#and guess who just wrote out all the fluffy parts and now has to write PAIN next đđđ
guess who...instead of doing drafts ended up continuing the monster of a fanfic for their ocs?
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Ditto || Nagi Seishiro
Pairing: Nagi x Fem!Reader
Summary: In which, Nagi finds a peculiar note in his locker from a special someoneâŠ
Warning/s: None ! Just general fluff
Word Count: 1.3k
Note: This is the first oneshot Iâve written for bllk or literally anyone in awhile so some grammatical errors here and there, besides that I hope you enjoy <33
Nagi walked to his locker with reo, he opens the door as he noticed a note sitting there, on top of all the books he put. Reo notices how Nagi looked stunned for a second and teases the white haired male. âNagi~ Looks like you got your first love letterâ The said male looks at him dismissively and opens the note to read it.
âStay in the middle, like you a little, donât want no riddle. Why wonât you say it back, oh say it ditto ;)
- ⥠â
He looks at the note and slightly blushes over it, but quickly goes back to his usual bored and chill demeanor, but not before catching the attention of Reo. âSeems like someone has a crushâ Reo teased as Nagi just shrugged and put the note in his pocket. âI donât, love seems like such a bother⊠unless itâs herâŠâ He mumbles the last part and walks away.
You watch from a distance as you saw Nagi opening the locker, looking away in embarrassment. Too afraid to see his reaction. You turn to look back and saw Reo teasing him about it from the looks of it.
âIf youâre gonna keep staring, might as well approach me alreadyâŠâ The voice caught you off guard as you saw Nagi, along with Reo now in front of you. âSorry! I didnât mean to stare I was just dozing off I guessâŠâ You made up an excuse on the spot as Reo looked at you suspiciously while Nagi just shrugged it off.
âYeah I get it⊠Wanna go to class together? Standing in the hallway is bothersomeâ Nagi suggested as he grabbed your arm and dragged you along with him, You gave Reo an apologetic look as he looked slightly annoyed but amused in what you and nagi were doing.
The three of you reached your next class as you sat down on your seat, beside Nagi. As he got his phone out to play another game, you caught yourself staring at him. The way he looked focused on his game, the way his hair looked so fluffy and his eyes slightly reflected from the light of the room.
You thought back on the note that you had put in his locker, You never saw his reaction but it was still nerve-wracking. Sure youâve liked him since the two of you became friends but he would never see you the same way, but at the same time, he would never know it was you right?
Endless chatter from your classmates filled all of your ears but all you could focus on was him.
The front door opens as your teacher walks in, starting the class, you grabbed your notebook and started to take down notes, you were trying to solve an equation but you couldnât figure out how the hell you were supposed to find x in that equation, looking beside you, you saw Nagi, who surprisingly wasnât asleep.
You ripped a piece of paper from your notebook, writing âNagiiii help I donât get what teach is saying
(â„ïčâ„) â You passed it to Nagi beside you, looking at him, pleading. He sighs, before writing something for a bit then discreetly passing it back to you.
âIâm not sure how to explain, but the solution for both equations are at the back, just re-read them over and over again and try to understand it srry :xâ You looked at the back of the paper where Nagi wrote both solutions, You slowly started to understand it and turned the paper over and writing, âtysm nagi ur a lifesaver âąáŽâąâ, Passing it back to him, Nagi looks at you softly and quickly writes back, trying to pass it back but was caught.
âMr. Nagi and Ms. Y/n why are the two of you passing notes in my class???â The teacher questions the two of you, and before either of you can respond, she shuts the two of you down with a raised voice. âDetention for the both of you!â
The bell rings as the teacher dismisses the class and you moved your chair slightly closer to nagiâs. âSorry I got you dragged with me to detention⊠You have to miss your practice because of meâŠâ You apologize sheepishly as he looks back at you and says, âItâs fine Y/n⊠It was worth it if it meant I got to help you, besides- practice is lame anyways.â Nagi pats your head reassuringly as you blush at his words and actions.
âW-Well⊠I have a different class from you and reo so see you later nagi and reo!â You said as you got your stuff and went to a different classroom.
â âLove is a botherâ you say nagi???â Reo jeers at his friend as he tries to shrug it off again. âItâs nothing Reo, besides itâs not like she would see me as more than a friend anywaysâŠâ Nagi muttered the last part but the purple haired male somehow overheard it. âSo you DO have a crush on Y/nââ Nagi put his hand over his friendâs mouth, shutting him up. âI never said I didâ
The day quickly passes by as it was time for both you and nagi to go to detention together, the teacher came in the room and told you to stay put while shes gone since she still had a meeting to attend to, as soon as she left the room, you saw Nagi getting his stuff. You looked at him dumbfoundedly.
âThat teacher never comes back anyways⊠Are you not gonna leave with me?â Nagi says, âWait really? Yeah I'll just go with youâŠâ You got your stuff and as soon as you got all your things, Nagi grabbed your hand and straight up ran out of the door.
The two of you ran through the empty hallways as you tried to keep up with Nagi, âWait Nagi! I'm not an athlete like you damnit!â You yelled out as he slowed down a tiny bit.
You both made it out of the school as you panted for air. After awhile you looked at him then said, âNow what?â You asked him. âYou can stay at my apartment for awhile⊠I got a new game and I wanna play it with youâ Nagi offered as you looked at him excitedly âYeah we can do that!â
After rounds of continuous defeats for you, you decided to take a short break from playing. âNagi! This isn't fair, you know all the controls and combos and I dont!â You complained after he beat you for like the tenth time in a row. âThat seems like a skill issueâ Nagi jabbed.
âUgh! Screw you nagi!â You said back, annoyed, as you were about to get up from your spot, Nagi pulled you back down, causing you to land on his lap.
Your face started to heat up as you could feel his breath beside your ear as he whispered, â...dittoâ. You turned to look back at him in shock, completely speechless from everything. âYou're the one who sent that note right?â Nagi asked, but with full certainty to his voice.
âWait-! But how did you know it was me-? Wait you like me backâ? Waitââ Nagi cut you off by placing his hand over your mouth. âFirst, the handwriting is obvious, second, only you and reo know the code to my locker and third, I said ditto didn't I?â
You look at him speechless, unsure of what to say. Nagi notices and moves his hand to cup your cheeks.
âMay I kiss you?â
You nod excitedly as he chuckled, âWords, angelâ
âYes! You mayââ Nagi cuts you off by placing his lips on yours, fireworks went off in your head as you kissed him back, wrapping your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.
You both pulled away for air as you both panted for air while staring at each other, Nagi then laid down on the floor of his room, bringing you down with him. âWait nagiâ I have to leaveââ âStay.â That one simple word shocked you as you looked at him.
âCan we stay like this for awhile? I don't like being touchy with others, but I don't mind if it's you.â
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FanFic Ask Game
So I saw this post (linked above) and decided to answer all the questions instead of just reblogging and waiting for asks. Enjoy getting to know a bit more about me as a writer!
đ What do you like most about your own writing?
I love how fluffy it generally is and how my fics always have a happy ending đ„°
đ What embarrasses you most about your own writing?
I don't think I'm embarrassed about my writing? Maybe sometimes I'll write a kiss that feels a bit cringe?
đ» What is one WIP you think you may never pick back up?
'the heist wip'. Inspired by the episode Ocean's 9-1-1, I wanted to explore what situation could make them ACTUALLY turn to crime. I had a vague idea of a woman's dog being kidnapped by her abusive ex, and Buck gets all obsessed over it and eventually asks the rest of the team to help him break the dog out or something. idk. I don't have a solid enough idea and I feel like it would end up being a long fic which I just can't commit to atm. (If anyone reading this is inspired by this idea, feel free to write it!! But please tag me if you do! I would love to read it!)
đ Do you have any WIPs that you would never let see the light of day? If yes, what are they about?
... I don't think so?
Yeah I've just had a skim through and can't find anything that I would never share if I managed to finish it.
đ„ What is your fave fic to receive comments/messages on?
Ooohhh, I love getting comments on ALL my fics but I guess if I had to choose I'd probably go with Friends Don't (8.5k) because it has a special place in my heart.
âïž Do you write every day?
Not strictly, but most days yes.
đ Post a snippet from a current WIP.
"Back to my point," Chimney said once Hen's laughter died down. "You two are codependent. I bet you couldn't even go a day without having to touch each other."
Buck's face flushed a darker shade of red.
"Yes we could," Eddie argued, suddenly stubborn and confrontational. "We could go a week."
"You wanna bet, Diaz?" Chimney asked, raising an eyebrow in challenge.
After a quick glance to communicate with Buck, Eddie nodded and said, "You're on. What are the terms?"
don't say his name wip
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What is something you recently felt proud of in regard to your writing (finished a fic, actually planned for once, etc).
I wrote 4 drabbles exactly 100 words each!! It took quite a bit of editing and revising but I'm really happy with how they turned out! You can read them here if you're interested: buddie month | four drabbles
đ Is there anything you enjoy doing that you think your readers hate?
fhdskjfhs I HOPE NOT đ
đ Â What time of day do you prefer to write? Why?
I don't really have a preferred time of day?
đ Are you a planner, plantser, or pantser? Is it consistent?
Yes. And no. lol
đ Current number of WIPs
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đšâđ§âđ§ Do you tell people in real life that you write fic?Â
Depends ENTIRELY on the person. But generally yes. This does not equal letting them read my fics though lol.
đ Who is one character you havenât yet written for that you would like to?
Hm, good question. Maybe Athena?
đ What is one growth area you have for your writing?
Uhhh I don't know. I feel like I'm constantly learning about writing and just generally trying to improve in all areas.
đ Do you read your own fic?
YES ALL THE TIME. I looooove reading over my fics. Makes me so happy!!
đ€ What is the hardest part of writing fic?
Writing kisses. Or endings. Both. Every time Buddie are about to kiss I tend to abandon the fic for a while lmaoooo and then whenever I have to wrap it up it takes me 3-5 business days.
đ§ Whatâs an idea you have that you canât quite call a WIP yet?
Up for anything. All I've got for it so far is this:
Buck: No, I mean it. I'm up for anything. If you can come up with something I won't do you win. But I'm telling you right now I never back down from a dare.
đ» Do you do research for your fics? Whatâs the deepest dive youâve done?
fhjskfh I hate research. My deepest dive is whatever happens in the show. I'll rewatch or maybe read wikis to make sure I get show details accurate but anything else? I'm making that shit up bestie đ
âš Choose three adjectives to complement your own writing.
đ sweet, emotional, aaaaaand heartwarming? idk
đ What is a headcanon you have about your own work?
I don't have headcanons about my own work! Everything is canon! They're my works! My reality! YOU can have headcanons about my works lol.
đ° Name one of your fave comfort fics (doesnât have to be your all time fave).
Of my own or someone elses?
Of my own fics, I love you (4k) is my fave.
Someone else's, the first that comes to mind is The Best Lie is a Truth (My Best Mask is My Face) (43k) by @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels uggghhh it is chef's kiss!! Fake dating my beloved! đ
đ©âđ If one of your fics was going to get you arrested, which one and why?
Lazy Mornings (1k) for being so freaking adorable đ„°
â° Do you spend more time reading fic, writing fic, or do you do both equally?
I think it's fairly equal? But maybe a bit more time writing, because a lot of the reading I do is of physical books rather than fic.
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Tagged by @rogerzsteven @wildlife4life @prince-buck-diaz @panbuckley @heartbeatdiaz @thewolvesof1998
Iâm gonna share two things cos I want toâŠ
Ok I wrote this silly little think because of anon with a question about chickens and some of you have seen it but thought Iâd share anyway đđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđ
âBobby! What on earth?â
Athena's eyes move slowly taking it all in. To say itâs not what sheâd been expecting when she came home is something of an understatement. Sheâd never have guessed Bobby would do something so⊠random.
âHi honey. Youâre home early.â
âBobby, why are there four chickens in my kitchen?â
Bobby holds out his hands, âWell two reasons really, one. I havenât moved them to their coop yet and two Happy Anniversary!â
âItâs not our anniversary.â She speaks slowly and softly, unwilling to startle the birds who are all now looking towards her.
Bobby's smile is blinding. âAh well that depends on what day youâre counting from, because if you count the day we met probably itâs four years today.â
âIt is?â Her husband is a constant surprise.
Bobby steps carefully round the nearest chicken whoâs just started wandering around now, to kiss her on the cheek.
âItâs âChicken dayââ
âChicken Day?â she echoes weakly.
âYup, so I thought we should get a chicken for each year since then.â
âUhhuh!â Thereâs not much else to say really. Her eyes track the wandering birds.
Bobby points, âSo meet Debra, Denise, Doris andâŠâ he bends to scoop the closest chicken up. Athena leans back as he thrust the bird forward.
âEsmeralda.â
âEsmeralda?â
Before she knows it Athena has a chicken in her arms and Bobby is shooing the others towards the open back door.
âCome on letâs show the girls their new home.â Heâs out of the doer when he calls back over his shoulder âI was thinking we could maybe get a rooster too, like Maurice.â
Athena follows her husband and the newest members of her family into the garden. What choice does she have? After all, it is Chicken day.
AndâŠ
I know I said no more purple eyed mating fic shenanigans but then people posted smutty things and Iâm writing smutty things so I thought just a bit wonât hurt, prove thereâs going to be mating in the mating fic thatâs close to 10k right now. This is just some fluffy prelude to hotter things
Hovering over his mouth, lips almost brushing when he speaks Eddie whispers âIâm gonna kiss you know ok?â
Buck tilts his head back, eyes closed, lips parted. He nods silently asking for Eddieâs lips and Eddieâs more than happy to cooperate.
Gently he touches Buck's chin and closes the last fraction of an inch needed to bring their mouths together. The tension in him drains away at the first taste of Buckâs eager pink lips. He keeps the slip and slide of lips soft and it doesnât take long until he feels Buckâs body relax too and he opens wider inviting more. So Eddie give him what he needs. He adds the soft stroke of his tongue just the way Buck likes and hear a soft sound of appreciation. A hand tenses on his hip pulling him tighter. The smile on his face doesnât interrupt the kissing at all.
They kiss again and again, Eddieâs hand constantly stroking a new part of Buck, back shoulder sides, slipping across his hip and across his arse still in boxers, down to his strong things and the soft skin at the backk of his knees. They kiss and kiss and touch until Eddieâs lips are swollen and his jaw aches in the best way and Buck's hands have started their own route of exploration.
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3, 5, 6, 22!
3: What is that one scene that youâve always wanted to write but canât be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need?
my problem is that i can always be arsed to write all the set-up and context and this is how i get into Pickles (all my wips get out of hand.) i'm sure there's something though⊠OH i know. it's the ling wen/pei ming/shi wudu fic of my dreams, which involves escalating bets/wagers and culminates in a sleazy threesome but they all have feelings about it but the feelings are complex and unnameable. they are not in love but they love each other but also they don't. but they do. you know.
to get the vibe i want, it couldn't just be pwp though. like i would want this to be a trojan horse of emotionally dense 3 tumours character study. but also funny, because they're comedians to me. minimum 5k of buildup necessary, and in order to do that and have it be good i would have to Get A Degree In Pei Ming And Ling Wen And Shi Wudu and tbh the reason i don't write more poly ships is that having to canon review to get two characters' voices down is enough work as it is⊠you expect me to do more than thatâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠ.
5: What character that youâre writing do you most identify with?
i've flippantly posted about this before but i do feel like i have an elevated level of insight into the nhs + nmj dynamic due to the circumstances of my dad's health issues/head injury/death lmao. i would never do all of that though <3
6: What character do you have the most fun writing?
nie huaisang is the obvious answer (assigned comic relief at birth. a font of earnest sadstuck. deserves to go to prison. the swiss army knife of blorbos.) but shi qingxuan is edging up there. i thought my beefleaf sex pollen fic was going to be 3k but it ended up 8k because sqx as a pov character just kept going and going and going and i was having a GREAT time. i used to shy away from writing characters who are talky and have big personalities because i felt like whatever i wrote would turn out feeling fake and/or annoying, or that it would be more obvious if my characterization was off than if the character was more subdued⊠i guess i'm just more self-confident now?
more than just being extroverted and chatty, i think what's sooo fun and novel to me about shi qingxuan is that they're such a doer. after primarily writing cerebral repressos for the past 15 years it's so refreshing to write a character whose reaction to most situations is to follow their instinct⊠they keep the plot moving! never a dull moment!
22: Do you reread your old works? How do you feel about them?
ah ha ha ha ha yeah no i reread stuff i wrote in the last ~2 years allll the time. i know what i like! and if it already existed up to spec i wouldn't have written it! there's definitely stuff i find cringe and parts i skim if i'm not happy with them but overall i spend a lot of time on my own ao3 page......
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you also asked about foowd extras... i still find writing + sharing these kind of mortifying because despite bravado about my trans fanfiction brand, part of my brain is still like "okay but NOW it's cringe because NOW it's not 'suicidal closeted trans character is depressed and makes bad choices' but 'comparably emotionally stable character is a known transgender and has some good things happen to her' so everyone will point and laugh over your SELF INDULGENT WISH FULFILLMENT!!!1!1!!1" because the particular brainworm i find very difficult to remove re: residual shame over writing trans fic is the idea of anything you write being automatically discounted as personal projection basically on par with readerfic rather than coming from being genuinely interested in the canon character(s). and wanting to write about nice things happening to fictional trans people being like, THE WORST MOST CRINGE thing you could ever do. but i persisteth.
it's funny because i WOULDN'T even say they are just fluffy wish fulfillment stuff... the four "chapters" i'm planning on posting have a bit of an emotional arc, and what interested me enough to write them out instead of just leaving them as comfy eyelid movies were questions like "now that it's actually happening, how WOULD nhs actually feel about the prospect of not only stepping down from sect leadership but uprooting her entire life to go join another sect," with the idea that, if that were to actually happen rather than stay an escapist fantasy, she'd probably feel... pretty conflicted about it! it would be weird (even if ultimately worth it)!
so there's that. and then there's the fact that the entire original fic largely sprung out of ideas about sangcheng eventually being in a long-term relationship that looked a certain way, and then reverse engineering the interpersonal arc that would be needed to get them there (and that becoming the main fic.) foowd proper ends when they've only just even actually "become a couple," and you don't get to see much of that... so i wanted to chuck at least SOME of what i imagine about straight married sangcheng's day to day life into the world. (not that it's even at that point yet LMAO. EVENTUALLY!!!) if for no other reason than that there's a strong chance that sometime i'll reference something from the extended foowd lore in casual conversation forgetting that no one has any idea what i'm talking about because it does not exist anywhere except my brain
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I wrote and illustrated a scene from this AU :) Under the read more cause itâs a bit long with both the writing and the pictures.
The moonpool was lit with a bright, starry glow, out of which stepped three cats. A fluffy, silver tom, an elegant black she-cat, and wiry brown tabby she-cat. The three sat on the surface of the water, still haloed in the blue light of Starclan, and dipped their heads in greeting to Jayfeather and Lionblaze.
Lionblaze stepped back a pace, startled by the sudden appearance of the Starclan cats. He glanced quickly at his brother. Jayfeatherâs jaws were parted, drawing in the scent of the visitors. A moment later, his fur lay flat and he turned towards Lionblaze.
âI recognize their scent from Leafpoolâs memory. These are the cats that appeared when we were born.â He murmured.
The silver Starclan cat nodded. âYes, we were there. My name is Riverstar, and this is Shadowstar and Windstar. We witnessed your birth, and gave you your powers.â
âHow? Why?â Lionblaze couldnât help but ask. âWeâve heard the prophecy but it doesnât explain anything.â
âTime is like a river. The banks are steady, and the river flows the same way. But the individual raindrops that make up the river? Those are constantly changing. The wind blows a different way and raindrops that would have joined the river soak into the ground instead.â Riverstar explained calmly. âThose raindrops are cats, the wind is life - the choices made by cats and other creatures, nature, the weather, any number of things. A cat decides to go for a walk in one area instead of another and meets a different mate, has different kits than they might have otherwise. Some raindrops reach the river, others donât.â
Lionblaze fought the urge to roll his eyes. âI guess I understand that, sure. But what does that have to do with our powers? We just happened to be a group of three âraindropsâ when you needed them?â
âNo, you three arenât raindrops. For whatever reason, youâre part of the river bank. The raindrops around you shift - who your parents are, what other apprentices you train with, even what clan youâre from. But the three of you are always together.â
Lionblaze turned again to look at his brother. His expression was unreadable, but Lionblaze didnât think he looked surprised. I guess itâs nice, knowing that, no matter what, weâre meant to be together.Â
âIf we were always meant to have these powers, then why wasnât Hollyleaf given hers?â Jayfeather demanded quietly. âAnd if it had to be three, how were we able to contact you without her?â His tail was flicking angrily, but his voice remained impassive.
Shadowstar stepped forward to answer him, her ears flat. âWe didnât hold her gift back as punishment, if thatâs what youâre implying.â She lifted her chin. âOur connection is fragile, and your birth was difficult. By the time Hollyleaf was born, we werenât able to reach her anymore. As for why we can communicate now, Thunderstar is assisting.â
âBut this connection wonât last long either. We need to pass on the third gift now, or we may never get the chance.â Windstar warned.
Lionblazeâs shoulders drooped. âHollyleaf is gone. Surely you know that. So howâŠâ His words trailed off, his throat suddenly tight with the thought of his sister. Her tail disappearing into the falling rocksâŠwe donât even know if sheâs alive or not.
Shadowstar spoke up again. âNow that weâre closer to the prophecyâs completion, it doesnât have to be Hollyleaf. Any cat that shares blood with Firestar or some of Firestarâs kin will do. But theyâll need to be brought to us quickly.â
âLionblaze.â Jayfeather said quietly. âGo get Goldencloud.â
Lionblazeâs eyes widened with shock. âAre you sure? Will sheâŠâ He thought of the rift that had opened between them and the cat theyâd thought of as their sister. âWill she even come?â he finished softly.
Jayfeather turned to face him, a knowing look in his bright blue eyes, made all the brighter by the glow of Starclan. âSheâll come.â He declared.
Turning, feeling the shadows wrap comfortably around him, Lionblaze raced up the slope. As he neared the top of the hollow, his thoughts were so firmly fixed on Goldencloud that he nearly tripped over the two small shapes huddled at the entrance.
Startled, he scrambled to a halt and stared down at them. It was Dovekit and Ivykit, staring back at him with wide eyes.
âWhat are you doing here?â Lionblaze yelled, trying not to snarl at the young kits. He didnât want to scare them, but he was startled and stressed.
The kitsâ eyes widened even further. It was obvious to Lionblaze that they hadnât really thought about what would happen if they were caught.
âWe justâŠwe wanted to know where you were going.â Dovekit mewed softly, her voice shaking slightly.
Oh no, Lionblaze thought, trying to look less intimidating in the hopes of calming the kit. Powers or no, Whitewing is going to claw my ears off when we get back.
âItâs ok, itâs ok.â He murmured quickly. âJust stay here andâŠâ
In the hollow below, Lionblaze saw the light dim and flicker. Weâre running out of time. Lionblaze thought, panic squeezing his chest. Knowing it wasnât a good idea, he made a quick choice.
Scooping up Dovekit by her scruff, Lionblaze turned and ran back into the hollow. Behind him, he heard Ivykit cry out and begin to give chase, her tiny paws thudding against the stone as she ran as hard as she could. Guilt spiked through Lionblaze, but he kept running.Â
Itâs the only option. There isnât time to run back to the camp and convince Goldencloud or someone else to follow me. This is what we have to do, to save the clans. Lionblaze thought, trying to convince himself.Â
At the moonpool, Jayfeather turned in surprise, his ears pricked at the sound of Lionblazeâs return and the shrill cries of Ivykit. Dovekit had remained quiet, whether out of shock or simply because she trusted Lionblaze he wasnât sure.
âWhat are you-â Jayfeather began to say as Lionblaze placed Dovekit on the ground in front of the moonpool.
âWeâre running out of time. They followed us here and - Whitewing is Cloudtailâs daughter, they fit the prophecy.â Lionblaze explained in a rush.
Windstar stepped forward, leaning down to touch her nose to Dovekitâs head. The blue glow briefly enveloped the tiny gray kit, and Lionblaze heard Ivykit wail softly.
âMay sight and sound come to you as swiftly as the wind.â Windstar murmured.Â
The light flared, then faded slowly. Dovekit uttered a small whimper as Windstar pulled back. Ivykit, finally reaching them, sprawled onto the ground beside her, panting hard.Â
âStay away - from my - sister!â Ivykit gasped out.
âWorry not, little one.â Riverstar purred, leaning down to lick Ivykit gently on the head. âYour sister is fine.â
She doesnât really look fine. Lionblaze noted, feeling the guilt heâd tried to push away come rushing back. Dovekit was huddled silently on the ground. Every few heartbeats she flinched, her tail bristling and her eyes darting wildly.Â
âIs that it, then?â Jayfeather spat, lashing his tail. âAll the gifts are given and we can fix whateverâs gone wrong now?â
Shadowstar nodded and opened her mouth to speak. Before she could, the light around them flickered, then went out completely. The Starclan cats disappeared along with it, leaving the four Thunderclan cats alone in the hollow.
(ID: Three cats outlines in silvery-blue and surrounded by a blue glow with stars. From left to right, the cats are Riverstar, a fluffy silver cat with green eyes, Shadowstar, a black cat with dark green eyes, and Windstar, and brown tabby cat with yellow eyes. End ID.)
(ID: Jayfeather, a gray tabby cat with blue eyes, and Lionblaze, a golden brown tabby with amber eyes, in profile, facing the blue starry light. Jayfeatherâs mouth is open, and Lionblaze has his ears back in fear or concern. End ID.)
(ID. Lionblaze running up a rocky slope. Tendrils of shadow wrap around him. End ID.)
(ID: From Lionblazeâs point of view, looking down at two kittens sitting in front of his paws. The kittens are Dovekit, a gray kit with white paws and blue eyes, and Ivykit, a white and gray tabby kit with blue eyes. Both are wide-eyed and frowning. End ID.)
(ID: Dovekit sitting in front of Windstar, who is bent over to touch her nose to Dovekit. Dovekitâs ears are back in fear. In the background, Ivykit stands looking frightened, her mouth open and ears flat. End ID.)
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Been a long time..
I don't check in here enough, seems like I don't spill my thoughts out as often as I did back in my younger days, I wonder is it a good thing or a bad thing?
Being a parent for so long now.. I feel like my time is so sparse, like I constantly worry about my next duty while being present in life, and most of my time is spent on planning, worrying, thinking of what I need to do next instead of "enjoying".
Been more than 6 months since I wrote here, and so much has happened..
Firstly, Luki came to us and went opposite my house. How it happened? Well, I guess it was a really bad timing to adopt a dog, a Golden Retriever no less when you're still in the midst of shifting house and completing renovation. I held it in for two whole weeks, shifting between two houses while trying to do my mom duties, preparing the new house while maintaining the then current house. It was so much on my plate at that time, I was sleeping in a tent in my new master room, with no curtains, no mattress, the house had no furniture, no kitchen and I was cooking instant food on the floor with a ramen pot.
I loved having a dog but really, timing was so bad and I'm so thankful my neighbour decided to adopt him so I can be his part time mom, I can still do the fun things with him and return him. To me, it's a win for everyone, my neighbour who has no kids get to have a furkid to love and keep themselves busy as well.
As of writing, it's been officially 7 months since I moved in, the journey was long and taxing, but I'm finally feeling settled down now, the house really feels like home now, it's cozy, safe and I don't feel like I'm trapped. I tend spend a lot more time outdoors, started a mini garden a couple of months ago and currently into fostering stray mama cats and their babies.
While I was still living at my old place, I thought of fostering cats but the lack of space made it really inconvenient and I just shut that idea out. However, after moving here, I know I can help out because it's a lot easier to access the cats and that's what I did. Two days into Luki being with us, came Emma and her six babies. I couldn't reject them this time as they were right in front of my house and I knew I had to do something. The babies were literally running onto the road and it was a matter of time before they become roadkill. So, I transformed my kid's study room into a makeshift cat room/nursery and it was a long path to getting them adopted by loving families but eventually we got there. Emma got spayed and is now living her best life, looking all shiny and fluffy compared to her matted and skinny self when she first came.
With me now is Ginger, funny enough she wasn't even my stray as she was from the next road but seeing her pregnant I knew I had to intervene. It was quite an adventure to get her in because she gave birth in my neighbour's car and there wasn't anything I could do so it took a village to extract the kittens out as they were in the undercarriage. I did the same set up again as I did for Emma and with experience now, and a settled house, the fostering process is a lot easier and enjoyable compared to Emma's time. Back then, I just remembered feeling very overwhelmed as I had to deal with Luki, and I had just recently brought Thomas, Norah, Salem and Mei Mei over to the new house and these additional 7 cats didn't make life easier.
So that's about the update for now, kids are still adjusting to the new distance to school although we've been doing it for a few months now, I'm a lot more at ease here as I tend to be able to find things to keep me busy and there's so much more to do with a bigger house (more cleaning!) but I'm not complaining because I love the space that I have in my kitchen, the openness of the house just makes me feel like I can breathe.
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Rant below the cut (and yes, there will be swearing. No, I donât care.)
Listen, Connie wrote some fucked up shit. She held an account on a website that kept track of her writing streak. She maintained that streak, through blood sweat and tears, for almost two years. And she shared that writing online sometimes. It was fucked up, as previously stated. It shared dubious scenarios, perilous scenes, and in general got her flames and hate.
Sheâs mentioned this before, Iâm sure, in the form of âjournalling.â She would still write it, just keep it to herself now. After she got doxxed and got sexual assault threats, she decided it was better to get a fresh slate, start a new account where no one knew her and make some friends in a new fandom, a fandom she had adored since childhood.
Then, she integrated, and Nick became host.
Nick still wrote some fucked up shit. Maybe not as much as Connie, but he did. It was cathartic, though he couldnât place why. It justâŠwas. He kept it to himself, too, remembering the hurt Connie held from the myriad of threats on her person prior.
The reason Iâm saying all this?
Nick feels guilty that he doesnât create as much for posting anymore. He keeps traumatic shit to himself, but thatâs about all heâs been writing lately. And thereâs pretty good reason for that.
He found out why writing those stories was cathartic, about a month ago.
And we were 3 when it happened. And then again, at 18. And the time in between our father leaned on us too much, treating us like a friend instead of his child.
So. Nick has been writing fucked up shit, trying to process. But that revelation has left him depressed. He shattered a bit ago, his parts still mainly one alter but with different layers, and Nick isnât usually the one in control, because heâs struggling with the emotional trauma realizing that we were a victim long before we could understand what that meant, long before we thought we were at first.
Oh, all of them still respond to Nick, but the one who kept that name specifically for himself isnât as much the Nick you see today.
He feels guilty over the fact that he canât make happy, fluffy, hurt/comfort, happy ending shit anymore. All he wants to write is dark, and depressing, and stuff that probably qualifies as what fandom nowadays treats as âdead dove.â Because while he doesnât care as much if people know online, where heâs anonymous and goes by Nicholas Benedict, and not his legal name, he still values the friendships heâs made and doesnât want to be pushed away because of his trauma and posting the writing heâs using to process.
He needed to let this go into the ether and let his friends be the judge of if heâs salvageable, but he also didnât want to face the consequences if they decided no and blocked him for writing fucked up shit he kept to himself.
So weâre making this post. If you want to block us, youâre free to, I guess. It will hurt but it is your right.
If you still want to be our friendâŠunderstand that there wonât be trauma dumping on this blog as far as we can help it, and there wonât be intentionally fucked up nasty shit on our AO3. Nick keeps that to himself for a reason. But you need to understand that processing is important, and so weâll post less than weâd like, and weâre not a content-producing machine with no feelings, so if youâre only here for fluffy or hurt/comfort MBS content youâre not going to be interacting with our blog as much for a while.
And no, we will not be answering any questions pertaining to Connieâs old accounts or what she wrote specifically. Thatâs private, and she didnât share for her safety. Leave well enough alone.
Rant over, I guess.
Milligan & Two
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Why did you write two versions of Hunger Pangs?
Whatâs the difference and is one more âvalidâ than the other?
I get a lot of questions when people find out I wrote two versions of Hunger Pangs (Phangs). To answer that second question first, the only difference is that one contains explicit sexual content, and the other merely alludes to it.
The Flirting with Fangs edition (red cover) contains multiple scenes that depict sexual acts, either solo or partnered. (link)
The Fluff and Fangs edition (blue cover) is less explicit. I say less because while the scene(s) fade to black, some elements of physical affection are still shown, along with a fairly involved conversation about consent and kink. This is in the latter half of Chapter 28, and as noted on my website, you can skip this part if it makes you uncomfortable and not miss anything important to either the plot or character development. (link)
Both versions contain heat ratings and content warnings on my website. I canât put it in/on the books themselves because Amazon is going after authors for mentioning content warnings (link), so when in doubt, check www.joydemorra.com or send me a message!
And no, one version is not more âvalidâ than the other. Both are canon. If it helps, think of them as parallel universes running side by side down the narrative timeline. The plot and character development remain the same; the scenes have just been altered to accommodate reader preference.Â
Then why do this at all?
As stated above, I wrote two different versions primarily to accommodate reader preference. When I first started writing Hunger Pangs: TLB, I was widely known on Tumblr for being âthat erotica editor.â (link) I used to be a ghostwriter for my publishing house, too, so chances are some of you have already read my work under another authorâs name*. A large chunk of my professional life has been spent writing sexually explicit content. Itâs what I was then known and popular for, so it never occurred to me that anyone who was sex averse or didnât enjoy reading about sex would be interested in my work.
And then those exact people started messaging me to let me know they were super excited about my work, couldnât wait to buy a copy and would just skip past the sex parts that made them uncomfortable.
And that didnât sit right with me.Â
Phangs is a bit of a weird project. It was started via a Tumblr shitpost (link) and grew from there. It was funded entirely by the support of my Patreon, which people kept supporting even after it took me years longer to finish it than initially planned because my health took a proverbial nose dive into the tenth circle of hell. It is not an exaggeration to say my Patreon and Tumblr kept me alive during that time. You kept our lights on and put what little food I could eat into my fridge. You supported me both physically and emotionally during one of the worst times of my life. And during that time, I wrote the entire Phangs series, assuming it would be edited and published posthumously**. It was both my swan song and a parting gift. A means of saying thank you for all your support over the years and the fervent hope youâd feel my love on every page. Because never doubt this, I wrote Phangs for you. Phangs is a love letter to fandom from start to finish. Itâs written specifically to appeal to fandom and all the things we love about it.
So when people told me they were going to buy it but skip parts of it, I felt the need to make sure they were getting equal amounts of content for their money. So the âfluffâ version of the narrative was born, replacing the sex-based scenes with more emotional and âfluffyâ but still intimate interactions that keep the character arcs and plot intact.
For the first book, I tried to keep the scenes as similar in theme as possible. Thatâs why Chapter 28 still features a frank discussion around kink and consent, as a large part of Vladâs character arc is learning that his wants and desires matter, but more importantly, so do his boundaries. But I also purposefully wrote it so that you can skip away after that conversation and not miss anything in the lead-up to the fade to black/implied sex scene. As the series progresses, the scenes may differ more as I play around having fun with it. But the fact remains that the characterization and plot will always stay true.
Itâs merely about what kind of reading experience you want.
Do I expect other authors to do this? Absolutely not. This is a labor of love. The âfluffâ version being popular is merely a bonus that enables me to keep writing. So thank you. Iâm off to keep working on the next story.
 *Before anyone asks, no, I canât tell you who. I signed NDAs that are still in effect.
**Jokes on me, I guess because I lived, and now I have to edit and rewrite all 500-f*cking-k of it.Â
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Summary: Y/N has been dreaming of an unknown man for a while now that it is making her wondering who he is. After doing some research she finds out heâs a musician for a band. One day she walks around her town to get some air when suddenly she bumps into the man whoâs from her dreams. Has he been dreaming of her to?
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Everything about him was ethereal
His pretty brown eyes
His fluffy curly hair
His perfect smile along with his perfect teeth-
BEEP BEEP BEEP
Your thoughts were then cut off by your coffee machine beeping. You poured yourself a cup of coffee into your mug for the morning. You then walked over to your windows and opened the blinds letting some light into the house showing the pretty leaves that were outside on the fall crisp morning. You sip on your coffee and softly smiled at the sight. You then decided to sit down at the kitchen table and wrote in your planner, writing some to-doâs for the week. As you were writing your to-doâs you couldnât stop thinking about that man in your dreams you were dreaming months about.
MONTHS!
Youâve never seen this man in your life before and you were dreaming of him for months now. You snap out of your thoughts and quickly grabbed your laptop and headed to Google and decided to do some digging on who exactly this man was, or even if he was real. You took another sip of your hot coffee feeling the hot liquid in your mouth. You pushed your clear glasses up to your eyes and started to stare at the screen for a bit thinking exactly what to search for first and how to word it.
You close your eyes to see if that would help you remember him more.
You were at their concert, all you could focus on was him and all he could focus on was you just staring into your eyes
His beautiful brown curly hair
His perfect smile
His facial hair that rested above his lip and on his chin
âGoddammit what can I type?â I say to myself staring at the Google search bar trying to think what to type. You shook your head and began to type:
Lead singer with brown curly hair and facial hair
Your eyes began to look through the images seeing if any of them were him.
Nope nothing
âUmmâ you say as you began to think again of what to type.
Singer with curls and wears jumpsuits
You began to search with your eyes again looking at the images and found nothing again. You let out a loud groan and began typing more things that could possibly fit to get any picture or information of who this man is.
âââââ-
Itâs been almost two hours now searching this man up and no luck. You let out a groan and started looking at the ground thinking what to do.
Guess Iâll never know who this man is
You stood up and put your coffee cup in the dishwasher then began to make some lunch for the day. You opened the fridge and start to assemble a sandwich. You decided to bring your computer up to the kitchen counter and put on a YouTube video while you made your lunch. You opened the YouTube app and began analyzing the recommended videos that popped up. You then just decided to click on a suggested playlist that was on your feed and began jamming to a couple of songs, swinging your hips side to side along with the music.
Once you were done making your lunch you sat your plate down onto the kitchen table about to sit down when suddenly you hear a guitar riff coming through your computer speaker. You never heard of the song but it sounded really good. You bobbed your head along with the music. Sounded like it was a live version since you heard what sounded like people screaming in the background.
âChampagne, caviar anyone?â
A male voice said though your computer speakers. You look up from your plate and furrow your eyebrows. Something about that voice, you couldnât put your finger on it. You decided to turn your computer around so it was facing you and you laid eyes on the video that was right in front of you.
âHoly shit..â You let out
It was HIM
You dropped your fork on the table and pushed your plate away and brought the computer to you watching the video. âHoly shit itâs himâ
You watch them preform, he was so angelic to watch. The way his hands moved, the way his hair swayed along with his movements, the way he flashed his perfect teeth with a smile.
You look at the bottom of the screen and saw the title, âGreta Van Fleet - Live at the Red Rocks Amphitheaterâ
You then clicked onto Google straight away and typed in the bands name. You looked at the images and saw him and his band mates, you gave a smile seeing him. Heâs so pretty
Josh. Josh Kiszka is his name
You looked up his name onto Google now. You press â enter â and look at the thousands of pictures of him that laid before you.
Wow, this is the man Iâve been dreaming of. A man who Iâve never seen till today. Heâs so fuckin beautiful
But why? Why am I dreaming of him?
You shut your computer needing to clear your head
2:30 pm
Read your phone
You stood up and got your coat so you could go for a walk to clear your mind
You closed the door behind you and heard the crunches beneath your feet from the leaves. You look around in awe at the sight of the beautiful fall day. It was just so pretty.
You continued to walk for a while until you felt like getting another coffee
âUgh should I?â You say looking at your favorite coffee shop in front of you stopping you in your tracks. âYeah I shouldâ
You headed inside and ordered your per usual fall coffee order.
âFor Y/N!â
I looked up from my phone and grabbed my coffee and said thank you before leaving the café.
I look down at my coffee in my hand while walking as I took a small sip closing my eyes
I felt a harsh bump on my shoulder. The hot coffee then splashed out of my cup and onto my hand. âOw, shitâ I say because of the coffee being hot.
âOh my gosh, Iâm so sorry are you okay?-â
The man says before we both look at each other and immediately stare into each otherâs eyes for what seemed like forever
It was him, Josh. The man who Iâve been dreaming of
Why was he looking at me like that? Like he knew me? Could he have been dreaming of me too?
He clears his throat and began to talk again, âPlease let me buy you another coffeeâ
He says still staring into my eyes like heâs seen me before
Wow, heâs just as beautiful in person
I nod to his response and we both headed inside the coffee shop both getting our coffees. âUm, do you mind if we sit down together?â He says holding his coffee in his hand looking at me giving me warm eyes. I nod and we both sit down looking at each other once more.
âIâm sorry for staring-â he starts
â-No Iâm sorry as wellâ I say as my cheeks flush a deep red looking down.
âItâs just⊠This is gonna sound crazy but, I think Iâve been dreaming of you. And itâs odd because Iâve never seen you before til now.. Thatâs why I was staring at you, I just couldnât believe it. Apologies if I made you feel uncomfortableâ He says looking down at his coffee feeling embarrassed thinking you probably thought he was crazy.
Holy shit.. He was dreaming of me too
âIâm Jo-â He starts but I finished for him, âJoshâ
He looks up and stares at me giving me a warm smile now knowing I was dreaming of him too.
âWere you dreaming of me too?â He says now leaning a bit closer. I give a warm smile and nod. Josh letâs out a huff in relief, âHoly shit this is crazyâ he whisper yells getting excited showing his perfect white teeth. I get excited along with him and chuckle.
âMay I add that youâre just as beautiful in person then you were in my dreams?â He says looking up at me giving me a smile showing his dimples. I chuckle and start to blush, âYou as well Joshâ I add.
We both then began staring into each otherâs eyes
RING RING RING
Joshâs gaze now drifts at his phone that was buzzing. âUgh itâs my brother, hold on darlingâ
I blush again as I take another sip from my coffee trying to hide the redness that spread across my face.
âOkay okayâ He says a bit annoyed on the phone. He then ends the call and looks at me. âThat was my brother, he says he needs me now for some new album ideasâ
He notices your face forms a bit of a frown, âHey, this is crazy that this happened and I think both of us are still trying to process it haha but, I think youâre absolutely beautiful and I wanna get to know you even moreâ He says in awe at the sight of you.
He drops his phone on counter in front of you. âPut your number in darlingâ He says winking at you. You then started to type your number in the new contact, putting your name as well. Once you were done he takes his phone looking at what you put, âY/N.. Thatâs a beautiful name for a beautiful personâ He says smiling showing his dimples that were engraved into his cheeks. âIâll text you and we can plan something soon!â
You nod and he headed out the door giving you a cheesy smile and a wave goodbye
Wow⊠The man of my dreams is absolutely adorable
You then chuckle at your thoughts and took another sip of your coffee
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A Truth Universally Acknowledged // Anthony Bridgerton
Request:Â Hi angel! I love all of your stories, especially your Bridgerton and work! Is there any way you could write something soft and fluffy for Anthony and a female reader! PLEASE AND THANK YOU - Anon.
A/N: I havenât written for Anthony in what seems like forever! As much as I love Benedict, I do love writing Anthony fics. This isn't overly long, I just wanted to write something soft and fluffy thatâs entirely domestic as well. I hope you all like! Title is a quote from the first line of Pride and Prejudice (further quotes from the book are in italics).
Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x Fem!Reader.
Warnings: none - fluff, books, marriage, happy relationships, cute.
Word Count: 1.6k
The house is silent as Anthony strides through the waiting, open door. He nods his greeting to the Butler, Wilkins, before letting the weariness that had haunted him all day settle over his bones.
âWilkins?â Anthony asks; no need to voice the question. Wilkins knows.
âLady Bridgerton is in the Green-and-Gold, sir.â
Anthony smiles at the Butler. âYou really do know everything.â
Wilkins smiles; nods his head. âIt is my job, sir. Lady Bridgerton has already told me that you will take your final meal of the day in there, too.â
Anthony takes the stairs two at a time; refusing to accept his laboured breathing by the time he reaches the top. He was not an old man yet; he was still a very active man.
Turning left, he wanders blindly to the Green-and-Gold room named for the colour scheme of the walls and the furniture. His late grandmother had decorated the room; so fondly remembered by her ancestors that each refused to change a thing in the room save for any upholstering that needed to be done occasionally.
He finds you sitting on the left hand side of the room; the comfier side as argued by everyone who visits the room. Your legs are curled underneath you as your eyes pour over the page of an open book in your lap. From here, Anthony cannot possibly hazard a guess as to what you might be reading, but he feels a twinge of jealousy at the attention being paid to the book and not to him.
Well, love makes fools of us all, Anthony thinks to himself. âDarling,â Anthony greets in one single breath, as if the sight of you makes it all the easier for him to breathe.
âDarling,â You smile, standing from your seat, coming to greet the man you love with every fibre of your being. âHow was your day?â
Anthony groans as he removes his jacket before tugging at the knot of his cravat. âLong,â He complains, struggling with the neckpiece. You smile at your husband, batting his hands away from his neck so you can take over. You feel the heat of his gaze as your hands work to do undo the knot he had tightened with a single tug; as the fabric unravels under your nimble fingers your husband reaches out to squeeze your waist.
âThank you,â He whispers, voice full with an emotion you canât quite decipher. Love? Weariness? A combination of both? Anthony looked ragged as you run your eyes over his face.
âIâm sorry that your day has been taxing, my love.â
âItâs all the better now that Iâm here with you.â
âFlatterer,â You tease with no real heat behind your words. Anthony beams at you; eyes crinkling in the corners from the force of it as his hands tighten on your waist and his head dips to capture your lips in the kiss he has been thinking about for the better part of his day.
Breaking away, Anthony plants one, two, three kisses to your lips in quick, chaste succession leaving you breathless and highly amused. âHow was your day?â He asks, curious as ever to find out what his wife does when he isnât at home to distract you.
âDull,â You answer plainly, enjoying the feel of Anthonyâs strong arms around you.
âDull?â
You purse your lips, thinking over your plans for the day so far. âI suppose dull doesnât work. It hasnât been dull at all.â
âOh?â
âIâm only saying it because I missed you.â
âI missed you too,â He murmurs, kissing you once more. âWhat are you reading?â Anthony asks when he pulls away, spying the book laid delicately on the couch.
âEloise let me borrow it. She gave me it when I called to see her this morning,â You answer, leaving the comfort of Anthonyâs arms to take your seat on the couch.
âDarling, you know we have an entire library full of books, donât you?â
Fixing him with an unimpressed look, you counter, âYour sister read this and thought of me. The least I could do is read it.â
âAlright,â Anthony sighs, knowing a losing battle when he sees one. âBudge up.â
âPardon?â
Anthony gestures to the couch. âMake some room for me.â
A puzzled look settles across your face, but you follow the request, nonetheless, shifting on the couch so Anthony has room to sit down.
Anthony settles with his head on your lap; offering you a self-satisfied smile when you raise an eyebrow at him. âComfy?â You ask, voice laced with humour.
âVery,â He responds. âWill you start from the beginning? I donât want to miss anything.â
Chuntering about high maintenance husbands, you mark the page you got to before returning to the beginning. âAnything else before I begin?â
âNothing⊠Oh, one thing.â
âThat is?â
âI love you.â
Any previous ire you felt towards your husband disappears at those three magical words. The frustrated slant to your brow evens out as you reach out to stroke a hand through his hair and down the side of his face.
âI love you too,â You answer earnestly, feeling the power of the emotion running through you.
A peaceful look crosses Anthonyâs face as your words sink into his skin like a balm on an open wound. He had felt neglectful lately; not spending as much time at home as he would have liked. He felt bad for leaving you so alone. Without children, you were your own companion throughout the day, and whilst you had both discussed having children, Anthony was to be left mildly vexed at the thought of you spending your days alone until a child was born.
The opening of parliament combined with Anthonyâs seat in the House meant that he was spending more and more time in Westminster and less time with you.
A ratio Anthony was not fond of.
âIâm ready when you are,â He whispers; eyes focused on your face so he can watch every reaction and see every syllable leave your mouth.
Flashing an annoyed look at your husband, you take a deep breath and begin:
âIt is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.â
âWhat?â Anthony asks, eyebrows furrowed.
âHush,â You admonish half-heartedly before continuing.
âHowever little known the feelings or views of such a man may be on his first entering a neighbourhood, this truth is so well fixed in the minds of the surrounding families, that he is considered as the rightful property of some one or other of their daughters.â
âThis author is a genius,â Anthony exclaims, his voice awed as he tries to catch a glimpse of the cover to see the authorâs name. âWho wrote this?â
âAre you going to comment the whole way through? Iâve barely read two paragraphs.â
âSorry, darling, but I have to know. Who wrote this?â
âHer name is Jane Austen.â
âWell Jane Austen is a genius. In two paragraphs sheâs captured what it is like to be a single man with a fortune in and amongst the sharks with unattached daughters.â
âSharks?â You ask, highly amused at your husbandâs words.
âMothers,â Anthony shudders, remembering what it was like to go through so many seasons still unmarried. A Viscount with two seats of power combined with a hefty ancestral fortune â many mothers didnât care whether Anthony would love their daughters; they simply wanted a fortuitus marriage that would leave them set for life.
Anthony thanks any and all gods and deities out there that he found his love match in you. You had taken him by surprise; Anthony had already resigned himself to a season with countless mothers forcing their daughters onto his arm. Until one evening early into the season, he had been listening to Gregory whine about the workload at Eton when his eyes met yours from across the room. In a total state of cliché, Anthony met your gaze, and he knew. He knew that he was going to spend the rest of his life loving you, worshipping you. He knew that whatever his future held, you would be right there weathering it alongside him. In a single glance from across the room, he knew.
You were married before the season finished; a special licence dispensed after a favour from the Archbishop called in. Anthony couldnât wait; didnât want to wait â he wanted to start the rest of his life with you as soon as possible.
Your light laughter breaks Anthony out of his reverie. âThey arenât all that bad,â You argue. âI suspect youâll be worse than me when it comes to our children.â
Anthony snorts; doubting your words but loving the way you speak so openly about your hopeful future family. Clearing your throat, you continue to read on.
Anthony settles further into your lap; letting the calmness of your voice wash over him. After a moment of watching the concentration on your face, Anthony lets his eyes slip closed. He has no intention of falling asleep; he simply wants to enjoy this moment to its fullest.
âMr Bingley was good looking and gentlemanlike; he had a pleasant countenance, and easy, unaffected manners. His sisters were fine women, with an air of decided fashion. His brother-in-law, Mr Hurst, merely looked the gentleman; but his friend Mr Darcy soon drew the attention of the room by his fine, tall person, handsome featuresâŠâ
A snore interrupts your rendition of Pride and Prejudice. Pausing mid-sentence, you look down to your lap where Anthony has fallen asleep so peacefully. Smiling softly at the man, you close the book, placing it to one side before running a hand through Anthonyâs ever-unruly hair. He hums contentedly, pushing his head further into your hand as you begin to scratch at his scalp.
As you watch Anthony doze dreamily, you feel your eyes lose the fight against the growing tiredness. Your hand stills in Anthonyâs hair as you fall asleep alongside your husband, utterly content at the path your life has taken considering it led you to him.
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okayy hear me out, your writing is so wholesomeee. iâve scrolled through everything and im wondering can i get sth for myself too đ
chifuyu has a boyfriend and heâs damn tall, almost as tall as draken, but he looks thin, kinda pale, and so squishy (people want to pinch his cheeks đ«), like a big puppy ya know. everyone is teasing the shit out of chifuyu saying heâs the bottom (ofc heâs not đ) and reader said nothing âbout that, even dared to chuckled at him (it pissed him off đ). poor chifuyu got all flustered, uhm so, he wanted to teach his baby boy a lesson about attitudeee. reader kneeling in front of him and taking his cock so well i-
feel like heâs gonna be the softest dom ever too.
also, you are doing great! please keep going. i feel so miraculous that i found your blog. thank you! đ
I'm hearing but the fluff has honestly hurt my heart, I can't handle the little fluff smut I wrote cause it's just loving.
This has/contains : deep throating, bit of cock warming, prepping, honestly a but fluffy cause of how loving chifuyu is, I can be freak nasty but the moment I see fluff or write it I'm blushing and squirming like a middle schooler seeing their crush.
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Laughing, that's what chifuyu's closest friends were doing. Laughing about how he said he was the top.
Cause how could someone so short take you on. You're almost the same height as draken with only an inch separate and not only were you laughing oh no ,no, no you were making jokes about how high pitched chifuyu voice goes. In chifuyu defense you were just begging to get punishment and a nice reminder who tops who in the sheets and how to act in the streets.
That's why you're on your knees cock warming chifuyu as he watches with a blank stare. You had been still since you reached his base in hopes it would lighten his mood.
Guess it didn't since when you tried to start bobbing your head, he snapped at you to stay still and hold him in your mouth. Every part of your body ached from being in the same position for an hour.
"You enjoy making a joke outta me, bet everyone would be suprised to see you taking my dick with a trembling body." Chifuyu said as he grabbed his phone off of his bed and started scrolling through it.
So this was your punishment, cock warming him while he acts like you don't exist. The thought of using your tongue to caress the underlie of his dick seemed more and more arousing but what would the punishment evolve into.
Shit your dick hurt, maybe a small rut wouldn't hurt. Besides chifuyu was just having a fit so he can shove it. With the last thought you shove your lower body onto chifuyu foot and started rutting against his right leg while beginning to bob your head to give him some pleasure.
"You really think that's gonna help, if you stop rutting and put your back into it and I might fuck you" chifuyu said as he pushed your knees apart and pulled his legs away so you could rest in between his thighs.
With the promise of getting fucked, you start going faster allowing chifuyu to hear every gag and wet sound. Slowly trailing both hands up chifuyu with one resting and the other sneaking to massage his balls. The quicker chifuyu came then the quicker he would finally fuck you.
"Shit, shit, shit you better not think of even stopping if you don't want me to tie your ass up and leave you. " chifuyu warned as he thrusted up while letting a hand hover behind your head ready to hold you down when he cums.
Deciding now would be the perfect to start putting your tongue to work and letting it massage the underside until chifuyu finally brought his hand down. The grip of his hand would probably leave a little mark but that was the least of your worries after all now you had to swallow and focus on your surroundings.
Chifuyu watched intensely every gulp you made, even during punishments you're still so good. Always making sure he gets pleasure even when you're focused with your needs for a minute, you always think of him.
Chifuyu gently pulled you off his dick while caressing your face. And smiling as he watched you lean on him.
"You did so good, the best baby I could ever ask for. Now hop on the bed so I can get you prepped, just let on your back and I'll take care of everything else." Chifuyu whispered softly while helping you onto the bed by first picking you up and laying you down then left kisses everywhere he could reach while moving to rest between your legs.
Leading a trail of kisses from your ankle all the way down to your pelvis. Chifuyu gave one last look up and waited till you nodded to move his mouth so he could start prepping you. He started out with small licks and sucking until he decided he lubed the outside enough to start pushing his tongue inside.
"Need more fuyu, I can take it." Was the words he heard before he felt your legs move behind his arms to try and encourage him.
With confirmation from you, chifuyu started fucking you with his tongue and slipped his pointer and ring finger in while moving them in a scissor movement. You might hate how slow he's going but he rather have you stretched beyond hell thank to hurt his baby
Maybe he should just stay layed down here for a minute. It was nice, comfy, and he could feel every shudder and whine. He loved when he would feel the racking shudder letting him know he hit your prostate dead on but he would save those thoughts for maybe a round two. He still needed to fuck a good adittude into you after all.
You watched with anticipation as chifuyu pushed himself upward and jerkes himself a bit while he gazed down, watching every twitch and hip rolling.
Pushing on your stomach softly to still you while he slowly pushed in and stopping everytime you tried to push your hips towards him.
"Just relax baby, ill take care of everything. You did your part now I'm gonna do mine." Chifuyu said as he bottomed out and started a slow but deep pace.
Tonight would be a long one but at least you could remember every gentle touch and loving word.
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Eunoia - Harry Styles
a/n: iâve been meaning to write a piece filled with just fluffy, domestic moments through a relationship, and thatâs when i created Flora in my mind. wrote it with an OC bc i had very specific traits and stuff in my mind about her and it didnât feel right to write it with y/n but feel free to read however youâd like it! but i think Flora is a delightful girl, she is a teacher and a free spirit, i think youâll like her!
pairing: Harry x OC (Floortje âFloraâ Hoven)
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Eunoia
(n.) Beautiful thinking: a well mind.
Harry is always looking forward to times when his days arenât filled from morning to midnight, traveling all around the world, meeting dozens of new people at various new meetings. Donât get him wrong, he loves the buzz his life comes with, but one can drive this lifestyle only for a while before getting tired. He now appreciates his calm periods, when he is not living out of his suitcase, he has the time to drop by a cafĂ© and enjoy his morning coffee sitting down instead of grabbing it in a go-to cup and chugging it down in his car. When he can just take a walk when the weather is nice enough and his favorite is when he has the time to just look at things without a rush and appreciate them.
He has built up a habit of going to the same coffee place since he got off tour and jumped right into his well-deserved months off filled with meditation, resting and focusing on himself after giving so much for the world. Itâs just two corners down his place, falling perfectly into his way to the gym and now he even has a favorite table in the corner, because it gives him a great view of the place but the vines hanging from the ceiling masks his presence enough that people donât often notice him there, providing some privacy for his morning coffee.
It was his third day here when he first noticed her. She was sitting at the table by the window, near the door, deep in a book, another pile waiting for her on the free seat next to her as she intensely made notes of her reading. She had her wild, curly hair in a puffy bun on the top of her head, clearly just thrown into it haphazardly when she started working. Her ivory frame glasses kept sliding down the bridge of her nose and thy seemed a bit too big for her face, but they overall fit perfectly with her knitted sweater and dungarees. And Harry couldnât look over the fact that she had little sunflowers painted on her nails. That instantly made him smile as he adorned her from afar.
As the days passed and Harry spent almost all his morning at the same spot, he started seeing or more like noticing her more often. She always sat at the same table and Harry figured it was because of the natural lighting coming through the windows that came in handy, because she was always either reading and making notes, or doing something crafty, mostly origami, he noticed. She often had her laptop open with tutorials on different origami works that she was trying to make herself, not always succeeding, but she got it right most of the time, a triumphant smile plastering across her face every time she finished a piece, her dimples digging deep into her round cheeks. Harry couldnât stop herself from smiling whenever she held up the finished work and adorned what she just created. He often wondered what happened to the little creations afterwards, but she just usually shoved them into her backpack before leaving.
By the fifth or sixth time he has seen her, he already knew her order. Vanilla latte with a sprinkle of cinnamon on top. Large sized, of course, so she has something to sip on while she typed away on her laptop or finished reading another book.
Harry caught himself looking for her on mornings when he didnât see her, which were usually Mondays, Wednesdays and Thursdays, but one Wednesday, when he had an early meeting for a change with his team, he arrived before 8 am into the place and for his biggest surprise, there she was, sitting at her usual table, drinking the same drink as always. Later, Harry found himself coming earlier on those days just to find her there yet again and he figured her work schedule must start earlier on those days.
As the days went by Harry started to play with the thought of walking up to her. He wondered if she has noticed him as well, but it seemed like even if she did, his presence didnât impress or bother her at all which just irked his curiosity about her even more. But every time he thought about finally talking to her, he decided against it, feeling like he would just be an intruder in her morning sessions. Until one day, the chance was handed to him on a silver plate.
She is doing origami once again on this particular day, making little cranes, one after the other, using different colored papers to make them form out a mess rainbow on her table. Itâs a quiet morning, only a few more people sitting around at place. Itâs been quite windy the past couple of days and today seems to be the worst, the trees are being tossed around by the howling winds outside, but it just makes it even cozier to sit inside in the warmth, enjoying a nice hot drink.
Harry finds himself watching her intently as her delicate fingers work on the paper, one crane following the other, she is starting to have a whole army of them.
An older man walks into the cafĂ© and as he opens the door wide, the wind is quick to run into the place, knocking over everything thatâs not heavy enough to stay still and the paper cranes are the first ones to start flying off the table.
âNo! Darn it!â she gasps, her hands grabbing after them, saving just a few, but most end up on the floor, somersaulting away from her table. Harry is quick to jump to his feet and come to her rescue, lending her a pair of helping hands as she gathers her creations. âOh, thank you!â she breathes out softly, her eyes meeting his and for his biggest surprise⊠she doesnât seem to be stunned or even surprised by him, as if she doesnât know who he is.
Maybe she doesnât, itâs a possibility, he tells himself, smiling at her as he collects the cranes from the floor.
âGuess they wanted to be free,â he jokes, setting them on the table with the rest.
âIt wasnât my brightest idea to do it on such a windy day near the door,â she chuckles, looking over the bunch sheâs been working on for the past thirty minutes.
âMay I ask why you need so many paper cranes?â Harry inquires, leaving out the part that heâs been watching her do her origami for weeks now.
âOh, I want to make decorations out of them, hang them up in my classroom. Iâm a teacher,â she adds smiling.
Thatâs the most fitting job he could ever imagine for her, she is definitely the cool and adored teacher every kid is obsessed with.
âWow, and how many do you need?â he asks, the stack of paper at the edge of the table looks quite a lot and he wonders if she wants to use them all for the cranes.
âWell, as many as I can make before my fingers fall off,â she jokes. Harry notices her freckles from up close that have been hidden behind her glasses until now. Her hair is in two space buns today and she is wearing a striped shirt with light-washed jeans and colorful sneakers. The sunflowers are gone from her nails, replaced by tiny daisies, but Harry likes them just as much as the previous flowers. They fit her well.
âDo you⊠I would love to help, if you want,â he finds himself offering, not even thinking about the question before it slips his mouth.
âYou sure?â she asks, seemingly surprised but she definitely doesnât find it weird that he just offered to help her.
âYeah. Looks really calming and I havenât made one in so long. Want to see if I still remember the steps,â he smiles.
âTake a seat then,â she nods, returning his smile. Harry goes back to his table to grab his stuff and join her.
âIâm Harry, by the way,â he introduces himself as he takes the empty chair at her table, holding out his hand for her that she gladly takes.
âFloortje, but everyone just calls me Flora,â she smiles.
âNever heard that name, whatâs the origin of it?â
âItâs Dutch. My dad is Dutch, he came up with the name as well and my mother liked it. It means little flower, nothing grandiose,â she chuckles, reaching for another paper to start her next crane.
âDo you have a Dutch last name as well?â he asks, but then realizes she might not feel comfortable sharing her full name just yet. âYou donât have to tell me your last name though, if you donât want to.â
âItâs alright,â she chuckles. âItâs Hoven, which is Dutch, but you pronounce it pretty much the same as youâd if it was a simple English word, just with a softer V in the middle,â she explains, her fingers working easily and fast on the thin paper, the crane is already starting to form. Harry reaches for a paper himself and tries to recollect his memory of the steps.
âWere you born in the Netherlands too?â
âYes, I was born in Eindhoven, but we moved here when I was five. But my Dutch is still just fine, luckily. My dad refused to talk to me in English when we moved, he said he wonât have his daughter forget her mother tongue just because he is getting paid more here,â she explains with a soft chuckle as she finishes up the crane, putting it to the pile.
âI always envied bilingual people. Must be great to speak two languages that easily,â Harry wonders, eyes fixed on the paper as he is trying his best with the crane. Itâs slowly coming together, though itâs not as pretty as Floraâs.
âItâs not that fun when I suddenly forget a word in one of the languages and then spend twenty minutes trying to remember when I know for a fact I know the words, itâs just stuck on my tongue.â
Harry laughs, finishing up his creation, holding it up and Flora looks at it as well. Itâs a little crooked and one of its wings is longer than the other, but overall, itâs a decent first one.
âYou donât have to use it if you donât want to,â he chuckles, putting it to the others.
âWhat are you talking about? It looks great!â she smiles, taking it into her hand, looking at it from all angles, smiling widely as she places it back to its peers. âItâs a nice one, and after all, itâs not your job to make cranes, so youâre fine,â she jokes.
Harry reaches for another paper as he thinks about if she knows him. Does she know what his job really is? Not that he expects everyone to know him, but she seems his age and itâs been quite impossible for him to meet someone close in age to him and not know a thing about him.
âYeah, origami is definitely not my job,â he hums and then adds: âYou⊠know what my job is?â
Flora glances up at him, a small smile tugging on her lips.
âIs this your way of trying to find out if I know you or not?â she smirks, tilting her head to the side, and itâs already a giveaway that she is very much aware of who she is sitting at a table with.
âI know, it was lame,â he huffs awkwardly.
âNo, it was alright. And to answer your question, I do know what your job is, Harry Styles,â she replies.
âSorry for asking around about it, you just seemed so casual and unbothered when you saw me, I thought you have no idea who I am.â
âIâm a teacher, my job is to treat everyone the same, I take equality very seriously. I donât want my kids to think I put any of them above the rest, but I do the same outside of school too. Or do you want me to gasp and stutter now that you are sitting here?â she teases him making him laugh.
âThatâs not needed at all.â
They work on their cranes in a comfortable silence and just as Harry thought, itâs quite relaxing, his thoughts slowly clear out, only focusing on the little birds he is creating. Then he glances up at Flora and suddenly his thoughts are filled with her once again. Now is his chance with her, he doesnât want to leave this cafĂ© without at least asking for her number even when he knows that he will surely see her around, just like always.
âCan I ask you something?â he speaks up as they both keep folding the colorful papers.
âOf course.â
âI hope I wonât sound creepy or something, but Iâve seen you around a lot and noticed how much you read. Is that just your hobby orâŠ?â
âFirst of all itâs not creepy that you have noticed me, itâs flattering, because I have noticed you as well,â she smiles, paying him a quick glance.
âReally? I had a feeling you havenât even seen me.â
âI did, but I thought you come here for the same reason as I do; to have some peace for yourself.â
âAh, I see,â Harry nods.
âBut to answer your question, Iâm working on my second degree.â
âOh, whatâs that about?â
âSpecial education, speech therapy to be exact,â she tells him and Harry is even more stunned by her. Education is already a field not many can handle and then there is Flora, who didnât just take up on it, she jumped right into it, pursuing a second degree in special education, a hard and challenging part of this job.
âAny particular reason why you chose it?â
âI have a younger brother, he is ten years younger than me, so he was already born here, but he was taught Dutch too. However, it wasnât as easy for him as it was for me to speak two languages at the same time and he has developed some speech errors. Nothing major, but it was enough for him to be bullied in school. I saw his face every day when he came home and lied to our parents that everything is fine but then he cried to me in my room when they werenât around. I donât want any other kids to go through that, Iâd love to be the one to not just help them come over their speech errors but also make sure they are treated the same way as everyone else.â
Harry hasnât even noticed that he stopped working on his crane, he is now staring at her in awe, completely stunned by her. The more he learns about her the more he thinks she is a literal angel sent from above and that he canât let her slip from his hands.
Flora looks up at him and finds him staring, a blush appearing on her full cheeks.
âSorry for staring, but I just⊠this is so beautiful. Your passion about education is just one of a kind, truly. And the way how you made it your whole career and everything, Iâm just⊠blown away,â he admits.
âWell, you made a career out of your passion too, didnât you?â she chuckles softly.
âI did, but your story is just a little more touching,â he smirks. âFlora, Iâm gonna be honest with you. Iâve been meaning to come up to you for a while and now that we officially met, I justâI would love to take you out on a date and get to know you better.â
She blushes again and Harry notes how well the pinky shade fits her even if she probably wishes she could control it more.
âThat would be lovely,â she smiles shyly and grabbing a crane from her pile she grabs a pen from her bag and writes her number to the wing of it before handing it over to Harry.
He loves that she could have easily just typed it into his phone, yet she chose to do it this way. He smiles down at the crane and puts it into his bag, securing it as if it was his biggest treasure.
When Flora opens her door for Harry she is still wearing her apron thatâs filled with tulips, a pair of simple jeans underneath it with a bright yellow shirt. Harry smiles as he leans down and greets her with a soft kiss. Ever since their first kiss he has been obsessed with stealing one whenever he has the chance. Their first one was nothing grandiose, such a simple and mundane moment but for him, it was perfect. They were visiting a gallery, he chose the exhibition hoping sheâll be a fan of it since the theme was botany, all paintings connected to flowers, gardens and plants and he was right. Flora was stunned, fascinated by each painting as they stopped at one after the other, taking their time to adore the works. They were looking at a painted garden filled with colorful wildflowers around a small cottage in the distance. Floraâs eyes wandered over all the tiny details as Harry stood close to her. She then leaned closer to point out her favorite flower and once they realized just how close their faces were, he just easily closed the gap and kissed her softly, surrounded with art, but he was convinced she was his favorite masterpiece he has ever seen.
âHi, sorry, Iâm a little late, dinner is not ready yet,â she huffs letting him inside. âHad to stay at the school a little longer than expected.â
âDonât worry. Can I help with anything?â he asks following her into the kitchen, putting the bottle of wine he brought into the fridge to keep it cool until dinner.
âNo, itâs fine. I just need about fifteen minutes to finish up the veggies,â she smiles at him and tiptoeing she steals a quick kiss. Harry hasnât been the only one obsessed with kisses. âMake yourself home.â
Harry leaves to use the bathroom quickly and on his way back he finds himself wandering into her bedroom. He has been in her home just a few times before, only spending short minutes here when he was picking her up but now he has time to actually look around, hoping she wonât mind him snooping around.
Her whole place is just as colorful as she is always, each piece of furniture a different style and color, yet fitting so well when you see it as a whole. The quilted patchwork blanket over her bed is definitely homemade, each patch has a different flower on it while the left lower corner has Floortje embroidered into it. Harry wonders if it was made by a friend or family member, either way, itâs surely a special piece.
Her dresser is cluttered with rings, perfumes and endless amount of hair ties. She has complained before that her hair stretches her elastics out so fast, she keeps buying new ones every month. The little armchair in the corner is covered with a few of her used clothes, ones sheâll wear once more before putting them into the laundry basket.
As he walks over to her nightstand thatâs filled with books, at least seven piled on each other, his eyes stop over something that makes his heart flutter.
A crooked little paper crane is sitting on the edge of the nightstand, the one he made the first time they talked, to be exact. Harry takes the bird and looks at it in awe, surprised that she kept it to herself. However he doesnât find it odd, not even a little bit, since he has also kept the one she wrote her phone number onto, itâs sitting on his desk in his study.
âFound something interesting?â Flora walks in and Harryâs head whips towards her, feeling like he was just caught. But the warm smile on her lips is a telltale sign that she doesnât mind him looking around.
âYou kept it,â he states matter-of-factly, holding up the paper bird.
âOf course I did,â she nods, walking closer. âItâs a special one.â
âThought you treat everyone and everything the same,â he teases smiling as he puts the crane back, his hands finding her waist.
âI guess there are a few exceptions,â she smirks slyly, her hands running up on his arms until they reach the base of his neck.
âAm I an exception?â The corners of his mouth curl up as he places the bird back on her nightstand and circle his arms around her waist.
âDid I say that?â she teases him. âI think I called your work a special one.â
Harry narrows his eyes at her, pretending to be hurt at her words, but he canât push the growing smile back from his lips. Theyâve been seeing each other for only over a month, but it was enough time to make him completely hooked on her. He is amazed by her in every possible way, feeling like he could never get enough of the ray of sunshine that Flora is. His favorite thing is that she makes him feel so normal, just an average guy dating a girl he met at a cafĂ©. Not once did she treat him any different because of what he is and itâs just the feeling Harry has been looking for for such a long time.
âCome on, dinner is ready,â she smiles, pecking his lips before peeling his arms off of her frame, taking his hand as she pulls him out of the bedroom, however they surely end up in there again sometime after dinner, but with way less clothes on.
Harry watches as Flora plays with the bubbles in front of her, picking some foam up into her hair, watching it move around on her wet palm before blowing on it gently, her delicate fingers poking at the small bubbles that escaped from it. His hands are caressing her sides under the warm water that was once hot when they first got into it about an hour ago.
Itâs been a lazy Sunday, Flora arrived early in the morning and went plant shopping. Her home has always been filled with plants and Harry has grown a liking to all the greenery, wanted some more in his house as well and Flora was more than happy to help him pick out the ones that are the easiest to take care of. Then they cooked lunch together, watched a movie and cleaned up the mess they made in the kitchen before running the bath. Harry has been loving these domestic days, lounging around his or her home, wearing comfy clothes and not caring about much of the outside words, just enjoying each otherâs company.
âRemind me to buy peanut butter the next time Iâm going grocery shopping,â she speaks up, leaning further back against his chest while Harry rests his chin on her shoulder, his arms tightening around her waist under the layer of bubbles.
âWhat do you need it for?â he hums, nudging her hair with his nose, her curls ticking his face, but he doesnât mint it.
âI want to make cupcakes for the kids next week.â
âWhat for? Is there gonna be a special occasion?â
âNo, theyâve just been super nice lately, we set up some new rules in the classroom and theyâve been really good following them.â Harry hums, loving how she is so eager to treat her students, he is convinced she is easily the best teacher he has ever came across.
âSo peanut butter, huh? I think I need some too. Been dying to eat a good burger with some peanut butter.â
âI cannot believe you put peanut butter into your burgers,â she chuckles, peeking at him over her shoulder.
âDonât bash it when you havenât even tried!â he defends himself, kissing her cheek softly.
âThe Aztecs would be so disappointed,â she sighs turning back forward, so she doesnât see the puzzled look on Harryâs face.
âThe Aztecs?â
âYeah, they technically invented peanut butter,â she nods, as if it was common knowledge.
âDo I want to know why you know this about the history of peanut butter?â he chuckles softly.
âWell I had this kid last year who was obsessed with it and I started looking up fun facts for him for mornings when he looked a little moody. Then the others started enjoying it too so it became our morning thing that I told them a fun fact about anything.â
âOh really? Tell me one then!â he asks smirking, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.
âOkay, umâŠâ she thinks to herself. âDo you know what the Olympic rings stand for?â
âI do not,â he shakes his head.
âThe five rings stand for the five inhabited continents of the world, united by Olympism.â
âSounds logical,â Harry nods. âTell me another one,â he asks.
âAre you going to make me tell you all my fun facts?â she chuckles, turning a little so she can look into his beautiful green eyes.
âMaybe. I like it when you talk like this,â he smirks playfully.
âLike what?â
âLike⊠smart. I love how you know all these little things about the world and teach it to not just the kids but to me as well.â
âYou donât think Iâm a smartass?â
âWhy would I?â he questions, eyebrows furrowed.
âI used to be picked on in middle school because I liked to learn, more than what was required.â
âThat doesnât make you a smartass, baby. You donât go around, correcting every tiny mistake around you. You use your knowledge to educate, like you should.â
Flora smiles softly at him, his words bringing the sense of reassurance sheâs been seeking for so long. She pecks his lips shortly before turning back forward.
âDo you know how many days a billion seconds make up?â she asks, smiling to herself.
âI donât.â
â11Â 574 days. Thatâs a little over 31 years.â
âSo I havenât lived a billion seconds in my life just yet,â Harry states, doing the quick math.
âNo, you havenât,â she smiles, mostly at the fact that he didnât just listen to her little fun fact, but also thought about it a bit deeper.
They stay in the bath until the water gets cold and Harry keeps asking for fun facts and Flora gladly tells him whatever comes to her mind.
Harry finishes up the fresh salad, filled with Floraâs favorites: cherry tomatoes, feta cheese and corn with some kale, baby spinach and garlic dressing. He even sprinkled some sesame seeds on top, now he is pretty proud of his work, it looks like something influencers would snap in an aesthetic photo to their Instagram feed.
His bare feet tap against the hardwood floor as he makes his way to Floraâs bedroom where she is still curled up on her chair in front of her computer, her hair in a mess on top of her head, glasses perched up on the bridge of her nose. She hasnât moved much from the spot in hours, intensely working on her thesis that should be finalized within the next two weeks. She has been gradually working on it over the last few months, in no mean she is behind, but sheâs been extra nervous about making it as good as she wanted it when she started and Harry has been nothing but supporting about it, knowing how much it means to her. So heâs been her moral support, making sure she eats, gets some rest and doesnât get herself too worked up about her research. She appreciates his efforts and though she often feels bad for neglecting him lately, he made sure to assure her, heâll be right here when she is finally done with it.
Harry walks around the mountain of books on the floor she has piled up from the library these past two weeks as he walks up behind her while her fingers type away on her computer so fast he can barely believe she even understands what sheâs typing.
âHey,â he softly calls out, leaning down he kisses her cheek, holding the bowl of salad in front of her, drabbing her attention, making her gaze move from the screen to the food in front of her.
âOh, hey! Is this for me?â she asks with a soft smile, lifting her head so she can look at him. Even with the circles under her eyes, the messy hair and worn out t-shirt that sheâs wearing, he thinks she is the most wonderful creature he has ever seen.
âYeah. Come take a break, yea?â
She doesnât protest, just saves the file before moving away from the desk to the bed along with Harry. She props herself up against the headboard, a tired moan escaping her lips as her spine rests against the pillows under her back. Harry hands her the salad and she digs right into it, only just now realizing that sheâs been feeling hungry for the past two hours, but ignored it entirely.
âHow much do you have left?â Harry asks nodding towards the computer.
âIâm finishing up the last part, then I just have to write the abstract and thenâŠâ she explains, popping a tomato in her mouth. âItâs just gonna be the formatting. I think Iâll be done by Wednesday.â
âThatâs great,â he smiles proudly. He has always admired how hardworking sheâs been when it came to school and her profession. He could never imagine himself do the same, especially because he didnât even finish high school. He used to feel a little self-conscious about it when they first started dating, afraid that she might think less of him because he didnât finish his education properly, even though it was never something that bothered him. But Flora assured him that it makes absolutely no difference in her opinion about him.
âItâs not about the papers or how many schools youâve finished. Itâs about how you see the world and if you are willing to learn when it changes around you. And I think you are perfect in that department, your curiosity and openness makes you an excellent learner,â she told him without even thinking about it.
Harry lies on his side next to her, one hand propping his head up while the other one wanders to her thigh, massaging it gently. She hums to herself, enjoying the food he made and he canât help the smile that creeps on his face. He loves taking care of her, especially because most of the times itâs her that takes care of him. Cooking for him after a long day at the studio, putting his laundry away while he is in an online meeting or writing him a list for when he goes grocery shopping, Flora has been watching out for him through these little things, but now itâs finally his turn to give it all back.
Heâs been thinking about asking her to move in with him for a few weeks now, he just hasnât been brave enough to bring it up, thinking that she might find it too early for such a big step, seeing that the two of them have been dating for a little over nine months. Heâs been playing with the thought of coming home to her every single day, waking up next to her in the mornings, watch her form his home more to her liking, creating a space for the both of them, making it a home not just for him but her as well.
As she finishes up her salad, completely oblivious to what Harry is thinking about, he decides to bring it up once she is done with her thesis, not wanting to bother her in any possible way until she is finished.
âMm, this was lifesaving, thank you,â she sighs, leaning over she kisses him softly as her appreciation for the sweet gesture. âIâll finish up this one paragraph Iâm in the middle of and then we could watch a movie. But strictly without subs, because Iâm done with words for today,â she jokes, making him laugh as he takes the empty bowl from her hands.
âSounds good,â he nods. âIâll clean up in the kitchen and find something to watch while you finish.â
âThank you.â As they both get up from the bed, she pulls him down for another kiss, Harryâs free hand finding the small of her back right away. âI love you,â she whispers against his lips, his heart fluttering in his chest at the words he has heard before, but it never fails to stun him.
âI love you too. Now go, finish it so we can cuddle,â he smiles, smacking her bum gently before they let go of each other.
âJa, pappa. Dat klinkt fantastisch. Ik zal het hem vragen. Ja.â Yes, dad. That sounds fantastic. Iâll ask him. Yes.
Harry listens to Flora talk to her father on the phone as she applies her lip balm, the one she uses every night before going to bed. He loves it when she talks in Dutch, many tend to criticize the language, but not Harry. Or maybe itâs just because he only hears Flora talk it and he loves everything she does.
âJa, dat is goed. Dank je. Tot ziens, pappa, ik hou van je!â Yes, thatâs great. Thank you. See you soon, dad, love you!
She ends the call and switches the light off in the bathroom thatâs been not just Harryâs but hers since she officially moved in with him just last week. Harry finally built up the courage to ask her opinion about the possibility of living together in the near future once she was free from the worries of her research and thesis. For his biggest surprise, she was on the exact same page as him, definitely a fan of the idea. So three weeks later they started slowly moving all her stuff over to his until her apartment completely emptied out. Now all her belongings are splattered across Harryâs home, they havenât found the perfect place for everything just yet, but itâs slowly starting to feel like home for the both of them.
âDad called, asked if we would go over for dinner this weekend,â she tells him, moving around the bedroom as she takes her little hoop earrings off, placing them in the shell she uses as a jewelry holder on top of the dresser. She is wearing a pair of yellow sweatpants with one of Harryâs shirts, nothing underneath them, just how Harry loves it.
âItâs cute how you always tell me it was your dad, but he is the only one you speak Dutch with,â he chuckles lowly as she climbs to bed, pulling the covers over the both of them.
âIt comes so naturally, I donât even realize Iâm switching languages,â she admits smiling.
âDinner sounds lovely,â he nods, getting back to what she was talking about before.
âArnold is bringing his girlfriend too,â she smirks, her eyes sparkling from excitement.
âYour brother has a girlfriend now?â he hums, eyebrows rising at the new information.
âItâs the girl I saw him with at his basketball game last month. They made it official like two weeks ago.â
âAnd he is already bringing her home? He is not beating around the bush,â he chuckles. âIs it going to be the first time the girl meets your parents?â
âYeah, so itâs gonna be exciting,â she nods, cuddling to his side.
Flora is playing with the little cross pendant on Harryâs chest and he is watching her delicate fingers flipping it over, her fingertips tickling his chest a little in the process.
âWhen we have kids, will you also teach them Dutch?â he suddenly questions, the words just blurting out of his mouth. Flora lifts her head, resting her chin on his chest as she looks into his curious eyes. She stays silent, but a small smile is tugging on her lips for sure.
âWhat?â he asks, feeling a little nervous. Itâs the first time he is bringing having kids up, but he definitely has been thinking about it, especially since she has moved in. They havenât been dating for that long, but Harry is one hundred percent sure he is in the long run with her.
âI just⊠love how you said when and not if.â
âWell, itâs a question of when for me. What about you?â
âSame goes for me,â she smiles warmly. âAnd yes, I do want my children to speak Dutch. Itâs important to my family and me as well. How does that sit with you?â
âTotally fine. In fact, I always envied kids growing up who were taught another language so early in their childhood. Would love that for my kids as well.â
âDan is het geregeld,â she smiles widely at him.
âWhatâs that mean?â He furrows his eyebrows.
âI said that, then itâs settled. Weâll have some cute, bilingual babies,â she chuckles, half jokingly, half seriously.
Today has just been one of those days that were doomed from the moment Harry opened his eyes. He has been overwhelmed with stress lately, working on new music, but his studio sessions havenât been as successful as he wanted them. He is also flying out to LA for two weeks in just a couple of days and he has to miss Floraâs momâs birthday this weekend, which has been torturing him with guilt ever since he found out he canât push his trip back.
This morning it felt like the universe just plotted against him. He slipped in the shower, broke a glass in the kitchen and successfully ripped one of his favorite jeans when he was getting dressed. He had a one way ticket cranky city, turning Harry into a moody little child. It didnât take him long until he started a fight with Flora over the smallest, most ridiculous thing. It started with how Flora misplaced a bowl in the cabinet and took him two moments longer to find it than usual, then they ended up disputing about every little thing about each other theyâve been finding annoying, but neither of them voiced their feelings about them.
Flora, on the other hand, was not in the mood to argue with Harry so early on a Tuesday morning and she chose to just walk away and let him stew in his own anger. Harry knew the moment he heard the front door shut that she was mad at him: she didnât kiss him goodbye like she does every day before she leaves.
He took a cold shower to cool him down and clear his head, get his thoughts straight so he can apologize like she deserves. Getting into his car he drives to the florist he usually goes to when he needs flowers for whatever occasions. The old lady greets him with a warm smile and upon describing what he envisioned, she immediately knows what to create for him this time. The result is a giant, colorful bouquet that reminds him of Flora in every possible means.
Driving down to her school he is met with an extreme amount of nostalgia even though itâs not even the school he went to as a kid, but it still brings back some memories.
The security guard immediately stops him when he walks into the building, but once he has explained him the situation, the old guy gladly tells him which classroom is hers so he can go and surprise her. His footsteps echo in the empty hallways as it is the middle of the second period, all students are locked up in their classrooms, lucky for Harry, because he surely canât deal with teenage girls recognizing him right now. Holding the flowers in one hand he stops when he finds room 414 and he can hear Floraâs voice coming from inside, enthusiastically explaining something about penguins and it makes Harry smile.
Even with such a horrible morning behind her, she is still giving one hundred for her students. He brings up his hand and softly knocks on the door, interrupting her speech.
âCome in!â she calls out and Harry opens the door, popping his head inside first, then holding up the bouquet of flowers, making the kids start chattering in excitement at his arrival while Flora is staring at him shocked.
âMiss Hoven, do you have a moment for me, please?â he asks with a shy but charming smile. She quickly gains back control over her features before turning to her class.
âPlease start working on task two and five, Iâll be right back,â she orders, but the chatter doesnât die down so she raises her voice at them. âThis is not how we act when we have guests, guys!â
The kids are quick to quiet themselves, eyes curiously switching between their teacher and the intruder at the door.
âMiss Hoven, is this your husband?â one of the kids, a little blond boy asks.
âNo, Michael, he is not. Harry is my boyfriend,â she answers calmly, heading towards the door.
âWait, I know him!â a girl exclaims gasping. âHe sings the watermelon song!â
âLilian, no discussion now. Do the tasks!â Flora tells her before walking out, but keeping the door open so she can hear whatâs happening inside. Her cheeks are flushed and eyes wide when she finally looks at Harry again. âWhatâsâWhatâs this?â
âThese are for you,â he clears his throat, handing her the bouquet. âAnd I came here to apologize for being such an arsehole this morning. It wasnât your fault, Iâve just been crankier lately and I took it all out on you. Iâm very sorry.â
Floraâs eyes soften on him as she takes one of his hands with her free one, giving it a squeeze.
âI said some nasty stuff too, so I guess Iâm sorry too,â she sighs, her anger and frustration from earlier now long gone.
âI brought that out of you, so Iâll take the blame,â Harry chuckles softly. âBut the point is that Iâm sorry.â
âWell, you are forgiven. You were even before you came here,â she assures him smiling warmly. âWhy donât we order something tonight and just get lazy on the couch?â
âYou said you have some tests to go through.â
âThat can wait. Youâre leaving in two days so I want to spend time with you.â
âSo we wonât get our tests back tomorrow?â they both hear a muffled voice coming from inside and Flora chuckles shaking her head as she opens the door wider and steps inside. A small group of kids run back to their seats, but not fast enough to not get caught.
âLilian, would you mind telling me why you left your seat without permission?â Flora questions the girl who just rolls her lips into her mouth, pretending like she hasnât even moved all along. Flora sighs stepping outside once again. âI gotta go now, but thank you for this. They look beautiful,â she tells Harry.
âI love you,â he murmurs and leaning down he kisses her quickly, feeling like he is breaking rules even though he is not a student or a teacher here.
âI love you too,â she smiles back before walking back inside and shutting the door. Harry stays for a minute, just out of curiosity to hear if the kids ask her some more questions about him.
âMiss Hoven?â a girl calls out and Harry bets itâs the same nosy girl who recognized him.
âYes, Lilian?â
âYou have a nice boyfriend,â she exclaims, earning a soft chuckle from Flora.
âWell thank you, Lilian, but letâs get back to our new unit. Letâs see the tasks you had to solve!â
The splashing sound of vomit arriving to the toilet hits Harryâs ears once again as he is rushing up the stairs with a glass of water and the Emetrol his hands that he dug the kitchen cabinets through for. Arriving to the master bathroom he finds Flora just where he left a few minutes ago, kneeling in front of the toilet, arms on the rim as she is taking a deep breath, hoping to calm her stomach and stop throwing up finally.
âOh baby, here. Found you some Emetrol, this should help,â he coos gently, sitting down to the marble floor next to her he places the water beside him as he pours some of the liquid medicine into the cap for her. She lifts her head, skin pale as the wall, the dark circles under her eyes make his stomach churn, he hates to see her in this condition and wishes he could just help her.
âThank you,â she mumbles, her shaking hand takes the cup and she downs the medicine before taking a few sips from the water. âHarry, Iâm so sorry for ruining our date,â she sighs in defeat.
âOh shush. Donât you dare apologize for being sick,â he shakes his head, putting the Emetrol aside before he towers above her to redo her hair so it doesnât fall to her face. Today marks their one year anniversary and though they only planned to go out for a nice dinner, nothing extra, Flora still feels bad they had to cancel on their reservation when she started throwing up this afternoon. Sheâs been feeling nauseous ever since she ate that leftover casserole for lunch. She had a feeling she should have just gotten rid of it, but she hated wasting food so ate it. Big mistake.
Harryâs fingers delicately work on her curls, piling them on the top of her heat before he secures the bun with professional movements using the elastic he tends to wear on his wrists, just because Flora always loses hers. He likes to keep one on him as well. His long haired days trained him well, her hair is neatly kept out of her face as she frowns, feeling her stomach churning again.
âCan I do anything else for you, baby?â he gently asks, pressing the back of his hand to her forehead to make sure she doesnât have a fever, but she feels alright. She probably just has to get rid of the bad food.
âCan you please get me a wet washcloth?â she asks faintly. Sitting to her butt she leans against the wall beside her with her eyes closed.
Harry nods and he is on his feet in a blink of an eye, grabbing a washcloth from the cabinet and wetting it in some cool water. He kneels in front of her and starts gently tapping it against her cheeks, forehead and neck, wiping off the thin layer of sweat.
âThis is not how I planned to spend our anniversary,â she groans with a frown, making him chuckle.
âWe agreed, the anniversary is postponed. Donât even think about it.â
âBut I wanted to look nice for you, even bought a new dress.â She pouts her lips at him, eyes opening narrowly, glistening from the tears that watered them while she was throwing up.
âYou always look nice, baby,â he softly tells her, letting her take the washcloth before she places it over her forehead.
âEven now? After you saw me throw up four times? We have very different versions for the word nice, H,â she jokes with a soft chuckle and Harry is thankful to see her smile, even if itâs still very faint and tired.
âEven now, baby,â he nods smirking and he is not lying. Though the situation is saddening, Harry still enjoys taking care of her, being the one she can rely on even on her worst days.
They sit on the bathroom floor as the medicine slowly works and she finally gets rid of the urge to throw up. Then Harry scoops her up and undressing the both of them, he helps her take a nice shower before dressing her in clean clothes, tossing their dirty ones into the laundry basket, noting to do them sometime in the morning.
When Flora is settled under the cover, head comfortably sinking into the pillow, she immediately feels her eyes closing, the strenuous afternoon has successfully sucked all her energy right out of her body. Harry brings her another big glass of water for the night and just to be sure, puts a trashcan next to her side, if things go south again. When he gets under the covers she is already half asleep, but she hums when his fingertips dance down the side of her face.
He allows himself to shamelessly admire her as she finally falls completely asleep, her lips parted as she slightly snores, but she looks so peaceful, the painful frown he saw on her face all afternoon is now gone from her beautiful face. He hasnât fully wrapped his mind around how an entire year has passed with such a wonderful creature by his side. As their anniversary was coming up, he caught himself thinking about what the future is holding for them more often. There were so many things they needed to experience together, so much to see and do as partners and Harry couldnât wait for it all to come.
As he lies in the bed next to her, a smile tugs on his pink lips at the thought of the possibility of spending the rest of his life with Flora. His future has never seemed brighter than in that moment.
âThis is harder than I thought,â Flora admits, focusing on the instrument on her lap, trying to figure out if she is holding down the accords the right way, but a moment later Harryâs hand covers hers on the neck of the guitar and he fixes her fingers on the strings until they are in the right position.
âLike this. Try it now,â he murmurs, his chin resting on her shoulders as she is standing between his legs, back leant against his chest. Flora has been begging him to teach him a few accords on the guitar and today finally brought the moment Harry would turn into her master.
The two of them are sitting on the bed, Harry only in his underwear while Flora is in one of his hoodies with only her panties covering the lower parts of her body. Harry came back from a week-long trip to New York and they havenât left the bed too much since he set his feet inside the house, only emerging from the bedroom to fulfill their other physical needs.
Floraâs fingers strum against the strings and the instrument comes to life, giving her a clear accord finally, bringing a triumphant smile to her lips.
âYou are a natural talent, baby,â he smirks, giving her hips a gentle squeeze before kissing into her neck.
âDonât tease me, Iâm trying!â she warns her playfully, playing the chord again, loving how she can create such a beautiful sound with the instrument.
âMm, youâre coming for my career?â
âOh, surely. I think I would make an excellent rockstar,â she nods confidently, making him laugh.
âYou are so not the rockstar type. More like the chill indie singer who dances barefoot on stage.â
âYeah, but I could spice it up a little and make it rockstar-y,â she explains and glances back at him over her shoulder. âDonât you think I would look hot in one of your stage costumes? Sparkly suit and all?â
âOh I know youâd look amazing,â he nods eagerly. He has spent quite some time imagining her girl in one of his suits and he quite liked the thought. Flora chuckles as he puts the guitar aside before she turns around and straddles him, her knees on each of his sides.
âYeah? I would need a better name, mine is not too fitting for a star,â she explains. âEasy for you, your name is basically the most perfect name for a rockstar.â
âYou think so?â he cocks an eyebrow at her, his palms coming to cup her bum as he tilts his head backwards since this position makes her the taller one for a change.
âHarry Styles? Oh please, itâs like Anne knew she would give birth to a legend,â she scoffs making him laugh.
âIâve been told itâs a nice one,â he shrugs smugly. âI think itâs the surname.â
âItâs pretty cool, yeah.â
âWhat if you had the same? Flora Styles? Sounds pretty badass,â he suggests and at first, she doesnât even realize the hidden meaning behind his words, tasting the name so obliviously.
âFlora Styles? You might be right, the surname sounds very cool,â she agrees and it amazes him how easily it went over her head.
âYou like it?â
âMhm,â she nods, her hand reaching for the guitar once again, but Harry stops her, taking it between his as he blindly finds her ring finger that is now ringless.
âDo you like it enough to actually take it?â he questions, hoping she would get the hint now where this is heading. She blinks at him a little puzzled but itâs until she realizes that his fingers are fidgeting with her ring finger, more specifically where a ring would sit on it, his fingertips gently caressing the skin around it.
âHarry?â she gasps with wide eyes as she just watches his grin grow wider. âThis is not⊠Are you--?â
âWhat?â he chuckles, feeling entertained how she lost all her smug confidence all of a sudden. âWhatâs it that youâre trying to say?â
âNo, what is it that you are trying to say?!â she snaps back, still in shock about what he just implied. âWas this your sneaky way of⊠proposing?â she asks, whispering the last word as if it was a curse word.
âWhy do you act like we have a forbidden love and marriage cannot be even mentioned?â he chuckles at her.
âBecause I was shocked! Not that bad now though, you havenât pulled out a ring so I guess it was just a cruel joke.â She narrows her eyes at him, kissing his smug grin shortly, but Harry is definitely not done with her just yet.
âI wouldnât be that sure about it, baby,â he warns her before gently pushing her off her lap to get off the bed. Floraâs eyes widen as she follows him walk to his suitcase thatâs still lying on the floor next to his dresser, waiting to be unpacked. He digs under his clothes before pulling out a small velvety box, making her gasp immediately. Harry gets back on bed as he holds out the box in front of her on his palm, not opening it just yet.
âDid you buy that in New York just this week?â she asks with her mouth hung open.
âI didnât. Iâve had it for about a month, I just took it with myself because I was afraid youâd find it,â he chuckles as he plays around with it between his fingers. âHave been planning on it for a while, but I couldnât come up with anything so then I just decided to wait for the right moment and go with the flow,â he explains.
âAnd this is the right moment?â she questions, her heart beating in her throat as her gaze is switching between Harryâs green eyes and the box in his hand.
âFelt like it, yeah,â he nods, the corners of his mouth curling up.
Silence settles between them as they both just wrap their heads around the weight of the moment. Harryâs heart flutters in his chest, a little afraid itâs too early. Theyâve been dating a little over two years now, marriages have been tied way earlier in a relationship before, but Harry feared Flora would feel it too rushed just yet, however the question is out there now. Or is it?
âWell, are you gonna ask it?â she questions and as Harryâs eyes flicker up to meet her gaze, he is met with that playful challenge in them that he adores so much.
âI just asked,â he mutters.
âNo, you asked if I would take your name. Thatâs not a proposal,â she reminds him and he realizes she is right. He never actually asked the big question.
So he finally pops the lid open revealing the vintage diamond ring he bought a month ago when he was just out and about. The moment his eyes laid on the jewelry, he knew itâs the one heâd like to see on your finger and bought it right away.
âFloortje Hoven, will you marry me?â he simply asks, his dimples digging deep into his cheeks as he smiles widely at his lover.
âI will,â she nods, her heart hammering in her chest as she watches him take the ring out of the box and carefully put it on her once empty ring finger. Still holding her hand, he brings it up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the ring before leaning in he connects his lips with hers.
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Biggest Regret
Pairing: Billy Russo x ReaderÂ
A/N: This one wasn't a request. I have Billy on the brain so much that I literally woke up and this popped into my head as I was laying there trying to fully wake up and I had to write it lmao It's just a little thing. A letter from Billy to you. I know a lot of you guys might want a part two for it, the resolution to the letter and there's a few ways it could go. So if anyone asks for a part two, let me know how you want it. Angsty? Fluffy? A mix? And I'll see what the general consensus is. I already have a slight idea about it but I wanna know what you guys want.Â
Also this is my AU dreamland where Billy didnât betray Frank looool
Warnings: cursing, angst, sadness and regret from Billy. Talks of pregnancy and babies and abandonment.
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Y/N,
I know it's been a while and I don't even know if you still live where you did back then or if you'll get this. I'd say some shit like I hope you're doing well, which I am, but⊠I know you won't want to hear it.Â
I'm overseas again right now with Anvil. Me and Frank are taking point on a serious mission we're doing. Anvil's doing pretty well right now and we just got a contract from the CIA which is how we ended up here. Being out here like this, it reminds me of being deployed. Part of me missed it, I guess.
It's given me a lot to think about. It's funny how life and death situations do that to you, puts it all in perspective. And I know⊠I know you probably hate me and I don't blame you but I just hope if you do get this letter that you at least read it all.Â
I never should have walked away last year. I used to think I was a brave man, I mean the shit I've faced in the marines and with Anvil⊠I never backed down and I always fought. But with this. With you and the baby, I tucked tail and ran and I'll never forgive myself for that.Â
Honestly, I was terrified. I didn't think I could be the man you and the baby needed. I don't know what it's like to have loving parents and I hate myself so much for walking away. I don't want to do to my own kid what my mom did to me. I don't want them to grow up thinking I don't care, that I don't want them. It was never about that. I was never angry you were pregnant, I was never resentful. I was just scared that I'd fuck it up beyond repair so I got out of there before I had the chance.Â
I should have been there for you, Y/N. I should have been there to hold your hair from your face when you got sick. To go out at 3am and get you pickles or whatever the fuck it is that pregnant women love to eat. I should have been there with you at the birthing classes and the scans and the appointments. I should have been there to hold your hand in the delivery room, to tell you what an amazing job it is you're doing. I should have been there to hold my kid when they came into the world. To be there for you and them.Â
I can't take that back. I can't rewind time and be there and I wish I could. I don't know anything about my own baby which hurts the shit outta me and it's my own fault. I don't know if they're a boy or girl, how old they are. I know they'll roughly be a few months old based on when I walked away but that's about it. Do they look more like me or you? Are they a happy or fussy baby? This is the shit that's been running through my head out here. Fuck⊠I don't know ifâŠ. I don't even know if you kept the baby and that shit hurts too deep to even consider. But I know you well enough. Or at least I think I do. And I don't think you would have done that. As much as it would kill me inside, if you did I wouldn't blame you. I'd left you all alone to deal with it and I know neither of us planned a kid.Â
Frankie was the one who told me to write this. He's been putting up with me nonstop the last month of us being out here crying  talking about you and the baby. He and Maria miss you, the kids too. Maybe that alone should have told me back then how important you were to me. I'd never introduced any of the girls I slept with to them, but it just felt natural to me back then. I'd wanted to. I couldn't even see just how much you meant to me.Â
It's like they always say, you don't know what you've got 'till it's gone. And I didn't know just how much I cared about you until that day I walked away and I fucking miss you, Y/N. Frank and Maria always ask if I'd heard anything about the baby or if I've reached out and it breaks my heart every time with how disappointed they are. I guess I never really thought they'd be excited for me to have a kid. But they're my family, of course they would be.Â
Frank roughed me up, you know that? I didn't tell him right away about the baby. He'd ask about you and I told him we decided it wasn't working like the coward I am. But then a few weeks after I told him the truth. He clocked me in the jaw, yanked me around as he yelled about how stupid and selfish I was. And I let him. He was right and I deserved it. I don't think I've ever seen Frankie so mad before and that's saying something.Â
I know I should have reached out sooner, but being out here on the front lines like this, it reminds me of how fleeting life can be. And I wish it didn't take something extreme like that to give me the balls to man up and write this to you but I think we've all established I'm not as brave as I once thought I was.Â
I have no right asking you for anything, I know that. But I miss you and I want to be a part of our baby's life. And you can ignore this letter or tell me to go fuck myself and I'll listen. If you tell me to stay away, I will. I owe you that much. But I'd⊠even if you could tell me about them a little, it would mean the world everything to me. And I know I don't deserve shit but I'm selfish and asking you anyway.Â
I've seen and done a lot of shit in my life and your face has haunted me every single night since the day I walked away. I saw how scared you were. You were just as terrified as me about the baby and I wasn't there for you. I didn't comfort you or reassure you that we'd get through it together. Instead I shut down and told you I couldn't do it, I wouldn't do it. And then you looked at me with such heartbreak that it makes my chest feel tight and I fucking hate it. Every time I close my eyes I remember those looks and I know I'm a piece of shit for ever putting them on your face.Â
It hurts more that you just accepted it. Like you expected it from me. I guess you knew me well enough to have an idea how it would go when you told me. And then you fucking respected my wishes and didn't contact me about anything. You didn't owe me that. You should have harassed me, called me a piece of shit, fought me, got child support. Fucking something. But of course you didn't. You've always been too kind and caring for that. Always looked after me even when I least deserve it.Â
And I guess I'm hoping that even through the hate and betrayal you feel for me, that maybe somewhere in there you still care even just a little. Enough to put me out of my misery. Enough to send even a letter with the bare minimum details about our kid. I'm hoping that I didn't change you because you were perfect as you were and the last thing I want is to have fucked you up because of my own insecurities.Â
There isn't a day that goes by where I don't think of you. Think of the baby. I wonder how you're both doing and if you're happy. I know you'd be a great mom and despite it all, I'm glad that if I had a kid with anyone that it was you. I'm coming back stateside in three weeks. It's gonna kill me not knowing if you've wrote back or not but I won't hold it against you if you don't.Â
I'm sorry. I'm sorry for all the pain I caused you. For making you go through all this alone. For walking away from you and the baby like I did. If I was there I'd be down on my knees begging for forgiveness for what I did. All I can hope is that you take some mercy on me, even just a little.Â
I miss you, Y,N. I miss you so much it hurts and I'm just sorry. Whatever you decide, I'll understand and respect it. I love you. And yeah I probably shouldn't say that, might feel like a smack in the face after everything I've done, but I do. And I know I never told you that when we were together. We were never really 'serious' or whatever, or at least that's what I told myself. But it was only ever you. When I was with you there were no others. And I couldn't see it at the time but I'd fell in love with you the moment we met in that damn grocery store. I don't know if you ever felt the same about me but I know even if you did I've ruined that. I don't expect anything from you. I fucked up and I know that. But it doesn't change that I want to be there now. I want to know about our baby, I want to be part of their life. I want them to grow up knowing I care about them because I do.
I hope to hear from you when I'm back but I won't hold my breath. I hope⊠I hope you're both doing okay and I'm just sorry for everything. I hope one day you'll be able to forgive me.
BillyÂ
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Fell! Sans X Reader - "Boss is gonna kill me-"
Here at the Hamilcult, we support fluff fanfics in cringy fandoms that likely implement OOC cannon characters. That was sarcasm but even so, just know that this might be sorta OOC and this is fluff :3
Also, prepare for a Wattpad level written story and a shitty plot. I just got done writing a 7000 worded fanfic and frankly, I need a b r e a k.
Forgive me for I have sinned writing this
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Y/N yawned, rubbing her tired eyes before laying back on her chair. She sunk deep into her warm coat, the fluffy fur on the hood making her feel more relaxed. The coat was oversized black and red with big pockets, perfect for a human in a place like Snowdin. After all, at the post near the conveniently shaped lamp, Y/N was waiting in the blistering cold. Well, the scenery looked peaceful but it definitely was snowing and the air was terribly cold. The fur on the coat rubbed against her face, making her cheeks turn red from the contrast heat of it and the cold air.
She whined and pulled the coat over her head when a few snowflakes touched her face. "Cold," she mumbled tiredly. Y/N flipped her body to the side and whined again. This time, the problem was how uncomfortable her position was. So she tossed over to the other direction and laid her head against the chair. "...the chair is uncomfortable," she tiredly whined.
"If it's that bad then just fucking leave," a rough, annoyed voice spoke. It was Sans, the slightly taller skeleton with a red sweater on and without his coat. "I want my coat back anyway. You're getting ya' human scent in it and I don't want that kinda trouble," he continued. Y/N huffed and sat up straight. She was around his size to sat the least, but a bit thinner and shorter.
"But I thought you wanted me out here," she retorted. "You clearly get lonely here after a while so I wanted to stay with you."
"Yeah, well stayin' with me hasn't brought more customers, has it?" He replied, turning his head towards the younger girl. His red eyes seethe into her soul basically, but Y/N just giggled at his serious expression. The hood covered half her face so her eyes were widen, which they usually were. It's strange because even without the hoodie, something is always covering her eyes whether it's her hair or not. And without a barber in Snowdin and hundreds of people who want to murder her for being human, Y/N hair is bound to grow out anyway.
"You're so funny sometimes Sans," she complimented with a sweet smile on her face. "You have such a cute look when you're mad...well actually, I don't think I've ever seen you not mad before. I wonder what a genuine smile would look like..." she mumbled sleepily. Sans felt his cheeks light up a bit so he turned away from her, rolling his eyes. He wasn't used to such words at all.
"Huh?â" Sans jumped as he felt the girl's arms wrap around his body softly. She had slipped her arms out of the coat for Sans to out his arms in.
"Put the coat back on. It's big enough for me to fit back here," she giggled quietly as she rested her head on Sans's shoulder. Sans felt his fa e turn red and his body tense; he growled and turn his head towards her.
"I gave the damn thing to you, so wear it properly !"
"But you're cold and you're coat can fit us both."
"I don't care!" Sans hissed back, making Y/N giggled. The two friends often had times like this; wholesome and adorable with Sans getting all flustered. Sans barely even saw her a friend as he promised he would never let anyone get too close to him so he doesn't turn soft. But Y/N's persistent and sweet personality really struck him hard. Of course, he wouldn't go as far as to crush on her, right? No, their just good friends...
Y/N' cheeks puffed out and she pouted her lip like an upset toddler. "Sans, please? Just this once?" She asked as she squeezed him into a tighter hug. Sans scoffed and shook his head.
"No! What am I, some pueny pawn? I will not sink that fucking low," Sans seethed. Y/N was silent for a few moments before simply letting go of her tight grip and going lip against Sans's back. She head remained on his shoulder and luckily his sweater cushioned the feel of his bones, making this a comfortable position.
"I like this much better," she said tiredly with a warm smile on her face. Sans was sitting on a rather large chair that he got in order to find better sleeping situations without sliding off it, but because he was sitting on the edge of the chair, Y/N could easily slide behind him. She sat on her knees that were either side of him and yet it was so comfortable for her. "You're more comfortable than a chair." Her voice got lower and softer each time he spoke but it didn't lose its sweetness once.
"Yeah, well I ain't no damn pillow Y/N. Get the hell off me... Hello?" He asked when he didn't get a response. He turned his head to face the girl and saw her completely emersed into the dream world. It's true that he couldn't see her eyes, but he still could tell. He sighed heavily and turned his head in front of him.
"Huhâ Ah!-" Y/N shrieked as she was pushed into the freezing snow.
"Ahahaha!" Sans laughed hard as he watched Y/N freak out. "I told you I wasn't no damn pillow!" He laughed as he put his hands on his knees. Y/N whined she stood straight up and glared at him. She walked over to him with a pout on her lip and lightly punched his arm.
"Hmph!" Sans chuckled at her adorable attempt at being angry and bopper her nose rough enough to push her away a bit.
"Was that supposed to make me feel bad, human? Well lemme tell ya', that just won't do," Sans spoke as his smile grew cockier.
"I wasn't even trying to hurt you, so don't start that," Y/N retorted. Sans rolled his eyes while he kept up his cocky smile. He shrugged and pu
"Yeah, sure. You fists are as strong as a fly's. You couldn't hurt me, even if you tried," he pushed. Y/N hmphed and shook her head. She pulled her arm back and punched him right in the shoulder as hard as her tired arm could. Sans just snickered and didn't even flinch.
"Wait, was that the best you got? I heard you humans are supposed to be strong." Sans shrugged his shoulders before pulling his hands out of his pockets and stretching. "Whatever, I guess it doesn't matter all that much. If you ever did decide to attack me, it's not like you'd live long enough to be able to lay a hit on me. And anyone else down here would have no problem given all they got to some little girl."
"I'm 20."
"Doesn't matter," Sans said as he put his hands back in his pockets. Y/N sighed and shook her head.
"You know I wouldn't hurt anyone down here as much as I know you wouldn't hurt me, Sans," her soft replied. To be honest, his name being spoken so sweetly had a good ring to Sans' ears.
"Yeah, well you can't blame me for being cautious. You humans put us down here, remember? You humans murdered so many monsters for no fucking reason then trapped the rest of us down here with your strong souls as aid. Then a few fallen human children came down here and either murdered a little, a large portion, or one of us. Still, you humans seem to be naturally turned to a genocide even though you have fucking everything you can possibly want on the surface. Us monsters have nothing, not even a real sun or moon, to make us happy, so our rage is justified." Sans finished his train of thought with a scowl; he turned his head towards the snow building up on the ground and glared at it. Y/N frowned, holding her arms to her chest.
"...Hey, Sans. It stopped snowing, so we don't have to worry about a blizzard keeping us from going to Grillby's," Y/N said as she looked out of the post, finally noticing the snow had stopped falling.
"Why would I worry about a blizzard? I got a shortcut that'll get us there in no time," he smirked and looked up at her. Y/N cocked her head questioning, humming. "Just follow me, aight," he spoke as he walked behind the post. Y/N caught up with him in no time while holding the sides of the coat close to together instead of zipping it. The sleeves just hung by her sides as she still wanted Sans to wear the coat with her cuddling up behind him, mostly because she could still use the hoode that way.
As they walked up to a tree, suddenly, Sans chuckled. The next moment, they were at the doorway of Grillby's and the absorbed by heat and warm light. Y/N looked around her frantically and confused, "how did you do that?"
"Ya humans got strong souls, us monsters have magic," he explained with a cocky smile. "Now let's go sit down at the bar instead of the booth this time. That drunk bunny annoys the shit outta me," he mumbled the last part as he walked over to the bar with Y/N following.
As she passed the dogs, one of them called out, "wait, is that a human? Isn't that the one we fought before?" It was Dogamy who spoke out, then causing her husband to talk back.
"I think so, yes, the one that turned into a puppy that liked to pet other dogs!"
Y/N giggled tiredly as she sat down at the bar besides Sans, listening on their conversation a few seconds longer before returning her focus to Sans alone. "I want a burger," she mumbled.
"Aight," Sans replied. He signaled for Grillby to walk over after he finished making a drink for another customer. The being of purple fire had what looked like a jagged white frown for a mouth, and he wore a skintight black vest with a white undershirt with rolled up sleeves and black jeans as his attire. He vest was also low cut, so an outline of his chest was visible. Although he had a serious tone, he definitely seemed like he could flirt successfully to any person he wanted.
"What," Grillby's echoy voice rung. The purple fire that made up his body flickered and cracked, making Y/N smile from the satisfying sound.
"Two burgers, put it on my tab," Sans replied, leaning on the counter with a mustard bottle in his hand. Grillby wrote down his order and walked towards the kitchen door with a "fire onlt" sign on it. He walked inside the kitchen and came out with a drink; it was F/D, something Y/N typically ordered when she came to the bar. He set the drink down in front of her.
"On the house," Grillby spoke. Y/N smiled softly at him, thanking him. "Tch," he responded before tending to other costumers. Grillby didn't really like Y/N, but he appreciated the little work and silence she brought him. She only spoke when spoken to, and she didn't order things that were hella hard to make and then complain about it. Sans growled, rolling his eyes.
"Fucking simp," he hissed. Y/N tilted her head, humming.
"Hmm? Why?" Y/N asked before taking a sip if her drink.
"He's losin' money by given out free drinks. And of anyone, to you."
"Well," Y/N smirked sweetly. "I come here a lot and that attracts monsters who want to see the human. So by being tourist attraction, he makes more money," she explained. Sans scoffed, his cheeks reddening.
"Whatever." Aww, our bebe skeleboi is jealous of the big, tall, muscular fire dude! Y/N giggled, patting him on the shoulder.
"I really appreciate you bringing me here with you. When you decide to pay your tab, remind me to contribute enough money to help." Sans shrugged, smirking.
"People like you are too nice down here, really."
"It feels nice to help someone."
"It's not so nice when people try to kill you over it," Sans retorted. Y/N frowned, nodding.
"I guess I didn't grow up down here so there isn't much for me to say, but I can't help but think everyone down here is kind but hurt. I mean, there's a lot about you I noticed that aren't so...pleasant, but you managed to treat me like a person with emotions and opinions. I doubt that of hundreds, you're the only one down here like that," she explained. Sans sighed again, rubbing his eyes.
"Like I said, people like you are too nice down here." Sans finished the conversation this way and then came a long moment of silence. In that time, Grillby came over with two plates with burgers on them. He set them in front of the two.
"Here."
"Thank you, Grillby," Y/N thanked with a warm smile on her face. Grillby silently nodded at her before walking away. She grabbed the ketchup and poured some on her burger, whereas Sans barely acknowledged what was happening around him. He was getting caught up in his thoughts right now, a bit overwhelmed with them actually. Finally, he stood up and walked away from the bar, heading out the front door. Y/N hummed and took a bite of her burger, watching Sans leave.
She set her food down and ran after him, leaving the restaurant right when he did. "Is everything alright?" She asked worriedly, making Sans scowl.
"God, y'know, you gotta stop assuming something's wrong. I'm fine. And either way, I wouldn't tell you some edgy shit no one cares about," Sans replied. Y/N was silent at first, then she took off the coat she still had on. Her hair brushed over her eyes as she did that, making them impossible to see. She put the hood on top of Sans' head before wrapping her arms together coldly. "Why do you're eyes always do that?"
"Do what?" She asked.
"If they ain't covered by a hood, it's covered by your hair. If not your hair, someone's or something's blocking your face. If it's not that, then you're head it turned away from view. It's weird," Sans explained. Y/N hummed, not noticing that until now.
"Well... Do you want to see my eyes?" She asked as she brought her hands up. She was wearing one of Sans's red shirts, which sorta made this moment more cliche but who cares. Sans slowly nodded, curious. Then Y/N pushed her hair out of her face, revealing her normal looking E/C eyes. Well, aside from the kindness and care that laid within them. And it was that feature that hit Sans first.
"Woah," he mumbled, tuning his full body towards her. "That's beautiful!" Y/N giggled, making Sans' face redden. He opened his mouth to form a quick insult to her in order to make him seem like he didn't mean it, but Y/N spoke first.
"Thank you. Your eyes are very pretty as well. It has a nice color to it, too," she replied softly. Sans huffed silently, looking to the side.
"I, uh...thanks," he mumbled as he put his hand in his pockets. He sighed and put coat on right, burying his face in the hood fur. It was obvious that he was pretty flustered right now and reddened, as he did truly feel his chest warm when he was around Y/N. It was strange for him to feel this way so he typically pushed his feelings away and told himself that he was just her guardian per say. But he knew deep down in his heart it wasn't true.
"Look, I got something to say to you," Sans pushed more harshly then intended. "And I don't wanna hear any of this being told or heard by other monsters, got it? This is us and us alone, ya understand? This shit is hard to say, so..." he drifted off. The snow was started to pick up again, making the scene look more aesthetic.
Y/N nodded, listening to him closely when began talking. "This shit isn't said very often down here; no, it's not said at all actually. But you're human, and you have a different heart so..." he trailed off again, scratching the back of his head. He looked Y/N in the eyes and gave her a flustered glare like if he was embarrassed, which she took no offense to. "I don't just give anyone the right to take my coat, waste my time, bother me, stop me from sleeping, and more. It's just you and Boss, and even he has less power than you."
He continued after a deep breath. "And its not because you're human or I pity you. In fact, I couldn't care less if you're soul is strong, since I could still break it; I couldn't care less if you fell down here, since we're trapped down here too. I let you do because... it's like a bandaid, just gotta say it... I care about you. Not even like a sister or close friend, no, I mean if you were about to be shot, I would jump in front of bullet so you could liev put your life happily. I love you."
Y/N was silent, sorta just staring. Her whole body was shook, frozen, and in shock. She didn't even know what she just heard or if she was dreaming. She even forgot that she was freezing due to being too caught up in her feelings. Sans stood there silently for about 10 seconds as well, before he face-palmed and grew red jn embarrassment. That's when a tear escaped the corner of Y/N's eye and a large smile grew on her features.
"Sans," she replied sweetly as she walked over to him. She fell forwards on him and wrapped her arms around the inside of the coat, around his sweater. The embraced him tightly and said, "I love you too!" Sans felt his heart move a little and a new feeling wash over him. Without being able to control it, he felt a genuine smile grow on his face as he hugged her back tightly.
"I'm so...glad," he breathed out heavily, his nerves relaxing. The two stayed in that position for a while before eventually breaking off. Y/N pecked him on the cheek before grabbing his hand.
"We should go back inside, hehe. The food'll get cold," she said as she motioned to the door. Sans nodded nervously, chuckling.
"Yeah, and Grillby will be pissed if we wasted food. I don't wanna deal with that again." The two fo them walked inside the restaurant/bar, they started their way back to the bar. Yet when they got in, the bar was silent. I mean, the restaurant was pitch silent; not only that, but many eyes were on them as they walked in. Y/N completely ignored their exists' and sat down on the barstool, picked up her burger and ate it. Luckily was still warm. Sans on the other hand was hella nervous. No, he was fucking terrified.
Grillby walked over to the two and leaned forward, so than when he whispered, only they could hear. "The bunny chick saw you two hug and kiss. Just play it cool, and they'll forget all about it in a few days." Well shit, Sans thought. Boss is gonna kill me when he finds out.
Y/N just ate her burger in peace, not really caring if other people knew about them. After all, it's their choice to laugh about like a boy kindergartener complaining about holding hands with a girl because it means their "dating," or to hear about it and mind their own business.
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say the word and you know iâll follow
pairing: Todoroki Shouto / Reader
status: complete
length: 3,262Â words
summary: While moving in with Shouto, you get caught up reliving the scene of his confession. Quite literally.
(A smutty oneshot sequel to my fic if i could keep cool.)
tags: romance, reader-insert, fluff, smut
warnings: aged up characters, eventual smut, cunnilingus, light bondage
notes: Also cross-posted on my AO3! The manga really has me all in my Todo feels rn but I don't wanna write a whole other fic before I finish the Hawks one, so please have this fluffy smutty one shot as a compromise. It likely wonât make sense unless youâve read if i could keep cool first, so please check it out if you have the time!
It was sweltering when you stepped outside to make your way to Shoutoâs apartment.
A thin film of sweat immediately began to build wherever your skin pressed against the box you carried, and the sun beat down furiously on the crown of your head. You instantly started to second guess your choice to take the train, wondering how dumb of a move it had been to decline an alternative means of transit. It was going to be like being packed into a sardine can and roasted over a hot stove.
Shouto had offered to send an agency car, but there were only so many more times you were going to make the trip from your crumbling student apartment to his place, and you had wanted to make the most of it. You didnât even really need to bring boxes over just yet--as Shouto had hired a moving company to take care of everything next week--but you didnât want to lose anything that was inside this one. This one held all your most treasured items--keepsakes from your friends, a pressed white tulip, and all the gifts Shouto had ever given you (minus, of course, the vegetables).
Steeling yourself for an uncomfortable twenty minutes, you set off towards the station, weaving through the tired crowds of people who looked just as sun-weary as you. Thankfully, with a hat over your face and a box you could shift to obscure your features, very few people seemed to recognize you as you did so.
A lot of the media attention surrounding your mishap a year ago had died down, and you had been good about keeping your relationship mostly private, so you werenât exactly a household name to most people. But there were enough twitter-savvy teens and meme-literate college students that you were sometimes recognized as you went about your daily life.
This time, you were only eyed curiously by one pair of teenage girls as they bundled into the train car across from you, but they didnât say anything to you, didnât ask you to reenact the most embarrassing five seconds of your entire life into their phones, as many often did. The box hid you from the rest of the train car, and no one else seemed to take interest in your presence.
After exiting the train at downtown, you made it to Shoutoâs building in record time, all but rocket-fueled by your desire to get out of the hot sun. The security team in the lobby of his building gave you friendly nods as you passed, one of them graciously pressing the button for the elevator so you didnât have to fumble around your box.
You thanked her, making your way into the elevator and elbowing the button for Shoutoâs floor. The elevator was even cooler than the lobby, and you shivered in delight as the frigid chill of air conditioning washed over you. God, this building was so fucking nice compared to yours. You were going to be spoiled as fuck once you lived here.
You made it to Shoutoâs floor without incident, though digging in your bag for your keys was impossible at the moment, so you knocked on his door as firmly as you could manage with the box still balanced in your arms.
There were a few seconds of silence. Then, the door swung open and Shouto stood there, grinning at you.
His hair still looked a little damp from a recent shower, and he was wearing a dark button up over a soft tee shirt and a pair of dark jeans. He looked unbearably good, as boyishly handsome as ever, and your heart gave an embarrassing little stutter, like it always did whenever you saw him. You suspected it was always going to be like that, no matter how long the two of you had been dating.
Shoutoâs eyebrows went up as he considered the box in your arms. That heterochromatic gaze picked over you curiously, expression going carefully blank, like it typically did when he was up to some mischief. And then, after a long moment, he spoke.
âYouâre not wearing the scarf,â he said, sounding upset.
You stared up at him, feeling your brow wrinkle. The scarf? It was fucking summer, and the scarf was neatly tucked away in the box you were holding. It was literally boiling hot just outside the well-air conditioned hallways of his building. Why on earth did he think you would be wearing--
You inhaled a little sharply when the answer hit you.
The scarf.
The scarf was the first thing he had mentioned the day he had finally confessed to you. Well, after you had confessed first, really, on national television earlier that week, that you were thirsty as hell for him and were also really bad at picking up subtle clues. Or overt clues. Or any clues, honestly.
But now you were standing in his hallway with a box again, and he was clearly remembering what had happened the last time you had done so.
You wracked your brain for what you had said to him in reply that day, trying to hone in on the words past the sudden swell of embarrassment.
âUh, itâs in here,â you finally replied, gesturing to the box.
That grey and blue gaze dropped to the parcel in your arms, then flickered up to your face. You pushed the box at him, the way you had the day heâd confessed, feeling just as squirmish as you had then.
What else had you said to him? Something very watery and over dramatic, likely. Something like...
âItâs all, um, there--if you wanted to check,â you said. âExcept for the vegetables obviously. But I can pay you back, if you give me a couple months.â
Shouto was clearly suppressing a smirk as he feigned curiosity. âPay meâŠ.what?â
You suppressed your own absurd laugh, wondering how far down mortifying memory lane he wanted to go.
âI also wrote down a recommendation for a new cleaning lady, if you want,â you said, patting the top of the box. âItâs in there. Her nameâs Mika, sheâs super nice. And I can message you or your manager when I have the money. Just let me know which one youâd prefer. Or I can have Mika drop it off.â
Shouto gripped the box, then, long, elegant fingers pulling back the flaps for him to peer inside. He looked absolutely delighted to find the scarf actually within. In one fluid movement, he pulled the scarf out, depositing the box behind him, and turned back to grab your sleeve, pulling you quickly into the apartment with him.
âOkay, what are you doing with the scarf this time?â you laughed, breaking character.
One white eyebrow went up as Shouto gripped your wrist firmly, eyeing you closely as he pulled off your baseball cap.
âMm,â he hummed absently in his deep tone. âSomething I should have done the first time.â He caught your other wrist, pressing it into the sinfully soft fabric of your favorite accessory.
You looked at him, bewildered, feeling your mouth twist into a slight frown. You rather liked the way things had gone the first time around, considering that you had ended up with a boyfriend at the end of it all. What was his bone to pick with the first time around?
âUh, if Iâm recalling correctly, the first time went great,â you said to him. âLike, really really great. Christening your countertops several different times great.â
There was a flash of white teeth as Shouto grinned.
âAh, but I missed an opportunity,â he said. A soft sensation slid over your other wrist, and you looked down in confusion.
Then it hit you what he was up to, and your face instantly went up in flames.
A firm tug had your wrists knotted together, and Shouto smirked down at you, tugging you closer by the silky fabric of your scarf. Your stomach swooped at the intent look in his eye.
âI had been upset you werenât wearing the scarf,â he said. âBut there was an easy way to fix that.â
You swallowed heavily, your tongue feeling strangely thick. Your brain was suddenly, but predictably, very very empty.
âY-yeah. But technically you, um. You did fix it,â you babbled helplessly, limbs growing shivery with static as Shouto pressed closer. He was so warm, and he was so stupidly handsome.
âIâve, uh, worn it a lot since,â you managed.
Shouto considered you quietly, a familiar, wry little smile pressing at the corner of his mouth.
Before youâd started dating, youâd been confused as hell by that expression, suspecting it meant he was bewildered by your very existence but was too polite to say so. After just over a year together, however, you had learned that was just what his face did when he thought you were being unreasonably appealing. Which, mystifyingly, was mostly when the working part of your brain disconnected from your mouth.
You scrounged around for other coherent words, thoughts thick and sluggish, like you were thinking through pudding.
Shouto, however, was merciful, putting an end to your suffering by leaning down and taking your mouth with his.
All the coherent thought youâd managed to dredge up melted away like frost under the morning sun. You pressed yourself closer to him, leaning up to give him better access to your mouth. Shouto kissed you as stupid as he always did before a hot hand came up to cup your face, thumb sliding over your cheek affectionately.
âIt seems Iâve got you in the scarf as I had wanted,â Shouto said quietly, once he let you up for air. âBut now I find that the scarf is all I want you in.â
You opened your mouth to respond, though what you might have said was as much a mystery to you as anyone. But all that managed to come out was a choked, breathy little noise.
Shouto laughed.
Then there were large hands on your waist, and the next thing you knew, you were staring down at the wood paneling of Shoutoâs floor as it moved underneath you. Shouto adjusted you over his shoulder briefly, and then he was charting a brisk course to his bedroom, depositing you like an errant pillow back onto his sheets.
Your cheeks burned as he crawled over you, gaze hot and searching.
âAre you alright, love?â he asked.
You nodded vehemently, eyes pulled to the little flat sliver of his abs where his shirt had ridden up.
âGood, yeah, Iâm so good,â you managed to garble out. You were going to be so embarrassed about this later, but as usual when it came to him, you really couldnât help it. If youâd learned anything in the year youâd been together, it was that you would always have the worldâs fattest crush on Shouto Todoroki.
Strong fingers came up to grasp your chin, tipping your face up for another searing kiss. You managed to loop your bound arms over the back of Shoutoâs neck, tangling your fingers in his soft hair and pulling him down to you more firmly.
Shouto flattened himself against you, so that you could feel every strong plane of his body, every hard muscle. You shuddered, and you could feel Shouto smirk against your mouth.
âLike that, do you?â he asked, hands pulling at your shirt. You wiggled so that he could pull it out from under you, sliding it up to rest just below the scarf. In the next second heâd also gotten you out of your pants, so that you were mostly bare to him in the cool apartment air.
Shouto looked you over for a moment, looking like he still couldnât believe you existed. âHaving you over the countertops was something that I wouldnât change. Something that I wonât change, once you move in.â
Your face went hot and you squirmed underneath him.
âHowever,â he said softly, âI believe I would have liked to have been more deliberate with you. Taken my time with you,â he paused. âPerhaps...I might have made you come once for every photo of me on your twitter.â
The tips of your ears went hot. Jesus Christ, he couldnât be serious.
You had deleted that twitter over a year ago, and though heâd apparently been allowed access to the contents by his manager (rude) there was absolutely no way he could remember how many pictures of him youâd retweeted. Youâd been the one doing the retweeting, and even you didnât remember, though you thought the number was probably embarrassingly high.
âThere was like, one,â you squeaked out.
Shoutoâs smile went dark and he leaned over you, his perfect, infuriating mouth so close he might have kissed you again.
âThirteen,â he said, mouth brushing yours as he spoke. âThere were thirteen photos of me on your twitter. All while you tried so hard to act like you didnât want me, that you wanted to be just friends.â
âHey, you said you wanted to be my friend,â you protested. You jerked when his hand slid up your side to cup a breast, thumb slipping under the band of your bra.
âYou werenât accepting my gifts,â he said, fingers grazing your nipple. You bit down on an embarrassing noise, letting out a sharp breath. âHow else was I to make you take them?â
You opened your mouth to respond but Shouto made another pass over your nipple, and a moan escaped you instead.
âThatâs right, love,â he said encouragingly. âNow Iâm going to make you give me something in return. Thirteen somethings, in fact.â
He peeled down the cup of your bra, fastening his hot mouth over your breast. You whined, twitching when he flattened his tongue, dragging it slowly over the point of your nipple. A strong arm came up to press your hands down over your head.
âShouto, thirteen is insane,â you panted.
He paid you no mind, instead swirling his tongue in a way that made your vision blur.
A tugging at your wrists made you look up, in time to see Shouto one-handedly looping the long end of the scarf through the slats on his headboard and pulling tight. Your whole body clenched up at the implication.
The slide of fabric over your breasts told you that Shouto had also managed to get your bra up, and hot mouth closed over your other nipple, long fingers carefully plucking at the other. âWe have all weekend, love. Thirteen is ambitious but quite possible.â
You made a weak noise of acknowledgement, hips shifting forward against his stomach.
Shouto laughed, hot breath ghosting over your breast, and then he was crawling down your torso, hands grasping your underwear. He pulled it down slowly, torturously, until he managed to get it off you, then pulled your knee over his shoulder.
You whimpered, feeling like you might actually pass out from how hot he looked, one thigh thrown carelessly over his shoulder, gaze intent, staring down at you like a starving man looking at a hot meal.
You squirmed, trying to pull your arms down to get your hands on him, but the scarf held fast, pulling more firmly over your wrists.
âShouto, please,â you said, though whether you were begging for him to touch you or to let you go, even you didnât know.
Shouto seemed to take it as permission. Those two-toned eyes passed over you hotly, and then he was leaning down, biting down gently on the inside of your thigh. You jerked violently, but he held you in place, mouth trailing slowly, slowly down to where you wanted him.
You thought you might actually black out before he got where he was going.
âI canât believe I ever told you you were unwelcome in my apartment,â he murmured, sucking a slow bruise into the skin at the crease of your thigh. âOnce you move in, Iâm never going to let you leave it.â
âOh my god,â you said.
Shoutoâs tongue flicked out, catching the edge of your sex, and you tried not to choke on air.
Then, finally, he moved, fastening his mouth over you, exactly where you wanted him. All reason completely left you.
After that, everything was an unbearable flurry of feeling--a soft tongue swirling over you, the tickle of his bangs on your stomach, the press of broad shoulders between your knees. There was the rasp of his sheets between your shoulder blades, the slow, deliberate press of two fingers inside of you, a firm grip on your thigh, fingers digging in tightly.
You could feel every point of connection with him, every minute movement of his mouth over you, and the sensation built up into something so horribly, terribly good. You were unable to do anything but writhe and pant underneath him, babbling something that sounded like it might be an approximation of his name.
Shouto hummed and sucked softly, those long fingers curling inside you. He finally hit a spot that made you see stars, and you practically lifted off the bed, back bowing. Shouto licked you through it, tongue curling expertly around your clit while you sobbed out his name, only slowing when your body went slack, collapsing back into his sheets.
When you could see straight once more, you realized he was staring up at you, that wry smile curling the corner of his mouth again.
You fought down a blush, feeling an embarrassed grin pull at the corner of your own mouth.
âYouâre unreal,â you said. âI canât believe Iâm going to get to have you all the time.â
Shouto pressed a short kiss to the skin of your hip. âYou already have me all the time.â
You flapped a hand in its bindings. âYou know what I mean. I canât believe weâre going to live together.â
His fingers slid gently over the back of your thigh. âIâd have had you in here sooner, if you hadnât insisted on graduating first.â
You laughed. He was always so very straightforward about whatever he wanted.
He had been making very unsubtle noises about living together only a few months into your relationship, but youâd insisted that you wait at least a year. Heâd grown up with more conservative mores, having been raised a rich boy, and taking things quickly once he knew he was serious about you seemed to be the style of things. But you, despite your frankly unreasonable thirst for your own boyfriend, knew the value of taking things just a little bit slower.
So youâd waited a year, just to be prudent, though youâd known all along how things would end up.
And now he finally had his way.
âIâm all yours now,â you promised, laughing. âSoon youâll be sick of me hogging the bed, and leaving books everywhere, and getting so blackout at the farmerâs market that we donât have room for all the vegetables.â
âAh, youâre using me for vegetable access,â he accused, though the effect was somewhat ruined by the smile he was attempting to smother into your thigh.
âA girlâs gotta have her priorities,â you grinned.
Something lit up in Shoutoâs gaze again, and he shifted up against your thigh to lean over you more fully. His fingers gripped the back of your knee tightly.
âI'll make you pay for that,â he promised darkly. âTwelve more times.â
You shivered as he took your mouth again, fingers sliding back between your thighs with obvious intent.
And then you really did. You paid for it.
Twelve more times.
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