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Fairway to Heaven - Finale

Is it a Christmas miracle???

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“Birdie?”

Briar is sure her heart is about to drop out of her ass. She begins to wiggle her toes to double check the scene unfolding in front of her is actually happening. Clutching her bag, journal, phone and coffee to her chest, she raises her eyes to meet Harry’s as she swallows thickly.

Her fight or flight is kicking in, but before she can flee, Harry is grabbing her wrist with his empty hand. This motion transports her mind to their first run-in at Wynnewood.

“Hi- I, what are you doing here?”

Harry’s brows furrow, bringing his index and middle finger to roll over his lips, slightly rolling his bottom one.

“I could ask the same,” he starts, taking a deep breath before diverting his gaze to the boy sitting to his left. “I-well, this is Oliver.”

The small boy’s ears perk up as he hears his father say his name. He nibbles on his bottom lip, triggering a dimple in his left cheek identical to Harry’s.

“Mate, this is Papa’s friend Briar,” Harry stumbles, the words feeling foreign in his mouth. Girlfriend, lover, light of his fucking life. Just a few of the terms he’d rather use to describe her.

The air is knocked out of her lungs as Harry struggles to introduce them. Of course she’d recognize this child anywhere.

“Papa showed me a picture of your doggy,” Oliver’s eyes light up as he meets her gaze. Briar’s mouth opens slightly before she replies, shocked Harry mentioned her to him at all.

“He’s a silly boy, right? His name is Gus,” Briar smiles down at him.

Oliver smiles and nods, taking another bite of his croissant.

“Sorry he jacked your table. D-do you mind if we join?” Harry’s expression is a mix of terror and hope as he begins to pull out a chair for her.

“Oh, um, I was just leaving actually,” she trails off.

Harry’s eyes briefly dart to the nearly full drink and pastry on a ceramic plate, indicating she wasn’t taking anything to go. He tilts his head at her knowing she’s full of shit.

Harry continues to pull her chair out, silently signaling that she won’t be getting out of this one. So, now she is sat directly between Harry and the boy. She places her palms on her thighs, trying to wipe the sweat that’s formed since this run-in began.

“Are you out here visiting your mom?”

Briar’s eyes dart back-and-forth. Oliver is still sitting next to her and looking at his sticker book, oblivious to the awkward tension between them.

“Yes, we all flew out here last Sunday. We missed our original flight because Cormac forgot his I.D. But it’s been smooth since then,” Briar hears herself start to ramble. “My brothers and Patrick have been golfing every single day, so I’ve been on my own."

Harry tilts his head, “Wow, so did we. I planned a two week trip out here, just the two of us. I wanted to show Oliver where Camille and I spent a lot of time before he was born. We jammed a lot of stuff into the first few days, but I think we’re quickly running out of steam,” Harry chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck.

His stomach is churning, unable to eat the pastry he got for himself. His eyes wander over to Oliver, who now has strawberry jam on his cheeks. Harry plucks a napkin from his stack and hands it to him, to which he murmurs a quiet merci.

Briar smiles at his little French accent, feeling a little tug at her heart.

Harry lets out a little sigh, unsure how to keep the conversation flowing. He leans a little closer to her, his eyes reflecting those of a wounded animal. His chance is right in front of him, so he’ll be damned if he doesn’t try.

His voice low, he starts, “Bri, what are the chances we can find time to talk while we’re both here?”

She knew it was coming, but the skin on her chest prickles with heat. Her thumb picks at the cuticle of her right ring finger.

“W-who will watch Oliver?” is the only thing she can muster up the courage to reply.

He leans even closer, his elbows resting on his knees as he grabs her hand gently. He smiles when she doesn’t jerk away and meets her eyes. He rubs his thumb gently over her knuckles.

“We have a nice little secluded beach at the place we’re staying. Come by after he goes to sleep?”

Before she chickens out, she nods. Harry unclenches and inhales deeply, heart pounding.

“Thank you. I think for me to be able to move on, I just need to lay everything out.”

Briar’s heart lurches at his phrasing. She tries to remain stone faced, but it’s taking everything in her to not jump into his lap and grovel.

“O-okay. Um, just, text me the address, please,” she fumbles. “I should head back home now anyway.”

She turns to face Oliver and places a light touch on his shoulder, “Bye, Oliver, it was nice to meet you.”

“Au revoir, miss Briar,” he flashes her a Cheshire cat grin she's seen a few times before.

Turning back to Harry, she gathers her things and says goodbye quietly before walking off the patio. Harry stands up as if he were going to chase after her. He bites his lip, holding back a smile before sitting back down at the table with his son. He got her to talk to him.

He got her to talk to him.

Once Beachwood Cafe is out of Briar’s direct sight, she sits down on a curb to regulate her heart beat. What are the fucking chances?

She replays everything in her head from the moment they bumped into one another to her high-tailing it off the patio. Did she sound like an idiot? Or give off a vibe that she’s not interested?

He’s even more gorgeous than she remembered him to be. His skin was lightly sun kissed and his normally sunken and dark bags under his eyes look light and glowy. When Briar’s eyes weren’t cast down at her lap, she focused on his pillowy bottom lip that slightly bounced as he drew out his words. His words — the slow drawl and meticulous enunciation of each word. Her name rolling off his tongue sounded like the bells at heaven’s gates.

In this moment, her heart feels sunken below her gut. She’s sat criss-cross on the curb just around the corner from the cafe as Montecito moms whip past her with their $1,000 strollers and $24 smoothies. Willing herself to keep moving, she haphazardly rises from the curb, grabbing her drink and her belongings to make her way back to the house.

The walk isn’t long, but it is uphill. The sun is already glaring in her face, making her irritable beyond repair. They only have 2 more days before they go back to the east coast, so she knows she has to shove her true feelings for her mother down deep.

She enters the house through the side door that overlooks the small beach area below. The house is open and airy, so her mother knew she was there immediately.

“Hi, baby! How was your breakfast? Was that the last cafe on the list?”

Briar inhales deeply to deflect her mom’s ambush of a million questions.

“It was good, and yeah, the last one,” she trails off. “I, uh, actually ran into Harry.”

Catherine looks up from the sink where she’s rinsing off dishes from breakfast. She gently wipes her hand off with a towel before shooting Briar a gentle look of confusion.

“Oh? Why…why is he here? Did he follow you out here or something?” Her pitch increased at the end, now realizing her daughter may be in trouble.

“No! No, nothing like that. He and his ex lived here for years, actually. When you were moving here he told me about it. He brought Oliver on a trip. Just the weirdest coincidence,” Briar rambles out as she sits at a stool at the kitchen counter.

“How did he seem? Heartbroken?”

Briar chuckles, “quite the opposite, actually. If anything, I’m the one that’s a mess. I just ruined everything. He asked to see me tonight, and it sounds like he’s ready to get closure and move on. I figure it’s the least I can do.”

Her mother leans her elbows on the counter, looking her dead in the eyes. “Briar Elizabeth,” she starts, as a snarl breaks out across her face. “You say what you feel. Don’t ever just go along with what a man says, because it’s only you that will get hurt in the end. If you think you ruined things, then you have the power to fix it.”

Briar is stunned. She’s never heard her mother speak this way. On the other hand, she’s never had to go to her for relationship advice.

“I - thanks, Mom. It means a lot to me that you care.”

Catherine’s face tweaked at Briar’s response, a few tears prickling in her eyes. “I know I was a shitty Mom. I kick myself every day for it. Watching the young girls around here idolize their moms - it kills me. But, I had to get right for myself to be good to you,” she chokes out. “And I want to be good to you.”

Briar nods, her heart beating out of her chest. She slowly rises to her feet to meet her mom on the other side of the kitchen island. She crashes her face into her mom’s neck like she’s wanted to do so many times throughout her childhood.

“Thank you, Mom,” Briar sobs.

Catherine rubs her back gently as tears fall on her own cheeks. Their moment is broken up as Briar’s brothers stumble through the door after a morning at the driving range.

Welles is the only brother that notices their embrace, and he gently smiles at Briar before wiping a tear from her cheek. Catherine extends her arms to welcome him into their hug.

Briar’s heart feels a fraction of the way healed. The last step is to win back the man who she’s irrevocably and hopelessly in love with.

“What was your favorite part of the aquarium today, mate?” Harry makes eye contact with his mini-me in the rear view mirror as they head back to their bungalow. Harry’s stomach twists in anticipation of seeing Briar tonight. If she shows up.

“The otters!” Oliver squeals, sending him into a frenzy of blabber that Harry can’t even begin to decipher. “I like that they hold their babies on their bellies while they sleep!”

“I liked them, too. What were their names? Do you remember?”

“Ummmm, the mama was Georgia and the baby was Beans.”

Harry smiles to himself before getting down to business. “Shower and jammies right when we get in, okay? Then you can read to me before bed.”

Oliver nods before laying his head on his new stuffed narwhal. Harry pulls into the bungalow’s shallow driveway before cutting the engine of the classic car. Oliver unbuckles and nearly jumps over the door of the convertible when Harry opens his door. He smiles to himself, eternally grateful he planned this trip. He finally feels like his pieces are falling into place, especially after feeling shattered for so long.

Oliver skips back to his room to start the shower. Harry stretches his achy back and sits gently on the sofa. He pulls his phone out to send one more “.” text to Briar. The message is blue, so he braves another text.

🦊: Hi. If you’re still willing to meet, the address is 721 Plaza Pacifica in Montecito. I can also pick you up. Just let me know what you prefer.

Harry lightly smacks his head against the cushion behind him. There’s no possible way to make this message less awkward. He thinks he’s been more flirty and forward in an email to Niall.

It’s no less than 30 seconds before he receives a response. His heart soars at the 🐥emoji on his screen.

🐥: Thank you. I can come over around 8? Does that give you enough time to put Oliver to sleep?

🦊: That’s perfect. See you soon.

He locks his phone and tosses it aside. His heart squeezes at her thoughtfulness and consideration for his son. It kills him that she ever thought she’d be a burden in their lives.

He hears the water turn off in the bathroom, signaling the little guy is out of the shower. He’s thankful Oliver isn’t a trouble maker and can be trusted to do things independently. He still heads back into his room to help with pajamas, teeth brushing and a book.

Oliver is 7 now, so he reads his books to Harry. It’s amazing how quickly he’s mimicked Harry’s accent and barely sounds French. He’s curious how this will change as he gets older.

They wrap up when Oliver starts to yawn. Harry kisses his hair and makes sure he’s snug in his blankets. Some anxiety washes over Harry knowing he’s about to head out to the beach while Oliver is sleeping, but he tries to push it to the back of his mind.

It’s 7:45 when bed time is all said and done, so Harry freshens up with a comb to his hair and dab of cologne on his neck. He has no intentions of doing anything but grovel for Briar’s love back, but he won’t turn her down if there’s a moment.

Harry sits idly on the sofa as he waits for her. His leg bounces annoyingly and the skin around his nails have been bitten raw. Headlights flash in the windows, indicating she’s here. Harry exhales before approaching the front door. Indecisive whether or not to open it prior to her knocking, he stands flush with the wall away from the window like a creeper.

Briar is standing in front of the bungalow with a nervous look on her face. She debated turning around and heading home, but her mother’s words ring in the back of her mind. Exhaling, she approaches the cream door and gently knocks on the small glass window portion.

Harry’s heart lurches in his chest at the sound of her taps on the door. He sucks in a breath and counts to five before gently opening the door. It’s a brief second before Briar gains the courage to meet his eyes. The corner of Harry’s mouth curls up ever so slightly into a presumably creepy smile as he wills himself not to drop to his knees and beg for her back. If he needs to, he's prepared to follow her wishes and let her go without a fuss, no matter how much it breaks his heart.

“Hi. Thanks for coming. Come on in,” Harry steps aside to welcome her in, taking notice of her outfit. White linen pants hug her legs nicely, while a chunky knitted cardigan covers the rest of her. Her hair is longer; nearly touching her backside.

Briar shuffles into the bungalow before gently setting her bag on the arm of the sofa. She stands awkwardly as she picks at her nails and taking in his look. She couldn’t bring herself to look at him at the coffee shop earlier.

His outfit matches hers; a chunky cardigan over a white tank top and light-wash ripped jeans. His feet are bare, but she’s sure he’ll slip on his signature vans that are so beat up they deserve to be put to rest.

“I- um. Is Oliver in bed already?” she flounders over her question, unsure why she’s even asking that.

Harry smiles at the mention of him, “Yeah. Long day at the aquarium. He didn’t even fight me to stay up later.”

Briar smiles before her eyes shift nervously around the room. “Should we go out to the beach? Like you said earlier?”

“Yeah, it’s really nice down there. I’ll grab us a blanket,” Harry says, grateful he has a chance to leave the room to collect himself.

He disappears down the dark hallway, leaving Briar to place her palms over her eyes to keep from crying. She takes two self-regulating breaths, figuring she only has a minute before he returns.

Little does she know, Harry is leaning against the door frame in his bedroom to try and feel grounded. He looks down at his trembling hands before grabbing the throw blanket off the chair in the corner. Instead of returning to the living room, he pokes his head into Oliver’s room to make sure he’s settled before they go outside.

Briar jumps when Harry returns, wrapping her arms around herself.

“Uhm, follow me,” Harry nods his head to the back door leading to the deck.

The view from the bungalow is similar to her mother’s, unobstructed of the ocean, and just slightly angled towards Los Angeles. The skyline is visible on a clear day, though those have been few and far between.

Harry pads down the wooden steps to the secluded beach, making sure to clear any brush that may get in her way. He looks back periodically to make sure she didn’t make a run for it. Each time, she met his eyes and smiled gently.

They make it to the beach, so Briar admires the color of the water while Harry lays out the blanket. Harry sits down, unsure whether it’s still his place to beckon her over to him. He decides to leave her be and let her move at her own pace. Hunching over, he wraps his arms around his knees.

Unable to prolong this talk any further, Briar retreats to the beach from the shoreline to join Harry on the blanket. He scoots closer to the edge to allow her to have some space.

Briar quietly clears her throat and looks at Harry expectantly. They’re dancing around the conversation they desperately need to have.

“How have you been?” Harry starts. He has to keep from pulling a face, unsure why he chose to start off that way.

Briar nods, “I’m good, yeah. Busy with school and the club. You went back to England, I heard?”

Harry reciprocates her nod and mumbles the mentions of his family and relaxation.

“Listen, I-I don’t know where to begin, so I think I’m just going to start talking,” Briar blurts out. “I have a lot of regrets about what happened.”

This statement piques Harry’s interest. He leans closer to her, making direct eye contact. For a second, his stomach swirls with butterflies.

“I was being a little irrational. But at the same time, I felt like a big decision needed to be made and felt like I didn’t get any preparation or reassurance,” Briar nearly whispers, her sad eyes looking back at him. “I know you said things and told me not to worry, but it didn’t feel like it was enough. So it felt easier to remove myself from it.”

He can feel his heart breaking all over again. He knows in the months between receiving the package from Camille then spontaneously going on the trip to France he neglected to communicate his thoughts. Briar deserved a game plan, and Harry spent all of his time in his head. He nods at her admission, before replying softly.

“You’re right. I wasted a lot of time in my feelings and tried to process everything on my own, when I should’ve done it with you. You’re my world, Birdie. There was never a moment I pictured this new normal without you in it.”

Briar’s heart sings at his use of present tense. You’re my world. She bites her lip as a tear wells up in her eyes.

“When I got to your house that day, t-to get my stuff, I already felt so awful. And to find out you changed the locks was just so disgusting,” she sniffles. Harry cringes, knowing it was manipulative and wrong. “It felt like you were trying to hold me hostage.”

“I know, I know, Birdie,” He says with a bit of exasperation. “You have to understand I was an entire ocean away, and I was losing the most important person to me. It was an act of desperation. I’m not trying to justify my actions, because I know more than anyone that it was a dick move. I’m so sorry for that.”

Briar nods, appreciative of his apology. Stray tears are still falling down her cheeks, so Harry gently reaches up to wipe them away. She closes her eyes when his palm rests gently on her cheek.

“My time home allowed me to do a lot of reflecting. Every day that I couldn’t talk to you, my love for you got stronger and stronger. So, I’m just going to fucking say that I miss you, and I need you in my life. A-and I know you have hesitations about Oliver and now Camille, but I promise if you just trust me, we’ll figure it out. I just need you to trust me.”

His hand is still on her cheek, preventing her from looking away. Without a moment of hesitation, she closes the gap to link their lips together. She rises to her knees to meet his height as the intensity of the kiss builds. Neither of them expected this. Briar was prepared to have her heart broken, and Harry was prepared to watch her go.

Briar pulls back, tears still falling. She stares into his eyes directly, scanning his face for any moments of regret. Then, Briar starts to laugh.

Harry’s brows furrow, unsure where this is coming from. At this point, the sun is completely gone, and they’re only surrounded by the sound of the crashing waves. Harry’s look of perplex is making her laugh even harder.

Through her fits of giggles, she finally says, “You said you were ready to move on this morning at the coffee shop! I was prepared to have my heart broken.”

Harry hangs his head, unable to even process this. “I was prepared to let you go for good! It wasn’t fair to hold on if there’s nothing there.”

“I wanted to fucking call you the very next day. But you know me,” she laughs again, wiping her eyes.

“Stubborn little bugger,” Harry says as he connects their mouths again. He pushes her down so she’s resting on her elbows, still on the blanket. He slots his legs to fit perfectly.

Harry’s hands wander all along her body the way they were always meant to. His broad, calloused hand slides to grip her side, before inching closer to her cunt. His other hand plays with the string of her pants, loosening them for access.

Briar knows better than to have public sex, let alone on a beach, but she can’t bring herself to care. Harry toys with her underwear, rubbing delicately over her mound. Unsurprisingly, she’s wet. It’s a reflex at this point. He circles her clit a few times, eliciting a gasp followed by a pathetic whimper from her pretty, glossed lips.

He slides one finger inside, closing his eyes as he does so. He nudges her spot, sending a shiver directly down her spine. Moving his kisses from her mouth to her neck, he sucks gently on the column of her throat. This distracts her, so he inserts one more finger. He pets gently until he feels her squeeze him and writhe around.

“Get there, Birdie. Missed you so much. You’re my soulmate. Can you come for me, baby?”

A prickle of heat builds on her chest as she cries out and slams her face into his neck. She tries to relax, but her mind flashes to the reality in front of her. She isn’t single. Her ragged, shallow breaths are masked by the waves. Harry’s hand leads her to lay back down on the blanket gently. He’s not looking for anything in return. He missed their connection more than anything.

He maneuvers to leave his body on top of hers, but not crushing her. Looking down at her, a shy smile adorning her features, he places a gentle kiss on her lips one last time before rolling over to stare up at the sky.

He intertwines their pinkies as they lay there, a comfortable silence washing over them. Guilt washes over Briar, thinking about Spencer. She’s never been one to think cheating is okay, no matter how south the relationship was moving.

Eventually, they stand up to walk back in the house. Being outside away from Oliver gave him anxiety. Briar understands, so she walks with him hand in hand.

Before they reach the steps, Briar stops abruptly.

“This is the worst time to bring this up. But, I started seeing someone while we were apart. I’m still technically seeing him,” Briar says, staring directly at the ground.

“The barista,” Harry replies simply.

Briar’s head shoots up in confusion, “How did you know that?”

Harry leans on the railing, looking up at the sky again. “Went into that coffee shop the morning I came back to the states. I sat in a booth to wait for my food, and you came in. Looked like you went on a run. You were wearing that purple pull over I love,” he laughs to himself. “Y’looked gorgeous, and all I could do was sit there and watch.”

Briar is speechless. She knows exactly the day he’s talking about. She felt off all night, so she decided to go for an early morning run. She went into the shop to see Spencer halfway through. Her anxiety spiked after leaving the store, but she had no idea why.

“I can’t in my good conscience do anything else with you until I end it. Will you wait for me? It’s just for a few more days,” Briar rambles. Despite them mending their feelings, she still can’t help but feel like it’s a dream.

The same level of uneasiness washes over him, before he locks her pinkie again, “here for it all.”

In the short drive back to her mom’s house, Briar sheds all the tears she’s held in for over 12 weeks. She cries tears of joy, fear and anguish. Sirens ignite in her head: cheater, cheater, cheater. A surge of guilt swirls in her stomach, unable to even comprehend her actions.

Even though she knows Harry is the love of her life, Spencer doesn’t deserve to be treated this way. She pulls into the driveway and pulls out her phone to find a message from Harry.

🦊: Here for it all. I am going to refrain from saying I love you since we’re going to take it slow. So, I like you.

The grin overtakes her entire face, and her heart swells. The reassurance and support she was missing all those weeks ago. She gently replies, a simple end to their conversation. She wants to be strategic about this. Minimal contact with him until she ends things with Spencer.

🐥: Like you, too ❤️

She notices no text from Spencer. They haven’t been communicating while she’s been gone, but she still feels like a text every once in a while would be appreciated. Pulling up their previous text thread, she notices her lack of enthusiasm in their messages. She can tell Spencer tries to keep her engaged, but she replies nonchalantly, if at all.

Locking the phone, she slides it in her pocket before walking back into the house. It’s mostly quiet, apart from a quiet glow of the TV in the living room. There, Briar spots her uncle watching Seinfeld reruns.

“Hey, Bear,” Patrick’s grovelly voice speaks up. “Where are you coming from?”

Briar sighs gently, placing her bag on the counter. Patrick pats the spot beside him to beckon her over. She sits, pulling her knees in and laying her head on his shoulder.

“I saw Harry,” she says quietly.

She can feel him tense, and he speaks up after a beat. “Oh? Why… why is he here?”

Briar laughs lightly, as that’s the same response she got from her mother.

“He used to live here, actually. He planned a trip out here with his son. We ran into each other at the cafe up the street. So, he asked me over to see if we could talk, so, I went.”

Patrick nods. “You know I don’t like to pry, so I didn’t. But I didn’t understand why it ended so suddenly.”

His tone is inquisitive, but it makes Briar roll her eyes. He and Harry became buddies, so she’s not surprised Patrick is only looking at it from that perspective.

“I freaked out when I felt like I wasn’t part of the equation. The time away was good and allowed me to think about how I really feel about the whole thing.”

He nods absently, turning the volume down on the TV. “So, what’s the verdict, then?”

“We’re…a thing. I just have something to take care of before we’re back together.”

He snorts, shaking his head. “Whatever, just let me know when I can call him to go golfing again.”

Briar punches his shoulder, laughing a little. They sit in silence, enjoying one another’s company. With flutter of the butterflies in her stomach, Briar mentally prepares for her flight back to the east coast.

It’s been two days, and Harry hasn’t heard a word from Briar. He’s checked in over text, refraining from sending his classic “.” message, and opting to ask how her day is going.

He’s not nervous. But the constricting feeling in his throat for the last 48 hours isn’t doing him any good. At this point in their trip, Harry has lost all control of his boy, who’s currently throwing a bouncy ball against the wall as he watches on.

“You excited to see mum and your sister? And Theo?” Harry adds his former friend’s name at the last minute.

“Yeah,” Oliver sighs, sitting down on the sofa, out of breath from jumping around. “I’ll miss you, though, Papa.”

Harry’s heart warms at that, so he leans in to place a kiss on the brown curls, just a shade lighter than his own.

“I’ll miss you, too, mate. But mum and I will have a plan for when we’ll have a visit, yeah? Maybe spend some time with me on school holiday in America. And I’ll pop over to France when I can. Still want to introduce you to your auntie, grannie and cousin in Manchester.”

Oliver’s face beams at that. “When can I meet Gus?”

Harry pauses, caught off-guard by his son’s elephant-like memory.

“Well, I’ll make sure a visit with Gus is included in our plan. I think the two of you would be best mates.”

“I think so, too.”

“Alright, shower and then bed. We’ve got a flight tomorrow.”

The Barlowes are not early risers by nature. It’s a miracle they are in this line at security with time to spare before their 6 AM flight.

Her goodbyes with her mom went smoothly; leaving with not nearly the amount of animosity she’d come to California with. Her brothers all seem happy and healed; but ready to return to their normal lives.

Briar sees the few unread messages from Harry and even Spencer, causing nervous stirring in her gut. It’s not that she’s ignoring Harry. Or Spencer. She just feels like a piece of shit.

While Briar had a robust roster in high school and college, she never saw two men at once. Her head and her heart are tied to Harry; but her conscience lies with Spencer. She puts on her headphones and tries to ignore the chaos her brothers are causing at the gate. For a moment, she closes her eyes, until she feels Cormac pile on top of her.

“Ugh! Stop!” Briar screeches, shoving him off. He rolls off the stiff leather sofa and onto the floor. “For god’s sake, you’re 18, Cormac!”

“Jeez! Lighten up!”

Briar scowls, pulling her hood over her head. Patrick smacks Cormac’s head, giving him a look.

Before they know it, their flight is boarding. Before stepping onboard, Briar looks around to try and spot two familiar heads full of curly hair. They’re one of the last to board, so she frowns to herself and continues to her seat.

Harry and Oliver caught a later flight, narrowly missing Briar and her brothers. Not on purpose, but Harry is grateful for it. They’re back together, right? Why is he freaking out?

Oliver is exhausted from the trip, the two of them doing enough activities to last a lifetime. Harry is scrolling his photos, placing his favorites in a shared album for Camille to see. The family will spend a few days in New York before returning to France; enough time for Oliver to adjust to the time difference.

He’s made sure to download plenty of shows and movies for Oliver; taking the time to show him Harry’s guilty pleasure movie, Happy Gilmore. They laugh, eat snacks and reminisce on the trip.

The plane descends into JFK, causing Oliver to grip his dad’s hand tightly. Harry’s heart swells, gently tapping on his little hand with his thumb. He can’t help but be grateful for Briar in her quest to make sure Harry is an active part of Oliver’s life.

They collect their bags and set off to find Theo, Camille and Amelie. Oliver drops everything in his hands, scampering off to greet his mother. Theo shakes Harry’s hand and pats Oliver in a light hug. Camille pulls Harry into a tight hug, thanking him for taking Oliver on this trip.

“I’m really glad you did this, H. I think it’s good for the both of you.”

Harry nods, a tight-lipped smile donning his face.

“I’ll be in touch to make plans for school vacation. Did you drive or are you getting picked up?”

“Driving. You guys go ahead.”

“Bye, Papa! I love you,” Oliver says quietly as he hugs Harry’s waist, trying to mask the sadness in his voice.

“I love you too, mate. So much. I’m so glad you came on this trip with me.”

They hug for a few more moments, before Theo lightly whistles, indicating the car is here.

Harry waves sadly, watching them go. He sits on a bench as gathers himself. He pulls out his phone, with no word from Briar. His heart pings with sadness and a little anxiety, but he knows she has to take care of the barista before they are ‘back together’. It sucks, but he understands.

Pulling his checked bag, he heads for the parking area. It’s busy with families traveling and waiting for their Ubers and rental cars. Placing his bags in the back, he spots Oliver’s booster in the back, making him jut out his bottom lip.

In pure silence, Harry heads back home.

Briar bursts into the coffee shop, not caring who she bumps into this early in the morning. Spencer pokes his head out from the back, his smile lighting up when they make eye contact.

“Bri! You’re home!”

She smiles shyly, and a bit solemnly.

“Hey, yeah. Can we talk?”

Spencer wipes his hands on a towel and nods, brow furrowing slightly. He nods in the direction of an empty booth, to which they slide in simultaneously.

Spencer crosses his hands over one another on the table, looking at her expectantly.

“Um, so, when I was on my trip, I did some thinking and some soul-searching. So, I’m thinking we should stop seeing each other.”

He flinches slightly, opening his mouth and then suddenly closing it. Spencer gnaws on his lip for a second before sighing lightly.

“I mean, I don’t feel like your head has been in it the entire time, so I don’t think I’m surprised,” Spencer shrugs.

Briar’s stomach drops at that. She knows she hasn’t been herself. He’s a rebound at best.

“I recognize that, and I’m so sorry. I’ve just had a lot happen over the last few months. I hope we can still be friendly. We have another year left at school, anyway.”

Spencer nods, looking out the window for a second, “Is it anything I did?”

“No, no. I promise. I’m just a little hung up on my last relationship. It was pretty serious and ended abruptly. I hope you can understand that."

“Of course. I hope you find what you’re looking for, Briar.”

Her heart swells, appreciating his genuine response to her confession. She pats his hand on the table and slides out of the booth without even looking back.

She needs to get home to Harry.

Still riding in silence, Harry approaches his familiar street. He’s miserable going back to a quiet house. He debates stopping over at Niall’s to listen to him talk for hours just to feel something.

He sees his nosy neighbor, Maureen, watering her plants in the front yard, a little close to his fence. He know’s she’ll be willing to spill all of the suburban gossip he’s missed.

Gently bringing his Range Rover to a stop in front of the garage door, his heart stops when he realizes who Maureen is speaking to over the fence.

Briar Barlowe quickly rises from her position on his front step, a nervous yet hopeful look on her face. The fingers of her right hand slightly pick at the cuticles of her left, hands interlocked in front of her.

Frozen, Harry hesitates before finally opening the car door and running to his girl. He leaves the car running and door wide open without a care in the world.

“Harry, I almost called the cops. She’s been here over an hour waiting for you,” Maureen snipes, giving Briar a look.

“Shut up, Maureen! Jesus!” Harry snaps, not even looking over at the nasty woman.

Briar laughs, not even believing that this is how they reunite — for good. Their lips crash and embrace lovingly, not even taking a second to breathe. The force of both their bodies send them into Harry’s flower beds.

The fall doesn’t stop them from kissing and staring longingly. Maureen’s hose sprays them lightly, before she gives up completely and goes inside. They laugh through the series of kisses and gropes, some tears starting to run down their cheeks.

They pull away, staring into each other’s eyes.

“Hi,” Briar whispers.

“Hi,” he replies. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

“Here for it all, right?”

“I fucking love you,” Harry says, deeply kissing her again.

“I fucking love you too, Harry.”

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EEEEEEE THATS THE END!!!! BUT I HAVE AN EXTRA ALREADY WRITTEN THAT I MAY POST SOON <3 THANK YOU FOR BARING WITH ME AND LOVING MY LITTLE BRAIN BABIES

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reasonsmandy · 1 year

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The tension between us

Eddie Roundtree x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by @sarnbarnes — one where the reader is Billy’s wife except they actually leave his ass

✧.* summary — Your marriage was not being the best of things, the truth is that you fell into comfort and that love was slipping away. But at the same time that you felt rejected by your husband, a new love was born.

✧.* warnings — mention of cheating, reader and eddie having an affair.

✧.* word count — 2.4k

✧.* 🎸 — Eddie's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — This is definitely one of my favorites, And I loved having the chance to be able to give a decent ending to my favorite friend duo (Eddie and Warren). I didn't have time to proofread this one so there may be some grammatical errors.

When you met Billy Dunne your eyes would not look to another, not even your heart had another owner and as soon as you started dating you were sure you wanted to be his wife to be by his side forever. Well, but that's what passion does to people, you were blind with love and he had no flaws for you.

But over time Billy drifted away, he only thought about his songs and that was okay, the fact that he made music had never been something to hurt you, until it got too extreme. You barely saw your husband, and spent the day alone at home since the rest of the band was with him. You felt even more lonely each day passed, and the fact that you weren't in your hometown, and you didn't know many people around LA made things even worse.

And whether you wanted it or not, you also felt unwanted, you were more and more sidelined by Billy. He didn't hug you anymore, he didn't kiss you, your self-esteem began to be affected and with that your daily life became depressing. And the worst part is Billy hadn't noticed a thing.

But Eddie did notice, he noticed everything to do with you, he always had. You were the most amazing person to him, he felt his heart skip beats every time he heard your voice in the morning, butterflies rose in his stomach when he saw you smile, and to see that it didn't happen so often anymore broke his heart.

He knew Billy could be an asshole, and he didn't understand how he had the courage to leave you aside, how he had the courage to have you close every day and not give you love and affection, he got frustrated just thinking he didn't treat you well.

Soon Daisy Jones and the six would be performing at Chicago Stadium, this was going to be a huge milestone for the band and everyone was excited, well... That's what it looked like to the audience. You felt that something was wrong, and you knew very well how your husband felt about Daisy, you didn't understand exactly how you felt about all this, how were your thoughts on the fact that your husband was in love with another, but deep down you didn't blame Billy because you felt something for someone else too.

You and Eddie had something unspoken between you, a feeling that was there but neither of you had the courage to name it, a sexual tension that you both urgently wanted to end but with every second you spent together, with every exchange of glances, with every smile at each other, it grew and became insatiable.

"What's a beauty like you doing alone here, uh?" Eddie says getting inside your room, wrapping his arms around your waist, because of the scare you stiff but soon your body relaxes with his touch.

"Eddie, you know we can't…" you sigh, feeling his hands on your body, feeling cherished after so long.

"Hey, don't worry about anything." The blonde says, brushing your hair off your neck, kissing it. "You know when it's you and me, the world doesn't matter."

You turn to look into his eyes, without saying anything you kiss him intensely, he soon reciprocates, holding you close to him as if he wanted to undo all the time you spent apart, as if he was rewarding every second he saw you and couldn't have you.

You kissed trying to get rid of that tension between you, even though you knew that no matter how hard you tried it wouldn't go away until you stopped hiding what you felt from everyone. Eddie made you feel loved, cared and wanted, he had ignited something in you that you had never felt before, not even with Billy.

"I don't know how to stay away from you." He whispers after the kiss, taking other kisses to your neck, he feels a shiver down his spine hearing you sigh at the contact.

"So don't, please." You ask, in your voice not just a request but a revelation of your desires, you wanted him.

You knew that your affair with Roundtree wasn't what made you unfaithful to Billy, you knew you'd been unfaithful to each other for so long, that your affair with the bassist wasn't the beginning of chaos in your relationship. The hard thing was that Billy pretended, he convinced himself that nothing was going on, that everything would be fine if he didn't admit things to you and to himself. You both knew it was over, well at least you were sure of it.

"I have something to tell you." He says holding you tighter, kissing your naked shoulder as you cuddle under the sheets.

"I'm listening." You say closing your eyes, feeling his lips on your skin.

"I'm quitting the band." He says, making your body freeze you break the hug looking at him worried.

"What?" You question.

Noticing the look of the man on your breasts you arch your eyebrows covering it with the covers.

"My eyes are up here!" You laugh, rolling your eyes.

"My bad." He laughs, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. "After what he did in Pittsburgh, I just can't do it anymore pretty girl."

"I understand you, I really do but…" You say, worried about him. "What about Warren? Graham, Karen and even Daisy? I know Billy sucks, trust me I really do! But… don't let him ruin this for you."

"He's already ruined it for me" Eddie sits up in bed, you can see his set face and your chest tightens at the thought of having him gone.

"So you're leaving…" Your voice barely came out, you would miss him so much.

"Come with me." He says after a few minutes have passed in silence, you feel a chill run down your spine and bring your eyes to his in disbelief.

"Eddie…" You start to say but he cuts you off, holding your hands.

"I'm being serious! He doesn't deserve you, my love. Can't you understand that?" He looked frustrated. "I don't want to be away from you and I know you don't either! Don't lie to yourself, you feel what I feel too, I know you do."

You laughed, feeling some tears fall from your eyes, you knew he was right and the thought of having him away was something you couldn't accept, maybe this was finally the time you were going to do something for yourself, maybe that was the time you'd leave Billy to be honest with your feelings.

"You don't need to give me an answer right now" Roundtree comforts you, holding your hands."Tomorrow I'm not going with the band to the next destination, today is my last show. If you want to go with me, if you want to give me a chance... Meet me tomorrow before the bus leaves, at my bedroom door."

He gets up from the bed, pulling on his clothes. Then he approaches you, placing a kiss on your lips, before leaving he stops at the door.

"No matter what you choose, nothing will change how I feel about you." He says making the butterflies in your stomach dance. "See you tonight."

…

Billy looked stunned when he walked into the two of you's room, it had been a few hours since Eddie left so you were alone reading a book waiting for him to come. You close the book taking your gaze to him, not knowing if it would be a good idea to talk to him.

The older Dunne walks over to you, kissing your cheek as a way of saying hi, it was the first time you've seen each other today.

"How were rehearsals?" You ask, he just shakes his head and sighs. "What's bothering you Billy?"

"Don't worry Y/N, it's nothing." He avoided looking at you, like he was dealing with a thousand things on his mind.

"I do worry, you don't have to hide things from me…" Although things between you were not the same, seeing a person dear to you badly was not a pleasant thing.

Billy sighs frustrated, he takes his hands to his long hair, as if he brushes the strands in front of his eyes his thoughts become clearer. He looked at you with teary eyes, his feelings were very intense and you could tell it was consuming him.

"You must know that things between the two of us are not the same Billy…" You say catching Dunne's attention. "But we used to always listen to each other, I'm still here for you."

"She drives me crazy, she brings out something in me that I didn't even know existed." He says, referring to Daisy. "I'm sorry for collapsing to you, I know I should be a better husband that I'm failing you but"

"Don't say anything, it's fine." He looks at you confused after hearing your words. "I'm serious, I know things like this we can't control, we can't choose who happens to and how we feel about people… And if that didn't happen to us, I won't stop you from being happy."

"I loved you, really... You know that right?" He looked at you, he looked sincere and you believed his words.

"I loved you too, a lot." You chuckled, a little emotional over that conversation. "And that's why I want to see you well, and if she makes you feel that warmth in your chest, that passion... Don't hold back, baby."

"Thanks for that, I don't deserve someone like you" He hugs you, and you finally feel that this cycle has ended.

…

The show had been intense, that was the only word you had to describe it. Warren always looked like he was having the best day of his life and it broke your heart to think what his reaction would be to Eddie leaving, Karen and Graham didn't look at each other often which made you pensive, he looked upset as if his thoughts were elsewhere and Karen was off… you could just tell. Daisy and Billy were in perfect sync as always, it was wonderful to experience them both on stage.

Despite the crowded crowd, Roundtree's eyes were only focused on you, that last show was the end of a big cycle but the beginning of something that enchanted the blonde, he was afraid that you wouldn't accept his invitation but while Daisy sang Two against three and he played exchanging glances with you,he was sure. No matter what his choice was, no matter what his fate was tomorrow, everything he lived through was worth it because he met you.

It was about time to pack things to go, Eddie was holding his bass and a suitcase packed, he sat on his bed staring at the door, he couldn't lie his heart was almost out of his chest as he waited for you to arrive, he tapped his foot on the floor unable to stop thinking about you. His eyes darted between the door and the clock on the wall.

You had woken up early, hitting the right side of the bed you didn't find your husband there, you thought maybe he could have woken up earlier. Anyway your heart raced, it was time to tell him you wanted to break up, after so much time together thinking about it was almost unreal. You sit on the bed, listening to the door open as instantly, Billy walks into the room with a smile on his face.

"Good morning smiling boy." You say making him laugh, he approaches the bed and sits next to you.

"Good morning doll." He says holding your hands.

"Wow, It's been a long time since you called me that huh?" He nods laughing with you, you hug him. "We need to talk."

"I'm listening." Billy says, breaking free from the embrace.

"I think it's time we end this." You finally say, as if a weight has lifted from you. "I want you to know that I am very grateful for everything we've lived together, for the life I had with you. Thank you, baby."

"Thank you for so much, you made my life something extremely special" He thanked you.

You get up picking up the bags you had sorted out last night, he arches his brow curiously.

"We're only out of here in an hour..." He says, watching you. You smile.

"I'm not going with you, it's time to end the cycle." A few tears escaped your eyes, emotion filled your heart. "I already said goodbye to everyone, I just needed to talk to you."

"I see…" He stands up, hugging you tightly. "Take care, and if you need anything… count on me."

"Always."

…

Roundtree was still staring at the door, as the second hand ticked by, his heart clenched at the thought that maybe you wouldn't make it. The doorknob turned, he got up running to the door anxiously.

"Warren?" Eddie says when he sees the drummer on the other side of the door.

"You were leaving without saying goodbye?" He looked sad, something that messed with the blonde.

"I was going to talk to you outside..." Eddie starts to say but the drummer cuts him off.

"Don't need to lie hermano." Rojas takes his gaze to the ground. "I guess I was wrong to think this would be forever."

"Maybe the band won't last forever, but our friendship will." Eddie hugs his friend tightly and he reciprocates.

"Always count on me bro!" He says patting his back, disentangling himself from the hug, he turns to face you holding your bags.

"Hi." You smile a little shyly, the drummer takes his eyes to your bags, then opens a smile.

"I knew it! You are made for each other." Warren smiles, moving closer to you and kissing your head as a way of saying goodbye. "Keep in touch alright? You two!" He says waking away, leaving you two alone.

When Warren is no longer in your sight, Eddie hugs you tightly and you hold him like a treasure.

"You came..." He whispers next to your ear.

"Of course I came, I don't want to live without you." You say, kissing the blonde's lips for a long time.

"And you won't have to." He places several kisses on your face making you giggle. "Now it's you and me forever, pretty girl, and no Billy fucking Dunne to ruin things"

"Eddie!" You say slapping him on the arm and he laughs.

"What? is the truth!" He says, shrugging.

"Just shut up and kiss me." You say, and soon he closes the space between you with a passionate kiss.

...

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troutfur · 10 months

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prompt if you still need: fernkit/paw wondering if she'll ever become a warrior and wondering why she's still in the nursery/just starting her apprenticeship while cloudpaw gets apprenticed first and becomes a warrior before the other cats that are older than him -- brightpaw and swiftpaw.

[according to canon, she's born in the summer at the end-ish of into the wild. she's not even an apprentice until the following summer of rising storm. her and ashkit/paw are full adults in the nursery.]

I just HAD to do this one since it's so goddamn funny. The Erins did my favorite timeline fuckup TWICE. GOD. Knowing them it's probably many more, actually. Diversity win! Due to authorial incompetence this character is now adult in primary education representation!

For the unaware, it's an important plot point that The Sight takes place towards the end of winter/beginning of spring, since the whole of the plot can be tracked almost day by day pretty accurately and only takes up about a single moon, with the climax at the Daylight Gathering which explicitly happens during the first full moon of the spring.

However, in Sunrise during the subplot in which Jayfeather goes snooping in Leafpool's business, it is established him and his siblings were born in... winter! Leafpool's Wish later on doubles down on this nonsense which has forever ruined my ability to take the parentage reveal investigation seriously. CLEARLY such a basic timeline fuckup must mean Jayfeather's memory is shit and not to be trusted.

Typically I ignore this when creating timelines for my work, but I do have the jokey headcanon that Firestar was so furious about the fox kits incident that he refused to apprentice them until they were grown-ass adults. lmao.

Anyway, enough of my ramblings! Let's go!

(Want to submit your own scenario for me to turn into 500 words of crack? Check out my guidelines and submit a prompt! Recently I did an askbox cleanup so I'm very much in need for a good few more to get to November 30th.)

“Ashkit, don’t you feel like there’s something just... wrong about all this?” Fernkit asked with her squeaky kit voice from where she was observing just at the entrance to the nursery.

Her twin brother looked to her from where he was batting at a mossball, his head tilted to the side with confussion. “What do you mean?”

She frowned. “It’s just that, you know...” she looked out. “Cloudpaw is getting his apprentice ceremony, but wasn’t he smaller than us? And didn’t he get bigger just now?”

“When we woke up we were the same size,” Ashkit replied with a shrug.

“Maybe but shouldnt’ that mean we should be apprenticed as well?” Fernkit asked.

“Well, Bluestar didn’t say it was our turn to be appentices yet,” Ashkit said. “And mom says that we must obey everything she says. So if she hasn’t said we should be apprenticed we should just obey.”

Fernkit took in a deep breath as she tried to think how to explain the situation. “But aren’t we supposed to become apprentices when we reach 6 moons old? Didn’t we reach that a while ago?”

“I’unno,” Ashkit replied.

“We were already here by the time Cloudpaw joined the Clan,” Fernkit pointed out. “Shouldn’t we at least be becoming apprentices alongside Cloudpaw?”

“I don’t know what you’re worrying so much about,” Ashkit finally said as he turned around. “Cloudpaw’s going to have to do chores around camp all day now and we get to play instead. What do you miss so much about becoming an apprentice?”

As her brother tossed out his mossball and walked off, Fernkit was left alone with her thoughts on the matter. She couldn’t deny that there was some truth to what her brother was saying but it still left her a tad... unsettled. Wasn’t he ever excited about the idea of finally leaving the nursery? Of getting to know the territory and the world outside of camp? Of doing all of the things their adopted littermate would get to do?

Fernpaw shook her head, refusing to keep dwelling on these thoughts. Perhaps Ashkit was right and it wasn’t their time just yet. Perhaps being in the nursery would be for the best.

And so she followed in his lead.

#ashfur #ferncloud #cloudtail #warrior cats #wc #warrior cats au #decided to go alllll in and just include the ''cats are written as if they just digi-evolve at their ceremonies'' thing #this is the most crack-ish I'm gonna get all month I prommy #also short one since I just didn't have enough material to work with for 500 words #but my average makes up for it so it's fine

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cutecherrygirl · 8 months

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Enhypen reaction

When you fangirl over Stray kids 😘

Im sorry if the picture is scary, I thought it was cute

Jake

-he heard you scream from the other room and rushed to you.

- "WHAT HAPPENED!? ARE YOU OKAY!?" He screams and you jump out of bed scared "WHY!? IS SOMEONE HERE?" you looked around in panic "BABE, YOU SCREAMED" he said relaxed now that he sees it was fake alert

-"oh.." you giggle "I mean..i did get attacked" you said and he raised an eyebrow "what?" You start acting silly and turn around to face the wall "Hyunjin attacked me, he's just so handsome I almost got a heart attack".

-jake just stood there watching you and not knowing how he should react or what he should do. He let you let it all out before hugging you and petting your head "same babe... same."

Heesung

- He heard you shout and immediately went to you and asked you what happened.

- "what's wrong? Are you okay? Why did you shout?"

-he looked so worried 😭

- then you answered "Seungmin's voice is so fucking angelic I literally cannot" you said in the most dramatic way possible .

-he scoffed but agreed with what you said.

-then he mumbled sadly "i have a nice voice too"

Jay

-he heard you scream from your room and immediately run to you in panic only to find you in the corner watching a video while giggling.

- "babe?" He called you and you turned Around "Changbin looks so cool while rapping!" You said and showed him the video.

- he sighed annoyed "yeah, he does. But I'm cool too." He said not noticing that he is pouting.

- you noticed his pout and decided to tease him.

- "if Changbin comes up to me and asked me to marry him, I gladly will."

-he glared at you, still pouting. You wanted to laugh your ass off.

- "his big muscles and rap skills are just to die for"

-you said while looking at Changbins picture and Jay is now getting angry

- "stop it, im getting jealous"

- you laugh and hug him "baby, you know no one can replace you" you smiled and kissed his cheek.

-he smiled too and hug you back "i know 😜"

Sunghoon

- he saw you looking at something on your phone.

- he peeked and saw you looking at Lee know's photo while mumbling things like:

- "his eyes are so pretty" and "he has the cutest nose oh my god" "His sharp jawline" "oh look at that lips" "so handsome".

- "I have cute nose too! And sharp jawline! And my eyes are pretty!!! And im handsome as well!"

-he walked out and you can see him pouting, that made you feel bad.

- but when you saw him in the mirror, admiring his handsome face, you changed your mind.

- "no one can beat Lee Minho in Beauty competition babe, not even you."

- you said smirking when you heard him gasp.

Sunoo

- "Awww! Look at Felix! He is such a cutie" you said as you show Sunoo a video of Felix doing Aegyo.

-he side eyed you and said "im cuter"

- "tsk, he does Aegyo better."

- you said that to tease him

- "i can practice Aegyo to be better!" He said defending himself.

- "his freckles are so cute too"

- you said loving his reaction

- "I-I-"

- "and his deep voice is so sexy"

- you added which Made sunoo pout.

- "I can do Aegyo and Im sexy too!"

- he looked down and you bursed out laughing.

- "awww, you're being cute right now"

- I was born cute, bitch"

Jungwon

-"AHHHHHHHHHHH"

- He fell down from the chair he was sitting on when heard you shout, Poor baby was so shocked 😭

- heading to you to see you watching Skz code episode.

- "Jungwon, dont you love when Chan speaks in English?"

-you squealed

-"Yes, Chan Hyung has very good English skills but you dont have to shout so Loud!"

- he said with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

- "well, im sorry..i cant help myself from fangirling over him, he is just so cool."

- you defend yourself

- some fangirls dont shout their heart out while watching skz code episodes.

- he said annoyed.

- "you're such a joy killer tsk, if I could marry him, that would be great."

- "as if he would ask you to be his wife."

-he saud rolling his eyes and walking out of the room

- he's just acting jealous cuz he never saw you fangirl over him like that 😭

Ni-ki

- you were watching Han's rap videos while whispering things like "he is such a good rapper, look at them hands tho, I wanna know what hand care routine he has"

- he came from the kitchen after hearing you whisper like an idiot.

- " why are you whispering?" He asked "because my throat is sore from screaming yesterday"

- "why were you screaming?" He asked confused

-"because Han is literally the best rapper in the world, and he is so cute and sweet"

-Ni-ki smiled "yeah, I definitely Agree" he sat next to you and layed his head on your shoulder

-you both ended up watching Han rap.

#skz #straykids #skz stay #stray kids #enhypen #enhypen sunghoon #enhypen jay #enhypen heeseung #enhypen sunoo #enhypen niki #enhypen jungwon

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trashexplorer · 2 years

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BLCD Review: Kuroe to Mesu no Sono

Title: Kuroe to Mesu no Sono (クロエと雌の園)

Author/Artist: Chifuyu

Release Date: 2021/11/26

Cast:

Tachibana Shinnosuke x Yamaya Yoshitaka

Masuyama Takeaki

Komatsu Shouhei

Kakiage Haruna

Aikawa Natsuki

Kisui Shio

Shibuya Ayano

Fujisaki Yuuta

Amano Hirosato

Kanze Noriaki

Synopsis: Sonogi, an employee at the host club "Eden," is in the biggest crisis of his life. He's woken up with female parts in addition to his male ones! After hearing that the number one host at the club, Kuroe, with his beautiful face, baritone voice, and relentlessly womanizing nature, went to med school, Sonogi tries confiding to him in private. Not only does Kuroe wildly misunderstand him, he's weirdly intrigued. Even after hearing Sonogi's story, he's still keen to "study" up on what's happening inside Sonogi's pants! A scary-faced, lovable psychopath toys with a vulnerable, shaved, and untouched new "girl" in this gender-bending romance!

Review Proper

You know, for however stupid that initial plot was, Kuroe to Mesu was actually, dare I say, great.

I know. It’s annoying lmao.

On the surface, it’s like something Momose An or Takasaki Bosco would pull, but it’s unnecessarily deep. 😂 It’s like Ouran High but smutty BL. There. I said it. It doesn’t help that Tachi’s execution of Kuroe was very Mamo-chan Tamaki. I can’t say I can fully forgive the stupid futanari plot, but this shit was funny when it was funny and sad when it was sad. The BLCD’s much more dynamic for obvious reasons, but it maintains the same energy throughout both paper and audio, so I recommend reading the manga along.

Anyway, onto the technicalities,

Dang. Welcome back, Papá Tachi. I was initially annoyed with this casting ‘cause y’all know Tachi’s one of my fave bottoms of all time (Ten Count hello???), and I hate that he only ever gets top roles whenever he comes back to the scene. But if y’all know me, I’m also a whore.

MY GOD. IT’S BEEN A WHILE SINCE I’VE HEARD CHAOTIC TACHI. I really went from “stop it, Tachi” to “step on me, Tachi” back there lmaooooo. It’s like I forgot that one of my fave BLCDs was Shihaisha no Koi where he tops Hirarin (which you should all listen to if you haven’t ‘cause FUCK). I also put him in the “sounds like a bottom but will top you 100%” and “younger guy that will 100% dubcon you”. HIS NAME IS LITERALLY TACHI YANNO (also look at just how accurate my lists are). 😂 Kuroe’s much more of a sadist kookoo-path than Rasheed who’s much more of an ass who thinks he’s hot shit just ‘cause he’s the prince yanno, so there is a bit of a difference in how Tachi performed them. Though, I am sure movic cast him as Kuroe with said performance in mind. I’ve read the manga before I listened to the BLCD and I did have a different idea of how Kuroe would sound like, but when Tachi hit me with that first “Sonomeroooo” I just fell in love. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA SONOMEROOOO I WILL NEVER GET OVER IT. I might not love Kuroe as a character, but shit, this was such a genius portrayal I can’t.

As for Yamati, I can’t believe it’s been 4 years since I last heard him HAHAHAHA THE FUCK. I remember him performing well in Knocking, but he was just ill-suited to that role that it spazzed me out. Thankfully, he was perfect for Sonomero here and had great chemistry with Tachi. Now that’s how you cast! True to his Hanae Natsuki range, the dang man showcased just how good he could squeak here. And even though I majorly dislike those types of bottoms that kinda tread the line of girl almost losing their minds during sex in hentai, Yamati made it so that I didn’t hate Sonomero in bed too much. Tachi himself has stated that he was very impressed with Yamati performing so well when he hadn’t been around that much. Idk. Maybe you’re born with it, maybe it’s Yamati.

Again, both the manga and BLCD are good buys. In terms of accuracy, though, I’m not sure if censorship is different when it comes to BLCDs, but they had to censor a lot of graphic dialogue in the BLCD and change them into something else. This would’ve been a good Japanese anatomy class (I’m serious) but unfortunately, it becomes more abstract in the BLCD. I did have a few issues with their timing of the bgm (just movic being movic). That scene when the sad piano music played when Sonomero quit and Kurose chases after him— I laughed out loud when it stopped when Kurose went back in to resign then immediately start up again when he came back. Like wtf??? HAHAHAHAHA. But that’s about it. I 100% recommend this if you’re looking for stupid porn with sad plot. I don’t believe I have anything that’s similar in ratio, though, so this might be a first of its kind.

#blcd reviews #blcd 2021 reviews #kuroe to mesu no sono #chifuyu #movic #tachibana shinnosuke #yamaya yoshitaka #masuyama takeaki #komatsu shouhei #kakiage haruna #aikawa natsuki #kisui shio #shibuya ayano #fujisaki yuuta #amano hirosato #kanze noriaki

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Thrice Prophesized

CisFem Reader x Roronoa Zoro

CW: In-Universe levels of violence, amnesia, romance, reader gets some good bad-ass moments, but shouldn't feel Overpowered if I did my job well, surprisingly no smut in this one loves, but it's book 1 of 2.

Still 18+

Chapter 15: (Dis)Connected

The realization of the map sinks into your soul and you look around the room more intently, running from one place to another, scanning the room as fast and as efficiently as you can. You had been keeping out of the details of the crew’s quest, so you hadn’t seen anything they had brought back before, but you find what you’re looking for.

The massive stone cube, the one they had described to you before – completely indestructible. Words carved deep into the surface that nearly made your legs buckle.

“Oooooh.” Your head swims at the implications and you teeter a bit before Chopper steadies you.

“You can read it?” Zoro asks.

You nod. “It’s the language of winter magic. Not of the duchy, not of the kingdom, of the actual magic.” You take in a breath and let it out shakily. “We learn to use magic by doing, much like you learn to master haki, but winter magic speaks to you. In dreams and words, in emotions and symbols. It’s formless and completely set in stone.”

“That… doesn’t make sense.” Sanji admits.

“You’re right. No one sees winter magic’s language the same way, that’s why you can’t teach it by study, like wizards do for other magic. You can’t commit it to paper, because no one comprehends it the same way. But once you see the language of winter magic for yourself, it does not change.”

“Miss (Y/N), are you saying -.”

“I’m the only native speaker of this language. At least as far as I know.” You slump to your knees and look up at the stone cube. You read it in silence for a moment and feel your stomach knot. “It’s a prophecy. It’s … talking about me.”

“Huh?” Several voices make the noise at the same time as the group looks at you.

Breathing in deep, you begin to read. You can feel your emotions draining right out of you.

“This language will draw into this world one born who can read these when the time is right.” You recite. “I imagine all of these start this way. It goes on, ‘The magic of winter speaks to each of us differently, but one will be born who reads as I do, and they will decide with whom to stand, and virtue of their decision shall the piece of the one be found. Because I have placed upon this item the timeless heart of winter’.”

Your shoulders slump. You were dragged into this world to be a compass, because someone from your world decided to protect this place some however many centuries ago. You weren’t entirely sure how to feel about it all, but now you had a real predicament.

How could you leave now?

You were the sole being able to read the language. You were the only person on this world who could detect winter magic. If a chance for you to go back home happens before you can help Luffy, what are you going to do? If news of what you’re capable of spreads across this world, you’ll be in immense danger. There are people far beyond Luffy’s crew who are looking for this item, and you’re already well-aware that Luffy and his crew’s kindness is not the standard for this world.

What if you have another prophecy and admit to your ability against your will? It’s bad enough that your words basically turned into prophecy in the port town. Even if the ex-marine kept his mouth shut, the town was full of people, and some of those people wouldn’t know how dangerous it was to speak about the event.

You just want to stay in this cave for the rest of your life.

“You… can find the One Piece?” Zoro questions and you nod.

“According to the big indestructible block, yes.” You reply sardonically.

“Does it say why you’ve been prophesizing?” Sanji asks.

You get yourself to your feet and look over the block – it’s the same text on all the sides you can see and nothing around the room adds to it. “No, not this one at least.”

You realize that you’re having a hard time matching anyone’s gaze. Suddenly, you feel like an object, and you can’t shake it. It was bad enough that the government of this world saw you as a prophet, but now this. You were little more than a divining rod.

“(Y/N).” Luffy’s voice cuts through your haze and you look over at him. He’s staring at the block. “Can you teach Robin to read your language?”

“I… maybe? I think so.” You’re confused by the question and start rambling. “I’ve never instructed someone on it before, but Robin’s already got a grasp on the concepts, so it shouldn’t be too hard-but-why-are-you-asking?”

“You still want to go home, don’t you?” Luffy asks, turning to you with his usual smile. “It’s a long trip back the Metro, you might get a chance to go home before we get back, so you gotta teach Robin!”

“But-.”

“Captain’s already decided.” Zoro says, and you feel an incredible sense of déjà vu.

You smile softly. “It seems my debt to you all continues to grow.”

“Debt? What debt?” Luffy dismisses the concept. “We’re friends!”

“I… I don’t know what to do with that.” You admit, feeling tears start to sting your eyes. “I don’t know what to do with any of this. I’ve yet to see the moon complete a cycle and yet so much has happened in that time and I can barely comprehend any of it. I’m here? Here!? On a completely different world because someone from centuries ago created a language only I know? Some fucking asshole from my world who stumbled into this one by some means and decided to help this world before going back home?

“Or dying here.” You heave in a big breath feeling it all roil inside of you. “I’m going to die here because I just happen to be able to read the winter magic the same way. Centuries, centuries of time between them and I and so here I am – deciding the fate of this world whether I care to or not.”

You’re quiet for long moments and so is everyone else. You feel sick, exhausted, angry and drained all at once. You might be on your knees, but you’re surprised you haven’t just fallen flat onto the ice. The only thing keeping you even remotely upright at this point is spite. Finally, tears drying on your face, you look up at Luffy and manage to match his gaze. “Doesn’t it anger you? That someone from another world decides your fate for you?”

“No.” Luffy answers swiftly, crouching down and putting himself at your eye level. The seriousness of his eyes doesn’t falter, but his body is relaxed and he’s smiling. “I decided my own fate long before you got here, (Y/N).”

You laugh. It’s soft, and half-broken, but the tentative chuckle slips past your lips despite it all. He’s so sure, so positive, so relentlessly mired in his belief in himself. It’s almost terrifying. It’s like coming up against a force of nature and having it pat you on the head. The mountain is a mountain, it can be naught else, and yet if that mountain were Luffy you were certain it could fly if that’s what it so desired.

This is what surrounded him with monsters and demons. He is what pulls this world. If anything, you simply got caught in the current, a rip-tide set up by some well-meaning Winternight knight – or Lord, for all you knew right now.

You slump forward, Luffy’s hands on your shoulders keeping you from face-planting into the icy floor. “Sorry,” you murmur, failing to even lift your head. “I’m exhausted.”

. . . . . . .

You remember vaguely, falling into a deep sleep in the icy cave, but you were so thoroughly exhausted, that you don’t remember leaving the cave. You come around and feel yourself up against something warm. You nuzzle into the soft fur, tightening your grip for a moment as you begin to wake up.

“Mornin’.” The soft deep voice rumbles against your chest more than in your ear and it takes you a moment to take in what’s going on.

It’s light enough outside that you can see, so it’s daytime at some point. If it’s not dawn then it’s cloudy, because the snow’s not reflecting light. There’s a soft steady crunch of snow and you realize that the group is on the march. You’re not horizontal, you’re vertical, and there’s a hand on either of your thighs. Your arms are wrapped around broad shoulders, and the fluffy furry collar of Zoro’s coat was what you had nuzzled into earlier.

You’re not on his back, you’re chest to chest with him as he walks just behind Luffy and Chopper. You can see Sanji and Brook behind him, from your position, and the blood rushes to your face as the two give you a small wave and smile.

You bury your face in the furry collar for a completely different reason. “Zoro.”

“Mm.”

“W-why?”

“Couldn’t fit you in the coat when you were on my back.” He says, beginning to explain. “But you kept slipping off when you were over the coat and walking hunched over was irritating. Then the shitty cook suggested I carry you like a princess, and that worked for a while.”

“But?”

“… You didn’t like it, I guess. You moved into the position a couple hours ago.”

“I moved.”

“Yup.”

You were never going to remove your face from this furry coat collar.

“Mortified again?” You could hear a smile in his voice, this amused bastard.

“Beyond.” You reply, voice muffled as you try to disappear into a coat that is already occupied. You glance up from the fluffy collar and look at Sanji and Brook, both of whom are pointedly looking away from you. The attempt to spare your feelings is appreciated.

Camp was created, food at, and you slept again. The next day you were walking under your own power, and trying not to think about anything to do with the island. Not the revelation in the cave, nor the fact that you had clung to the demon swordsman in your sleep. Such thoughts could be sorted out when you got back to the Sunny.

The revelation especially, since the other clues had been copied and were located on the ship. You were equal parts curious and nervous about having the chance to read them, but whatever impact they had on you wouldn’t be something you’d know until you got back.

Two days later you were nearly back. A few more hours of marching through the snow and you’d back aboard. The journey back had been much quieter than the march to the mountain. You didn’t know if the somber mood was normal, or if everyone was just trying to give you a break. You didn’t have the heart to ask.

The wind shifts suddenly, and you can feel the soft sting of cold nip your nose as sharp lines of cold whip past the six of you. Flurries come from nowhere as the skies are clear, the flakes of snow so big that you can almost make out the individual shapes of each one. A shiver of ice, a glimmer of reflected sun – the long comfortable prickle of winter magic skipping across your fingers.

You stopped walking, murmuring a quiet, “Wait.” As the rest of the group comes to a halt with you.

There it was again, the crackle of magic, the familiar feeling. Barely a foot off the snow, practically at shoulder height, and a mere few yards away from you it was gathering. Coalescing into a tangible circle, crystals in the middle of it hardening into an icy reflective surface that seemed to be a mirror before the spell finished and you could see through the center of the portal.

Just as before, your legs move before you are aware of your own actions. The familiar faces of Lucaren Winternight, Archduke of Winternight, and Lady Elizabeth Winternight, Duchess of the same, are looking back at you. They are in good health; their faces are bright, and their smiles warm your heart. You’re pushing through the snow to reach them.

“My Lord! My Lady!”

“(Y/N)! We’re sorry it took so long!” Lucaren calls out, his hand pressed against the edge of the portal. “We wanted to make sure it wouldn’t cause another ice pillar to form before we tried again.”

You’re shaking your head, you had just a few feet left to go. “It’s quite alright, I have been in good com… pany.” You stop, a tightness in your chest, and turn back toward the others. Five members of a ten-man crew are standing right where you left them. All of them are watching you with smiles on their faces.

Chopper looks to be ready to cry, the poor young soft-hearted doctor, but he’s holding himself steady. Brook and Luffy and Sanji are okay with your choice, but you can see the quiet pangs on each of their faces. You had been in their company for nearly a month, and bonds had formed.

Though not quite like they had with Zoro – the small smile on his face is unusual, but you know what it means. You know how that expression feels because you can feel yourself returning it.

There was more there whether or not you wanted there to be, but this was the inevitable outcome. This was what you wanted, and this was what he promised.

You risk the seconds needed and bow deeply. “THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING!”

You turn and run for the portal, plowing through the snow as though you could still push it aside, fingers reaching for your Lord and Lady. You had to move quickly before your resolve waivered, before your growing desire to stay overpowered your desperate need to return home.

Your fingers touch the portal, and you feel the winter magic connect with your body and soul.

#x reader #reader insert #one piece fanfiction #roronoa zoro x reader #zoro x reader #Thrice Prophesized #grandline metro au

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Happily Ever After

Chapter 5: Attack

Links: Chapters 1, 2, 3, 4, Also on A03

Roman woke up to a sharp yelling in his ears. “That dragon tamer is going to send out all the dragons to attack the kingdom! Prince Roman knew he couldn’t trust him from the moment he met him!” his narrator cried out. His narrator seemed extra loud today. Almost as if the person was right here with him.

Roman rolled out of bed, making Virgil fall on the floor with him.

“What the hell.” Virgil grumbled out. “It’s way too early for this.” Virgil mumbled, scrambling to his feet.

“My narrator said that Logan is going to release the dragons and told them to attack the city,” Roman said quickly. “We have to stop him.”

“Wait! Roman!” Virgil called out after him.

“Prince Roman wasn’t waiting,” the narrator stated. “For he had to stop the problem before it became worse.”

Virgil rushed out of the room after Roman, only to run into Janus and Remus in the hall outside.

“What the hell is happening!? I can hear that fucking narrator again!” Janus groaned.

Remus had his hands covering his ears. “I haven’t heard his loud ass annoying voice in years!” he shouted, not hearing the volume of his voice.

“You both hear him too? And that voice belongs to the narrator you both have?” Virgil asked.

“Yes, it’s weird, now what are you getting at?” Janus snapped.

“We all have the same narrator and for some reason he’s no longer confined to being a voice in our head! That means he’s probably stronger and I don’t know what’s happening” Virgil yelled in a panicked voice.

“He’s going to control the dragons!” Janus figured. “And he’s trying to blame it on Logan!”

“Where’s Roman!?” Remus asked.

“He ran off, probably to do something stupid!” Virgil grabbed fistfulls of his hair as his breath grew shallow.

“I’ll stop my bro!” Remus yelled, running down the hall.

Janus grabbed one of Virgil’s right shoulder with his free hand and squeezed gently. “Virgil, look at me. I need you to breathe, Virgil. Everything is going to be alright.”

Virgil nodded and took a few deep breaths until his breathing became normal.

“Perfect. You’re doing so well. Just a few more. Remus will stop Roman. Logan will be okay and we’ll deal with everything happening very soon. Just keep breathing.”

Janus’s calming and soothing voice and the pressure on his shoulders helped to ground Virgil.

Once Virgil’s breathing was calmed down enough to speak, he gently took Janus’s hands off his shoulders. “Thanks… Dee.”

Janus flinched at the fake name. It hadn’t seemed normal coming from Virgil, but he brushed it off because there were more important things to attend to. “Alright,” he sighed. “Let’s go find and stop that dumbass.” he smiled.

The two ran off down the hallway, running past Patton who was just coming out of his room. “What’s going on? Why is he so loud? What is Roman doing?” he mumbled out a bunch of questions, still too tired to figure out what was happening.

Virgil and Janus ran outside. Roman and Remus were standing in the streets, but Logan wasn’t anywhere in sight.

“Okay. I’ll talk to Roman. You try to find Logan.” Virgil told Janus. Janus just nodded and ran off.

Virgil ran towards Roman and Remus. “Virgil!” Roman exclaimed. “This doesn’t make any sense, right!? Logan’s a script-breaker and can’t be in a story, right!?”

Virgil looked out at Thera and gaped in horror. The sky was filled with dark clouds over the small town.

“Yeah, that’s right, Ro-bro.” Remus said.

“So, what’s going on then?” Roman asked no one in particular. He was just confused. This was all too much to take in this early in the morning.

Remus put a hand on Roman’s shoulder. “We’re gonna get this all sorted out. Don’t you worry.”

“It’s not that!” Roman yelled, fully shaking now. “I was brainwashed since I was born, controlled, and fed propaganda for my entire life! Now all of a sudden everything seems wrong, but the narrator is still telling me that all of this is the right thing, like Logan is the antagonist. It doesn’t make any sense.”

“The world isn’t black and white! You do what feels right to you!” Remus told him, voice still loud and hands still covering his ears.

“How am I supposed to fight a bunch of dragons!? Or a disembodied voice in the sky!?” Roman yelled.

“No one ever said the right thing was the easy thing!” Remus told him.

“I’ll help however I can, Roman.” Virgil told him.

“Remus!” Logan yelled.

The three looked over at Logan’s voice. His eyes were bright orange, brighter than a usual script-follower’s eyes when the narrator talks to them. Janus and Patton were helping Logan walk over to the three. He was obviously in pain.

“Did you know this would happen?” Janus asked. The pieces were coming together. He was so set on something like this happening and soon.

“Yes.” Logan told them.

“The villain admitted it!” A lighting strike struck the ground as the narrator spoke.

“I knew the narrator would do this. It just needed a few more people. The more people that would do what he said, the more power he has over the area. Hence why they brought Roman and Virgil here.” Logan explained.

“But how did this happen?” Janus asked him.

“It’s my fault.” Logan said.

“I didn’t ask who’s fault this was. I asked how this happened.” Janus repeated.

“Generations ago. My family was cursed to follow narrators. Generations ago, my family also figured out they could break their scripts. Doing so caused the narrator to get a hold of everyone else. Like they released him.” Logan explained, his eyes shut tight from the horrible pain in his head.

“So…” Roman started. “Your family was cursed, and when they broke that curse, the narrators then took hold of everyone else. How come the narrator isn’t in our heads anymore?” Roman asked, pacing around Logan who was currently on his knees. Patton was sitting beside him, rubbing Logan’s back gently.

“He can only do so much at once. Amplifying his voice over the town and creating lightning bolts is taking up too much energy.” Logan told him.

Janus nodded in understanding. “So the narrator now has control in this whole area because he’s been sending script-followers here to cause trouble. Fantastic. We’re fucked.” Janus groaned.

“Not exactly.” Logan said. “I was able to plan this out and with your help I think we can do this.”

“You think!?” Virgil yelled.

“Nothing is a hundred percent certain, Virgil. There’s always a possibility for something especially in the world we live in. Here’s what I can tell you three about the plan-”

A loud clash of metal sounded out, making Remus flinch and look up to see some of the dragons flying and storming out of the enclosure. Some of the wire debris flew through the air. He saw a large piece of jagged wire coming at them.

Remus swore as he pushed Roman and Virgil away as the piece of wire landed between those two and the rest of the party.

The narrator laughed, and sent down another orange lighting bolt. Remus put his hands over his ears again.

“We need to get some shelter.” Patton said.

“Plan first.” Logan said.

As Logan opened his mouth to explain the plan to everyone, a stream of fire touched the ground. One of the dragons that had escaped the enclosure was coming after Roman and Virgil.

“Run!” Logan yelled at them.

Virgil didn’t think anything other than getting Roman and himself to safety. He grabbed Roman’s hand and sprinted away from the oncoming danger. The rest of the party fled in the opposite direction.

“Okay,” Roman panted as he ran. His mind was still racing, trying to piece everything together. “The narrator has complete control over the town. He wants to kill off the script-breakers. To truly stop him, we have to break a curse, which we have no idea what that was and it happened generations ago!” Roman yelled.

“So we can’t really stop him, can we?” Virgil gripped Roman’s hand tighter.

Roman thought for a moment. “No,” he said suddenly, almost as if a lightbulb went off over his head. “We have to break his script. The narrator has this all planned out. If we can break his script, we ruin his happily ever after.”

“You finally figured it out, huh?” The narrator’s voice boomed loudly with the thunder he caused. He and Virgil both looked up at the dark sky as they ducked in an alleyway between two tall buildings.

A flash of orange lit up the cloudy sky, then a loud thunderous boom rumbled the very Earth as rain flooded downward. “And here I thought you were dumb enough to follow all of my directions blindly. After all, you were dumb enough to forget you had a twin brother just because I told you never to mention him.” The narrator laughed at him.

Roman looked up at the dark sky. He struggled to see past the heavy rain, but it looked as if the weather pattern was only around Thera. Logan was right. The narrator had complete control over the town, but only the town.

“We have to get out of here.” Virgil told him, snapping Roman back to reality. He grabbed Roman’s hand tightly. He was shaking.

“No,” Roman said. “I was the one who tipped the scales. I was the last script-follower he needed to be able to control the town. He could destroy the whole town and everyone who lives here if someone doesn’t do something, Virgil!” he struggled to be heard over the thunder and rain.

“It doesn’t have to be you. It rarely ever has to be you!? Why are you so stupid, Roman!?” Virgil yelled.

Virgil was glad that the rain covered the tears running down his face. He just got comfortable with the idea of living happily ever after with his Roman, and now it would all be stripped away by the narrator that’s been controlling his life. It didn’t matter whether or not he followed his script or not, this was the destiny his narrator planned out for him. Losing his friends and probably getting killed.

“If it wasn’t me, it would’ve been someone else. It will be someone else if we leave. I can’t let that happen, Virgil. I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be. Because I’m going to be by your side through this whether you like it or not.” Virgil told him.

“There’s no arguing with you on this, is there, stormcloud?”

Virgil shook his head, fiercely.

“I’ve been planning this attack for generations! As soon as I found out that those reckless fools were conspiring against law and order! Do you have any idea how pissed off I was!? No one ever listens to me! Except for a few mindless creatures…” the narrator began laughing.

Virgil and Roman watched as the dragon flew through the sky above the alleyway. They needed to start running again.

A bright stream of fire was sent towards them by the dragon above them. They started running again.

Fighting the dragons would stop the people who lived here from getting hurt. They would set the whole place on fire, killing hundreds. Script-breakers and script-followers. Not only that, but if they were able to win this fight the narrator’s script would break.

A few more dragons joined them. They were the new additions to Logan’s dragon enclosure, including the one Janus was so attached to.

“Mindless beings will do anything I tell them to. Don’t you remember when you were like that, Roman!?” the narrator yelled.

Roman lifted his shield to deflect the stream of fire being blasted at them. One of the dragons landed right in front of them and it looked to be the largest one of the three escaped dragons.

“Shit. Run!” Virgil grabbed Roman’s hand. Roman kept up the shield while running nearly backwards. The dragons followed them, each step shaking the ground.

Virgil’s foot caught on a loose stone in the pathway. He fell, bringing Roman down with him. Roman held Virgil close and pushed the shield against the stream of fire the dragons blew at them. The metal of the shield heated up quicker than Roman expected. It started to burn his hand after a while. He couldn’t keep this up forever. Just when they thought they were done for, a blue light surrounded them.

The two closed their eyes. They were surrounded by cool air. No longer fighting against a hot flame, the shield Roman was holding cooled down. They opened up their eyes again to see the rest of their party.

“Are you two okay!?” Patton asked them, worriedly checking them over for any burns or other injuries.

“We’re fine, Pat. Uhh, what happened? Did you do that?” Virgil asked him, standing on his feet once more. He held out his hand to Roman, who took it and stood with him.

“Yeah… I saw you two getting attacked and I teleported you two in here.” Patton explained.

“What are we going to do about… all of that?” Roman asked, gesturing to one of the windows in Logan’s library looking out at the few dragons breathing fire on the town.

“I explained the plan to Janus and Remus last night already. They know what to do. I just need you two to hold off the dragons.”

“You need them to do what now!?” Patton yelled.

“I second that. There’s no way in hell-” Virgil started.

“Roman said he was okay with this.” Logan told Patton calmly.

“But-”

“It’s fine, Patton. I’m sure they have a good plan. There’s only three of them out there as far as I can tell anyway.” Roman waved him off. He was terrified of course, but he was a prince. It was his job to protect the people with a brave face.

“Now that the narrator has limited power to specific people, he can’t eavesdrop on you, Patton. Since I have your help and magic now, they won’t be holding them off for long. I don’t want to go into any more detail than I have to. Roman and Virgil, I have two fireproof suits outside the dragon enclosure. One is mine and the other is Patton’s. They’re most likely to be a little loose on the two of you, but it’s better than nothing.”

“Got it.” Virgil said. “Come on, princey.”

The party ran out the house, determined and serious. Roman watched as Remus and Janus split off from the group. They disappeared from view as the rest of them went to the dragon enclosure.

“Alright, put these on.” Logan told them. He handed his suit to Virgil since Virgil was only slightly shorter than himself. Patton handed his suit to Roman. He was shorter than Roman, but fatter. Like Logan predicted, they didn’t fit perfectly, but they would do in a pinch.

“Now go and hold them off. I really wish I could tell you more.” Logan said to them. He handed Roman a shield quickly.

“I trust you.” Roman told them, scrambling to hold the shield and look somewhat confident.

“If I die, I’m coming back as a ghost and being an absolute dick to you.” Virgil told them.

“Ghosts aren’t real, but fair enough.” Logan waved them off.

“Wait, take these. I made some sleeping potions. Logan told me they would be needed.” Patton gave them a burlap bag with three glass bottles… and a communication stone. The liquid inside the glass bottles was shiny and almost clear with a slight blue tint.

Virgil and Roman ran away to find the dragons and stop them from wreaking any more havoc, leaving Logan and Patton by the broken enclosure.

“How are we supposed to hold off all three!?” Virgil asked.

“I don’t know!” Roman told him. “I didn’t really have a plan!”

“What else is new!?” Virgil exclaimed.

“We can’t go for all three at once, obviously, what if we trapped them somewhere or led them away from the others and fight them one at a time!?”

“Trap a dragon!? Run away from one of them trying to burn us alive!? Because that went so well a few minutes ago!”

“It had longer legs,” Roman argued. “Why don’t you throw out some ideas!?”

“Not dying is a great idea I think. Top of my list, even!” Virgil fired back at him.

“Okay, the biggest issue with fighting dragons is the fire, yeah? It’s raining, isn’t it? We can get them to look up. The water will extinguish the fire and we can get it to drink the potion.” Roman told him.

As soon as the words left Roman’s mouth, the narrator had sent out a strike of orange lightning and stopped the rain entirely.

“It’s not raining anymore…” Virgil pointed out.

“Fuck.”

The ground shook underneath them, telling them that a dragon was nearby.

“Okay, new plan. I’ll get them to fire at me, and you throw the potion in its mouth.” Roman told him. He grabbed Virgil’s sword in his hilt and started running towards the loud dragon’s roar.

“That’s a terrible plan!” Virgil yelled.

“It’s the only one we have right now.” Roman said, raising the sword and shield.

Virgil ran off to go around the building, leaving Roman to face the dragon alone.

The dragon rounded the corner of the building, spotting Roman almost immediately. This dragon had torn wings, so it couldn’t fly like the other two. That would be a huge disadvantage for it. It opened its mouth, showing a few embers that made Roman crouch down and lift the shield to protect most of his body. Flames surrounded him, but he hardly felt a thing, thanks to the fireproof suit.

The flames disappeared, and the dragon started to turn around. “Eyes on me!” Roman stood up from his crouch and pointed the sword at the dragon. He didn’t want to hurt it, but he couldn’t let it hurt Virgil either. After a moment of hesitation, he slashed the dragon’s leg with Virgil’s sword. The cut was barely deep enough to cause serious damage, but the pain still got its attention.

The dragon used its tail to sweep Roman off his feet, knocking him down. He kneeled over, clutching his left foot where the dragon’s tail hit the hardest. The dragon had put some distance between them.

Roman watched as Virgil jumped onto the dragon’s back with a potion in his hand. He grabbed the horns for stability, as he struggled to stay out of view. It stood on its hind legs and tried to tilt its head back to shoot a stream of fire at Virgil.

Virgil waited until the fire died out, wrapped his legs around the dragon's neck and dug his heels in to keep himself from falling. He let go of its horns and swung around to be hanging from its neck and down its belly.

Roman stood up and ran full speed toward the dragon and jumped on its back, mimicking what Virgil did to keep the dragon’s head up.

Another stream of fire shot up at the sky. Roman and Virgil heard another dragon roar in the sky. Another dragon was coming at them. They could barely take on one dragon. They needed to get this one to sleep quickly before the other dragon had the chance to stop them.

The stream of fire died down, and Virgil took this opportunity to pull himself up, and pour the potion down the dragon’s throat. He quickly released his legs, falling a few feet, landing on his back.

The dragon swayed back and forth, trying to stay awake as long as possible. Virgil scrambled to get out of the way before it fell down into a slumber on the cobblestone road.

Roman jumped off the dragon’s back, just to be nearly scorched by the flying dragon’s flame. He pressed up against the dragon to get as much distance away from the fire as he could. The dragon fell over, nearly landing on Virgil.

“Are you alright!?” Roman called out at him.

“I’m good. Glad that dragon is smaller though. I’ve also never been more glad I went through all the knight training.” Virgil told him, pointing at the dragon.

The next dragon they would have to fight would be the one Janus was so attached to. The first dragon they put to sleep had a broken wing and couldn’t fly. This dragon had two broken legs and had to fly. Even though it was smaller in size, it had the advantage of being in the sky.

“Oh, we are so fucked,” Virgil said. “How are we even supposed to get on her level?”

She fired a stream of fire at Virgil this time, who quickly dived out of the way and avoided getting burned, just barely.

“No clue.” Roman said. “Maybe just wait for her to come to us?”

“Please tell me you’re joking.” Virgil said

He grabbed his sword back from Roman then double checked that the bag of potions was secured tightly to his belt and nothing inside was broken. He grabbed Roman’s hand and started running to find some sort of shelter. The two didn’t get very far. The dragon was faster than them while she was in the air.

She flew ahead in front of them and hovered a few feet above the ground, before shooting a stream of fire at them. Roman was able to raise the shield and keep them both safe.

“We gotta get her grounded.” Roman said.

The flames subsided and Virgil looked around them for any ideas. “I got nothing.” he said.

The dragon was circling around them. Roman walked around Virgil in order to put himself between him and the dragon.

“Wait. Over there!” Virgil pointed at something. Roman tried to follow the direction, but the dragon spit out another stream of fire.

He heard Virgil hiss in pain behind him. “You okay, mi amour?” he asked.

“Yeah, I-I’m okay.” Virgil lied. His hand had gotten burned. The fireproof suit had protected it a little, but the burn was still pretty serious.

The fire subsided, and Roman took this opportunity to look At Virgil’s injury. “You don’t look okay! Don’t say you’re okay when you’re not!” he scolded.

“It’s not as bad as it could’ve been. It’s not lethal and it’s not the biggest problem right now. Logan’s smart. I’ll have him look at it later.” Virgil used his left hand to raise Roman’s shield again to protect them from another stream of fire.

“There’s a rope ladder on that green house. We can use it as a lasso and bring the dragon to the ground long enough to pour the sleeping potion down her throat.” Virgil said.

“What about the narrator? Won’t they know the plan now?” Roman asked. Raising his shield again to protect them from another blast of fire. He was glad for the fireproof suit. The shield didn’t seem hot in the slightest through the gloves.

“The dragon has to be close enough to attack us, close enough for us to attack her.” Virgil told him.

Roman nodded. “Alright. Let’s just make a break for it then. Careful with your hand.” he warned. Virgil nodded.

The two started running towards the greenhouse hand in hand so as to not get separated. The dragon followed them, breathing fire all the way. Roman kept his shield up protecting them and let Virgil guide the way.

They made it to the greenhouse without any further injuries. The dragon started flying up, but Virgil put the sword in his mouth and scaled the rope ladder with ease and pulled it up onto the roof with him, cutting it so it was no longer attached to the greenhouse. He quickly threw one end of the rope at the dragon and just missed. Cursing, he pulled the rope ladder back toward him

Fire was blasted at him by her. Roman watched from the ground, worriedly. Virgil slid down the glass roof to avoid the fire and held himself up with only his left hand, sword in his mouth again and ladder swung over his shoulder. The dragon paused the fire stream for a moment, taking aim at Roman.

Roman raised his shield while Virgil pulled himself on the glass ceiling again, taking aim.

He threw the ladder, catching one of her horns between two rungs this time. He jumped off the roof in an attempt to bring her to the ground.

Roman saw this and quickly ran over, grabbed the ladder as well and pulled with all his might.

The two were able to get the dragon on the ground.

Roman let go of the ladder and took one of the sleeping potions out of the burlap bag attached to Virgil’s belt. He ran over to the dragon, prepared to dump the contents of the potion down her throat.

She wasn’t going down without a fight though, mouth open ready to burn Roman. Virgil ran over to the two after quickly tying the ends of the rope ladder to a fence.

He grabbed the neck of the dragon and tilted the head to avoid Roman getting burned. After the fire subsided, Roman took the opportunity to dump the sleeping potion in her mouth.

Before she had the chance to fall asleep, she lashed out with her claws, slashing Virgil across the chest.

Virgil fell to the ground with her, clutching at his chest and dropping his sword. “Hey, hey, hey,” he said. “Please don’t leave me.”

“I’ll be fine. The last dragon is the biggest one. We can take it down as soon as possible and-”

“You’re not in any condition to fight.” Roman told him. He tried to put pressure on the three slash marks on Virgil’s chest to no avail. The blood was still coming out of him and fast. “Please don’t leave me.” Roman repeated.

“You can’t get rid of me that easily.” Virgil told him. His beautiful brown eyes started to get plagued with orange specks. This was his happily ever after. Roman held Virgil tighter.

“Virgil!” someone shouted.

Roman looked over to see Janus and Remus with a bunch of people. They must have been put on evacuation duty.

Janus ran over to Virgil and cradled Virgil’s head in his lap.

“Hey, Dee.” Virgil said weakly.

“None of that now. No last words. And you know my name, you bastard, use it.”

Virgil chuckled weakly. “Janus-”

“Shut the fuck up. No last words, dumbass.”

Remus ran over and scooped up Virgil in their arms. “I’ll drop him off with Logan and Patton. You get those fuckers out of here. Roman, you take care of the last dragon alone. I’ll beat the shit out of Logan when I see him, cuz I’m not gonna let Logan’s poorly thought out plan be the death of Virgil.”

“Got it.” Roman said. He pulled the burlap sack off of Virgil’s belt, and grabbed the sword on the ground.

Janus went back to the group and Roman left to face the final dragon who was currently burning down an entire road of houses.

Remus, who had Virgil in his arms, ran as fast as he could, which was not very fast. He was bringing him to Logan. He said he had a plan for everything that could go wrong, including one of his best friends getting injured.

“Sorry.” Virgil mumbled.

“For dying? You should be. Now shut up.” Remus told him. Virgil listened and stopped talking, focusing more on keeping pressure on his wounds and staying calm.

Remus looked down at him to make sure he was still breathing. “I changed my mind. Keep talking.” he said.

Virgil chuckled weakly. “I wish I never left sometimes. I do love Roman, but I feel like I missed so much.” he said between gasps of breath.

“We can fill you in,” Remus told him. “If I get to third wheel on your future dates.”

Virgil only chuckled weakly only to tense up with pain from the slashed and the burned hand.

Roman was facing the last dragon. Not only did it have the size advantage being three times Roman’s size, but it was also flying in the air. Roman didn’t see any physical injuries like the last two with the injured legs and wings respectively.

“Listen to me, Roman. You could stop all of this. I could have Virgil make a miraculous recovery.” the narrator told him. “Who tamed these dragons? The brave Prince Roman thought to himself. That’s who must be making the dragons go crazy! All you have to do is kill him. He’s done enough damage to this town, don’t you think!? He caused all of this. He said so himself.” the narrator yelled.

Roman wasn’t stupid. He knew the narrator was lying. He was trying to gain his trust and make him turn against Logan. When he said Logan had done enough damage, he wasn’t talking about the dragons. He was talking about spreading the truth about how manipulative the narrator was. This whole town didn’t follow his orders and he was losing control over them.

That being said, the narrator did still have all his power centralized over this town. The dark clouds overhead showed this. He could save Virgil if he wanted to. He could also hurt Virgil even more if he wanted.

“Alright.” Roman said.

“Now drop the shield” the narrator told him.

Well, Roman couldn’t do that. He had to think of something else.

“Yes, it’s very simple. I drop my shield, you fix everything, and I get to live happily ever after. But that is what a fool would think. You are not a fool. Once I drop my shield, you go back on your promises. But you counted on my thinking that you are not a fool, so you have thought of a plan to keep gaining my trust even after I drop a shield because you know I can still do damage to you without my .” Roman said quickly.

“What are you on about?” the narrator asked. The dragon had stopped in its tracks clearly showing the narrator's confusion. “You’re stalling!”

“You would like to think that, because that would tell you that I don’t know what I’m doing and therefore would make me the fool. But it’s actually you who is the fool because-”

Roman turned away and sprinted as fast as possible and the dragons sent a stream of fire at him.

“Shit. Shit. Shit. Worst idea ever. Why wasn’t Virgil here to stop me!?” Roman asked himself, panicking.

Roman felt the heat on his heels as he ran away ducking and dodging around anything and everything he could.

The bag attached to his belt started glowing. “Please tell me that the last glass bottle didn’t break. Because this is so not the time for magic mishaps!” Roman yelled.

A voice came from inside the bag. “Me and Logan fixed the dragon enclosure. Lead the dragon back in here!” Patton’s voice told him.

Of course it was the communication stone.

“Perfect time, padre!” Roman smiled. It was almost over. He would get to see Virgil again and put all of this behind him.

Lightning struck down on Thera several times. Thunder rumbled around Roman, making him unsteady on his feet. Determination and adrenaline rushed through him. Just a few moments away. This will all be over and Virgil will be okay and he can live happily ever after. The very thing he wanted as a child and grew to despise but tolerate as he grew older.

Roman’s breath grew heavy and shallow, his muscles weak. He slid underneath an abandoned wagon and struggled to stand back up. The dragon enclosure was almost there. He had almost made it. He was almost there.

The dragon landed in front of him, opened his mouth and sent a stream of fire at him. Roman lifted his shield which felt heavier than it was and took a sharp right. He ran around the building, which the dragon just lit on fire.

He felt bad for the damage being dealt to Thera, but it was all for the best. The narrator would fail in his mission and then everything would be okay.

Hopefully, they could still rebuild. The damage done to Thera, but most importantly the damage narrators have done to the people.

The house had given Roman just enough cover, and he was able to duck inside the newly fixed up dragon enclosure, before the large dragon could swivel around and burn him. The sprinkler system inside would keep him safe. No more plot convenient broken systems. The narrator would be too tired after how much he was doing to Thera with the dragons.

The dragon quickly followed him inside and tried to send out a stream of fire. Just like Roman thought, the fire was extinguished. The sprinkler system wasn’t much of a sprinkle, more of a soak. Had to be extreme to take out dragon fires of course. His hair got soaked because of the sprinkler system, but he was way too exhausted to care.

“Dumb dragons! That was a trap!” the narrator yelled

“Falsehood!” Logan yelled, his eyes still a bright glowing orange. His fists were clenched at his side. Roman never could have guessed he was this passionate about dragons. “Dragons are exceptionally smart creatures. It’s you who make their actions dumb. You forced them to follow Roman at any cost, did you not?”

“I’ll get you back for this!” the narrator screamed. “This is not the last of me, not even close! There’s more script-followers out there! I’ll gain my energy back! Just you wait! I’ll be back!”

The lightning and thunder suddenly disappeared along with the narrator’s screaming voice. Would he be back?

Logan helped Roman up. His strength was back and he could see clearly now that the orange glow in his eyes was gone. “Where’s Virgil?” Roman asked him. “He’s perfectly okay. Patton’s been taking care of him in my guest room- and you’re gone.”

Roman took off to find Virgil, leaving Logan alone in the enclosure. It was perfectly fine now that the dragon was no longer under the narrator’s control.

Roman found the guest room Logan was talking about. It was the one they had been in last night. Virgil was laying in bed, wrapped in bandages and his usual black and purple cloak. “Oh thank the stars, you’re okay!” he ran to Virgil and wrapped his arms around him as best he could, since Virgil was laying down.

“Of course I’m okay, dumbass. It takes way more than a dragon to take me down. I’ve been training to protect you since I joined the knights.” Virgil smiled at him, returning the hug.

“I’m sure my healing potion helped and it wasn’t all training.” Patton said.

“Nah. That doesn’t seem right. It was all pure strength and spite.” Virgil laughed.

“Oh just shut up and let me love you.” As much as Roman missed Virgil, he was careful not to agitate any lingering wounds not yet healed from the potion Patton gave him.

Virgil only smiled, ducking his head into Roman’s shoulder. It was a nice, calm moment, especially after all the shit that went down moments before.

“I changed my mind. Keep talking. Your voice is beautiful.” Roman told him.

Virgil laughed. “You really are Remus’s twin.”

“I missed you so much, mi amor.” Roman said. He sat down next to where Virgil lay.

“Oh!” Patton exclaimed. “I uhh, think I hear Logan calling me.” he quickly ducked out of the room to give the two some space.

Virgil’s face was dusted with pink. “I missed you too, doofus. I was really worried about you.” he told Roman, looking away from him at the wall.

“I was worried about you too. And I was worried that I might never get to tell you something.” Roman took a deep breath, then looked into Virgil’s eyes. The only person he could actually make eye contact with.

“Yeah?” Virgil looked back over at Roman.

“I want to spend my happily ever after with you.” Roman told him.

“I-I.. Like… uhh…” Virgil stumbled over his words. He imagined this scenario in his head more than he’d like to admit. Surely, Roman didn’t mean that though. There was no way Roman liked him like that. There weren't any signs that Roman liked him as much as Virgil liked Roman.

“Like friends?” Virgil looked at him, scanning his face for any signs that Virgil was wrong about Roman just wanting to be friends. He really hoped he was wrong.

“Ah, no. Not what I meant, but if you’d want-” Roman started.

“No!” Virgil yelled, much too loudly that it scared himself and Roman. “I’d like to be more.” He turned away to look at the wall again.

Roman hugged Virgil once more. Virgil wrapped his arms around Roman who in return pressed a small kiss to his forehead. Virgil laughed and smiled. This was a happily ever after he never thought he would get to have.

The door burst open, making Virgil jump in the air and separating from Roman’s embrace. Remus had kicked down the door because his arms were full. “I’m back!” he shouted.

“Virgil, I don’t think you should be doing any… strenuous activities right now.” Remus told him, wiggling his eyebrows

“Oh fuck you.” Virgil sighed.

Remus was carrying a few cups of water. “Patton said you need to hydrate!” he shouted.

Janus walked into the room shortly after him, eyeing the door now on the ground. “You can stop shouting now. The narrator is gone. There’s no one to talk over except us.”

Remus ignored him while he pushed a cup of water into Virgil’s hands. “Drink.”

Virgil quickly started drinking the water. “Happy?” he asked, once the water had been depleted.

Remus nodded. “So… what were you two doing before I walked in?” Remus sat down on the bed crossing his legs and placing his head in his hands.

“Oh shut up.” Roman told him, playfully pushing him away.

“Virgil said I could third-wheel!” Remus laughed.

“Once you fill me in on everything I missed out on.” Virgil told him.

“Now that you nearly died on us. We’re going to have to have you tell us everything we missed in your life, Virgil.” Janus told him, sitting on the dresser next to the bed.

“Especially the embarrassing moments!” Remus shouted out.

“Absolutely not. Virgil’s honor means everything to me.” Roman defended him.

“Your brother peed his pants during one of his choir performances as a kid.” Virgil told Remus with no hesitation.

“Virgil!” Roman gasped out.

Remus cackled loudly while Janus stifled laughter through his gloved hand.

Roman smiled widely, embarrassed or not, he was happy he got his happily ever after. It was exactly what he wanted, just not quite what he expected. He had his true love, a reunited family, and some new friends. What more could he ask for?

#my writing #sanders sides #I told you he was fine #prinxiety #roman sanders #virgil sanders #patton sanders #remus sanders #janus sanders #logan sanders #fantasy au #human au

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4emfox · 1 month

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Tasteful Was Never My Style

I was born a very free-spirited kid; never a full tomboy, never a full girly girl — though I dabbled in both. However, I was always a tree-huggin’, animal lovin’ hippie. Constantly dirty, always outside, building forts in the woods, and trying my best to connect with the wildlife around me.

As a very free-spirited kindergartner, I saw a beautiful Black woman with teeny, tiny braids in her hair and immediately envisioned myself with the same, little braids — I had never seen anything like them and I was drooling over their uniqueness (context: true diversity was rare where I grew up in Utah). I didn’t just want them. They had become a representation of my authenticity. I had to have them. Needed them.

My mom typically humored my eccentric, harmless requests so she went to the store, bought a bunch of colorful rubber bands, then spent the better part of 2 hours braiding teeny, tiny braids in my hair.

I loved the feeling of power that swelled within me once the braids were complete. Something I had envisioned had come to pass. I couldn’t stop touching them. I was so excited to share my hair with my friends when the carpool came the next morning for kindergarten, I could hardly sleep.

Sleep found me and morning came; I threw on some clothes, packed my backpack, hugged my mom goodbye and shot out the door to hop into the trunk of the station wagon that was waiting for me outside. When I popped into the car, my best friends Teresa and Stephen had already been picked up…and my nemesis, Whitney. Stephen and Teresa were up front which left Whitney and I in the trunk alone (ahem…for those parents who might be freaking out right now, these were open, wagon trunks. Granted, there were no seat belts, but we could breathe — [insert shrug here]).

Upon seeing my hair, Whitney immediately blurted, “I don’t like your hair”. I had never been faced with cattiness before. Ever. For the record, I don’t care if you’re 5 or 95; if you can’t say anything nice (unless it’s completely honest and it’s holding someone accountable for some terrible bullshit they pulled on you and calling them out makes you feel empowered [takes deep breath]), don’t say anything at all. I furrowed my brows and thought for a second — sincerely. I wasn’t angry. Then very honestly and thoughtfully I responded with my squeaky, five-year-old voice, “Well…I like it. My mom likes it. And we don’t really care what you think.”

Right after the Braid Incident, my teachers figured out I couldn’t see shit. I was getting in trouble all the time for chatting to my neighbors because I was nearly legally blind and unable to focus on anything happening at the front of the class. That, and I was going cross-eyed to focus on the board.

My mom took me to a pediatric ophthalmologist, and sure enough, I was severely far-sighted. We started trying on various, tasteful frames — but tasteful was never my style. I then laid my blind eyes upon the most beautiful, weird, exciting sight my eyes had ever “seen”: light opaque pink, Mini-Mouse-themed, thick-as-fuck frames. I had to have them.

I have two words to accurately describe what my intense prescription did to the lenses: coke-bottle. Think Professor Trelawney in the Harry Potter movies. I was a mini version of her. And totally comfortable in those weird-ass shoes.

#short story #authenticity #braids

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yespleasetommyshelby · 3 years

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Temporary - Oscar Diaz imagine Part 6

Previously...

"De nada princesa." He winked before stepping out into the yard, a chorus of 'spooky!' coming from the Santos as he closed the door behind him.

A cough from beside me brought me back to earth, turning to see three sets of eyes on me, Ruby and Jamal looking as though I'd killed somebody right then and there and Cesar with a knowing smirk on his face.

"What?" I asked innocently.

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"What did you do?" Jamal asked, still stood staring at me with wide eyes.

"I have never, ever, seen an actual smile on that guys face." Ruby muttered, watching the front door as though Oscar would magically walk through it any second.

"He's got a point." Cesar added making my eyes move to him. "He's my brother and I've never heard him call anyone 'princesa' before, let alone offer to let a girl stay over with no repayment, if you get what I mean." He smirked as he looked at me, his eyes holding a knowing glint.

"Maybe I just have that effect on people." I shrugged with a slight laugh. "Anyway, what's this about a school dance?" I asked in attempt to change the subject.

"It's on Friday and we're gunna get freaky with it." Jamal sung as he moved his hips in what I think was supposed to be a 'sexy' way.

"Okay, that's gross." I stated pointing at the younger boy as he slowly stopped dancing, crossing his arms before flopping down on the couch besides me.

"What is with you people and throwing water on my flame?" He groaned to himself.

"Jamal, baby, you need to have a flame for someone to put it out." I spoke with false sympathy, laughing as he rolled his eyes and mimicked me.

"How were the school dances in Cali?" Ruby asked leaning against the kitchen counter as he watched me.

"Uh, I didn't actually go to any." I shrugged thinking back to how me and Jess would just take a couple bites down to the beach and drink the night away.

"You didn't go? Like, to any?" Cesar asked with a surprised look on his face.

"Not that I remember no, I used to just go down to the beach and get drunk." I shrugged with a small smile.

"You should come." He continued making me look up to him in slight confusion. "To our dance." He clarified with a smirk.

"Oh, well in case you haven't realised I finished school a couple years ago, and I didn't even go to yours." I smiled at his offer.

"So? We can bring dates from other schools, or not from school at all, this is freeridge, it's a pretty relaxed deal." He shrugged, the smirk still on his face.

"I'm not sure that's going to a school dance with a fourteen year old is such a great idea." I muttered unsurely.

"You're overthinking things here Lia." Jamal said loudly as he pushed himself up and stood next to Cesar and Ruby. "God, you're definitely related." He spoke to himself as he looked up to the ceiling.

"Hey!" Me and Ruby yelled at the same time making Jamal raise his eyebrows in an 'I told you so' style. "But he's right." Ruby shrugged. "It's nothing serious just a dance, besides, I thought you'd be up for some fun after whatever just happened." He continued.

"Ruby's right." Cesar nodded, all three boys stood watching me and waiting for an answer.

"Fine." I sighed in defeat. "You're on." I smiled.

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"Thank you again." I smiled as Oscar grabbed what he needed from his room before spending the night on the couch.

"Ain't nothin'." He shrugged as he headed towards the door, fresh shirt and shorts in hand.

"I'm going to the school dance with your brother." I blurted out stopping him with his hand on the doorknob. "Oh my god that sounded so much stranger out loud." I groaned as I flopped back onto his bed staring at the ceiling.

"Why?" He snorted as he turned round, dumping his stuff on a set of drawers before he stood at the side of the bed looking down at me in a mix of confusion and amusement.

"They was talking about the dance and I mentioned I'd never been to one, then Cesar offered to take me." I shrugged before sitting up and looking up at him. "It's not that strange right?"

"You're 19 and going to a school dance with my brother." He said matter-of-factly as he looked down at me with a raised eyebrow.

"I know it's so weird." I half groaned, half laughed as I thought about what I had agreed to. "You know you don't have to sleep out there right? I'm more than happy to, this is your bed after all." I mentioned, running my fingers through my tangled hair.

"A princesa should sleep on a bed, not a couch." He gave me a small smile and a shrug.

"And what about a caballero?" I asked making him look at me in confusion. "Well, you were my night in shinning armour." I teased with a smirk, and I'm sure, I saw a hint of pink lining his cheeks before he cleared his throat and it was gone. "Oscar Diaz get your culo into the bed before I tell all your little home boys that you cried at Marley and me." I smirked knowing that seeing Spooky Diaz crying earlier was going to come in handy, not that he'd admit he was.

"A) I wasn't crying, and b) even if I was you wouldn't dare." He muttered narrowing his eyes at me although the small smirk on his face let me know that he wasn't quite 100% serious.

"Try me." I smirked.

I let out a laugh as he sighed loudly throwing his head back before huffing his way over to the opposite side of the bed, pulling his top over his head before throwing himself down dramatically.

"You're such a drama queen, you know that?" I laughed as I lifted the cover and settled down on the pillow.

"Let's remember who's bed this is yeah." He muttered, both of us laid on our backs and watching the plain white roof.

"Was you close to them? Your parents I mean." I whispered remembering Ruby saying that the Diaz brothers had been alone for the majority of Cesar's childhood.

"My mum died when I was younger, couple years after Cesar was born, I don't remember much about her other than she was a jumped up crackhead." He muttered, my eyes widening slightly at how blunt and open he was being about it. "Me and my dad were kinda close when it came to gang business, I guess, but other than that I barely knew the man personally." I felt him shrug from his place besides me. "What about you?" He asked making me scoff quietly.

"Well, I don't know if you've noticed or not but me and my mum don't exactly have the greatest relationship. She's constantly on my ass trying to put me down, she tried her hardest to make me into the housewife that she's always been, and that's just not me." I shrugged laughing slightly. "But my dad." I trailled of with a sigh, a small smile on my face. "He's the greatest man I've ever met, I mean sure, he's had some troubles in the past but he's always put me and mum above it all. Even when it costs him more than he has, he always finds a way to make sure we're alright." I smiled at the thought of the hero that was my dad.

"He sounds like a good man." Oscar whispered making me turn to face him only to realise that he was already watching me.

"He is." I whispered with a small smile, my eyes captured by his as the familiar butterflies from earlier suddenly reappeared, his eyes moving between my own and my lips.

Not risking another interruption he quickly leant forwards and captured my lips with his own, moving our lips against each other's slowly, the cliché of butterflies and fireworks never really making much sense to me until this moment, when I felt it all.

I kept my eyes closed as we slowly pulled away, his forehead resting against mine as he released my bottom lip with a slight pop. Taking a deep breath I opened my mouth to speak before I was interrupted by a quick kiss on my lips before he pulled back completely.

"Sorry, I uh, I shouldn't have done that." He said quietly, looking into my eyes briefly before reaching over and playing with the small 'D' pendant that hung around my neck. "I know you got a boyfriend." He muttered scowling, dropping the necklace as though it had burned him.

"It's alright Oscar." I smiled slightly, bringing my hands up to the sides of his face my thumb rubbing his jawline gently. "I'm done with him, enough is enough, right." I shrugged making him chuckle slightly.

"It's okay." I smiled bringing my hands to the sides of his face, my thumb rubbing over his jawline gently. "I'm not with him anymore." I shrugged making him chuckle slightly.

"Good." He smirked, placing his hands on he sides of my face forcing me to let go of his and hold onto his wrists instead. Giving me one more smirk he leaned in placing his lips against mine as his hands disappeared from my face, reaching behind my neck as I felt the weight of the necklace disappear.

Pulling away I couldn't help but laugh as Oscar threw the necklace towards the drawers opposite his bed, the small chain sliding across the surface before dropping down the back. Letting out a chuckle of his own he laid himself down pulling me towards him do that my head was resting on his chest, his arm wrapping around me waist from behind while his other was folded under his head.

"Night Lia." He mumbled, placing a small kiss on my forehead.

"Goodnight Oscar." I whispered into the otherwise silent room, placing a brief kiss to his bare chest before drifting off into the darkness.

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"Aye Spooky! Where you at?" Accompanied by a know at the door make me jump the next morning as I was getting myself a glass of water in Oscars kitchen the next morning.

Since I'd always been an early bird, as my mother would put it, it was no surprise that I had woken up before Oscar and Cesar, my head resting on Oscars chest with his arms wrapped around me tightly.

"Spooky man, open up!" A different voice called from outside again accompanied by a know that was more like banging.

Sighing to myself I debated whether to go and wake Oscar or to just answer the door myself, yet another knock on the door answering my question for me.

"Can I help you?" I asked as I opened the door to be met with the same Santo that had stepped up to Diego yesterday along with another one that I recognised from the Monse and Cesar fight, the one who tried to step up to me, bitch.

"Where's Spooky?" The bitch asked as he looked me up and down with smirk, only then did I remember that I was in the same clothes I'd slept in, a pair of Oscar's boxers and my tank top, luckily I had remembered to put my bra back on when I'd gotten up this morning.

"How 'bout you show me a little respect before I slam this door in your culo feo." I smiled sarcastically crossing my arms over my chest before the other guy got my attention.

"Hey, uh, Lia right?" He asked with furrowed brows like he was trying to remember. "I was there when your boy came for you." He smiled slightly.

"Right." I nodded. "Thank you for that." I smiled sincerely, genuinely thankful that he had stepped in.

"I'm sad eyes by the way." He smiled as he stuck his hand out for me to shake. "And that's Johnny." He nodded over to his companion.

"Lia." I smiled putting my hand in his and shaking it lightly. "But you already knew that." I laughed.

"Is spooky here or what?" Johnny huffed against the door frame, once again letting his eyes roam my half naked body.

"Spooky's gunna kick the shit outta you if you don't stop looking at her like that." Cesar's voice made me jump as he came to the door with a glass of juice in one hand. "Here." He smiled as he handed me the juice while taking the water from my other hand.

"Oh, thank you C." I smiled as I took a sip. "Oh shit yeah, you guys wanna come in?" I asked quickly remembering the two Santos stood waiting in the doorway.

"Thanks." Sad eyes laughed as he made his way in, fist bumping Cesar on his way.

"Apologise." I said, putting my arm across the doorway before Johnny could walk in, looking up at him with a smirk as he glared down at me. "Apologise for acting like a jackass or you can wait for Spooky out in the yard." I shrugged as he looked at me in disbelief. "Oh, and it rained last night so the couch is slightly damp." I shrugged again as I went to close the door before his hand stopped me.

"Alright, I'm sorry." He smiled sarcastically as he tried to take a step inside.

"You're sorry for what exactly?" I smirked as I stepped in his way again, getting a kick of amusement at the scowl on his face. "Well, I'm waiting." I sighed tapping my invisible watch on my wrist.

"I'm sorry for being a jackass." He groaned rolling his eyes. "Happy?" He sighed as he looked down at the smirk on my face.

"Very." I smiled as I moved out of his way to let him in, closing the door behind him.

"Aye spooky! Where you been man? Damn hyna trying to make me wait inside." Johnny cheered as Oscar appeared from the hallway in nothing but the pair of shorts that he'd slept in last night.

Sure, Oscar Diaz wasn't exactly rocking an eight pack and abs of steal, but my god was he something to look at first thing in the morning. I couldn't help but blush as his eyes landed on me, scanning me up and down quickly before he looked back to Johnny, giving him an uninterested look before shaking his head and heading into the kitchen.

"Lia." He called looking over his shoulder at me. "Come here a second." He added, motioning for me to go over to him.

"What's up?" I asked standing next to him as he opened the fridge only to from when it came up empty.

"I was gunna ask if you wanted anything but I gotta go to the store." He groaned rubbing a hand over his tanned head.

"I can take a walk to that cafe down the street, mama coco's is it?" I asked recalling seeing the small cafe a few times since I'd been back in town.

"Nah." He muttered shaking his head, closing the fridge and heading back into the living room. "Johnny, go down to mamma coco's and grab me a coffee and one of those roll things I like." He told him before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a twenty and throwing it onto the Santos lap.

"Do you normally sleep with cash on you?" I asked amused knowing that he had slept in those very shorts. "My bad." I giggled as he turned to look at me with an eyebrow raised and an amused smirk playing on his lips.

"Nah, the girl just offered man." Johnny shrugged as he picked up the cash and held it out for me to take.

"I don't care." Oscar muttered as he pushed his outstretched hand away. "What do you want?" He asked looking over his shoulder at me.

"I'll have a tea with two sugars please." I smiled at him. "Oh! And a blueberry muffin!" I added excitedly, smirking when Johnny rolled his eyes.

I laughed as Johnny stood up with a huff before making his way out of the house, with one last laugh I made my way back to Oscars room to put on my clothes from yesterday since the rest of my stuff was back at Ruby's.

"Weren't you wearing that yesterday?" Monse's voice made me jump as I made my way back into the living room that was now occupied by Oscar, Sad eyes and the core 4, plus Olivia. The core 4 was dotted around the room, Sad eyes was laid back on the recliner in the corner while Oscar and Olivia was on the couch, their thighs brushing slightly, a wave of jealousy washing over me before I shook it off, he wasn't mine, I had no right to be jealous over silly little things like that.

"Uh yeah, I haven't been back to Ruby's because, well, ya know." I shrugged slightyl before turning to the blonde girl. "You must be Olivia." I smiled over at the young girl, I'd never met her before, or even heard of her before mum and Geny told me about he staying.

"That's me." She smiled. "You're Lia right?" She said, crossing one leg over the other subconsciously pushing hers and Oscars legs closer together.

"And my date to the dance on Friday." Cesar grinned as he came over to where I was stood and out his arm over my shoulders.

"Strictly friends only, got it." I raised my eyebrows as I looked to him, making him chuckle and nod in agreement.

"Since when are you taking her?" Monse asked confused, ignoring the looks that the rest of the crew was giving her instead opting to keep her attention on me and Cesar.

"Since last night when she told me that she'd never been to her own school dances." He shrugged casually, to him it was no big deal but I could see I'm Monse's eyes that she was hurting.

"You know I don't have to go, not if you two were planning on going together." I said quickly, not looking to be in the middle of a teenage love triangle or whatever this shit was.

"Nah, we're just friends, right monse?" Cesar shrugged as he pulled me close to his side, Monse not missing the gesture.

"Right." She mumbled looking at the ground just as Johnny stormed in and threw a paper bag down onto the ktichen counter before putting the drinks down considerably gentler.

"Oh food!" I grinned as I pulled away from Cesar's hold, jumping up on the counter and opening up the bag, immediately pulling out my blueberry muffin and digging in, sending a muffin filled smile in Johnny's direction. "Gracias." I smirked as he shook his head and leant against the wall.

"Aye where's mine foo'?" Oscar piped up, leaning forward in his seat, resting his elbows on his knees as he watched me finish my muffin, throwing the wrapper to the side before taking a sip of my tea.

"I'm the bag." I shrugged with a smirk, watching as his eyes lit up with amusement while Ruby and Jamal watched with horror on their faces.

"Is that right?" He asked smirking at me with an eyebrow raised.

"That's right." I nodded as I blew into the lid of my tea before taking another sip.

"You not gunna bring it here?" He asked tilting his head to the side slightly like a confused puppy.

"I'm sorry, remind me how much you're paying me to be your waitress again?" I asked sarcastically, laughing as Ruby and Jamal's eyes widened that little bit more.

"I'll get it for you Mr Spooky Sir." Jamal said quickly getting up from his seat and rushing towards the bag only for me to grab the bad and hold it behind my back.

"Nu-Uh." I muttered shaking my head with a chuckle. "I'm gunna need the owner of the bag to come and collect it thank you." I smirked looking from Jamal to Oscar who was watching me with an amused smile on his face before he pushed himself to his feet and walked over.

"I'm right here." He smirked making Jamal jump as he appeared behind him. "Can I get my food now?" He asked as Jamal scurried back to his spot making me laugh.

"Of course." I grinned handing the bag over. "What do I get for keeping it safe for you?" I asked quietly, knowing that the other people in the room were watching the interaction.

"I could think of something." He muttered, a smirk on his face as he stepped closer.

"Oh yeah?" I smirked back as he took another step so that we were basically chest to chest only having to look up at him slightly from where I was sitting on the counter.

"Yeah." He mumbled before taking my head in his hands and bringing his lips down on mine in a slow but butterfly filled kiss.

The joint "Oh my god." From Ruby and Jamal making us pull apart slowly with small smiles on both our faces.

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sukirichi · 4 years

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Breakfast: ingredient 64 + sugar 5 for inumaki

Okay, but like- what about inumaki's first kiss? His mouth is a very sensitive area and his first kiss would be a very intimate act, so here's what happens: reader and him are mutually pining BUT all everyone else sees is the sexual tension between them.

Somehow itadori manages to lock them in a dark small space, where they share their first kiss, yet they don't speak about it and to each other for a long time. At some point itadori (i swear this kid is a matchmaker) points out how y/n and toge can't even glance at each other and inumaki breaks. Late at night he shows up at reader's dorm, pins her to the wall and kisses her like no tomorrow. After they eventually have a rough make out with toge's shirt coming off, they lay on her bed where reader tells him she really likes him and he grabs her chin to stop her rambling and she looses it when she sees so much love and lust swirling in his eyes (they maybe have a third make out round 👀) and in the end they come to the conclusion they love each other and that they should have acted sooner on it.

I don't know if make outs count as nsfw and i read that you can write only sfw for inumaki, so it's okay if you can't complete this request. Just let me know you if can't.

Also get prepared to be spoiled spammed with asks.

— 🍰 strawberry shortcake anon

delicate

the first kiss with inumaki toge is as delicate as he is.

meal order: ★🥞 + 64 (canon au) + 5 (mutual pining) + sensitive first kiss with inumaki, them trapped in a room + yuuji as matchmaker uwu + WALL PIN KISS YES SIR + basically hot af inumaki

warnings: nothing really, just make out sessions and implications of smut, also UH soft dom inumaki toge, i guess? unedited as always

song i listened to while writing: I.F.L.Y. by Bazzi

note: 🍰 anon TYSM for this request, my heart was legit doki doki the whole time. this totally reminds me of why inumaki was my first crush and he’s the reason i came to watch jjk lol i love him so much <3 i hope this is what you’ve been looking for and that you like it! i had a lot of fun writing this one!

“Yuuji, don’t!” You tried to scramble against the strawberry haired boy’s grip, but he was far too strong, and it didn’t help that Nobara’s riled up self was helping him push you back inside the storage room. “Yuuji, Nobara, I’m your senpai, have some respect—” You don’t get to finish your words before you’re pushed inside, landing on the floor with a thud.

“Yuuji!” You banged your fists on the door once you’ve recovered, screaming at the top of your lungs. From outside the door, you heard the underclassmen giggle and run away, leaving you with your crush, Inumaki Toge, of all people.

Falling down into a squat, you wrapped your arms around yourself, refusing to look at him. You were only thankful that it was dark so Toge wouldn’t see how your pupils blew wide, your body responding at the soft scent of his perfume and laundry detergent. He’d been your crush for who knows how long now, and your first memory of meeting the cursed speech user burns at the back of your mind to remind you that it’s been years, and yet you’ve barely spoken to him.

Unlike the other students, your cursed technique wasn’t the most useful in combat. Your technique allowed you to nullify the abilities of others, but the downside of it was that it didn’t have much advantage against curses, so you had to rely on your physical strength to exorcise.

On the bright side, though…

“So,” Toge begins, shuffling away from the dusty wall and closer to you. Your heartbeat raced when his knees brushed against yours, thighs pressed against one another. “You’re a victim of them too.”

“Hmm, guess so.”

Neither of you speak for a while. Toge himself wasn’t much of a talker, and he barely batted an eye when Maki and Panda hauled his ass inside the storage room. He was so calm and placid that your mind was in mess – both because you were comfortable and happy in his presence, but at the same time, your palms were so sweaty and the room was so stuffed you could barely breathe. It didn’t help that Toge was humming too, reassured that he wasn’t going to hurt you with his powers.

“Uhm,” you started nervously, fiddling with your fingers. The silence stretched out thick and cordial that you couldn’t bear it anymore, and you turned to Toge with wide eyes, blinking back rapidly when he faced you as well, his deep purple eyes like a painting before you. “Do-do you know why we’re locked in here?”

Your palms grew wetter with each ticking second; Toge taking his time to answer.

Nobara had eavesdropped on you gushing to Megumi on how Toge looked so cute during breakfast this morning, and the girl immediately ran off to tell her best friend, Yuuji; the two of them sharing the same braincells.

Before you knew it, everyone split into two groups, your classmates dragging Toge away while Nobara and Yuuji manhandled you, hissing into your ear to man up and fess.

As if it was as easy as that! Inumaki Toge – albeit approachable and kind – was still the light of your life, the apple of your eye, and he barely acknowledged your presence the whole two years you’ve been with him. He was much closer with Maki and Panda while you got along more with the younger ones (although you wouldn’t hesitate to redact that statement after doing this to you), so the chances of you ever striking up a full conversation with him were low.

You only admired him from afar, sighing dreamily into your hands while he trained with Panda. Megumi seemed to be the only decent one, silent and bored as ever while you rambled on tirelessly on how much Toge looked so buff under his uniform yet had the face baby, stating over and over again he was born just to drive you crazy.

You should’ve known someone would find out one way or another, but heavens forbid, not him. The both of you were barely friends to begin with – you didn’t want to shatter whatever mutual respect you had for each other just because you crushed on him hard.

Mind running back and forth over the different ways Toge could reject you, because obviously someone had told him, or obviously he knew already – why else would he be locked here with you if your friends didn’t know something? It was getting hard to read his face from the darkness; the only thing you could make out were his long lashes and lips visible with his collar down.

“I don’t know, to be honest,” he avoided your gaze, and you swallowed audibly at the sound of his husky voice; unused to speaking this much. “But…but we’ve got nothing to worry about. Gojo-Sensei or Nanamin will come around soon.”

“Okay,” you nodded at his words, cursing inwardly that this was your perfect chance to confess or at least try and be friends with him, but your whole body was burning, feet frozen in your place that you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it. You watched from the corner of your eye as Toge rocked back and forth in his heels, cheeks puffed out, and your eyes zeroed in on the snake tattoo beside his lips.

Toge rarely ever let his collar down to muffle his voice, so seeing him expose his lips like this almost felt intimate. He looked so pretty, long lashes fluttering on top of those warmed cheeks and strong arms wrapped around his knees.

He was just an arm’s length away. This was the closest you’d ever gotten with him, and maybe it was because you’d kept your feelings a secret for so long that it suddenly burst through. Faster than you could take notice of yourself, your arm reached out to cup his cheeks, thumb swiping against the tattoos. “Pretty,” you murmured, Toge stiffening up under your touch.

His eyes skewed over to yours, wide and unreadable, but there was something there – something burning. He had to bite down his cheek as you caressed his face absentmindedly, and it wasn’t until his fingers came up to your wrist that you realized what you were doing.

“Oh!” you exclaimed, the warmth of his skin now searing because of your embarrassment. “Toge – I-I didn’t mean to – I’m so sorry! It’s just, your tattoos look so pretty and I’ve always—”

Your words are thrown right back into your mouth when Toge tugged you forward, sending the both of you toppling to the ground. Toge’s hands were delicate, just as delicate as your touch, when he cupped your face, his lips moving with yours. You were stunned for a moment before pleasure and fireworks exploding everywhere burst within you, prompting you to kiss him back in urgent fervor.

Toge’s lips tasted like candy, his sighs into your mouth melting your insides until you’re crumpling his shirt, eyes shut so tight in fear that maybe this would all disappear the moment you opened them.

Your hands travelled everywhere – from his shoulders, to his neck, his jaw – before it settled into his hair, the satisfaction of finally getting to run your hands through them has you weakening in his hold. Toge keeps his grip on your waist firm, almost possessive even, and he held you up both, sitting up while your arms wound around his neck.

A curse must’ve possessed you because you moaned into his mouth when he nipped at your bottom lip, tugging it inside his mouth so he could taste your cherry chapstick.

He wasn’t in a better state than yours. As the cursed speech user, his mouth was one of his most sensitive parts, and it took all energy it had in him to not kiss you senseless right then and there, your lips swiping over his mouth in such a mind-numbing sensation.

It felt like his body was on fire, the heat licking up from his toes to right where you were pressed on him. Your lips on his was scorching, the soft sighs and moans you gave him only adding to the fuel.

Toge groaned as your nails subconsciously pulled at his hair, making him grind you down into the V of his lips, pressing your chest firms against his until there was no more space. Through the darkness and nearly airless atmosphere of the room, Toge still managed to take your breath away, your lips moving in synch and you were falling, falling, falling.

He effortlessly held your weakening arms up before he pulled away, both your chests panting at the sudden heated kiss. His eyes trailed down from your lust-filled gaze to the bow of your lips, where the flesh was plump and abused.

Toge’s thumb swiped over your lips that had you frozen solid because he looked at you so gently, delicately, almost as if he didn’t want to hurt you. But he never could – you nullified everyone’s powers and allowed him freedom in your space. You’d let him come again and again, welcoming him with open arms if he wanted so, and in that moment, you believed he did.

Although why would he want you?

Fears and insecurities struck a chord in you and you scrambled away from his lap, leaving Toge all alone in the ground. You ducked your head down to ignore the confused and hurt expression on his face, turning back to the door instead. “I’m so sorry,” you rasped out in one breath, “I-I didn’t mean for that kiss to happen and I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. Please just forget this ever happened and I really wish you and I aren’t awkward for this. Okay, good night. See you around.”

Pulling your phone out of your pocket after cursing yourself for not thinking of texting Megumi sooner, you speed dialed the younger boy, begging him to unlock the door.

Megumi came around a few minutes later. Toge had long settled behind you, silent but still catching his breath from your previous lip-locking. His presence unnerved you and you rubbed your hands up and down your arms, praying to whoever divines self that Toge would forget about this as well. The moment Megumi came around, you leaped out of the room, leaving two confused boys – with one of them unknowingly shattered.

The next few days were hell.

You and Toge hadn’t talked much at all before, but now, you both pretended as if the other didn’t existed. During class where there had to be pairings, you immediately sided with Maki and pushing Panda to Toge’s way, the latter frowning behind his collar every time you avoided his gaze.

You just couldn’t handle being anywhere near him after that kiss. You feared that your heart would combust and you’d further embarrass yourself in front of him, as if you weren’t embarrassing enough with how excited you were as you kissed him.

Gosh, what would Toge think of you now?

You bet he found you so weird, and your suspicions were only confirmed when he’d resorted to avoiding you as well. No more polite and cheery good mornings! in the hallway or asking what he had for lunch, no more random texting of memes at 3am because you both didn’t have friends outside the institute.

Pure silence from the other side.

It should’ve comforted you – you wanted to stay away from him, right? – but you only grew restless. Your focus dwindled with each passing day, finding yourself at the back of Toge’s head longingly when he wasn’t looking, then sighing as you chastised yourself from being stupid.

To be honest, that kiss only made your feelings multiply tenfold.

Now that you knew how warm and comfortable Toge was to the touch, how his lips tasted and how his hair felt under your touch – you crushed on him impossibly harder than before.

You reached a point where you tossed and turn around in bed, unable to fall asleep; completely unaware that just a few doors down, he was doing the same. It had you thinking back to that day all over again, wondering why did he kiss you? If he liked you, why did he never talk to you? He never even noticed you before and you were always the first one to strike conversation, but because the others were always around, chats were limited, one-worded, and awkward.

That cursed technique of yours was still useless, after all.

“Would you please stop moping around?” Megumi slammed his book down on the table next to you, and you jumped in your seat, clutching your pencil to your chest. “I’m tired of you eye-fucking Inumaki-senpai.”

“Wha – ? No, I wasn’t, what are you talking about?”

“You’ve both been acting weird,” observed Yuuji who stopped fighting with Nobara over who would win in an arm wrestling fight without special abilities: Gojo-Sensei or Nanami. Nobara nodded beside him, stealing Yuuji’s crisp chips before speaking. “You both can’t even glance at each other. All of us can feel that something’s wrong between you two.”

“They probably fucked in the storage room.”

“Nobara, keep your voice down!”

“Why should I?” she smirked, jabbing her thumb to an asleep Toge lounging on the field with Panda. “Your precious crush is asleep. He won’t know. But whatever, what did happen when we locked you both there?”

“You all humiliated me, that’s what happened!”

“What do you mean humiliated?” Megumi asked this time around, and you buried your face in your arms, glancing over at Toge again. He was slumbering peacefully, his body shaded from the sun under the tree, and your fingertips itched with the urge to hold him close again.

“He doesn’t like me,” you concluded with trembling lips, sending one last longing glance at Toge. “And I think I just absolutely ruined everything.”

No matter how much your underclassmen tried to cheer you up, your spirits were never lifted. You trudged back to your room that night, tired and drained from all the events that you just buried your nose in your textbook, studying about curses for next week’s exams.

The words began to blur and you sighed on your seat, glancing at your phone. It was nearing midnight and the dorms were oddly quiet, but you guessed everyone just had a long day.

Soon, you brushed your teeth and moved to retire for the night when three soft knocks came from your door. Your hand stilled on your blanket, brows furrowed at who could it be this time of the night. After fixing your hair to make yourself presentable, you swung the door open, ready to hit Yuuji if he came here to drag you down to the movie room and force you to watch horror movies again when you were harshly pushed, the stranger kicking the door back.

You gasped as warm lips came crashing down to yours, your hands pinned above your hand with just one arm.

You didn’t have to open your eyes to know it was Toge who’d placed a knee between your legs to prevent you from falling; your knees already turning to jelly before you even registered it was him. The familiar taste of something sweet like candy and cough syrup coated your senses and you moaned in his arms as his hands ran under your shirt, making the hairs on your body prickle up in anticipation.

Toge took advantage of your moan, his tongue slipping inside before it clashed with yours. It was too much – his overwhelming scent, his tongue tasting yours, his hands squeezing your breasts tenderly – you were on the verge of falling apart.

Fire burned all over your body, pure instinct dominating your conscious mind as you pushed him back, Toge falling down with you scrambling above him.

He grunted at your sloppy actions of trying to tug his shirt over his head, but he complied, reaching up at the same time you leant down for another wet, heated kiss. The kiss this time around was far less gentle and more urgent; your mutual pining for one another tipping over the edge until all hell broke loose.

You settled into his lap as if it were a throne and he encouraged you to take it, to claim him because he considered you the queen of his world.

“Toge, I,” you rambled after every peck, unable to form a complete sentence because you kept wanting to kiss him. It was nearly impossible to pull away now that he held you so close, making you feel like home and driving you absolutely insane. “I can’t do it anymore, mmhm, I want you so much – always have – I don’t want to avoid you and I just want to—”

He stopped your rambling by grabbing your chin forwards, his lips molding over yours again and dancing with it like two perfectly syncopated performers.

Toge’s curious hands ravished every crevice and dip of your curves as he sucked on your tongue, tasting it fervently like a traveler memorizing his path. You shuddered when Toge’s nimble fingers travelled down to cup your ass to lift you upwards, pushing you closer and deeper into his mouth.

None of you cared about anything anymore. You could barely focus on anything but letting your hands roam free down his chest, Toge rutting up to you when your cold hands brushed over his nipple.

Needing air to breathe, you pulled away first, panting as your forehead pressed against his. You stared at each other, lips swollen and wet from the hot make-out session. You were sure that your adoration for him was clearly evident in your eyes, that your feelings for him sparkled and radiated like the bright sunshine’s warmth he always made you feel.

But that wasn’t what drove you crazy.

It was the fact his expression mirrored yours; only his had lust swirling around his dark eyes, an unexplainable plethora of emotions flooding through them. You were breathing hard and so was he, his soft pants warming your lips that were still sore from his hungry ministrations.

Now was the time.

It didn’t matter that maybe he didn’t feel the same way for you; you liked him so much. Your feelings poured over the glass and your eyes glossed over with how your heart frantically chanted his name, wanting nothing and no one else but him.

“I love you,” you confessed, “I fucking love you.”

To your surprise, Toge chuckled, pulling you forward until his chest was flushed against yours. He captured your lips for one last kiss, delicate this time around as his hands cupped your jaw. You tilted your hide to the side to deepen the kiss, and you sighed while Toge rubbed soothing circles at the sides of your jaw then down to your neck.

“You better,” he mumbled through your lips, “Because I fucking love you too, and I don’t want to play this game of push and pull anymore.”

It was your first time to hear such dominance in his words, to witness such need and possessiveness shine back through his eyes, his lips travelling to the sides of your face. Submissively, you arched your back to him and allowed him access to your neck, head lolling to the side. Even as Toge slowly but surely left little love bites to mark you as his, he was gentle and delicate, soft yet hard, bitter but sweet like the longing you had for one another.

Even as he had you trapped under his arms, his heat nestled into the deeper, intimate parts of you that only welcomed no one else but him; your lover was absolutely delicate.

And you only fell for him harder than you already have.

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duskamethyst · 4 years

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deception.

a/n: if you ask me why i did this, the answer is i don’t know.

word count: 4.6k

genre: smut, nsfw, angst, quirkless AU

warnings: daddy kink, degradation, edging, age gap, implied cheating, reader is a little delusional

pairing: sugardaddy!bakugou x f!reader

summary: where you fall in love with your own sugar daddy and you finally confess to him.

pretending to be in love with old men for a couple of hours can be exhausting and it might seem like a nonideal way to get money, but desperate times call for desperate measures. you’ve met plenty of these people, who have too much money they could spend. some are just lonely; in need of company from a young, pretty girl and some just want to have fun despite having their wives and kids at home. they come and go, and you couldn’t care less about what happens to them after your encounter, as long as you get your money’s worth.

but never have you ever thought that you’d be so attached to one. maybe entertaining sugar daddies isn’t that tiring when they’re really attractive (it’s natural to like good looking people, can anyone blame you?). he’s truly a sight for sore eyes and you often wonder how he possesses so much stamina in bed. bakugou makes you feel some kind of way, it’s wrong, but with more time you spend with him, you can’t help but to actually fall in love with the guy. he makes you feel antsy and you often find yourself waiting for his texts, either the dirty ones or the ones that expresses his anticipation to see you again soon.

it’s not like he doesn’t do the same thing as the others; buys you things you know you can’t afford, spends his money on fancy dinners and continues to spend the rest of the night with you at random five stars hotels after. the difference is, you actually somewhat enjoy being around him as his spoiled little princess and you find yourself to gladly do anything for him like the time you let him fuck you raw because he wanted to.

for a man his age, bakugou is well maintained. you love to lay your head down on his huge chest and rake your nails on his broad back, eliciting deep grunts of pleasure from the man in return. he looks appetizing; toned abs and a happy trail that leads to his trimmed pubes and down to his massive cock. if it isn’t for the fine lines on his face and the white streaks on his hair, you wouldn’t think he’d be reaching 50.

you don’t know if you should even feel jealous of his wife. if you were born years earlier, would he choose you instead? the thought of him being with someone else and vowed to be together for the rest of their lives makes you want to puke. bakugou must’ve realized that it was a mistake too. if he still loves her, why would he have his cock sink inside you? if he really loves her, why are you the one he tells that to instead?

“daddy loves you. daddy loves fucking your tight cunt. baby, you feel so fuckin’ good– so fuckin’ good for daddy. love you too– fuck.”

you can already picture the image of him on top of you as you replay those same words like a broken record player inside your head; lips part slightly in heavy pants, vermillion irises overfill with lechery as he fucks you senseless.

daddy loves you. he loves you and you're more than certain that you love him. not for his money, not for the stuff he indulges you with but only for himself.

you want him. you want him to make you all his. you want him to be able to see you freely and not sneaking behind someone else’s back. you want to sit pretty as you wait for him to come back home from work every day, all wet and ready to please him. he loves you, and that’s what he deserves after a stressful day.

as soon as you get inside the room and kick off your heels, a strong pair of hands grab you by the thighs and easily lift you up. you wrap your legs around his waist in an instant, dropping your bag to the floor unceremoniously before circling your arms around his neck as he draws you in a passionate, hungry kiss. a battle of dominance has always been nonexistent when it comes to bakugou, he naturally holds everything in the palm of his hand and both of you like it that way.

his lips never stray away from yours, not even when he walks towards the bed with you clinging onto his strong physique while his hands squeeze firmly on the flesh of your bum before he breaks away, but only to throw you on the soft mattress. you prop up on your side, looking up at him innocently and pleadingly with doe eyes that you know would never fail to stir up something primal inside him. his gaze drinks in every inch of you; the heave of your chest, the curve of your ass and overall your smaller frame that lies submissively in front of him.

“look at you. such a fucking doll.” he takes off his slim fit suit, throwing the coat carelessly on the ground before loosening up his tie until it unfolds completely. “you like the dress? it’s shorter than i imagined, can’t help but to notice how the other guys kept on checking you out.”

you nod your head, pressing your thighs together as you notice how his lustful eyes linger a little too long on your ass that’s barely hiding under the hem of your mini dress. “yes, because daddy bought it for me.”

“damn right he did.” he smirks, unfastening about three buttons of his dress shirt. “ass up.”

you hurriedly roll on your stomach, planting your cheek on the mattress and arching your back perfectly as you lift your ass in the air. you feel the bed dipping from your back before a calloused hand caresses your thigh and trails up to your cheeks slowly, appreciating the smooth and youthful skin before he gets to ruin it.

“good. lift your head up.”

it’s never your position to question. carefully, you do as told by lifting yourself up on your hands and knees. you can discern the shifting of his body from behind and by your side as you look ahead and face the curtains before your sight is abruptly seized by darkness.

the silky material biting your lids suggests that he has wrapped his tie around your head, purposely blindfolding you to amplify your other senses as your sight is consumed with pitch black. bakugou pushes your head down with his hand, keeping you on your knees and lets you stay in the position while he takes off his dress shirt.

“you’re gonna be a good girl for daddy.” he states more than questions, hiking up the hem of your dress to your waist to feed him with an unobstructed view of the damp patch adhering on your flimsy panties. bakugou presses his thumb on the splotch and his eyes flick over to your quivering body. “gonna let daddy use his tongue to fuck you?”

“please, daddy.” you whine, bucking your hips closer to ease the ache with his touch but is greeted with a sharp smack across your skin instead.

“so impatient,” he tuts, rubbing the red print gently. “you’re just a horny little girl, aren’t you? can’t live without daddy’s dick inside her cunt.”

“just you– only yours.”

“you know just what to say, don’t you?” his voice husky and rasp, complimenting the conceited smirk on his lips as he spoke. you learn that bakugou is actually a man that is easy to please, only if you know how to stroke his ego and as simple as that, his intimidating persona would be long gone.

cold air brushes against your wet folds once he strips off your panties. he lifts up both knees to get you out from the garment and crumple it into a ball with his hand before bringing it in front of your face.

“open.” you obey and open your mouth, allowing him to gag you with the cloth and quickly filling your senses with a mixture of lace and your own scent. “so good for me.”

bakugou moves back to his initial position, smearing his fingers against your puffy folds with your slick. he circles your clit teasingly and slowly, resulting in you to squirm while your hands find purchase on the sheets beneath you.

“stop squirming around or i’m not gonna eat you.” he warns as his ministrations come to a halt to observe your compliance before he continues. for a man that is impatient himself, it’s quite hard to take his sweet time teasing you. maybe with the fact that you’re so querulous, a surge of power and pride rushes through him and his willpower tells him not to lose his machismo too quickly.

a satisfying grin tugs on the corner of his lips while he watches you struggle to follow his order and his thumb presses tight circles on your swollen clit to draw out sweet, muffled whines. once he notices your legs begin to tense and toes to curl, he pulls away.

“you can’t cum yet.” he licks up the slick from his fingers clean before settling his head in front of your rear. an anticipative knot swells in your lower stomach as you feel hot plumes of breath prickling against your puffy folds before he spreads them open with his fingers. with how much your senses have spiked up, you can feel your pussy dripping with so much arousal and you know damn well that bakugou can see it too.

“you’re nothing but a dirty little slut, aren’t you?” he coos, sounding both demeaning and amused as he rubs your lips, sending more waves of sensation on the bundle of nerves. “my dirty little slut.”

bakugou doesn’t expect you to answer but as soon as his warm tongue takes the first lap of your slick, a loud squeal rips from your throat. his large hands rest on your hips as he tilts his head to reach your clit, toying and teasing by using the tip of his tongue while his own plump lips and stubble graze against your slit.

you’re quick to turn into a sobbing mess, unheedful of the saliva trickling from the corner of your mouth when you’re aware that it won’t take too long until you’d eventually break. just as the stimulation is becoming more overbearing, his hands clench on your supple flesh tighter in a silent command that tells you it’s not time to cum yet.

after he’s satisfied with abusing the bud, he drags down his tongue and pumps inside your quivering hole, causing you to jolt in a delighted surprise. from the loud, lewd squelching sounds of your own fluid mixing with his spit, you can only picture the way he looks right now; face buried between your ass cheeks, nose deep in your cunt while his tongue works miraculously around your walls.

even the image beyond the abyss itself makes you more delirious.

“c-can’t–” you break into a muffled cry as your hips bucks into his mouth without conscious control. another harsh slap is what you receive, but you can’t seem to care when a thick fog of desire is already clouding your brain; making the pain and pleasure to become one divine fusion.

bakugou’s blows don't stop with how much you’re grinding so earnestly on his face. your skin burns from the cruel attention, yet your cunt just keeps on seeping with slick that trickles down to his chin and drips down on the sheets beneath you.

“you’re such a fucking pain slut.” he growls, hot breath fanning your greedy cunt and making the pressure even tighter in your stomach. “not yet.” his tongue is anything but languid; swirling hastily as it explores your little hole as far as he can reach. it’s obscene. the way that the muscle glides so smoothly.. the warmth, the moisture–

next thing you know, your eyes are already rolled to the back of your eyelids as your body tenses while waves of gratification crash down throughout your entire being.

“cumming on daddy’s tongue without permission.” he tsks, giving one last spank before standing up at the edge of the bed as he burns the image of your quivering body into the back of his head, adorned by the red imprint of his hand on your pliant skin. “turn around.”

without a spare moment to gather yourself, you get up on wobbly legs and arms, carefully turn around like a fawn taking its first baby steps and rebuild your senses at the same time to estimate where he currently stands until he tells you to stop.

your eyes squint as they adjust to the subdued room, finally able to see faint light again after bakugou takes off the tie around your head. you look up to the older man, only to be pierced by a pair of carmine orbs and a disgruntled look on his face.

“you know what you did wrong.” a thin string of drool latches onto the panties when he pulls it out from your mouth to observe the drenched fabric between his thumb and pointer finger. “looks like you had a great time.” you can see how it’s embarrassingly soaked, but not as embarrassing as the amount of slick glistening around his lips and chin that he doesn’t even bother to wipe off.

“’m sorry, daddy.” you whisper hoarsely through dry throat while giving him your most remorseful look. it would’ve deceived him if he didn’t know any better, but receiving punishments is something he knows you’d enjoy.

the slight upturn at the corner of his lips etches into a lazy grin as he unfastens his belt and takes off his pants along with his briefs to release his erected cock– now standing proudly in front of your face.

“what do you have to do now?” he hums, tapping the flushed tip on your lips as if moisturizing the parched skin with his leaking precum.

“m-make daddy proud.” you shamelessly steal a taste, flattening your tongue out so he can rub it on your palate.

“can’t fuckin’ understand you– cock hungry slut.” he chuckles with mirth, one hand tucking your hair behind each ear as his gaze softens for a moment. “but that’s why i fuckin’ love you.”

your lashes flutter as you stare up at him, heart blooming like flowers on a fresh start of spring after a harsh, cold winter as the words he uttered loops inside your head. with a content hum, you close your eyes and wrap your lips around his cock, eliciting a hiss from the male once engulfed in the warmth of your mouth.

“shit, i haven’t even told you to suck me yet.” his own eyes follow suit, throwing his head back as his own hand finds home on top of your head. your eagerness makes it hard for him to stay mad. if he was younger he would’ve been a little irritated if someone tried to take control, but maybe aging really did something and made your whims seem more tolerable for him. but what he loves most is seeing you struggle to fit his fat cock; whether it’s by your mouth or your pussy.

“just like that,” his voice drops an octave, watching most of his length disappear inside your mouth while your tongue runs against his veins. “fuckin’ look at me when you’re suckin’.”

you submissively comply to his command, meeting those sharp eyes you adore beneath the tousled mess of his blond and white hair.

“you love daddy’s cock?” he doesn’t intend to give you a second to answer before he continues, “then you wouldn’t mind chokin’ on it, don’t ya?”

you moan in response just as he expected and he snorts through his nose. “of course you don’t.”

bakugou brings your head closer, shoving down his cock your throat before he starts to snap his hips. a chorus of curses pass his lips, taut muscles relaxing as he drowns in euphoria. drool soon starts to dribble from the corner of your lips and your jaw starts to ache, yet you’re still insistent on accommodating his cock– using your tongue when you could until he’s exploding with a mouthful of oaths.

“such a good girl.” he grunts, holding your head firmly with tension in his fingers as he stares down at you with knitted brows. “feels good havin’ dick in your mouth? hm?”

“hmm–” you moan in concur, the vibration almost drives him mad and it’s evident through the twitch you feel against your hollowed cheeks. with an exasperated groan, he pulls out his cock from your mouth and pumps it in his fist.

“take it off and lie down. now.” his words thrum through you in a burst of heat. you swiftly discard the dress and rest on your back, spreading your legs in front of him in anticipation before he proceeds to climb on the bed. you shudder when he spits on your cunt before smothering his cock against the slit and down to your entrance to give extra lubrication.

a deep, inarticulate sound rips from his throat, one that conveys pleasure as he sheathes his cock inside you. he can feel your walls sucking him in so welcomingly and squeezing him so tight that he thought he might cum then and there.

“that’s fuckin’ tight.” he girts out, pushing through the walls until he has bottomed out. with each hand on the sides of your head, his large and shredded build looms on top of you and keeps your smaller frame caged underneath.

“daddy– s-so big.” you extend your arms to cling around his neck, looking up at him with a lust addled gaze.

“i know you can handle me, sweetheart.” he smirks conceitedly and starts to roll his hips, dragging every ridge and vein against your walls through each thrust. your toes curl when he goes deeper and your nails dig into his back, leaving crimson trails as they rake.

“l-love you, daddy.” the words slip past your lips so naturally in flawless manifestation of your genuine feelings towards him.

you observe how his lips stretch into a simper, fiery and lustrous eyes staring back at you before he replies, “love you too, ba– fuck–”

bakugou feels you clench around him impossibly tighter and he leans down to kiss you, forcing you to swallow down his moans as he ruts inside you harder and faster.

“baby– that’s right. daddy fuckin’ loves you.” his low and resonant voice fills your ears, pleasure pulling taut in your lower stomach as the pressure begins to build up rapidly for your second orgasm. “–and he loves this tight cunt.”

“ah– daddy! p-please make me cum–” you start to babble, too lost in pleasure and your legs find themselves wrapping around bakugou’s waist to keep him closer and deeper.

“don’t you fucking dare cum yet.” he snarls before lifting himself up to keep his hands on the headboard in front of him and instantly blocking your view of the room. not that you mind when you’ve already set your eyes on him the whole time.

“no matter how many times i’ve fucked you–” he pulls out almost completely before ramming in again, making you squeal. “you still feel so fucking good.”

your hands reach to cup his face gently, your lips parted and wet, eyes glazed with adoration and an overflowing want for him. “all for you.”

he chuckles quietly to himself. who knew that he would find himself burying his cock in some dumb college girl? with her heart filled eyes that tell him he’s some kind of a savior or the last man on earth. whether it’s all superficial or not, he thinks you’re pretty damn good at it.

“you sure make it hard for daddy not to love you.” he scoffs. you let out a needy whine when he pulls out and your hole convulses, instantly missing the way his cock stretches you out and makes you feel full.

but it’s not for long when your vision suddenly keels as he flips you over to lie down on your stomach. bakugou easily hoists up your hips and pushes down your back to force you into a perfect arch before he sinks his throbbing cock inside your sloppy cunt without warning.

“nghh– daddy–!” you cry as bakugou pounds into you with a menacing pace and hits you at the right places at the same time.

“yeah? you like it when daddy uses you like the little slut you are?” he grabs a fistful of your hair, jerking your head up. “like you’re nothing but my little cocksleeve?”

“yesyesyes– daddy–! s-so deep– can’t!” your strength begins to drain out and you don’t know how much longer you can hold yourself before he allows you to cum.

“you can– fuck– you’re clamping down on me.” he growls, one hand on your hips forming crescent shapes on your skin with his fingers.

your jaw has fallen slack, mouth gaping in breathless whimpers as you let bakugou abuse your little cunny while your own hands are balling into fists that your knuckles turn white. the air is filled with the sound of skin slapping against each other, mingling with his heavy pants.

“you’re really– hah– milking this fat cock.” his own rhythm turns sporadic, skin burning red with every second he prolongs his desire.

“please– daddy–” you let out a feeble moan and your legs begin to tremble as a result of the unbearable pressure tightening in your lower stomach. your pussy is already leaking with so much slick and it’s making a filthy mess on the bed.

“you’re ready to cum for daddy?” he fucks you harder with deep strokes, knocking the breath from your lungs each time he presses into you.

“pleasepleaseplease–” tears prickle from the corner of your eyes as the coil in your stomach threatens to snap.

“cum.”

the word left his lips in a pure command and you break down instantly with a loud cry. a huge wash of pleasure winds its way through every nerve and your pussy gushes and clenches around his cock.

“that’s it. good girl.” a deep growl rumbles in his chest as he observes every twitch of pleasure he has brought into you.

“th-thank you, daddy.” you mumble, still deeply doused in ecstasy.

bakugou finally releases his harsh grip and your head plops down on the soft pillow while he pulls out and pumps his cock in his own fist, coated with your own arousal before he splurts thick ropes of cum all over your cheeks and watches as it trickles down to your cunt.

after a brief moment of catching his breath, bakugou reaches for the nearest tissue box and helps to clean off the mess you both made. you let your exhausted body fall onto the mattress and he throws the used tissues away before leaning back on the headboard next to you, still panting and trying to get down from his high.

“you okay?” he breaks the silence, flicking his gaze towards you and rubs your head gently in hopes to soothe the pain he caused from pulling your hair so roughly.

you hum, seeking for solace from his touch as he pulls the blanket up to cover your bodies and reaches for his phone on the nightstand with his other hand. you silently observe him as he looks at his phone, probably reading and scrolling through emails or texts like he’d usually do after having you wrecked.

“love you, daddy.” you suddenly squeak, yet bakugou doesn’t tear his eyes from the screen and it leaves you unsure if he heard you or not.

“hm.” his response is indifferent and your stomach churns into an unpleasant feeling; one you don’t appreciate at all.

“daddy.” you swallow past the lump in your throat. “i said i love you.”

bakugou clicks his tongue and your heart shatters slightly at the sound, thinking that you probably just annoyed him, “yeah, i heard you.”

“bakugou.” you suddenly snap and the hand on top of your head stills. you don’t know where the courage to call him by his name comes from, but you want to convey your sobriety over the current situation and for what you’re about to say next. cold shivers run down your spine once his attention diverges towards you and he raises a questioning brow, ushering you to speak.

“i-i love you–” you gulp, taking a deep breath. “like, i’m in love with you.”

his stare is impassive and there’s an uncomfortable silence weighing the air between the two of you. your cheeks begin to warm up with humiliation and a part of you dreads with regret. you aren’t sure how long the deafening silence lasted before you see a twitch at the corner of his lips.

“you gotta be kidding me.” he snickers, shaking his head in disbelief.

you rise up on your side and your eyes waver with confusion as you look at him. “b-but you said you love me too. you do, r-right?”

he scoffs, mostly galled by the fact that he’s actually having this conversation with you– a dumb college girl, but he doesn’t expect much either. “why the hell would i be in love with you? did i knock your head?”

getting straight to the point is one of bakugou’s nature; his bluntness is like a sharp knife that stabs you in the heart.

“but you said–”

“why do you think i only said it when i had my cock buried inside your cunt?”

and it twists painfully.

“forget about it. go to sleep.” he nonchalantly replies and returns back to his phone, brushing off the wounded look that’s written all over your face.

you feel humiliated, angered and disregarded. given that you were always spoiled, you can’t stand having your feelings unreciprocated and rejection is one of the things you aren’t familiar with.

“why? because you have a wife? you don’t even love her–”

you flinch when you hear the loud thud of bakugou slamming his phone down on the bed, but it’s not as fearsome as the malicious glare he’s shooting at you. “don’t you fucking say that. i don’t wanna hear that, especially coming from a dumb whore like you.”

harsh reality gives you a massive slap in the face.

your heart is hammering against your chest and your vision begins to blur as tears well up in your eyes, threatening to spill out. you feel like you want to scream at him but the words you want to say only get caught in your throat. bakugou notices how you’re about to burst but he only rolls his eyes, expressing his vexation.

“god,” he sighs exasperatedly and gets off from the bed to pick up his clothes from the floor. “the last thing i need is another fucking nuisance.”

“w-where are you going?” you croak as you watch him put on his clothes.

bakugou turns to your direction and snarls, “what does it look like? leaving.”

the pain in your chest becomes harder to bear, fat tears start to roll down your cheeks and when you try to reach for him, he coldly shoves your hand away. you saw how furious he could be through his phone calls but you were never on the receiving end; always the one who calmed him down and let him use you as a way to take out his frustrations on. now you’re nothing different than the rest of the people in his life, or maybe you were just too stupid to realize that you were never any different before too.

“just leave when it’s time to check out. you’d know at least that much.” he scoffs as he walks to the door and twists the doorknob before turning back to you for what it seems would be the last time.

“and don’t even think of finding me again.”

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roscgcld · 4 years

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RYOMEN SUKUNA || we will meet again

anime: jujutsu kaisen

characters: ryomen sukuna

pronouns: she/her

proof read: N/A

"Promise me...that one day, we will meet again."

Back in the day, when Jujutsu Sorcerers were at their prime, lived a Cursed Spirit who goes by the name Sukuna. Once a human Sorcerer himself, he had somehow managed to create himself into the Jujutsu world's most feared Cursed Spirit. He was dubbed 'the King of Curses' and rained terror over the human and jujutsu world; with super natural powers and a sadistic personality to match the title. Everyone who has crossed him shook in absolute fear.

That was, of course, before he met a particular princess.

She was a beautiful woman; the daughter of one of the then king’s favourite concubines. Born with the alluring beauty of her mother, and a heart of gold, it was hard to ignore her presence when she walked into a room.

She was brought up in the palace, where she was given the title as princess; but she will never sit on the throne of the kingdom her father rules over. As only the King’s wife is allowed to bear the heir that will sit on the throne. She didn’t mind, she had never desired such power to begin with. Even if she was going to be married off to one of the many foreign princes asking for her hand in marriage, she didn’t care about titles.

Since she was never destined to sit on the throne, her father had given her quite the freedom to do as she pleases. With all her free time, she tends to use it connect to the people of her kingdom; helping the needy during their time of need, always purchasing things from the local vendors and merchants that have travelled long and far. She is beloved by the people, and shines a light on the royal family that makes them more human instead of the godly image that is projected onto the royal family.

Anyone who meets her would fall in love for her - and apparently not even Cursed Spirits were the exception.

The princess have always love spending her time out in nature - horse back riding with a few of the guards in training, swimming in the river that her brothers love to hunt by, learning about the different plants and herbs from the doctors that go out foraging for medical herbs. So it came to the surprise to no one when Sukuna stumbled onto the princess by accident on the riverbed.

Sukuna had not expected to see any human about as he goes about his walk deep in the woods. It was one of those rare moments to himself where he does not necessarily have anything he needed to do on hand, and also the few rare moments where he does not have a mob of sorcerers up his ass. He was just enjoying the sounds of nature and the soft wind blowing against his kimono when he heard what sounded like a human's laughter coming from the river near by. At first he was curious, since no human usually ventures this deeply into the woods. At the same time, he had wanted to ignore it, since humans are just a pain in the ass to deal with even if they can't see you. However, there was something so alluring about that soft giggle that had him wanting to see just who this annoying brat was. So, without even him realising what was happening, his feet quietly walked towards the river and before he knew it, he had pushed the last branch aside to peek over at the river bed curiously. Sitting before him on a flat rock by the river was a woman with flowing hair, her small feet dipped into the running water below as her hands reached forward to play with a few of the fishes that swam by. The pink fabric of her furisode laid behind her like a pink halo, showcasing the intricate sakura trees and flowers that were sown into the fabric. The aura around her was relaxed and peaceful, and somehow just seeing her brings him a sense of peace. As if she could sense his stare, the woman suddenly pauses before she turns to look over her shoulder curiously; bright and seemingly glowing eyes meeting his red ones head on. Sukusa felt the world around him come to a stop as the eyes of the princess before him trapped him on the spot, causing him to loose all train of thought from before. "Oh - were you wanting to sit here too?"

"Huh?"

The casual way she just asked him that question definitely threw him off. The woman actually just lets out a soft laugh at his dry answer. "It's alright - we can share the space if you don't mind." She commented, a teasing tone taking over her voice as she patted the free spot beside her. "I promise I don't bite."

If she had known just who this man was, she might actually understand how ironic her sentence was. But Sukuna decided not to comment on it as he quietly makes his way towards her, sitting down at the spot beside the princess whose eyes had already returned to the river before her. "The water feels extra nice today. And there is more fishes then usual." She conversed with the man casually, causing Sukuna to wonder if she is pretending to be as dense as she is right now. "How are you so calm right now? I mean, do you see a 10ft tall human with four arms every day or what? Your reaction is sort of dull."

The princess pauses in thought as she thinks, looking far too relaxed by his side. "I have always been able to see...odd things." She started off with a soft hum, glancing over at the man beside her with a soft smile. "I have asked people around me before, and after realising that I am the only one who can see them, I decided to ignore them." She admitted, running her dry hand through her hair softly. "But if I am being honest, this is the first time one has actually ever spoken to me."

"Well, I'm not the everyday curses." He said with a slightly proud tune in his voice, to which the princess beside him looks up at the taller man with interest. "Every day curses are small things, I am basically what people in my world call a Special Grade Curse." He continued, and for some reason, when he saw how her eyes were staring up at in him awe, he looked away with a light blush on his face. He doesn't even know what was about her that drags out these human-like emotions from him - he had never felt like this ever before.

"Special Grade Curse?" She echoes back with curiosity, to which the man beside her just nods softly as he leans back to rest on the free arms, the other two crossed across his chest. Suddenly she turned to face him, her eyes shining so brightly with excitement that it caused Sukuna to squint a little. "Can you explain just what you are to me a little more?"

One question was all it took to have Sukuna falling, and if he was being honest - he actually didn’t mind spending so much time on this little human. From sharing stolen nights in her bedroom in the royal palace, to sneaking out to just go to the riverbed where the met for the first time; they even spent time just wandering about his domain. It was actually during these small explorations of the world around them that created a special bond between the two.

For her, he was her escape from the restrictive and repetitive routine of royal life. For him, she was his utopia, a person he can turn to whenever he feels like just killing everyone around him. Soon though, these emotions sprouted into something deeper and more personal. It was jarring at first, falling for a human - but he knows that she was worth it all.

He remembers the way her eyes shone brightly with a constant look of innocence in them, yet she is mature and realistic enough to know that not everything is sunshine and rainbows. He remembers the way she carries herself, her warm and loving smile, how content he felt whenever she wrapped her arms around him. He loves the feeing of her soft hair that tumbles around her face in soft waves, how it feels like silk whenever he runs his fingers through them. How with just one glance, she can fill the void in his heart that he didn't know existed.

Yet they were never set to happy ending to begin with.

It was during just what started off like a normal day when the town the princess was in was suddenly invaded by a rival kingdom’s army. Their goal was to conquer and take over the kingdom with any means necessarily; meaning that the royal family had to go.

Uraume had entered his hideout, panting with wide eyes as they told Sukuna of the town now plunging into chaos. Within seconds the Cursed Spirit was up and sprinting towards the royal palace, great fear and anger gripping him from within. Entering through the destroyed doors of the grand palace, he ignored the screams of anguish of the others around him as he ran straight towards one of the buildings - the building where the royal sleeping chambers were located.

When he finally found her room, he felt like his heart was ripped out of his chest at the sight before him.

The once beautifully crafted shoji doors with panels decorated in a beautiful forest scene now laid in tatters, the furniture inside looking as if though a huge scuffle had happened. Rushing deeper into the room, he felt his heart sank to its stomach when he saw the splatters of blood leading towards the small room where the princess would sleep in.

Entering the back room, his red eyes scanned over the many splatters of blood about the room, the red handprints of the princess smeared across the ornate walls whilst the body of the princess laid on her futon; the sheets now soaked in blood. "No, no, no.." Sukuna managed out in horror as he quickly made his way to his lover's side, pulling her bloodied body into his arms immediately. "Flower, open your eyes. Please.."

Slowly her eyelids begin to move, and Sukuna felt his heart break when he saw how her now dull and tired eyes shifted to look up at him, taking a moment to truly process just who he was. "I'm so sorry..." Sukuna mumbles out through a small voice as he pulls her closer, trying his hardest to press his hands against the gashing wound on her abdomen. Since the wound was inflicted by a non-sorcerer, there was no trace of cursed magic on her; meaning that there was no way he can save her to begin with. "I-If only I had known..."

"Shh...it's okay.." The princess whispered out in a soft but pained tone, her bloody hand reaching up to cup his tattoo cheek ever so softly. The familiar touch brought another wave of emotion through Sukuna as he tries to blink back his tears, pulling her closer to his chest as he shifted his posture so she was sitting in his lap. He barely even acknowledge his own kimono that was slowly being soaked in blood. "Y-You didn't know this was going to happen...no one did...don't blame yourself..."

With watery red eyes Sukuna marvelled at how even though she was on death's doorstep, she still tried to put on a smile for his sake. "I'm so sorry..." Sukuna manages through a pained tone, tears now sliding down his face in thick streams whilst the woman just gave him a loving smile, resting her head on his shoulder. "Don't be.." She mumbles softly, forcing the man to look down at her as she gave him the same smile that had him falling for her from the beginning. "You know that...it takes more than this to get rid of me.."

The teasing words caused Sukuna to let out a soft and pained laugh, remembering the times where he would tell her how annoying she was whenever she would cling onto him and tease him relentlessly. He would trade anything to go back to those moments once more. "Brat.." He manages through his silent sobs, to which the woman just lets out a soft laugh as her fingers slowly traced along his features. For a few moments it was just silence, but the next time she spoke, Sukuna knew that the end was coming.

"Promise me...that one day, we will meet again."

"I promise, my love." Sukuna mumbles back quietly, resting his forehead against hers when he noticed how much effort it takes for her to blink. "No matter how long it takes, I will wait for you." He told her firmly as he presses a loving kiss on her forehead. "No matter how long it takes.." She echoes quietly, to which Sukuna just press a loving kiss on her head just as he felt her soft hand slowly slide down his chest, falling limply on her side.

For a moment Sukuna just held her against him, quietly crying into her hair. His entire world was in his arms, and just like that she was taken away from him. From that sadness came anger, and he soon found himself with the deep desire to crush whoever took her away from him.

Thus started the true rein of terror under the King of Curses, his anger fueling him to chase for bigger goals. Whilst he strive to rid of this world of dirty humans who took his flower away from her, he kept the vow that they promised one another - that they will wait for the other no matter how long it takes.

Because he had promised you so, and he’d do anything to keep that promise.

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Tony Stark: Are We Fighting?(Tony x Reader)

Warning: Sexual implying if you squint. Tony being cute and you being mad at him for a second.

A/N: Y’all this is my favorite, I love Tony fluff.

Summary: Tony’s in deep water after you notice the “head of security” watching your every move for an entire week straight. The only problem is, it’s date night, and can you really stay mad at someone with that face?

Word Count: 2k+

*NOT MY GIF* Don’t copy my work !

The aroma of tomato sauce and Italian herbs wafted the air around you immediately as you swung the large front door open, walking in. Tonight was date night, you were starving, but you had a serious bone to pick with the conniving genius. You kick your heels off and make your way through the foyer greeted by dimmed lights, a candle lit living room, soft romantic music playing, and an excessive amount of rose peddles leading up the grand staircase.

Nice touch Stark.

You look at it all in awe, but try to snap out of it, because you meant business tonight.

“Tony?!” You call out wondering where he was.

“In here.” He says peaking his head through the kitchen entry way, wiping his hands dry on a dish towel. “You look ravishing.” He says as he makes his way over to you, wrapping an arm around your waist giving you a quick hug and kiss on your forehead. “This isn’t too much is it?”

This was probably the best one yet. You were delighted at his efforts to make date nights memorable, especially since you hardly saw him. He had either been busy being an avenger or down in his lab working his life away. You were also very busy yourself running Stark Industries. Between the meetings and work related calls, it was a very rare occasion when you and Tony could just enjoy each others company. So this was when weekly date nights were born; Just a time to catch up and be together and have unadulterated quality time. You sigh taking it all in. Tony always does them well, especially when he is trying to make up for something. The dimmed lights, roses, music, candles, even his cologne— god, did his cologne smell good, intoxicating even. You could swoon right then and there the atmosphere was the definition of romantic and relaxing and here you are ready to uproar it all.

Damn, right.

“Told you date night would be extraordinary tonight.” He smirks taking your silence as a sign that you were pleased, while wiggling his eyebrows up and down. “Be back in a sec, get comfy.” He says giving you a wink before turning away.

He makes his way back into the kitchen to finish up whatever he had been doing previous and you follow him. He turns around and gives you a weird look, scrunching his face as he sees you following behind him. Those dazzling brown eyes weren’t going to get you this time, you were still mad— Maybe not as mad as you were before coming through that front door, but still upset enough to confront the issue right now.

“So something interesting happened to me today.” You say setting your purse on the kitchen counter as Tony strategically plates the pasta he made.

“Oh yeah?” He says maneuvering through the kitchen. “And what might that be kitten?” After he’s done, he turns to you popping an olive into his mouth, as he leans against the counter behind, ready listen attentively.

“Well I was ya know working my little ass off, minding my business… Ya know as I do every single day. When I noticed a very attentive Happy Hogan, watching my every move.” You say eyeing him suspiciously as he smiled innocently. “I thought to myself, now I’ve been seeing Happy in all sorts of wacky places this week, why would he do something like that?”

“I donno, why babe?” He says dusting his hands together for no particular reason looking everywhere else, but your face.

“Mmmh- maybe he’s just being his old paranoid, overbearing self this week. Watching my every move for no apparent reason.” You say testily, you already know Stark put him up to it.

“Happy is very dedicated to his new position. Didn’t you hear? He’s head of security, babe. He’s gotta be eyes and ears.” He sighs, now moving from his leaning position to begin pouring two glasses of bubbly. “That’s our Happy for ya."

Of course you heard, and of course Tony was the one who appointed him, and of course Stark Industries did not need that.

“Oh jeez golly! Eyes and ears on little ol me?” You say in a fake sarcastic souther bell accent.

He raises his eyebrows, and gives you a well justified laugh, because that accent was horrendous.

“Did you send happy to spy on me or what Tony?” You say getting to the point.

“No.” He says shaking his head from side to side frantically like a child who’s just got caught stealing from the cookie jar. “Nope, I don’t recall.”

“You don’t recall?” You scoff. “It’s a very simple thing to remember doing Tony. Did you say oh Happy please spy on my faithful, loyal, beautiful, loving, girlfriend?”

“Um— are we fighting?” We're not fighting are we?” He sighs genuinely unsure.

You didn’t want to fight or argue either, but he was getting on your nerves beating around the bush. You already knew he did it, you just needed to know why.

“Sure, we aren’t fighting Tony.” You say annoyance booming through, hoping he would just come out with it. He was definitely pushing your buttons. “Now did you send him?”

“ I don’t recall.” He says again now putting on a fake ‘thinking’ face.

“You don’t recall asking him?! Okay, well I am sure if we give him a call that might jog your little memory.” You grab your phone out of your purse quickly dialing his number. “Mmmh I think you’ve been hit on the head entirely way too many times, ya know since you can’t recall events.”

Before you can press the dial button to call Happy, Tony swiftly reaches over the counter where you are standing and snatches the phone from your grip, ending the call before it’s made.

“Okay, listen baby, I think we’re fighting, and I don’t want to fight tonight.” He says with pleading eyes putting his hands up in defense.

“Tony!” You yell at him going to where he is standing in the spacious kitchen. “You're not answering my question and you should have thought about that before asking Happy to spy on me!” Which I’m not understanding what for! Just say you don’t trust me and leave it at that, why play all these games?!”

His face flattened.

“Okay, kitten, listen it wasn’t like that. I do too trust you.”

So he did put Happy up to it— of course he did.

“You better explain or I’m Leaving Tony.”

He sighs heavily, shame settling on his features.

“Happy brought up this guy? Aldrich Killian, said you dated him a while back?" “Oh my go- you don’t trust me!” You exhaust throwing your hands up and turning on the heels of your feet ready to retreat out of the kitchen.

“No!” Tony quickly follows behind you. Come on babe, let’s talk about this!” He says grabbing you by your shoulder gently spinning you around.

“Tony you’re doing a lot of the talking, and only digging yourself in a deeper hole.” You say crossing your arms.

“Okay, let’s back track, I trust you, with everything I own, my life even. I’ve just been overwhelmed and overthinking recently. I can’t say what I did was right, but in the moment I didn’t feel it was exactly wrong either.”

“In the moment Tony really? What moment did you realize I needed to be spied on like some convict? What moment did you realize you didn’t trust me alone at work with some guy, I hardly ever dated by the way!”

“Okay, okay! I did not send him to spy on you, I sent him to keep an eye on you.”

“Same shit Sherlock and I don’t appreciate it ! You say you trust me but tis is definitely not how it’s coming off.” You huff in annoyance, trying to grab your phone from him again, in which he manages to keep it away from you snacking his free arm around you. “Give it back now, I’m leaving Tony!”

“Would you stop getting mad?!” He huffs. “Just- it’s not a trust thing baby. It’s a safety thing.”

“I wouldn’t be getting mad if you’d just tell me the truth and stop beating around the damn bush. I’m over it anyways, I’m going to be leaving now, so give me my phone and let me go.” He rolls his eyes and pulls you into him closer. “No you’re not leaving , stop being dramatic.” He says holding onto you tight, still holding the phone away from your grasp with his other hand. You scrunch up your face about to say something, about his remark, but he quickly says. “And don’t be mad that I think you’re being dramatic about this.” He says to ensure he digs himself out of being in trouble over that stupid comment.

He continues, “You already know I trust you so don’t give me that. I did all of this because I love you.” He says holding you close and swaying the two of you slightly to the music that is still playing softly in the background.

“Not the because I love you speech.” You say rolling your eyes, hands resting on his chest trying to create distance between the two of you, but he just pulls you back into him. “You are so annoying.” You comment on the action, surrendering to his grasp.

“No it’s not like that, I just needed to make sure you were safe. No malicious thought behind it or intent, I swear. I just wanted to make name you are safe at all times.” He says softly with a sigh as he feels that you’ve calmed down.

“Why wouldn’t I be safe at work?” You say looking up at him. He now sets your phone down on the near by counter and places the hand to your face, caressing your cheek.

“Anyone can be in danger anywhere honey, I’ve learned that the hard way— and if I were to loose you? Well let’s just say for my sake and peace of mind, I might of let fear cloud my judgment and asked Happy to keep an eye on you. No spying, just an eye. You know how he gets.” He looks deeply into your eyes and you could tell he was telling the truth. “I’m sorry, okay?” He leans into you just enough to rub his nose against yours playfully. “Do you accept my apology?” He says in a child like voice, giving you puppy dogs eyes.

He was so cute.

“Okay fine, I’m hearing you.” You say caving in. “But you’ve gotta stop him from following my every move— if I’m going to the bathroom, I don’t need him right out the door.” You huff.

“Done, you got it, Happy is officially barred off of bathroom duties. Can we kiss and make up now?” He says this as his lips ghost over yours and you happily lean into the kiss, knowing full well it was long overdue after how hard he worked to impress you tonight. This kiss was sweet and sincere, while also deep and romantic.

“I love you.” He says after breaking the kiss.

“You're a pain, but I love you too.” You both laugh before you give him another kiss.

“Now are we still fighting?” He smirks after pulling away a second time. “Just wanna double check before I invest.”

“You're so annoying.” You laugh rolling your eyes playfully. “No we aren’t.”

“Good because our spaghetti is getting cold and our chardonnay is getting flat.” He says intertwining your fingers and spinning you around to walk into the living room. “And you look entirely too good to keep this on all night.” He says referring to your outfit. “I can’t believe you were going to call Happy.”

“Well how about next time, you don’t play with me.” You laugh ready to enjoy your dinner.

“Oh, but honey, playing with you is my favorite thing to do. I especially love it when you scream my name.” He smirks giving you a wink.

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