flutter shut as she allows her body to submit to the pleasure, pussy clenched around nothing as his cock slipped between her slick fold, brushing against her clit over and over again until her cunt couldn't help but squirt like never before. She whines and babbles uncontrollably, as she shyly covers her face, embarrassment waves through her when she hears the sound of Sanemi laughing. Making her spam so hard as her thighs grasp around his member while she grips the bedsheet under them.

"What's the matter, princess? Your pampered cunt can't control itself? What a pity. You just look so stupid right now." He breathes heavily against her ear. Submitting to his obnoxious words and brutal thrust, his pre-load dripping dick threatened to burst at any moment until she fell limp, surrendering to the sensation she was feeling.��

She gazed into her lover's eyes, resting both her hands tentatively upon his cheeks. Catching Sanemi off guard.

“What are you looking at, brat.”

"You, my darling, I just love you so much," She says breathlessly against his lips, tears welling up in her eyes as she draws him close and glances into his eyes, stroking his damp locks away from those gorgeous eyes.

She slams her lips against his, slipping her tongue into his mouth, enjoying a full-fledged make out session with a stunned Sanemi.

Pulling away from her, he blushes and discreetly wipes his lips before spewing stuttering curses while pumping his cock.

"Tsk- don't say such foolish things so easily, Dummy." He muttered it, hips stuttering, stomach tightening as he kneaded the throbbing red tip over her soft tummy, shooting his load all over her soft skin, seeing his cum reach her swollen breast and over her chin.

“Fuck… As much as I would love to cum in that greedy pussy of yours, I don't plan on taking care of another brat when I have my hands full with one already.” He pants, kissing the leg resting over his shoulder while watching his curvy beauty touch her chin, taking some of his cum on her finger before moving it close to those luscious lips of hers, sucking her cum smeared fingers as she looks up at Sanemi.

Shit was that hot what she had done. Swallowing his saliva, he was too bewitch to say anything for a moment, only staring at her sexy sex-dazed face and those sinful lips of her that he not to long ago seen wrapped around his length.

He was hook. She finally gotten him wrapped around her finger.

“It’s ok. I know you’re a really busy man, so I won't pray you about it. Though maybe next time we could try, you know, so I won't get lonely.” She said, sitting up to clean herself off however right as she spread her legs, showing her soaked cunt Sanemi couldn’t even help himself.

“Hmm…yeah, next time…” He murmured, grasping her hip and pulling her right underneath him. Eagerly stroking his member again, before lining it to her opening.

“Nemi? -Ah!” She jolted, arching her body while gripping the pillow under her. “But, B-but-“

“Shh... there you go princess, in it goes. I know I said I wouldn’t knock you up but I think this is better for the both of us. G-Given ya a kid of your own just might tame your dumbass for the better.” He lolled out, surprising her with a loving smile as he leaned down and took her lips once again as he wrapped her thighs around his waist preparing her for what he had in store.

He struggled with expressing his feelings, especially after what happened to him and his brother when they were young. But it still didn't give him the right to be so cruel to the curvy beauty that actually wanted to be there for him. Maybe as a way of apologizing, Sanemi would have a family with his curvy wife. Hopefully, she’s down for it.

[moshieee]

Hello it is I, random anon who does not know you and has never interacted with you before, what is your opinion of your mutuals?

Oh hi @bixell-pixell I'll include you even if we're not mutuals I think you're pretty chill all things considered

That's kinda it idk you that well

Anyways

You didn't specify so I'm going to list all my mutuals in the order of oldest to newest on my following page that I remember sorry of I missed anyone and for the @ s

*inhales*

@e-the-village-cryptid (I don't have a tag for e yet but it would probably just be E)

Not only the first person who I became friends with here but also the first one I ever started sharing my stories with, even if we don't talk too much I'm glad Every time we do and I see them on my dash, (they bring some of my favorite posts and when I do send posts sometimes I mix up and send them their own reblogs) I'm so glad we're still friends, thanks for letting me ramble about stuff for 6 hours hehe

@jaqofallgenders (no tag for jaq yet either)

my in person friend and the longest friendship I've ever had with someone, love you 🫶. I'll be more specific on Monday if our ADHD doesn't kick in and make us both forget

@strawberry-seal77 (seal-berry!!!)

Hi hi hi yellows my friend 👋 the person I consider to be the second ever friend I made on here, a lovely person as well and wait waaa and an amazing artist too 👀??? Love you silly goofball and the amazing posts and jokes you have we should chat more often I thinkith.

@rabid-mercenary16 (Rabid jumpscare)

Hey hey hey .... BWAMP! Hope you feel better soon

I probably have the most to say about Rabid but all try to make it a bit shorter. besides being the first artist to do art jokes and include me, with we also became mutuals and interacting around a time when my life started to get a lot better. Even if she's not the only factor in that I definitely associate her with stuff improving, and she did play a big factor in it (I already explained a lot on my Valentine's Day gift to her and the others). Also she's just an awesome person to spend time with and be goofy, amazing sense of humor and I just love being friends with such an awesome person and artist.

@dia-smthidk (Dia fren)

I'm assuming you don't want a bowl of soup

I also said a lot about them in my Valentine's Day gift, but we've become closer friends sense then even if we don't get to chat as much as I'd like to. I relate a lot and am surprised how we have so much in common. Amazing artist and person as well and I wish we could hang out more, idc if they think they're bringing down the mood when/if they bring stuff up about irl, and maybe I won't figure out their timezone but oh well, please take care of yourself gender sibling.

@bunnybunnsowo (BUN BUN BROTHER!!)

little brother 🫶🫶💝💞🫶✨👋❤️!!!

(I could have sworn we became mutuals before Dia?)

another person I shared a lot about with the Valentine's Day gift, I love you my little brother! Seriously one of the kindest people I've met and I'm so glad they have bug in his life. Bun deserves the world and they keep sending me opposum images!!! Gona die from cuteness and his kindness one of these days istg

@spookykittyzzz (greaah why don't I have a tag for you???)

A very kind person and artist I don't know too much sense we're not that close yet but love the few chats we have had so far. Hope we get to hang out more even if I'm awful at reaching out to others and saying hi.

@glitchyk (goop buddies)!!

Nooo the parallels

One of the first people who was interested to deep dive into my creations and ask about my stories and worlds They're probably competing with Rabid with how much I have to say about her/silly. Seriously it's incredible how much we have in common and now I get to share and collaborate our sonas stories together it's amazing. And as someone once said "you can yap for hours". I love how creative and clever they are, I just wish they would be kinder to herself. One day I'll make glichy see how awesome she is.

@unfunnyaceartist (Floridian disadvantage) I feel like I should change that

When I say I was shookith when ace asked to be friends I mean I was shookith first person so show up and ask that (the others kinda just happened). Amazing artist and don't believe her lies she is funny. I'm so heckn glad we're friends., love the goofy and silly idc if she's a bit of a simp they've helped me a lot start to understand slang and references I'm supposed to understand shhshsh (such is the curse of how I grew up) we need to make our mafia sonas interact at some point I can already imagine the chaos /silly

@neptunestoast (plushy slime)

Hugs hugs hugs*

Trying my best not to baby talk I swear. amazing person first person to show up and be like "hey I Wana do something for you and your friends". Love their humor and another gender sibling!!! Hugs for ever for as long as they're ok with it. I love their creativity as well and Noodle is so adorable. I just want to pick them up in a hug so much. Kibbity/silly

@ner5y (no tag woops ill figure something out)

What are you doing here??? How are we friends???

I was absolutely confused and startled when they followed me especially since it was during a spoons argument . Amazing artist like holy heck I wish I was allowed to curse on this blog. Their humor also took me by surprise when I got invited to the discord, and even if they doubt how well they're running it I think they're doing amazing. And I love our silly interactions like this one

@vexation-816 (chaotic ADHD buddy!!!)

Why did it take me so long to follow you istg

ADHD ADHD ADHD my buddy oh pal we both got that and it's driving us insane/silly. Love how creative he is and the ideas for his sona and character lore. Also one of the first people who shared a character they added to my nightlight au. This is getting twords the end and I'm tired of whiting so much and am on a timer oh no. But your amazing dude don't ever forget thag

@butlerbugbunny (anxiety bunny buddy)

This is why I didn't respond to the DM yet hshsh

New friend who I feel anxious talking to sometimes but a wonderful kind bunny who I'm also incredibly happy to be friends with. Love his art so much it's amazing (shoot shoot timer is going off) I'm glad he's their for bun and wish them the best I possibly can 🫶.

@lilithloves-you (lillith my be-loathed?) need to change that

Don't you dare bring up grilled cheese

Glitchys friendo who I'm also friends with now. We don't interact too much but I've sent her on missions to go hug glitchy (to help both of them feel better but shhh). I hope we become closer friends in the future.

[gauloiseblue]

Second Time The Charm

He comes back to the house the next day, still try to knock on the door, but minutes pass and it's still unopened

He wanted to be a proper guest, who goes into the house through the front door, invited, but in this case, he had no choice but to leave the shovel by the door

That is, until the door suddenly opens, and the owner of the house comes out. She seems surprised to see him, and he can't say the feeling's not mutual

"Oh hello…" She greeted, "Didn't expect you'd come."

"I came to return the shovel." He said, "Thought it'd be very rude of me if I leave without saying thank you."

"Don't worry about it."

At this point, he's at a loss for words. She's dismissive, and doesn't hide her indifference. He'd not fancy her much, if she didn't have pretty eyes

He pretends to look at the trees, before attempting to revive the conversation again, "Those are beautiful, you've taken care of them very well."

"It's not me, I have a gardener."

So that's why

"Private gardener?" He asked, knowing that a commercial one would use their own tools, and not the owner's

"Maybe. He's an amateur." She told him

He raises his brow, "It doesn't look like an amateur work."

"Seems like you thought the word amateur as a beginner." She chuckles, "He's an amateur, someone who does it out of love. He loves the garden, that's why they're beautiful."

He looks at her with interest, she seems to have her way with words

She turns her head to him, "I'm going to the farm, you wanna come?"

With a curiosity in mind, he decides to come along

They both talk for a bit, and he soon learns about her and her activities. She likes vinyl records, because the sound quality is different. She cooks her own food, and she likes to bake. She hates hot weather, and bugs. She also talks about the town folks, and how they all are eccentric in their own way

"You know Callum? He's the town's handyman. He likes to collect scraps, to the point his house is full of things other people discarded. You might find your broken plate there if you look around."

"Really?" He hums, "I've met him a few times, he's a nice fellow. Though Claudia and Flores said I should watch my belongings around him."

She rolls her eyes, "I suggest you to take their word with a grain of salt, especially Flores. She's the one who attempts to take one of my lipsticks because I said I never really wore them."

"Oh?" He said, "What happened then?"

"Nothing, I caught her red handed."

"She apologized?"

"Of course not, I told her to leave before she could embarrass herself further."

At the farm, they're greeted by the owner himself. He's an old man with big arms, though he's not too tall

"I see you bring our newcomer here." He said to her before offering his hand to him, "Name's Harris."

"John." He said, "She didn't bring me here, I was the one who went along."

"Consider yourself lucky. She hates strangers."

"Not true. I already liked you when we we first met, Mr. Harris."

"Aw, drop the honorific, will ya?" He chuckles, "Us cowmen are honest, of course you'd trust me. Can't say the same for other people, especially you." He then looks at him, "Y'look like you've served during a war. Navy?"

"Probably worked for the special force in the army." She said, which immediately set his alarm off

"How did you know?" He said as he smiled, keeping his friendly facade

"Your body said it all." She shrugged, "I've met a lot of people, so I developed an intuition for it."

"Special force? Someone who carried out secret missions?" He whistles, "You have a lot to share. Tell you what, I'll keep it a secret, but you gotta tell me what happened during your service. Not the government secret stuff, of course."

She chuckles, "I suggest you, John, keep your past to yourself. The town folks are very curious, so you better keep it close or they'll hound you for stories."

"Roger that."

"I almost forgot, you came for the milk." The man clicked his fingers, "Come, I'll prepare it for you."

The three of them walk inside the farm, where the occasional moos and smell of manure fill the room. They walk until they reach the small room full of gallons, and he opens one of them

"Did you bring your bottles?" She then hands him the basket, which contains 4 bottles. He begins to fill each bottle with fresh milk, before handing them back

He refuses when she tries to pay him, telling her she's done a lot for him already, and sending her out before she can insist. He then waves them both goodbye, telling them to come over and have a tea sometimes

"He's a nice fellow." He commented after offering himself to hold her basket

"He is. He's too nice in fact, that it worries me sometimes." She replied

"He'll be fine. He has good people around him."

"Hope so."

They stay quiet for a while, before deciding to ask her something. "Say, you've met a lot of people before. Did you meet a lot of people like me too?"

"Never, in fact." She replied, "I've met some people from the army—commander, secretary, almost everyone who work in the office, but never one from the field. That's why I assume you're in a special force."

"That easy?" He chuckles

She nods, "Everyone can do that, it's not hard to guess."

"Well, I disagree." He smiles, "I can't figure you out in the same manner."

"You just have to look closely."

"Won't you be uncomfortable with that?"

"I am." She told him, "But I'm used to it."

"Then I won't do it." He said, "I'm not comfortable with prying into people's life."

She seems amused by his answer, "Lying is a sin."

"Scout's honour."

"Alright, do what you want."

They part ways once they reach her front door. He insisted to bring the milk to the kitchen, but she told him it's not necessary. So they exchange pleasantries before he leaves

Halfway through his home, he realized he hadn't learnt her name at all

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[murruspins]

Welcome to my blog!

Hello!! Welcome to murruspins :3!

This is a special interest blog, however it also kind of acts like a diary. I write down what I’m thinking or hyperfixating on, same goes with my regular interests! This blog will also have alot of alterhuman content, as it’s a big part of my identity!

About the owner of this blog…

My name is Murruyu! I’m a transfem enby, and would prefer if you used they/it/xe on me aswell as fem + neutral terms! If you don’t respect my pronouns, I’ll simply block you, no biggie! 🤍

My special interests are mcyt (hermitcraft & life series specifically), horror, metal music and bio! When I say bio and horror, I mean all aspects. I love horror games, movies, shows, etc. And I love all biology paths/subtypes! (Eg: wildlife bio, botany, palaeontology, and more!)

I’m the host of a minor bodied DID system, however I won’t get into that much on this blog, as this is my personal blog! However, I will talk about our physical disabilities because they impact my everyday life, and this is a diary blog after all! [I will mainly talk about my EDS and CFS]

As I said before.. I am an alterhuman! More specifically, here is a link to all my kintypes!

This list may be updated/edited in the future, but for now, these are all of my (known) kintypes! Some stronger than others. More specifically, I have a super strong connection to the feline clade, more so than my other kintypes. Obviously, due to being alterhuman, I do not identify as human. I instead identify as my kintypes, I may post about my alter-humanity frequently 🫶

I am ALWAYS looking for moots/friends!! Click here to see my interests + adult mutuals are okay, just no dms!

DNI/BYI

DNI:

• People who hate on ANY of my special interests. No offence, but you’re not welcome here, this is my safe space! [PS: being afraid of horror or animals is not the same as hating on them, if you have a phobia of something that’s completely fine! Just don’t insult my spintrest on my page 🤍]

• Anti alterhuman, Anti Age regression, Anti pet regression

• Endogenic systems, Profic/Proship/Darkship/anything that fits into that category.

• FURBY BLOGS!!!!! Furby centred blogs/Blogs with furbys as their theme/pfp dni. Moots r okay but please add a warning whenever you post them 😭🫶. I’m terrified of those little things.

BYI:

• I’m autistic, I need tonetags! If you’re going to ask anything, I’d appreciate you using tonetags so I can understand you better! :3

• Adults may not ask to be my friends, No offence, just for boundary and comfort reasons, I am a minor after all. Mutuals are fine!

• I generally do not engage in discourse, if that’s something you’d like to know before following! This blog is focused on being diary, alterhuman and interest themed!!

• This is my main blog! If I’m active, it’s probably here. But my side blogs are…

> @liostims , my stim blog

> @lovesicksyndicate , our sys blog

> @faunafeature , my animal info dump blog

> @kiyoscove , my agere blog

> @murrupurrs , my petre blog

… Please keep in mind many of these blogs may be inactive, as this is my main!

Finishing up/Extras…

. . . Emoji games!

How these games work; ask via the ask option, and write an emoji + any other info you’d like, and I’ll answer! Just a small game for fun!

🐾 , info dump about a random animal I’m fixating on at the time! (Please include if you don’t want a specific animal due to a fear, for example: bugs).

🐈 , song of the day! ask and I’ll give you a song that’s been stuck in my mind recently, or just a random song off my playlist!

🐍 , daily check in! I’ll give you a small rant about my day so far, and tell you how I’ve been recently! (I’ll try to keep it positive.)

"(Therian/biology/metal/anything related to my blog) culture is…" asks are also always appreciated!! I love seeing them, and I love interacting with people!!

Blog tags . . . !!

#murru mews 🐾 | my general tag! Diary entries!

#murru hisses 🐍 | vent posts

#murru’s asks : replies to my asks!

#murru’s rants : rants!! Either in response to the emoji games, or just to infodump :]

#murru’s playlist : anything to do with music!

#murru’s toybox : anything to do with my collections!! I collect a lot of things, so this tag will be full of things in my collection :]

#murru’s games : an additional tag, just for my emoji games!

PS: blog creation date.. Jan 30th 2024!

Thank you for reading !

. . . Enjoy your travels, dear friend!

[bettsplendens]

Hello and good evening, may I kindly ask for some orollow propaganda pretty please I'm curious 👁️ (anon bc I'm shy but we interacted earlier I'm following up on my words)

Important author's note: check the notes in a bit for a reblog on my writing blog, ft. first kiss.

hello yes you've activated my trap card (the trap is that now I talk about bugs)

(unfortunately I have my own trap card tripped. namely: headache. hopefully there is coherence.)

First, some background. I swiped a headcanon from author NurgleTWH that Oro was some flavor of battlefield/wartime medic, and I then brought him into my post-canon longfic to be useful in two capacities: a good deal of experience with severely injured bugs, and being large enough and strong enough to easily move, say, the entire Hollow Knight.

He shows up in chapter 3, is introduced to Hollow, and proceeds to pick them up to move them. Hollow, who is reeling and deeply confused at being rescued, on a great deal of pain medication, and being bridal carried, manifests a large number of question marks at the entire experience. He then gets a proper look at the place where their shoulder, part of their flank, and a bit of their lung should be, and immediately swears about it. Cue solidly over a chapter of careful examination, involving him handling them as gently as he can, talking to them, and helping to get the gunk scrubbed off their everything. Very confusing for our favorite sacrifice.

I then had two people in my comments mention that it seemed like there was a spark of something between them. Now, they're both too preoccupied for that something to be romantic, but there is definitely something.

And then I thought about the ship idea, and, oh no. That's really good actually.

So! Propaganda.

There's so much potential for that first meeting. Hollow gets probably about the first gentle medical attention and respectful handling they've had in their entire life, and Oro gets to meet the most terrifyingly stubborn bug-thing he's ever met in his life.

A lot of potential for how that evolves, too. Hollow gradually coming out of their shell, getting more of that gentle care, and Oro finding to his surprise that this incredibly traumatized, terribly injured warrior likes and trusts him.

They get along well, once used to each other. They both have a tendency to socialize like cats- they quietly sit near whoever it is, probably doing their own thing. Hollow ends up leaning on him a lot.

(Oh, that's another bonus of Beetle Big, beyond him being able to pick them up. He stays warm a lot longer than a small bug would.)

Important to this ship, I think: at some point in the future, when they both start to realize they've been mutually wandering towards something more than quiet companionship, it's Hollow who makes the first move. Oro doesn't dare- he worries about inadvertently pressuring them, and he also doesn't entirely think they like him entirely this much. He's a cranky bastard with nothing much to offer. Probably why it takes him a bit to realize what they're up to when they keep quietly bringing him things. He works it out somewhere around about the second live orchid, I think.

They're both idiots, a little bit. Hollow doesn't entirely think to inform him that they're trying to court him, and he goes "well. that can't possibly be what it looks like." for a somewhat entertainingly long time.

They also find each other's prowess in combat to be extremely attractive. Vessel observation pro tip: one can easily tell whether the large beetle in the sparring ring is Mato or Oro based on whether Hollow, watching, looks either mildly interested or like they're about to pounce on him. (My angle on Hollow is demi. Mato is also an impressive fighter, but they don't have enough of a relationship with him, or anything near the right sort, to find him attractive.)

Another stolen headcanon: Oro embroiders. Extension: Hollow picks up on his (canon!) liking for small, pretty things and brings him assorted live plants about it, Oro quietly embroiders matching flowers on things for them to wear. It's very sweet.

Neither of them is overly expressive in most circumstances, but Hollow does routinely go to exchange affectionate little head-bonks regardless of if there's an audience, and Oro hasn't turned that down yet. He also, very rarely, approaches them for quiet public affection, and they light up every time. (there's a lot more affection in private. Hollow likes to pour themself into his lap when given the opportunity.)

Basically: grumpy bastard loner with a soft squishy center under all the armor meets lethal eldritch creature who's learning how to exist without the chains they were born into, somehow they wind up being sweet at each other. Woe betide anyone who threatens either one of them, because they both know the other is able to handle themself but like fuck are they not going to react anyway.

Mildly/moderately NSFW bit below this cut:

Hollow, post discovering their libido (mainly by means of picturing themself and Oro in the place of the characters in a smut novel they're reading), turns out to be much less wary and much more enthusiastic about sex than expected. Yes, their body is doing new things and sort of inventing genitals from scratch, but they're thoroughly enjoying themself and they trust him entirely. They're done with fear and shame, they've got a few years practice under their nonexistent belt and are very firmly done with fear and shame about their reactions and desires, they're just going to enjoy.

Oro, first time: I need to be careful and gentle. It's entirely possible they're going to not like this at all, or need to take things as slowly as possible. Hollow's libido, revving up: pin me down and bite me please

(Wyrms that choose to find a mate only to breed will often battle for who has to carry the eggs, as they all produce both sets of gametes but generally prefer not to spend the resources required to carry a clutch instead of siring it and leaving. Whichever wyrm ends up the egg partner typically also ends up being wrapped in coils and bitten as a sexy-for-wyrms method of restraint. Hollow comes already wired to find this sort of thing hot, stacks their enjoyment of Oro's strength on top of that, and adds their own biting kink to what came with instinct.)

Hollow deeply needs many opportunities to shut their brain off and let someone else do all the thinking and worrying about things, Oro likes to have a partner relax for him to give all the attention to. Lines up perfectly- they get to lay back, purr, and have nothing to worry about except showing what they like, and also to make use of their lack of abdominal organs for size queen purposes, and he gets to have this unearthly, beautiful creature squirming and purring for him.

Sooner or later Hollow arranges for some entirely unobserved time in the sparring ring, riles Oro up enough to get him to actually handle them roughly and pin them to the wall, then convinces him to continue handling them roughly in an entirely different faction. They're gonna claw the hell out of that wall, and fall over afterward on discovering that their knees temporarily don't work.

Hollow has about five essentially-prehensile tongues. No further words needed, I think.

[urapocolypticcrush]

hello :)

this is me changing my intro post AGAIN cause im too indecisive

about me: 💞

my name is rose (she/her)!!!!

i am a minor (but i promise im not like 13)

i crave academic validation

im the biggest people pleaser ever

im totally awesome

im very normal about things like little women, pjo and taylor swift

idk what im doing half the time and i do everything for the plot

oki doki then!

things i like: 🩷

the sea, summer, rain, flowers, the smell of vanilla, coffee dates, my own music taste, my best friend, being lazy, eating pizza, playing piano for fun, romance films from the 2000s, books, art classes, hugs and laughing really loudly

things i HATE: ‼️

being a people pleaser, feeling left out, feeling guilty, being cold, how dark it is in winter, plane rides in the middle of the night, having to talk about feelings, bugs, people who hate on taylor swift and studying

can u tell i overshare????

ANYWHOO now for the best part....

☆ my fav artists - taylor swift (OBVIOUSLY), maisie peters (underrated icon), conan gray (ily), baby queen (SO TALENTED SO UNDERRATED), olivia rodrigo, sabrina carpenter, billie eilish, lorde!! ALSO kpop - bts, skz, itzy, gidle (not a HUGE fan but a BIG BIG one!)

☆ my fav shows/tv/movies - heartstopper, do revenge, tsitp, to all the boys ive loved before, heartbreak high, derry girls, get even, 10 things i hate about you, little women, anne with an e, never have i ever, the adam project and many many more

☆ my fav books!! - pjo, hoo & toa, skulduggery pleasant, agggtm, ruby redfort, anything by lynn painter, anything by joya goffney, all books in the osemanverse, sarah crossan books, the inheritance games, carry on by rainbow rowell, little women, anne of green gables and LOADS more

heheh that was fun!! (i def forgot tons of things but itll be fine)

currently obsessed with: greta gerwig’s little women and the percy jackson tv show!!

best books ive read this (2023) year: excuse me while i ugly cry - joya goffney, clean - juno dawson, ace of spades - faridah àbíké-íyímídé, bttm - lynn painter, on the come up - angie thomas and five survive - holly jackson!!!

currently reading 📚 - nothing cause of school :(

currently watching 📺 - true beauty :)

currently listening to 🎧 - lots of billie eilish and baby queen recently <3

i wont accept ANY discrimination of ANY kind towards ANYONE. so yeah be nice and this blog is safe for anyone and everyone <3

i THINK im done now but i would also like to add that i would LOVE to be friends so feel free to follow me if you want!! (or dont!!) and to all my mutuals - ily youre the best 🤭💞💐

[tavina-writes]

hello! nieyao for the ask game?

Elle!!

Nieyao: I think the better question is if I ever STOP thinking about Nieyao. They're fucking in that coffin together your honor. They'll figure it out. I believe in their ability to finally have a conversation in there. My relationship tag for them is 'rs: mutual therapy coffin' :D

Ship It

What made you ship it?

There is something so compelling about keeping your ex's head in your bedroom closet so you can talk to him after you've murdered him and chopped him up you know? Certified Unhinged Behavior. Mwah. I am instantly compelled by this.

What are your favorite things about the ship?

Have I mentioned the mutual therapy coffin yet. I do also think it's very sexy that they killed each other like 13 years apart. I am constantly unhinged about them I want them in the pear wiggler I want to study them like bugs with my laser microscope.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

My unpopular opinion is that they never fucked nasty about their unresolved issues either before OR after Nightless City because my firm belief is that this would've fixed them at least a little. Since nothing was fixed they didn't bang about their feelings even once! a shame.

😔sorry that my other answers were more coherent and normal and then in this one I'm just like "yes I'm obsessed lets talk about their mutual coffin!!! :DDD"

Thanks for the ask!

Ship It/Don't Ship It Ask Game

[amosgarn]

🦌 Hello, my name is Perry. I am 27 and my pronouns are he/him. I am bisexual and happily taken. 🌲I am a deer and a wood elf, among others, but those are the two that I will be most often posting about. I am also fictionkin, but I do not talk about it here. You may ask about them. I am completely spiritual. 🌱 I love dragons (a lot), books, nature, video games, bugs, diy & crafts, space, horror, interior design, making games, writing, OC's, history. This is a small handful of my interests. 🌱 I am friendly and consider myself approachable, please do feel free to reach out to me. I am looking to make friendships. 🍃 I do not have many do not interact rules, my only boundaries are that I will not interact with anyone under 18 years old, and no form of bigotry will ever be tolerated. 🍃 I would appreciate reblogs for visibility, I do not know how to make mutuals!

[biscuitblinkeu]

It’s Mutual, Let’s Get A Divorce! [1]

Park Chaeyoung x Fem!reader -> Not Requested

Prompt: Roseanne Park, the hotshot cold-hearted Domestic Relations Attorney; she’s an ace in the courtroom, but she’s got the phrase hard to love pinned dead in the middle of her forehead, and paired with her devotion to work…she’s just not cut out for relationships. Then there’s you, a playful and nonchalant mother stuck in a sinking ship called marriage. Through divorce, you meet Roseanne who struggles to keep things professional. She tries hard to keep those concrete walls up but it’s inevitable they crash down. You’re a wrecking ball, a force of nature; it’s a perfect match!

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Little Steps Kindergarten, the sign read as you drove closer to the building. You were picking up your daughter from school.

The first thing you see is the parking lot is decorated with chalk designs, pictures, and drawings, all a mix of bright, colorful scribbles and crudely drawn animals. (The kids tried.)

A few kids are running around the fenced front yard, chasing each other with sticks, bugs, and whatnot. Others play on slides, in the sandbox, or on the monkey bars while some are just sitting, waiting patiently for their parents to pick them up; the quiet ones. Your daughter was a quiet child, not as outgoing as she should be, her teachers think. You’d say you have no idea why she's like that, but you do.

You had to park across from the school because the parking lot the school owns is for teachers and staff, you're also not fond of waiting in the long pickup line. Before you could even cross the street and get to the entrance, you saw Nala running over, her arms stretched out in excitement, yelling, “Mommy!!”

You would scold her for running across the street so carelessly, but seeing her so happy to see you, you decide against it. You open your arms to pick her up, swinging her around as she giggles.

Shortly after, there’s a teacher running up to you; Mrs. Manoban, a black-haired teacher in her mid-thirties who’s extremely nice and sweet to everyone. She also babysits Nala when you or her father aren’t around. She holds Nala’s backpack in her hand who huffs and puffs— trying to catch her breath. You could only assume that she’s been running after the little girl. “Hello, Mrs. (Y/l/n)” She greets, so energetic despite the obvious exhaustion written all over her face.

“Hi, Mrs. Manoban. How are you?” You ask politely, smiling back at the woman.

“I’m great! Thank you.” She beams, her dark brown eyes crinkling at the edges, “you see I was just playing tag with the children…and then Nala decided to run across the street so I got scared, but then I saw you, so all is well.” She expresses relieved and hands you Nala’s backpack.

“She was very good today— she always is.” You grin at that, reaching over to give Nala a light squeeze on her hand. You say a quick goodbye after that, as Mrs. Manoban has to attend to the other kids.

Nala lets you take her backpack as you walk to your car. “Woah! This is heavy, what have you got in here?” You joke, lifting the bag up and down.

“We made clay plates today! I’ll show you at home!” You nod with a smile, taking her hand and helping her into her car seat.

“Are we really gonna do something fun today mommy?” Nala asks you as you buckle her into her car seat. “Yep. Though it won’t be until later.” You tell her, and you couldn't help but feel a little dejected, having previously promised her you would do something many other times, like go buy ice cream or take her shopping— she loves shopping. And that never happened. However, this time is different, because now you have a little bit of freedom.

“What will we do? Can I know?” Nala’s curiosity takes hold of her, and she stares up expectantly at you. “I don’t think I can tell you. It's a secret,” you answer, though you don’t know what you’re doing yourself. She pouts but compiles nonetheless. On the way back home you stop and get Nala ice cream, which makes her very happy.

Later, you planned to take her shopping or do something to make up for missed time with her. You’ve only just gotten to a point where you could work from home, not in your office. You do real estate and own your own company so it’s been hard on your time together.

You got home about twenty minutes later. You shut the door behind you before helping your five year old take off her shoes.

“Run upstairs and take your coat off, and then we’ll get any homework out of the way and go out, okay?

“Kay!” You hear her footsteps retreating, but don’t hear them pad up the stairs. It’s then when you notice most of the lights were on, and that the TV was playing. You walked into the living room, the main source of noise, and saw your husband, Jaylyn, swinging a giggling Nala around.

“Jay?” You call from the entrance of the living room. You tried to smile, key word, tried. He put Nala down and cleared his throat, “Why don’t you go do what your Mom said?”

She left the room and he stood awkwardly, not really knowing what to do with himself under your scrutinization.

“Room?” He gestured to your bedroom and you both made your way in there. He sat down on the bed. You turned to him.

“We can’t do this anymore.” You sit on the desk, arms crossed with a plain expression on your face. You were tired of your husband disappearing without a word and then coming back with no heads-up. He never told you where he went either, but you had an inkling. And this “Inkling” of a thought would have hurt you if you still loved him as much as you did a couple months ago.

It’s faded, now on its last strings: romantic wise, just like your marriage.

“I know, and I’m sorry,” he takes his glasses off and rubs his eyes, “I’ve been trying to…to…” he trails off looking at the carpet, searching his mind for the right words.

“Love me like before?” You say and he appears shocked, but it’s not for long. He laughs dryly, shaking his head humorously, “I suppose, yes.” You were very observant, he wouldn’t be surprised if you knew much earlier.

“Okay, but what does that have to do with not being in your daughter's life as much as you should? I can excuse you being that way to me, but to Nala? It’s not okay. She misses you when you leave. I can’t keep making up excuses for you.” You raise your voice a bit, not liking how you’re starting to sound like an angry wife. But you were.

He doesn’t respond, simply staring at you through his frames, guiltily. You pinch the bridge of your nose, “I can see this isn’t going to last, but I want you to be in her life.” You said softer. You knew what it was like only having one parent present, it can make or break someone. You fear that because Jaylyn has not been in her life much this past year, to be her other pillar of support, that’s why she wasn’t as outgoing as other kids. She’s smart, and she’s heard you two argue before, she must have an idea.

“I will, I will. I love our daughter, she’s my pride and joy, so, I promise. Are you suggesting we divorce?” His voice grew softer. “I’m okay with that if that’s what it takes. I don’t like that I’m causing this— I’d like to fix it. I want you to be happy.”

You’ve moved to sit on the bed next to him, “Yes, and I want you to be happy as well. I won’t try and pry what you’ve been doing when you leave, you can tell me another time—“

“Mommy! Daddy!”

“We’re in here, Darling!” Your husband yelled, leaning towards the door. A minute later tiny hurried footsteps approached and Nala’s head popped through the cracked open door.

“I finished my homework, can we go out now? Will daddy come?” Her eyes were shining and you're a bit glad the last question wasn’t directed towards you. That’s a lot of pressure and if you’d have said no, the shine in her eyes might dull. She was clearly excited.

“Of course.” He replied, smiling at her. She ran off to get her coat on and he turned back to you, “we’ll talk about this later tonight, but right now let’s have fun?“ You just laughed and shook your head, letting him help you up.

You ended up going to get ice cream again and then went to Warner Bros.’ Studios, more specifically, the Hogwarts Castle exhibit. You walked with your arms entangled with Jaylyn’s as Nala ran a few steps ahead of you.

“Mommy look!” She pointed the wand you had bought from Oliver’s shop at you before pressing the button, the wand glowed and made a sshoosh noise.

“That’s so cool! Are you gonna be a wizard?” You enthused, watching as she nodded her head proudly. Later, you ended up buying yourself a Gryffindor cloak and scarf, Jaylyn a Slytherine, and Nala a Hufflepuff set.

“I’m gonna miss this.” Jaylyn commented as you two watched Nala walk a couple feet ahead of you exploring the Platform 9 ¾, his words were directed toward you. After this, he wouldn’t get to do a lot of things like this with you anymore.

“Me too.”

That night, after your daughter fell asleep you talked about the divorce. Deciding on starting the tedious process tomorrow.

You woke up alone in the house the next morning, a note with Jaylyn’s handwriting and a doodle drawn by your daughter wishing you a good day and other things. Nala would be with her Grandparents for a couple days and you would see Jaylyn later.

You got dressed in formal clothes for later and put a heavy coat on because it was snowing. Then, headed out for coffee. You went to the café you always went to and ordered the usual Latte.

“Thank you.” You grab the coffee cup from her. The barista looks at you with a look you can only decipher as worry, much to your confusion. You brush it off and continue to turn around, only to crash into a body.

Your coffee jerks out your grasp from the collision, the scalding hot beverage splashing all over their tan blazer, turning it a deep brown. The remnants drip down your sleeves and the cup drops to the floor, but you could care less.

Your eyes almost popped out upon seeing the Saint Laurent logo on the coat.

Guilty, your gaze travels up to your victim; you're in trouble. The woman looks back at you indifferently, frigidly. She doesn’t give away any signs that tell you she’s angry or irritated, and that’s what scares you, she’s unreadable.

You had expected her to jump or react to getting hot liquid spilt on them, but she hadn’t at all.

She has an air about her you think only high class, or the arrogantly rich carry. The power suit says it all. She’s a tall blonde with the face of a model. Her dark eyes burn into your face, most definitely judging you. She was very aloof, you noticed. If anything, it seemed like she was one step away from walking out the door. You jump into action, words spilling out your mouth before you could stop them.

“I’m so, so sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going and—” You start to ramble, grabbing a handful of napkins out the dispenser and start dabbing at her blazer, she stiffens uncomfortably.

“Stop.”

“I didn’t even know someone was behind me and now look what I did. I’m sorry. I’ve—” Her nose scrunches up and her brows furrow, you're just smearing it more with those cheap napkins.

She catches the barista's eye who looks at her helplessly, embarrassed for her. The barista tried to warn you someone was behind you.

“Stop.” She repeated, a bit louder, thinking you hadn’t heard her the first time. You were determined to ruin her coat, weren’t you?

“—Your coat, it looks expensive. This coffee is hard to get out of things that are lightly colored. I know firsthand, unfortunately. But you can—” You continued on.

Her jaw clenches and she has a strong urge to roll her eyes. Were you hard of hearing? Blind, too, maybe?

She grabs your wrist, pulling it and the soaked mess you hold away from her. “Stop. You’re making it worse.” Her tone could be considered flat, annoyed. You didn’t hear it that way, though.

You, who had finally registered the hand on your wrist that stopped your clumsy movements, were taken by surprise. Her hand was warm against your skin, you thought. She should feel like a block of ice, not a breathing, living, human. You couldn’t believe the cold, but soothing voice you heard belonged to her.

Your neck heated up in embarrassment. Sometimes you don’t realize your rambling until it’s too late. She let go of you. Your arms dropped uselessly to your sides.

“Oh.” You gazed at her blazer, wincing at how the spot did indeed get worse. You were going to suggest buying her a new coat but she turned on her heel and left the café. Leaving you standing in the middle of the shop with eyes on you, quite dumbly.

“Would you like me to remake that?” The barista’s sympathetic voice reached your ears, she pointed to the cup on the ground.

“Yes…thank you, again.”

You sipped on your coffee as you drove back to your house where you would meet up with Jaylyn to head to the law firm. There, you would file the divorce papers.

You knew this whole ordeal wouldn't be easy, not to mention how long the process takes, but you've done your best to prepare yourself. When you pull into the driveway you honk, two minutes later Jaylyn jogs out and up to your window. He taps on it and you roll it down.

“I just follow you, right?”

“Yeah, I’ll send you the location on maps in case you lose me.” He gives you a curt before hopping in his Range Rover. You pull out the driveway and begin to make your way there.

The Chichu Law firm building was basically a skyscraper, you couldn’t imagine how many floors it had. You walked through the glass doors, Jaylyn by your side, and walked to the front desk.

A man who had been signing papers looked up at you before snorting, he spoke in a croaky voice, “Name?”

“(Y/n) (L/n) and Jaylyn Smith.” He hummed before shuffling through some papers, peeking up at you through his tiny glasses, he picked up the phone.

“Yes…Okay…Main floor. Thank you.”

Soon after his call a brunette woman wearing black formal clothes came from the elevator and strided up to the two of you. Her red lips were formed in a wide smile as she approached, pumps clacking against the marble. Her eyes were catlike, they appraised the two of you and she was decked in Chanel.

“Jennie Kim. It’s nice to meet you two, I’ll be taking Mr. Smith with me and your lawyer will be a good friend of mines, Mrs. (L/n). We’ll go over the papers and help you with any questions.” You both shook her hand for a greeting.

You had to split with Jaylyn, having been assigned different lawyers. You felt intimidated, you always did when you went anywhere that had to do with court. You remember going to court the first time for stealing your father’s car and getting caught at a party. You never did it again after going.

Your heels clacked against the marble floors as you followed the man and you wondered if he was annoyed by the sound because the building was quiet. You walked down many hallways, you would’ve looked around but your eyes were glued to the man’s bald spot. It was just so…shiny. You’d think the few strands of hair he brushed over it were decoration, to enhance what couldn’t be hidden…

You took another left and he gestured to the dark oak door you stood in front of. This was where you were supposed to be. He turned to you.

“Your lawyer will be here in a few minutes, have a good day.”

“Thank you.” He nodded before walking off. You hoped you could remember the way back to the lobby because your help just left.

You opened the door and sat down, eyes curiously wandering around their office. It was very minimal, like everything in the room was here because it was needed, save for the picture frames on the desk turned away from you. There were little bits of personality; a guitar was propped up in the corner, probably being used for free time. There was a mini fridge and a container on the side decked with snacks. Polaroids of different places, people, objects. An incense was being burned, you could smell hints of jasmine, musk, cedar, lemon, and ginger.

You picked at your fingernails as you waited, your gaze being drawn to the picture frames pointed away from you once again. It was a matter of curiosity you told yourself, and besides, it wouldn’t hurt if you just took a peek. You wanted to see what your lawyer looked like, all you were told was that she was a woman.

You reached out, you were in the midst of turning the picture frame around when the doorknob turned and someone walked in. You had no doubt you were caught in the act, touching things that weren’t yours. But to your defense, they didn’t even knock.

“Might I ask what you are doing?” A smoky, accented voice inquired.

You turned around, an innocent smile on your face only for it to fade as the seconds went by, you were met with familiar eyes.

There’s a chill in the air.

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A/N: This chapter was 5 words away from 3000 lol

[moonysfavoritetoast]

Hello my new mutual

How are you doing?

You wanna tell me a lil about yourself? Just to get to know you better

hello :3

i’m doing good, tired tho 😁😁 how are you?

a bit about myself uh

first day of school fr

um

i’m evan and i only wear band shirts (sums me up pretty well)

i like making bracelets and i also like music and rick sanchez i also like cats bc they’re cool 😁😁

my favorite colors are black, purple, and red

my favorite band is ghost (heheheheh)

also bugs are really cool i like bugs