#and then also I got back to my house today and my plants are fine! Duncan took good care of them I'm so relieved

[huntiesworld]

He loves me | Matt Sturniolo

Matt Sturniolo x Reader

Summary: Y/n loves to clean and do a everything shower and her nails. Matt her boyfriend can't help but to watch his girlfriend be so cute

Warning: Cuteness, adorable

Requested?: Nope! 

Author's note: That is my work, Please DON’T COPY MY WORK!! I think some other people did this, But I made it my own twist. IF I DID COPY SOMEONE WORK, PLEASE TELL ME!!!

I also wanted to post this today, because I didn’t want to lose the plot of the Story! But I’ll still be posting the Matt one on Monday

Y/n woke up early on a sunny Saturday morning, the rays of the sun gently streaming through the curtains, casting a warm glow across her bedroom. Today was her dedicated cleaning day, as she felt a sense of satisfaction and purpose as she slipped out of her bed. She padded quietly across the floor, careful not to wake her boyfriend Matt, who was still sleeping soundly. 

She headed straight to the bathroom, where she retrieved her favorite bottle of hair oil. It was her ritual to let the oil soak in her hair for the day before her evening shower. The fragrant scent of coconut and jasmine filled the air as she massaged the oil into her scalp, feeling the tension melt away. With her hair now glistening and neatly tied up in a bun, she washed her hands and moved on to the next task.

The kitchen was her next destination. Y/n loved the process of making coffee; the familiar routine brought her comfort. She filled the kettle with water and set it to boil, then carefully measured out the coffee grounds. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee soon filled the kitchen, invigorating her senses. She poured herself a steaming cup, taking a moment to savor the rich flavor before she got to work.

Armed with her coffee, Y/n began her cleaning routine. She started with the living room, dusting surfaces, fluffing pillows, and vacuuming the rug. Her favorite playlist played softly in the background, keeping her energized. As she moved from room to room, the house gradually transformed, each space becoming tidier and more inviting.

Meanwhile, Matt stirred awake, the sound of music and the faint hum of the vacuum reaching his ears. He stretched and got out of bed, curiosity pulling him towards the source of the activity. He walked into the living room and paused at the doorway, watching Y/n with a smile. She was lost in her rhythm, her movements graceful and purposeful. He admired her dedication and the way she brought warmth and order to their home.

"Good morning, love," he greeted, his voice still husky with sleep.

Y/n looked up, her face lighting up with a smile. "Morning, Matt. Did I wake you?"

"Not at all," he assured her, stepping closer to plant a kiss on her forehead. "You’re amazing, you know that?"

She blushed slightly, appreciating his words. "Thank you. I’m almost done here."

Matt offered to help, but Y/n insisted she was fine. She enjoyed these moments of solitude, where she could clear her mind as she cleaned. After a couple more hours, she finally finished, feeling accomplished as she looked around at the spotless rooms.

As the sun began to dip lower in the sky, signaling the approach of evening, Y/n headed back to the bathroom for her long-awaited shower. 

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Y/n stood in front of the bathroom mirror, her reflection illuminated by the soft, warm light that Matt had installed just for her. She was in Matt's apartment for the weekend, enjoying their time together. She started her pre-shower routine, carefully applying her favorite hair oil to her dry hair. The oil was a luxurious blend of argan and coconut, and she massaged it into her scalp, working it down to the tips. Her hair immediately seemed to glisten, absorbing the nourishing oils.

Matt peeked in from the bedroom, captivated by her focused expression and the way her hands moved through her hair with such care. "You're really something, you know that?" he said, his voice filled with admiration.

Y/n smiled at him through the mirror. "Just trying to look my best for my handsome boyfriend.”

"You always look perfect to me," Matt replied, his eyes soft with affection.

She laughed softly, continuing her routine. After letting the oil sit for a few minutes, she stepped into the shower, the water running warm and soothing. She reached for her strawberry-scented shampoo, working it into a rich lather. Matt had noticed how she loved that scent, and he made sure to keep a bottle of it at his place just for her.

As she massaged the shampoo into her scalp, Matt couldn't help but be mesmerized. Her movements were deliberate and graceful, each action seeming to carry a sense of ritual and care. She rinsed the shampoo out, then applied a hair mask, running it through her strands with her fingers. The mask was thick and creamy, promising deep conditioning and shine.

While the mask did its magic, Y/n began to wash her body with a floral-scented body wash. The scent mingled with the strawberry, creating a delightful fragrance that filled the bathroom. She used a soft loofah, making sure every inch of her skin was gently scrubbed and clean. Then she reached for her razor, carefully shaving her legs and underarms, her skin left smooth and soft.

Matt leaned against the doorframe, unable to take his eyes off her. There was something so intimate and beautiful about watching her take care of herself. It was a side of Y/n that was private, yet she shared it with him, and that made him feel closer to her than ever.

After rinsing out the hair mask, Y/n applied conditioner, combing it through to ensure every strand was coated. She let it sit while she finished her shower, then rinsed it out thoroughly, her hair now feeling silky and smooth. She turned off the water and stepped out, wrapping herself in a fluffy pink towel.

Y/n moved to the vanity, beginning her post-shower routine. She applied a lightweight body lotion, the floral scent matching her body wash. Next, she turned her attention to her hair, gently towel-drying it before applying a leave-in conditioner and heat protectant. She plugged in her hairdryer and began to dry her hair in sections, using a round brush to add volume and shine.

As she worked, Matt came up behind her, watching in awe. “You make it look so easy.” he said, his voice filled with admiration.

“It just takes practice.” Y/n replied with a smile, her eyes meeting his in the mirror, “And a bit of patience.” 

Once her hair was dry and styled, Y/n moved on to her skincare. She cleansed her face, applied toner, serum, and moisturizer, each step deliberate and soothing. 

Matt watched, entranced by the transformation. "You’re stunning," he said softly, coming closer to place a gentle kiss on her cheek.

Y/n blushed, feeling a warmth spread through her. "Thank you, Matt."

She stood up and moved to the closet, picking out an outfit for her nail appointment she had with herself. Today was her self care day. She wanted something comfortable, something that made her feel cozy and relaxed. Reaching into the depths of her closet, Y/n pulled out a pair of soft, loose-fitting sweat. The light pink fabric felt like a cloud against her skin, she paired the sweats with her favorite oversized t-shirt. 

"You look absolutely beautiful," he said, taking her hands in his and pulling her close. "I’m the luckiest guy in the world."

Y/n smiled up at him, her heart full. "I’m lucky too, Matt. Thank you for always making me feel so special."

“Now, time to do my nails!” she said happily, while clapping her hands.

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Y/n bustled around her living room, excitement bubbling within her as she prepared for at home Gel x manicure session. It had been a long week, and this was her way of winding down and indulging in a bit of self-care. She wanted everything to be perfect, from the setup to the final result.

First, she laid out a fluffy, white towel on her coffee table, creating a clean and soft surface to work on. Next, she brought out her Gel-X kit, which included everything she needed: a variety of gel nail tips, a bottle of nail glue, a UV lamp, and several shades of gel polish. She also placed her nail file, buffer, cuticle pusher, and some lint-free wipes neatly beside the kit.

Today, she planned to create a delicate floral design, something soft and feminine that reflected her love for all things pink and girly. Her boyfriend, Matt, sat nearby on her bed, his eyes following her every move with a mix of admiration and curiosity.

She began by prepping her nails, carefully pushing back her cuticles and shaping her nails with the file. The rhythmic motion was soothing, a ritual she found grounding. Once her nails were prepped, she selected the right size Gel-X tips, ensuring each one fit perfectly on her natural nails.

With precision, she applied a thin layer of nail glue to her first nail and gently pressed the gel tip into place. Holding it under the UV lamp, she watched as the glue cured, bonding the tip securely to her nail. She repeated this process for each finger, the UV lamp casting a soft, bluish glow that added to the serene ambiance of the room.

With all the tips in place, Y/n felt a surge of satisfaction. Now, it was time for the fun part: doing the design. She deliberated for a moment before painting her thumb, middle, ring and pinky a hot pink and her pointer finger a milky white.

"You're really good at this," Matt said, his voice filled with awe as he watched her carefully apply the base coat to her nails. "It's like watching an artist at work."

Y/n glanced up at him, a playful smile on her lips. "Oh, Matt, you flatter me too much. It's just nails."

"It's not just nails," he insisted, leaning forward slightly. "You put so much effort and detail into it. It's amazing."

Y/n's cheeks flushed a light pink, matching the color of the polish she was using. She steadied her hand and began to paint delicate pink petals on her nails, her concentration evident in her furrowed brow. Each stroke was precise, creating a beautiful, intricate pattern that seemed to bloom right before Matt's eyes.

"See?" Matt said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're incredible."

Y/n paused, looking at him with a mixture of pride and affection. "Thanks, Matt. It means a lot that you notice."

He smiled, his eyes never leaving her hands as she continued her work. She added tiny green leaves, a touch of glitter to the center of each flower, and a few rhinestones for that extra sparkle. The entire process was meticulous, but Y/n found it relaxing, almost meditative.

As she cured each layer under the UV lamp, she chatted with Matt about their plans for the weekend, her voice light and bubbly. He listened attentively, his gaze soft and loving.

"Can I try?" he asked suddenly, surprising her.

Y/n laughed, the sound like music to Matt's ears. "You want to do my nails?"

"Why not?" he replied, shrugging. "I want to see if I can make something as pretty as you do."

She handed him the brush, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Alright, give it a go. Just don't ruin my masterpiece."

Matt took the brush, his large hands surprisingly gentle as he attempted to mimic her delicate strokes. It was clear he wasn't as skilled, but Y/n watched him with a fond smile, appreciating his effort and enthusiasm.

"Not bad for a first try," she said encouragingly, though the design was far from perfect.

"Thanks," he replied, looking at her with a boyish grin. "But I think I'll leave the nail art to you from now on."

They both laughed, the sound filling the room with warmth and love. As Y/n finished her nails, adding a final glossy top coat, she felt a deep sense of contentment. Having Matt there, sharing in something she loved, made the moment even more special.

Once her nails were completely done, she held her hands up, admiring her work. "What do you think?" she asked, turning her hands this way and that to catch the light.

"Beautiful," Matt said, his eyes locked on her. "Just like you."

Y/n blushed again, the color in her cheeks rivaling the pink polish on her nails. She leaned over, giving him a sweet kiss on the cheek. "You're the best, you know that?"

"I try," he replied, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her close. "Anything for you, Y/n."

Y/n cleaned up her workspace, putting away her tools and blowing out the candle. She sat back in her chair, a smile playing on her lips as she looked at her newly done nails. They gleamed under the soft lighting, a testament to her care and attention to detail.

Their lips met, the kiss tender and filled with the unspoken promise of their deep connection.

They pulled apart, still holding each other’s gaze. Matt brushed a strand of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. "I love everything about you, Y/n. Every little detail, every moment we share. You make even the simplest things seem magical."

Y/n smiled, her eyes shimmering with happiness. "I love you too, Matt. More than words can say."

In that cozy bedroom. Surrounded by steam and the scent of strawberries, they stood together, wrapped in each other’s presence. The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, bound by love and the magic of everyday moments. Soon both fall asleep with big smiles on their faces. 

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Y/n stirred slightly as the morning light seeped through the curtains. The gentle rustling of the sheets and the warm presence next to her signaled that Matt was already awake. She felt a soft kiss on her forehead, and she slowly opened her eyes to see Matt’s smiling face.

“Good morning, beautiful,” Matt whispered, his voice filled with warmth.

“Good morning,” Y/n replied, her voice still groggy from sleep.

“I have a surprise for you today,” he said, his eyes twinkling with excitement. “You did such an amazing job cleaning the house yesterday, so I thought we could spend the day shopping. How does that sound?”

Y/n’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Really? That sounds wonderful!”

“Great! Take your time getting ready. I want you to feel special today,” Matt said, giving her another kiss before heading to the kitchen to prepare some coffee.

Y/n stretched and got out of bed, feeling a rush of anticipation for the day ahead. She headed to the bathroom to start her morning routine. First, she splashed her face with cool water to wake herself up, then reached for her favorite cleanser, massaging it gently into her skin. She followed with toner, serum, and moisturizer, taking her time with each step to ensure her skin felt refreshed and hydrated.

Next, she moved on to her makeup. She applied a light foundation, followed by a touch of blush to give her cheeks a natural glow. She opted for a soft, romantic look, using pastel eyeshadows and a hint of eyeliner to make her eyes pop. She finished with a swipe of pink lipstick, completing the look with a touch of gloss.

Feeling satisfied with her makeup, Y/n moved to her closet to pick out an outfit. She wanted something that captured her coquette style—feminine, playful, and a bit vintage-inspired. She selected a light pink, lace-trimmed blouse and paired it with a high-waisted, floral skirt that flared out just above her knees. She added a pair of white, knee-high socks and slipped into her favorite pair of Mary Jane shoes. To complete the look, she chose a delicate pearl necklace and matching earrings.

As she admired her reflection in the mirror, she felt a surge of confidence. Today was going to be special.

When Y/n walked into the kitchen, Matt was setting two cups of steaming coffee on the table. He looked up and his eyes widened in admiration.

“Wow, Y/n, you look stunning,” he said, walking over to her and taking her hands in his. “You always look beautiful, but today you look extra special.”

“Thank you, Matt,” Y/n said, blushing. “I’m excited for today.”

They enjoyed their coffee together, chatting and laughing, the anticipation building. Once they finished, they headed out to Matt’s car, ready for their shopping adventure.

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“Where do you wanna start?” Matt asked, his voice warm and encouraging. 

Y/n looked around, her gaze landing on a display of edgy, stylish pieces that were a far cry from her usual pink and frilly dresses. “Let’s start over there,” she said, pointing towards a rack of leather jackets and graphic tees.

As they walked over, Y/n’s excitement grew. She ran her fingers over the fabrics, feeling the smooth leather and soft cotton. She pulled out a black leather jacket, holding it up to her frame. “What do you think?” she asked, glancing at Matt.

“You’d look amazing in that,” Matt replied, his eyes filled with admiration. “Try it on.”

Y/n slipped on the jacket, the cool leather a stark contrast to her usual soft fabrics. She looked at herself in the mirror, turning this way and that. The jacket fit perfectly, adding an edgy vibe to her look. She couldn’t help but smile, feeling a surge of confidence.

Next, she picked out a pair of ripped jeans and a vintage band tee. She went into the dressing room, eager to see how the pieces would look together. When she emerged, Matt’s jaw dropped slightly.

“Wow,” he said, his voice full of genuine awe. “You look incredible, Y/n.”

She blushed, feeling a thrill at his reaction. “Really? It’s so different from what I usually wear.”

“And it suits you perfectly,” Matt assured her. “You can pull off any style.”

Encouraged by his words, Y/n continued exploring the store, trying on various outfits. She experimented with bohemian maxi dresses, chic blazers, and bold prints. Each time she stepped out of the dressing room, Matt’s eyes lit up with love and admiration.

Y/n found herself gravitating towards a mixture of styles – a leather jacket here, a flowy boho dress there, and even some preppy pieces with a modern twist. She was having the time of her life, and Matt’s unwavering support made the experience even more special.

After a few hours, they decided to take a break at a nearby café. They sat by the window, their shopping bags piled next to them. Y/n sipped her iced coffee, feeling elated and a bit tired from all the excitement.

“I had so much fun today,” she said, smiling at Matt. “Thank you for coming with me.”

“Of course, Y/n. I loved every minute of it,” Matt replied, reaching across the table to hold her hand. “Seeing you so happy and confident made my day.”

Y/n squeezed his hand, feeling a rush of affection. “I couldn’t have done it without you. Your support means everything to me.”

Matt leaned in, his gaze tender. “I love seeing you explore and try new things. No matter what you wear, you’ll always be the most beautiful person in the world to me.”

Y/n felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes, overwhelmed by his love and kindness. “I love you so much, Matt.”

“I love you too, Y/n,” he said softly.

They finished their drinks, chatting about their favorite outfits and planning future shopping trips. As they left the café, Y/n felt a renewed sense of confidence and excitement about her evolving style. With Matt by her side, she knew she could take on any fashion adventure and look fabulous doing it.

Together, they walked hand in hand through the bustling shopping district, ready to face whatever fashion trends the future held, their hearts intertwined and full of love.

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As they walked into the house, Y/n looked around at the clean, cozy space she had worked so hard to perfect. She felt a deep sense of satisfaction, not just from the shopping spree, but from the love and appreciation Matt had shown her.

“Thank you for making today so special,” Y/n said, leaning into Matt’s embrace.

“Anytime, Y/n. You mean the world to me,” he replied, kissing the top of her head.

They spent the evening together, snuggled on the couch, talking about their favorite moments from the day. Y/n felt cherished and loved, knowing that she had someone who recognized and appreciated all she did. It had been a perfect day, and she couldn’t wait to see what the future held for them.

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I looked through this like five times. it looks fine but I still feel like its all over the place. BUT ENJOY!!!!

[ereborne]

Song of the Day: March 10

“Don't Worry Baby" by Lorrie Morgan feat. the Beach Boys

[xoxoch3rry]

Murdering my girlfriend prank - Colby Brock

(NOT MY GIF)

NOT EDITED!!

Colby Brock x fem!reader

Warnings: Violence, Murder (fake obvi), fake blood, and curse words.

Summary: You and Colby decide to prank his roommates by making them think he murdered you.

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"Wassup guys, it's Colby Brock here, Welcome back to my channel. So today I'm going to be doing the murdering my girlfriend prank on my roommates." "So basically me and my girlfriend Y/N are going to be ''getting in a fight'' and I'm going to kill her" Colby laughed looking at me. "But the objective is not actually to kill me but just to make your roommates think that you killed me" I looked at the camera.

"Right so let's begin" he smirked at the camera. "Ok, so I just went and checked and everybody is currently downstairs right now." I smiled, walking back into Colby's room and watching him set up the camera. "Alright so I have this glass cup that I'm going to throw to make it sound like things are being thrown around, Y/N and I are going to scream and yell at each other, and then it's going to go quiet, and then we're going to put the fake blood on her" Colby look at the camera nervously.

"I think I'm gonna go downstairs, and I'm gonna cry while I'm down there, but I'm also gonna set up a camera, so yeah. Also, I'm doing an acting class right now so this is gonna be practice" I smile into the camera while walking down the hall and towards the steps. I start to focus on letting the tears fall down my face while I had the camera at my side. I walked into the kitchen and saw Devyn and Kat sitting on the counter talking to each other, with the rest of the surrounding boys all taking shots.

"Hey, Y/N you okay?" Devyn asked, making everyone look at me. "Yeah, I'm fine" I faked a smile while looking down at the ground. "Are you sure you're okay Y/N" Jake stared at me "mhm" I opened the fridge grabbed a bottle of water and walked out of the kitchen and into the hallway to set up the camera. I laughed while setting up the camera on the floor under a blanket. I stepped back to look to see if the camera was noticeable. It wasn't.

I ran back up the stairs to tell Colby that we can start. "Ok, we can start" I smiled at him as I opened his door. I hugged Colby tight while taking in a deep breath of air. "I love you and I want to make sure you win this prank war" I smiled looking up at him. He leaned down and planted a kiss on my lips, "I love you" was all he said as he pushed me back onto his bed and started yelling at me.

"WHAT THE FUCK Y/N" Colby yelled loud enough for everyone in the house to hear. "I'm sorry" I cried out "I didn't mean to ok, it was just a mistake" I cried letting the tears form in my eyes. "Keep going" I whispered to Colby as he looked like a wanted to stop seeing me about to cry. He nodded. Counting to yell, "YOU FUCKED ONE OF MY BEST FRIENDS!"

"It was a mistake, ok". Please, Colby, please listen to me" He picked up the glass and threw it on the floor as I screamed out from the shock of the glass shattering all over the floor. I moved some of the glass out of the way and lay on the floor covering myself in fake blood "Colby stop Colby" I screamed at the top of my lungs "Somebody help me please" I cried out "SHUT THE FUCK UP" Colby yelled as he banged on the wall with his hands as I continued to scream then stop. I heard people running up the stairs, and down the hallway.

"Colby, open the door" Sam yelled out as he tried to open the door, but it was locked. "Y/N" Kat screamed out "Y/N please open the door." "COLBY, OPEN THE DOOR RIGHT NOW MAN" Jake yelled out. I smiled at Colby as I put some of the blood that was on me onto his clothes and face. I closed my eyes as he got up and walked over to his door. He took a deep breath as he unlocked it and barely opened it to where they couldn't see inside the room. "What?" he asked looking at his roommates, "Is Y/N ok?" Kat and Devyn asked at the same time. Colby didn't answer as he looked to the side of him, "oh my god" Kat said looking at the blood on his clothes.

Jake and Sam's eyes follow where Kat was looking. Jake shoves the door open, making Colby stumble out of the way. "OH MY GOD" Kat screamed out, falling to her knees and crying. "Holy shit," Sam said, placing his hands on his face, "Colby, what did you do?" Sam asked, looking at Colby. "I don't know man, it just happened," He said, stumbling over my body and over to his couch, taking a seat. "I didn't mean for this to happen" Colby cried out, tears falling down his face.

"What the fuck happened?" Jake asked, walking over to me and kneeling to look at me. "We got into an um f-fight and I just got so mad a-and I wasn't thinking and i-i just, I didn't mean for this to happen" Colby cried. "We have to call 911" Devyn cried, hugging Kat. "NO, NO, we can't". "Why not Colby" Kat asked looking at him with tears in her eyes. "Because um... It's A PRANK" he laughed out, wiping his tears. I laughed turning to look at Jake as he just scoffed and got up "NOT COOL MAN, not cool" he looked at Colby as he ran to get the camera.

"Oh, my god, Y/N I thought Colby actually killed you" Kat and Devyn hugged me. "Aww you guys care about me" I hugged them back. "Man, I thought I was gonna have to help you cover up a murder." Sam laughed with Colby.

"Thank you guys so much for watching today's video, if you liked or want to see more videos like this make sure you like, comment, and subscribe". "Yeah, we got 'em" I yelled into the camera still covered in blood.

After the video was over, Colby hugged me so tight I could barely breathe, "Are you actually trying to kill me" I laughed looking up at him. He laughed leaning down to kiss me on the lips "I'm sorry for yelling at you" he said as he broke away from the kiss "It's okay, but you do have fantastic acting skills" I looked up at him "I learned from the best" I hugged him even tighter burning my face into his chest.

[lowtaperfeyd]

Hi 🥰 can i request scenario where reader is paul’s sister and feyd’s wife who is all about honor and one day after feyd’s fight she tells him that he’s not all that because he doesn’t fight fare and is coward 😏

Rats Vs. Mice

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Atreides!reader

author's note: Feyd is so fine. That's all.

warnings: death, blood, house harkonnen, knives.

wc: 940

(Y/N) Atreides’ father, the Duke Leto Atreides, had a saying, “Respect for truth is the basis for all morality. Something cannot emerge from nothing.” This has always been something both him and his daughter lived by. Because there is no honor in a man who isn’t truthful. Most of the time she didn’t think of this saying often, since she had been surrounded by truthful men. But when she married Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen she realized just how much the Harkonnens lie. She realized the truth did also die with her father. 

“Does he always fight this way?’ She interrogated her uncle-in-law as they were watching Feyd fight in the black and white light of the Harkonnen homeworld’s sun. 

“Yes of course he does!” He quickly responded, feeling a little offended because of the criticism of his heir from his own wife, “What other way is he supposed to?!”  

“I didn't mean to offend, my Baron,” she replied, realizing it was a bad idea to bad mouth Feyd in front of his uncle, “I’m sorry.”  

“Silly girl,” the only thing that came out of the baron’s mouth after that was, “That boy killed his own mother.” (Y/N) continued to watch Feyd fight. 

The way his arm moved through the air in a teasing motion. Like a cat drawing out the death of a mouse. It was complete cowardice disguised by an overconfident nature from many fights against drugged opponents. Drugged opponents who may just stand a chance against Feyd-Rautha. Of course, she did not think he was a bad fighter, just that he was a big baby. 

The fight, of course, ended with all of Feyd’s opponents on the ground lying still and Feyd’s knife rising to the air to show the blood of his kills. Pathetic from a man who won’t even fight a sober man, (Y/N) thought.

As Feyd went back through the tunnel he came out of, (Y/N) turned toward the baron and asked him,

“Would Feyd ever fight against a man who wasn’t drugged?” 

“Why do you ask this?” The baron asked suspiciously. 

“I mean, isn't his birthday coming up? A good present for him would be fighting someone of equal machinery in a sense. You also need to test whether or not he would be good for Arrakis. I know you aren’t happy with Rabban.” 

The baron just mumbled incoherently. 

“Anyway, I must leave,” She said as she got up, “I have to see my husband.” 

(Y/N) began walking through the tall halls of the fortress. Passing grotesque portraits and seeing the black and white fireworks coming from outside of the castle. The fireworks in celebration of Feyd’s victory. Even though it was dark inside the castle the fireworks did light it just enough to where you did not need a glow globe to transverse through the corridors. The air got more frigid as she continued to walk deeper and deeper to her husband’s room. Like walking into the belly of the beast. She got to her husband’s bedroom door and saw two guards outside of it. 

“You can leave” (Y/N) said to the guards. 

The guards just looked at her and nodded. Afraid of what she would or her husband would do if they didn’t listen. 

(Y/N) opened the huge door to see her husband sitting hunched over on his bed. His feet firmly planted on the ground. His knife, still bloody, in his hands. 

“I watched you fight today.” She said cooly to him. 

“I know,” He said equally, “I saw you from the ground” 

“Well congratulations-” She tried to get out before being interrupted by Feyd, 

“What were you talking about with my uncle?” He bit out in a mix of anger and annoyance.

“I don’t know what youre talking about.” (Y/N) deflected. 

“Don’t play coy!” He shouted and moved to stand menacingly in front of his wife, “I saw you two talking and then looking back at me. What was it!”   

“You would be right, Feyd,” She responded, standing her ground, “We were talking about you.” 

(Y/N) declared, “How much of a coward you are,” After saying this she could see the anger lighting up in the cold, black eyes of Feyd-Rautha, “How his youngest nephew only fought people who weren’t able to beat him. And how pathetic it is.” She spat at him.  

“And would you know something, he actually agreed with me.” (Y/N) lied through her teeth, hoping that Feyd would not go and ask his uncle about it later, 

“He agreed that it would be more entertaining if you actually fought people who stab you as easily as you stab them. Have a form of equal bloodshed.” 

Even though his wife was still berating him, Feyd continued to look at his wife, the woman who was not afraid to question him or go against when it came down to speaking, and thought about how pretty she would be with her head on a spike. Red lipstick smeared on her lips and hair all messed up from the blade going across her throat. 

“And do you want to know the worst thing about you Feyd,” (Y/N) continued to push his buttons, “any honor you have earned is false. The only animal one could compare you to is a lazy, house cat; who can only find entertainment in tiny mice, and can’t defeat the rats which actually pose a threat.” 

“You lost all your honor the day you killed your mother.”

"What makes you think you know anything about honor? " Feyd retorted, "Your family is dead and mine is thriving."

[misstycloud]

Yan!husband x reader x Yan!ex

You and your dear husband have gained new interesting neighbours from your past. What will your former love say now that you’re promised to someone else?

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“Phew, that’s the last one.” Arthur exhaled and finally allowed himself to take a breather. He reached his arms up and stretched his back, hearing satisfying cracks.

“Yes, now I can sleep.” You exclaimed bliss.

“Sorry, sweetheart. It’s dinner first, then you can sleep.” Your husband kissed you tenderly on the cheek and you groaned.

“No, it’s fine, I’m not even hungry.”

Arthur gently smiled with amusement, “Nice try, dear. But it won’t work on me.”

You huffed in frustration and crossed your arms in defiance for not being able to sway your husband, and said husband simply laughed at your failure.

You and Arthur had just come back from your honeymoon in the Maldives, which had been wonderful and deeply romantic. He had done everything to make it perfect for the two of you, always peppering you in his attention and affection. Never once did his mind stray to something else besides you. It seemed like he didn’t let you out of his sight, in the least.

It made you feel somewhat overwhelmed but you assumed every woman shared your notion. You had just married after all. It was normal. Completely normal.

Befor you flew on you honeymoon, you decided to buy a new beautiful house together. The apartment you lived in previously wasn’t bad in any way, tough you two wanted something fresh. Something that also came with a garden, of Arthur got to chose. Gardening was a hobby he’d picked up this year, he was capable of growing elegant blooms without struggle and it was something he took pride in. Some people-like you for example- clearly didn’t possess the green thumb like he did, you still tried to recreate some of his creations and failed miserably.

Luckily your then fiancé, didn’t judge people based on their ability to grow plants and didn’t kick you out.

“Honey, what do you feel like eating today?” Yelled Arthur from the kitchen to you, who sat in the living room.

The moving company had already placed your bigger furniture in the house, so you had something to sit on. It didn’t help the ugly view of the mountains of cardboard boxes laying spread out in the floor. The TV was also among the things to first be unpacked, you simply couldn’t live without it. Oh well, it it what it is.

“I dunno, pasta maybe?”

“Pasta it is.” He complied while opening a box that had ‘non-fridge food’ written on it, and grabbing a package of spaghetti. He knew exactly what dish to make and put on an apron.

Then he laid out the other ingredients needed and began boiling the water. As the man cut the vegetables, you approached him from behind and gave him a hug.

“Can I help?”

“I’d….rather not have you do that.” Arthur carefully admitted and turned to look at you with a sorry smile. “It’s better if you just go watch TV, and let me do the work.”

“But…” you began protesting, noticing the cutting board and the vegetables atop it. “I can help you cut the garlic and tomatoes.”

He pulled you back as soon as you prepared to grab the knife laying beside the board, and clasped your hand close to his chest, “Ah, darling! Don’t do that.” He blurted out.

“W-what, why?”

“Because I wouldn’t want my sweet wife to hurt herself.”

“I won’t, come on Arthur. It’s not like accidentally I’ll cut my finger off and then die.”

At your dreadful words, he hissed in response and quickly said, “Don’t say that.” And stared into your eyes with such determination and intensity that you almost forgot who you were and where.

“R-right, sorry.” You apologised for the gruesome picture you had painted in his mind and awkwardly turned your gaze to the ceramic tiles making up your floor.

“No, I’m the one who should be sorry. I’m keeping you from doing the things you want, I don’t deserve you. You shouldn’t have married me.” He explaned dejectedly and looked at the floor, him too.

“It’s fine, I promise.”

Arthur felt you softly caress his cheek and saw you smiling at him.

“I can go watch TV, no problem.”

You left him to his own devices in the cooking area and plopped down on the grey couch and scrolled through films you found uninteresting. Seeing you follow his advice, the man you call husband smiled in satisfaction and went back to cooking.

Throwing yourself on the couch, you groaned in contentment. You got to say that the food absolutely slapped and now your stomach demanded rest. Arthur was way to good at cooking, he seriously belonged in a culinary show or something. You had complimented him for his skills for years now and every time he brushed you off with a humble shrug, saying he isn’t all that and there are better out there.

“Ugh…”

“Don’t fall asleep on the sofa.” Arthur warned, preferring for you to go directly to bed instead of slouching off in the living room. Though if push came to shove, he would carry you.

“I’ll try…” you murmured and closed your eyes despite his words.

Seeing your drowsy form, he chuckled and continued doing the dishes. You on the other hand, struggled to keep yourself conscious and nearly fell to the grasp of sleep multiple times. When you felt yourself drifting off, you forced your eyes open, only to have them close again.

The sudden ring of the doorbell brought back energy, only enough to let you listen in. Arthur had went to the door when hearing it, and he wondered to who it could possibly be. Him and you were new here, so it couldn’t be a neighbour visiting for a friendly chat since no one knew you. He hadn’t ordered anything either and as far as he knew, you hadn’t either.

The man peeked outside through the peephole imbedded in the large piece of wood and saw an unfamiliar man-no older than himself- standing right outside. Compared to his own natural raven hair, the stranger had bleached blonde hair. Sadly it appeared someone hadn’t gotten the bleaching done properly for the strands had a yellow hue to it.

His clothes consisted of a harsh red t-shirt, quiet wrinkly Arthur had so admit. Perhaps did the man outdoors drop the bleach on his jeans as well, when changing hair colour. Because they too were stained with lighter colouration than other parts of them.

Deciding to ask him to what brought him to your home, Arthur graciously opened the door just as he noticed the blonde reaching for the bell a second time since no one had opened, and the lights were on which meant there was indeed someone home. What he didn’t know was that he had been scrutinised by a pair of grey eyes for quite some time.

“Yes, can I help you?” Said Arthur in a polite but firm tone, signaling he wanted no play and get right to it.

The stranger had stepped back a foot when the door abruptly swung open and a very tall-maybe annoyed- man stared down at him. Frankly, he wasn’t that much taller, but it still showed when standing so close to each other.

“Eh, hey.” He greeted, “I’m your new neighbour. Sorry to bother, but you don’t happen to have some eggs you don’t need?”

One of Arthur’s brows shot up at the question, “We do, in fact. Why? You want to borrow some.” The last sentence would have seemed like an inquiry, it clearly wasn’t, based on the tone he used. It was a statement.

The blonde gawkily nodded and laughed stiffly, “Yeah, sorry I get that you got here like today.”

“It’s fine.” Your husband sighed, “but don’t forget to pay us back.”

“Us?” The stranger said, slightly confused.

“Me and my wife.”

“Oh, sorry man. Thought you moved here alone.” He apologised.

Arthur didn’t wish to speak to this man longer than he had to. He would have preferred to slam the door in this rascals face and reject his request for eggs, but even he understood it was something that wouldn’t benefit you in the further. He had to make a good impression on neighbours in order to live without trouble, at least on a social level were you lived. It wasn’t fun to be at odds with your neighbour, you live in the same building after all.

Rolling his eyes, the black haired man left the blonde man at the house entrance to fetch some of the requested food.

While resting, you had listened to their entire conversation. And though you had no idea to who the stranger at the door could be, the voice did sound dreadfully familiar. You had defiantly heard that voice before, long ago. Getting up from your position, you followed your husband from behind and peered over his tall frame to spot a glimpse of the person.

When you saw them. You understood why the voice was so familiar.

Feeling your body stiffen and blood run cold, eyes widening you were only able to mumble, “…W-Weston..?”

Instantly when he heard your voice, the blonde man noticed you. And turned his attention on you with the speed of lightning, intensity burning. You gasped. His expression mirrored yours. The eggs he so wished to borrow splattered on the floor in a yellow goo.

“…(Y-Y/n)…..?” He uttered just as shocked as you currently felt. “What are you…?” Weston wandered off in the middle of his sentence.

As the exchange went on in stunned silence, your husband observed the scene with raised suspicion. Did you know this man?

Weston’s initial shock wore off and his features transformed into a supple smile, he stuttered as he tried to get his thoughts out. “I-it’s been so long….what a-are you doing here?” he heavily exhaled in amazement.

“I…I live here..” your answer was as stiff as a board and you glanced at Arthur, who was also looking perplexed at you.

As if he suddenly understood a hard math problem, Weston perked up, “Oh, are you visiting your sister and her husband? So you currently live with them? I know this is far from your childhood home.”

Damn, he had already began making assumptions. It would be very awkward to correct him now, but you couldn’t lie to him. It would just make things more confusing and complicated in the future when he wondered to why you hadn’t gone back to ‘your’ home.

Your husband reacted before you could, “No, she is not visiting. She lives here and is in fact my wife.” He spat, hating that he created theories on you relationship.

“W-what..?” He forcibly laughed as if he thought he heard wrong, “she’s your wife..?”

“Yes. Now who are you to be so familiar to my (Y/n)?”

“Me?” Weston scoffed, “I’m her boyfriend.”

Not wanting things to become more sour than it was, you hastily broke in, “Were, Weston. You were my boyfriend.” You reminded.

When you were 15 years old, you met Weston at your school. The two of you had been put in the same class and therefore had to work together on assignments, from time to time. Despite having gone to the same school since elementary, you had never properly spoken to each other. Simply overlooking the others existence unless you had to interact. Like, during a game of tag, for example. Those were circumstances you needed to talk, but didn’t further the relationship. Choosing to stay with your respective friend group.

The time you really started hitting it off were when you had a super important assignment that would determine a great deal of your grade that year. So that was when you really focused and took the task seriously, and spoke carefully about what would be a good idea and what wouldn’t. Compared to previous pair work, where you and Weston didn’t speak five sentences to each other, came to an agreement instead of ditching as soon as you could like you had done other times. So it wasn’t weird that you two started hanging out and chatting more now that you found out that the other party wasn’t all that bad, as you might’ve thought.

Aquintances turned to good friends, that became best friends, which eventually blossomed to romance.

Weston was your first boyfriend. He was your first everything, and you were his first as well. As you were so young back then, you stupidly believed you’d stay a couple forever. Reality proved your belief wrong as it does most of the time. When you got older, you wanted to peruse different things. The deduction to break up was mutual, though its reinforcement was mostly you and met with some resistance from Weston. However, it all ended anyway.

Hearing your defiance, Weston yielded. “Yeah….right.”

“You were..dating..” you heard Arthur mumble under his breath, not sure if he wanted an answer or not you still said.

“Yeah, back in high school and such. Sorry, I didn’t know he lived here, too.” The last part you murmured in his ear, quietly.

“Sooo…you’re married!” The blonde exclaimed an unnaturally cheerful voice. “I’m glad, hehe. You did always wish to get married, so that’s great.” He let out an equally strained laugh.

“Eh..yeah, hehe. I guess so.” You pretended that you didn’t remember that he was the one you had wanted to marry in your younger days. And now it was weird since you were indeed married, just not to him. “So you live next door?” Bending down, you collected to egg shells still covering the floor.

“Yeah, I do.” Weston copied your movement to help you clean up the mess he’d made but was stopped by your spouse, who sent him another one of his furious looks.

The tall, dark haired man couldn’t bear to see some pathetic lowlife from the past ruin things between you and him. Things had gone to perfectly smooth in the latest years, and no one-exactly no one- will he let destroy it.

Witnessing your husband aiding you in your job, he retracted his hands and stood there as still as whatever is the ‘still-est’

“Don’t worry, I’ll get some new ones for you.”

“No need, it’s not that urgent. I promise.” he reassuringly stated.

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

Shrugging, you went to the kitchen to throw away the discarded shells and grab a towel to wipe the egg yolks. When you came back with the paper, your surprise visitor was gone like the wind.

“Where’s Weston?” You asked Arthur, sending him a perturbed expression.

The man told you not to worry, “He’s gone home. It wasn’t urgent, like he said. He said to me he would simply make something else to eat.”

Thinking it was a bit rude to just rush off like that, you couldn’t blame him for it. This unexpected meeting was rather startling. The next time you’d run into him(which you’ll undoubtedly do), you’d try to be as nice as possible to him. Being enemies with neighbours was a freaking pain in the ass. No thanks.

“Okay, I’ll let him borrow things in the future if he’d so wish. “

“That sounds great, honey.” Arthur gazed at you as you closed and locked the front door after Weston’s departure. Then as you ventured back and up to the second floor, leaving Arthur alone in the the same position.

His smile had faded significantly and he muttered, “This can be a problem.”

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[look-at-the-soul]

All I ask (Part 1)

Tommy Shelby x reader

@runnning-outof-time thank you so much for requesting this song! It’s one of my absolutely favorites of all times… but guess what? I also wrote this for your 3.5 celebration 🎉 !! Using the prompt Please stay with me tonight and this is also the prequel to the request you did @l1-l4 a while ago 🥰

✨A/N disclosure although I had used this very same song to one of the first stories I posted, my pre-war series they’re totally different

⚠️ Angst

Word count: 3,724 Song: All I ask by Adele

Summary: You find Tommy after the race, he’s injured but that’s not the strange part, you know there’s something bigger, you can see it in his eyes. You had been there for Tommy and as he finally decided to make his feelings official, he asks for a bit patience as something-someone- just changed the course of how things should be.

“Y/N…” His deep voice caught your attention immediately and when you looked at Tommy, he was already walking directly towards your desk. “Are you coming to the Garrison?”

A soft smile and glint in his eyes was all it took to make your insides turn into jelly.

“Yeah, I’m just finishing the invoices of todays shipment.”

“Alright, I’ll save a spot for you then.” Tommy winked at you. “And after a few drinks… we can talk about us, ey?” He cleared his throat, nervous about it. But excited of finally finding the courage to ask you to be his.

“Us.” You repeated with a bunch of butterflies in your stomach. Tommy had been walking you home every night, offering some of his whiskey and cigarettes during your breaks, brushing his hand with yours deliberately, and this was probably it, the moment you’ve been waiting for. “Of course…don’t keep them waiting.” You pointed at the group giving the two of you glances.

Tommy glanced at the blinders. “What are you doing here? Get the fuck out already.” He barked with his cigarette perched between his lips, then you noticed how his shoulders relaxed a bit as he leaned his palms on your desk. Hovering over you, bordering on being intimidating but not to you, not when you had seen another side of him.

“Our lives are about to change after the races.” There it was the sparkle and excitement in his eyes. “And I’ll finally be able to compensate you for being right here for me.”

You have been helping him for a few weeks with the shipments of rum after closing the shoe shop.

“Tommy you don’t have to do anything, I’m just happy to see your success.” The smile grew genuinely on your lips.

“Nevertheless… you’re part of that.”

He rubbed his thumb on your chin seconds before to pull your face towards him and plant a soft kiss on your cheek before disappearing from the betting shop with the rest of the Blinders. Leaving you with a butterflies revolution inside of you, fluttering not only in your stomach, but in your entire body.

This had been going on for a while now, the subtle touches and looks, the countless winks and smiles that made your knees go weak.

Looking at the empty betting shop you couldn’t help but go back in time to the day when you met Tommy. After arriving back home to help your parents with their shop, to take over his place because he couldn’t work anymore, in your very first day in charge Tommy arrived to get a pair of shoes for his brother.

(Flashback)

“Will you pay in cash or should I add this to your account sir?”

The smirk he gave you sent chills all over your body, your poor Mother went pale and rushed towards the counter.

“Mr. Shelby it’s just fine she doesn’t know.”

“Just asked him-”

“Y/N… Mr. Shelby is in charge of our security, his shoes are on the house.”

You gave him a shocked look. “We don’t eat from security mother, my father’s medicines are meant to be paid for.” You stated firmly looking at him defiantly.

Tommy was immediately amused by your bold temper and your sense of loyalty towards your father. Fishing into his pockets he got a few bills.

“No Mr. Shelby, we can’t accept that.”

“Under different circumstances, I’d have this place burned right away. But we only have two options… one is you get your father’s medicines on the house or I burn that place down… or you either accept that I pay for my shoes, therefore you can cover the medicines.” He dragged his piercing eyes from the counter to yours. “So, which will it be, Y/N?”

If only you knew a little about his reputation before that first encounter, you’d have just shut up and let him take the bloody shoes.

But although you had a big mouth and impossible dreams, you also knew when you just stepped on the line so quietly you took the money, with your head down.

“It was lovely meeting you,” Tommy admitted looking at you, then he tipped his peaky cap towards your Mother. “Don’t worry Mrs. Y/LN, the privileges stay the same.”

Flopping into the closest chair she shook her head.

“I’ve told you endless times your boldness will lead you towards trouble! Did you see the razor blade on his cap? He blinds people with that!”

Your hands started shaking just as your heartbeat sped up, realizing how close you were to mess everything up.

“Don’t you even dare to tell your father this happened, he’d get a heart attack.” She scolded you while she counted the money, realizing Mr. Shelby left way more than what the shoes costs. “Go over the betting shop to give back Mr. Shelby the extra money. Go!”

But showing up in the shop went worse, because not only he didn’t accept the money back explaining it was to cover some of the previous shoes he didn’t pay, but he made you place an order for every single blinder in the room with the respective payment of course.

(End of flashback)

You could only dream to finally being asked out properly. How would his hand feel around your waist? Or his lips on yours?

But your daydream was cut by a blonde woman who showed up unannounced, expensive clothes and jewelry on display, her eyes scanning the place.

“I’m looking for Mr. Shelby.”

Getting a strange feeling, you thought something wasn’t right, she didn’t belong there. What could she possibly be looking for?

“Tommy left already.”

Her eyes stopped on you finally, at the mention of his name. And a shiver cursed over you… could this be the woman that everyone talked about? The one who broke his heart and turned him into a heartless man? The traitor…

“Can I help you?” Your words tasted bittersweet on your lips. Of course you didn’t want to help her.

She shook her head, making her short curls move.

On one of the very first days that your unusual relationship with Tommy started, you accidentally over heard a conversation between Tommy and his aunt, Polly she was furious after finding out that he saw her. But Tommy quickly brushed it off saying he was just working on part of his revenge to Campbell.

That it meant nothing.

But you didn’t understand anything as you entered to show him the catalog for the new shoes you would get to sell in the shop, giving him a first sneak peek to choose from.

But with the races coming up, that topic was soon forgotten, until now.

“I’ll call tomorrow, maybe I’ll get better luck because I really need to see him.”

“May I have your name?” You needed to confirm your suspicious.

“Never mind.” She turned her back at you and left without another word.

It took you several minutes to recover from the encounter, something in your gut was trying to warn you about what would happen next.

A lot of women were after Tommy, that wasn’t a secret, but there was something wrong about this one.

Agitated when you arrived at the Garrison, didn’t notice Tommy was calling out your name until his hand wrapped around your shoulders.

“I think I’m heading home.”

“Woah why? Thought we’d get to pre-celebrate.”

But you didn’t feel up for it, not after seeing her.

“Want me to get you a doctor sweetheart?” He examinated your face, looking for a sign.

“No, I just need to be alone.”

“That’s not going to happen.” He stated taking off his coat to place it on your shoulders before guiding you outside.

Your mind was miles away while you walked that you never noticed he took you to his house.

“I’m sure we’ve some soup left.”

“I just want to have some rest.” You insisted.

“Y/N… what’s the matter? You can get some sleep here.”

“This isn’t my home, Tommy.” It’d be wrong.

He took you by the shoulders, to force your gaze meet his. “But it’ll be… very soon.” His piercing blue eyes getting through every layer. “This house, the business, me, the dreams, the success, we’ll share absolutely everything. Would you like that?”

By the way he was holding your face between his hands, you didn’t have another choice but look into his eyes.

“That sounds lovely.” You’ve seen all the hard work he did, always ahead of every challenge, he never backed down of anything. And it would finally pay off after the races.

“We’ll take over the racing licenses, the bets. Pol will be able to get her revenge, and Darby Sabini won’t even know where to look.” His eyes sparkled in excitement, his whole face seemed to be lit up. “We’ll have it all, people will look at us and talk about what we did for years.”

His hopes were contagious, his excitement made you feel proud.

But deep down, you felt worried about Grace’s come back, if she was in his past what bloody business could she still have towards Tommy? She was married now and Tommy used to burn her letters as soon as they arrived.

“Oi, don’t worry… everything will be just fine.” He misunderstood your worry thinking it was about the races, not what was really on your mind. “Once I’m done, I’ll come and look for you, hmm?” His knuckles ran absently on your cheeks and chin in a tender motion. He was even smiling feeling in total control over how events would unfold. “And we’ll go somewhere on our own.”

“You promise?” Your voice cracked, there was an uneasy feeling about the whole thing; the races, the plan, the outcome.

He nodded profusely.

“Stay with Ada and the kids, I’ll take care of everything else.”

It was your turn to nod.

“You don’t seem so sure.” He added feeling the tension take over his shoulders and back.

“Because the risk is huge.” You turned around to take the cigarette case from his coat, in the mean time he took the matches to help you light it. “I don’t want to lose you.”

Blowing the smoke in the opposite direction, you didn’t catch the smirk playing on his lips. He loved this game, taking two steps back and then one forward.

“Stupidity can ruin things up you know?” You added bothered, terrified of Grace coming back into his life.

Tommy chuckled, amused by your attitude.

“I love when it when you’re like this.” He bit his lip, trying to not give onto the temptation with all his willpower.

There was something special about you, about the way you did everything that pulled him towards you, it was inevitable and he couldn’t wait to ask you out formally after the races, he wanted to make it right, take things slow. First he’d ask your father for his blessing and then finally ask you to be his.

Taking a long puff of your cigarette he flicked it over the sink, hands planted firmly at each side of your face but being careful enough to not burn your hair.

“Tomorrow night will be the first night of our lives, you hear me?”

Everything he ever dreamed of, it would finally be materialized after the races… and he’d be able to move out of Small Heath.

You could see it all in his eyes, the promises in his words.

“While I was mapping out the races, I saw a house.” He trailed off getting rid of his suit jacket, placing it over the chair.

“A house?” You asked confused.

But Tommy shook his head, turning around leaning his body against the table. “It was a fucking mansion, actually.”

You studied his features, his tone.

“So I made an offer for it and they accepted.”

“Why would you want a mansion?”

“Because that’s where we’ll live when we get married.” He added and he didn’t even try to hide the wide smile that appeared, golden tooth catching the light.

A hand flew to cover your mouth. “Tommy…”

“And you’ll get loads of space and rooms to decorate whatever you want, and I’ll hire maids for you, a cook…” he offered you his hand and you took it, only for him to pull you towards his body, trapping you between his legs. “What do you think?”

He was always thinking big, and the image of a future with you after all the hard work was making him feel hopeful, excited even about rebuilding his life and having you by his side. All his life he waited for this moment, the instant before everything changed for good. And he was particularly looking forward to share it with you.

Closing your eyes at the sensation of his lips on your neck, you lost track of any coherent thought.

Pushing away the doubts about what Grace could possibly want with him, you gave in into what he making you feel, kissing him back.

He never crossed the line, sure he flirted, made suggestive comments from time to time, touched you when no one was watching, stole a small kiss close to your mouth, but he always respected you.

‘Cause in that moment it didn’t really matter that you weren’t officially a couple, you knew deep down it was all or nothing at all. And for a split second the rational part of your mind, chose to be with him. Even if it was only for one night.

It could all go wrong.

I will leave my heart at the door

I won't say a word

They've all been said before, you know

Or maybe it could just be unfounded fears.

So why don't we just play pretend?

Like we're not scared of what's coming next

Or scared of having nothing left

But either way, tonight you just wanted to feel him.

Look, don't get me wrong

I know there is no tomorrow

“Tommy I need you.” You whispered against his ear, feeling his body tense immediately.

All I ask is

Bitting your lower lip, you dared to look at him, to make sure he understood your statement.

If this is my last night with you

Hold me like I'm more than just a friend

Give me a memory I can use

And there it was, the fire in his eyes shining like the clear sky you had only seen so far away from Birmingham. Blue flames dancing, wondering if you actually wanted to take this step.

Take me by the hand while we do what lovers do

It matters how this ends

'Cause what if I never love again?

He didn’t waste anymore time, lips finding yours with the eagerness and passion he had been holding back for a while.

I don't need your honesty

It's already in your eyes

Regardless of what could happen at the races, or what Grace had to say to him, you wanted to lock this moment in your heart for the rest of your life.

No one knows me like you do

Returning the kiss with the same passion, you let him took you by the hips to hook your legs around his waist, carrying you upstairs so easily. You hold onto his neck as if your life depended on it, leaving featherlight kisses all over his jawline and neck, and when he finally reached his bedroom you took your time undoing the buttons of his vest and shirt. Ever so slowly, to make it last as long as possible.

Let this be our lesson in love

Let this be the way we remember us

The uneasy feeling at the top of your stomach settling even more by the minute.

I don't wanna be cruel or vicious

And I ain't asking for forgiveness

Something you couldn’t name was telling you this would be the last night that you’d spend together.

It matters how this ends

You were determined to make the most out of it.

'Cause what if I never love again?

Giving into the desire, you let him undress you.

Hands exploring each other’s bodies, skin mapping like there was no tomorrow, he was determined to give it all to you, but also he wanted to take everything from you; your moans, your pleasure, your reactions to his touch, the way your face contorted from the pleasure.

Fingers exploring every corner like they always belonged there, eyes finding unanswered questions, lips setting skin on fire.

As Tommy reached his peak, you whispered; “Please stay with me tonight.”

You could’ve asked him anything in the world and he would’ve given it to you.

Laying on his side, he passed an arm to wrap it around you. His eyelids closing from the exhaustion. It’s was the happiest he had been in a long time and to be honest he couldn’t find the right words to say, that’s why he chose to press his lips against your hair.

***

The pub exploded in cheering as Arthur proposed another round for everyone. People chanted happily after the Peaky Blinders took over the licenses just like they had planned.

But Tommy was nowhere to be seen.

Eyes looking at the door every time it was opened, heart hammering against your ribcage, longing to find those blue eyes among the people.

It was pretty late, most of the people were drunk by now, until John got close to you to let you know he heard Tommy was last seen entering the offices. So you didn’t waste another minute at the pub, you needed to see him, make sure he was alright.

Storming into his office without knocking, you ignored the fact that Michael was there.

“Are you sure of that decision?”

Tommy looked at his cousin before he nodded profusely, after the events of the day he was more than sure that he wanted to marry you.

“Oh Tom! What happened?!” You gasped at the ugly cut in his temple, he had dry blood there.

“Just stumbled a little.” He lied with a chuckle, waving at Michael to leave as you walked around the desk to do a quick examination of his injury.

“Stop joking.” You scolded him taking the handkerchief from the pocket of his suit, using some water to soak the fabric and you turned to clean his face gently.

Tommy stared at you intensely, you could feel his gaze on you but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. Not yet.

He winced as you pressed on a particular spot that really hurt him.

“Y/N… I’m alright.” I could be dead, he thought. But decided to not mention it at the moment, another matter had him concerned.

“Can’t you stay away from trouble, can you?” You sighed dropping the handkerchief on his desk.

He noticed the lines of worry all over your face, hair half pinned up the way he simply loved how you styled the curls. You failed at the attempt to smooth your skirt, god this was the sight he wanted to come home to.

Standing up, he pinned you between his body and his desk, palms next to your hips. Lips finding yours desperately, you could feel his hands trembling.

He was fearless, relentless, never backed down… but earlier he had been so close to lose it all, to lose you. And he didn’t want to take a chance.

Breaking apart the kiss, you stared at each other for a moment, and you couldn’t stop the tear that slipped from one of your eyes. Because you knew something had happened, something changed.

“Let’s go home, ey?” He wiped away the tear with the back of his hand, wrapping his arm around your back.

With a heavy heart you closed the door to his office. Feeling time was passing by so fast, it was getting closer to an imminent end.

Tommy took off his coat to pass it over your shoulders as the two of you walked home. A lot of things on his mind, images of the moment where he faced the grave flashing in the back of his head.

But it wasn’t his time yet, he was just about to start turning things over for the business, for his family, and for him as well. Arriving no long after, he started the fire to keep you both warm, in silence he glanced at you noticing how quiet you had been.

It was inevitable, you’d find out one way or another, so he took a deep breath and took your hard to get your attention.

“Y/N I need to tell you something… but first I want you to know that our plans remain the same, this doesn’t affect it directly, or at least I hope we can work things around.”

He was probably asking for too much, but he needed to try. This wasn’t the way he imagined, it wasn’t part of his plans.

Here it was, the moment you wanted to avoid the most.

“I told you that I wanted to make things right, and marry you, and that’s a promise I’m intended to keep but something got in the middle…” his thumb caressing the back of your hand absently, “You know I saw Grace a while ago, before meeting you. After that I never heard of her until today at the races…” your heart had been hammering, ringing in your eyes as you listened to him. You felt underwater. “She’s pregnant-”

As he continued talking, you couldn’t process the rest of his words too shocked to do anything else. He didn’t cheat, that was clear you didn’t knew each other when it happened, but she it hurt to know that woman got something you’d never get with him.

You thought she was trying to get him back, but this, this changed everything.

Because yes, of course you were bossy when you needed to be, you got mad whenever he put himself at unnecessary risk.

“Y/N? Y/N we can make this work I’ll be responsible of that bab-”

You looked up at him with your eyes filled with tears. “No Thomas, there’s no more we.”

You probably did a lot of wrong things… but you’d never take a man away from his child. It didn’t matter how much you love him.

***

Part 2 Can’t love in the dark

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🥹Right in the feels? I know, I know… feel free to vent over how this went in the comments ♥️

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[beautification-tales]

The Farmer’s Daughter

A Getting Fit Tale

The sun was just beginning to rise, its pale orange light casting a warm glow over the rolling hills of Daisy's family's farm. She yawned, stretching her arms above her head, and peered out the window of her little room in the farmhouse. The air was crisp and clean, filled with the sweet smell of freshly mown grass and the earthy scent of soil turned over for the planting season. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and threw on a t shirt and overalls, her favorite old sneakers already waiting by the door.

Daisy padded downstairs, her feet sinking into the softness of the worn carpet. The smell of coffee filled her nose, and the sound of her father's voice drifted from the kitchen. "Morning, Dad," she called, pushing open the swinging door and stepping into the brightly lit room. Her father, a tall, broad-shouldered man with a weathered face and kind eyes, looked up from where he was pouring coffee into a mug.

"Morning, pumpkin," he replied with a smile. "Ready to tackle the day?" Daisy nodded, taking a mug of coffee from the counter. "You know it," she said, feeling a surge of energy from the warm liquid. "What's on the agenda today?"

“Well me and Billy will fill the barn today. I think maybe you can take it easy today.” Daisy's father said, as he took a sip of his coffee. Daisy shook her head, "No, I'm fine, Dad. I'm more than able to help." She replied, as she headed for the door. "Let me just get my jacket."

The air outside was crisp and cold, a light breeze rustling the leaves on the trees. Daisy zipped up her jacket, pulled her hat down over her ears, and made her way over to where her father and Billy were already hard at work. The two men were standing beside a large wagon, filling burlap sacks with fresh hay from a nearby field. Daisy took her place at the front of the wagon and began to pitch the hay into the sacks, her movements efficient and practiced.

After just a few minutes Daisy was already feeling fatigued. Billy noticed immediately and smiled. "You sure you're alright,Miss Daisy? You don't have to do this if you're feeling tired." He offered, pausing in his work to look at her. Daisy shook her head, not wanting to admit she was struggling. "I'm fine, really," she insisted, her voice a little less steady than usual. "I just need to catch my breath, that's all."Daisy’s Dad stopped his work and noticed Daisy’s labored breathing. “Honey, that’s enough for you today. Why don't you go inside and rest up ok?” He said, concern etched on his face. Daisy hesitated, but the exhaustion was becoming overwhelming. She nodded reluctantly and headed back to the house, her steps slower and more sluggish than before.

Daisy kicked a rock as she went up the stairs to the house. She looked back and watched Billy and her father do the work with ease. Billy’s shirt was drenched with sweat as he removed it and put his baseball cap on his head. Daisy gulped as she watched him work. They hired Billy to help work the land as her father got older. She had hoped to be the one to help but Daisy had been petite all her life. Her father also treating her like she was fragile didn’t help either.

Despite being 20 years old she felt like a child as she went back inside the house. She slumped into a chair as she struggled to catch her breath. Life had been so cruel to her. She was born prematurely as her mother passed away giving birth to her. Her father raised her single-handedly and she was always trying to repay him. She tried to be strong for him. Daisy felt like a burden as she always needed to be taken care of. So many times her weak heart caused long hospital stays and her father would stay by her bed every night. Sometimes she wished she could just be normal. She wished she was still outside helping her dad and flirting with Billy.

Her father came inside and noticed how pale she looked. He went to the kitchen and returned with a cool glass of lemonade. "Here, sweetheart, drink this and get some rest. You'll feel better soon." Daisy took the lemonade gratefully and sipped it, the cool liquid helping to ease her throat. She looked up at her father, tears welling up in her eyes. "I'm sorry, Dad. I tried to be strong, but I just couldn't do it today." He knelt down beside her chair and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Shh... shh... it's okay, pumpkin. You're not a machine. You don't have to be strong all the time. We'll find a way to manage, okay?" She nodded, the tears spilling over and running down her cheeks. "I love you, Dad," she whispered. "I love you too, Daisy. And remember, no matter what, I'll always be here for you."

The conversation was the straw that broke the camel’s back. She couldn’t let her father down again. She ran to her room and opened the gift box she received from her cousin. She read the note again. “Hey Cuz, this steroid changed my life. I had to share it with you. Trust me it works. Love Courtney. P.S. tell Billy I said ‘Hi’” Daisy's hands trembled as she took out the small vial of steroids. Her heart raced, but she knew she had to do it. For her father, and for herself. She hesitated for a moment, but then steeled her resolve.

She pointed the syringe at her thigh and slowly injected the steroids into her skin. It was a cold, hard prick that made her wince. Tears streamed down her face as she struggled to breathe. The steroids were supposed to make her stronger, but right now, they felt like poison coursing through her veins. She lay back on her bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling her heart pound in her chest.

The next few day Daisy jumped out of bed at the sound of the rooster. Daisy ran downstairs to make coffee for her father and Billy. She felt rejuvenated and her chest didn't hurt as much. She could breathe easier and felt stronger. She wondered if it was just a placebo effect or if the steroids were actually working. As she filled the coffee pot, she glanced out the window and saw Billy working on the field. He was shirtless, sweat glistening on his muscular frame. Daisy couldn't help but stare, her heart racing. She quickly turned away, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks.

“Good morning baby girl. You're up early today." Her father smiled at her, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "You want some eggs or something?" He asked, motioning to the stove where a frying pan sizzled. “Dad, don’t worry I got it.” She moved gracefully around the kitchen, preparing breakfast. The energy she felt was almost intoxicating. She wondered if the steroids were really making her feel this good. She felt her heart pumping faster and faster but it didn’t ache as it usually did.

“Daisy can you tell Billy to take care of the chores solo today. I pushed myself too hard yesterday.” He rubbed his neck wincing in pain. Daisy gave her father a worried look that he understood so well. “Aw don’t look at me like that. It’s nothing to worry about. I’m… just not as young as I used to be. Plus Billy can handle it.” He looked out the window and smiled. “Boy is strong like an ox.”

Daisy went outside as her father went upstairs to rest. She knew that Billy could handle it but so much more could be done if she helped. She approached Billy as he was carrying a bale of hay and smiled shyly. "Hey Billy, I'm sorry to bother you but I just wanted to say that I'm here to help if you need it." He looked up at her, his blue eyes meeting hers. "Oh, it's okay Miss Daisy. I've got it under control." He said with a small smile, trying to reassure her.

“Well I’m helping anyway.” Daisy said as she began to assist with chores. The sun beat down on them, making the air thick with humidity. Sweat trickled down their backs as they worked side by side. They didn't speak much, but there was an understanding between them. They were both trying to help her father, in their own ways. And somehow, with Daisy's newfound energy, it felt like they were making progress.

Billy had a look of surprise as Daisy was usually exhausted and inside by now. He was hoping she didn’t push herself too hard and pass out like she had done in the past. Daisy smiled as felt amazing as her heartbeat raced, not from fatigue, but from excitement. Daisy was beginning to breathe heavily as she took a moment to watch Billy at work. He was so strong and muscular, it was hard not to stare.

Daisy felt her heart pound within her chest as she gasped for air. She put her hand on her chest as she felt her heart jumping like it would explode. It was harder for her to catch her breath as she looked at Billy. She could feel the heat spreading across her face as she felt a bit lightheaded. “No I can’t pass out again.” She thought to herself as she tried to calm down.

She felt like a passenger in her body as it was out of her control. She gasped for air as if she was having an asthma attack. Billy noticed and rushed over to Daisy. "Hey, are you alright?" He asked, concern etched on his face. Daisy nodded, but she couldn't speak as her chest still heaved for air. Billy helped her sit down on a nearby bale of hay and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Listen, I’ll go get you some water.” He said before dashing off toward the house.

Daisy didn’t know what was wrong with her. She had never felt this way before. As she sat there, trying to catch her breath. She felt her breasts push out as her labored breathing continued. She looked down as she could see they had kept increasing in size as she felt a new weight on her chest. Her t-shirt was stretching as her overalls pressed into her bigger bosom. Daisy grabbed one as electricity flowed from her breasts throughout her body.

“Ohh God!” She moaned as she felt her arms and legs grow. Daisy noticed her labored breathing was starting to sound …. Different. In a matter of moments Daisy was a taller frame with toned muscle filling out her appendages. Thick thighs dug into her Jean shorts as her fatter ass filled them out more. It all happened so quickly that Daisy didn’t know what to think. Especially when Billy came back with three bottles of water.

She looked down and gasped. She had grown several inches, her breasts were easily twice the size they were, her ass was fuller, and her thighs were massive. She couldn't believe it. Billy placed the bottles of water down on the ground, looking up at her in shock. "D-Daisy?" he stammered. She tried to speak, but no words came out. She felt a strange weight in her chest, almost like a new organ had grown there.

Daisy felt thirsty as she grabbed one bottle as it rolled to her. She twisted the cap off as she guzzled the bottle as water trickled down her chin and wetting her chest. Daisy repeated this again with another bottle as Billy looked on with his jaw to the floor.

“What happened to you? A..are you ok? Miss Daisy?” Billy stammered, struggling to find the words. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Daisy's chest had grown immensely, her once small breasts now filling out her overalls and straining against the fabric. She looked up at him with wide, concerned eyes, her face flushed from exertion and excitement.

“Billy, I feel really good” Daisy managed to say between gulps of water. Her voice was deeper and more feminine than before. Billy couldn't help but stare at her chest as she spoke, taking in the sight of her full breasts spilling out of her overalls. He swallowed hard, trying to find his voice. "Are you sure you're feeling okay? Because you look, well, different."

Daisy set the last bottle of water down and stood up, stretching her arms above her head. Her muscles rippled beneath her skin, and she felt stronger than ever before. She looked down at her body, taking in the curves that had emerged overnight. Her hips swayed as she walked toward Billy, her thighs rubbing together with each step.

“I think my heart might be in trouble. I need you to help me.” Daisy said, her voice still deeper and more feminine. Billy swallowed hard, his eyes still locked on her chest. He nodded, trying to focus on what she was saying. "Okay, what do you need me to do.” Billy said with a concerned tone.

Daisy got close to Billy and grabbed his hand and placed it on her chest. “Do I feel ok?” she asked him with a coy smile. Billy's heart raced as his hand touched her soft, warm skin. He could feel her heart beating strongly beneath her breast. It was a strange sensation, but it felt nice. “Umm yes” he stammered, looking into her deep blue eyes.

She guided his hand onto her breasts as her nipple hardened and brushed up against him. "Then you feel my heartbeat, don't you? It's so strong." She leaned closer, her breasts pressing against his chest. "I feel so alive, so… powerful.” She looked up into his eyes, her expression a mixture of wonder and desire.

Daisy grabbed onto Billy’s chest and bit her lip. “Billy, take me to the barn and fuck me.” She whispered. Her voice was husky and commanding, and it sent shivers down his spine. He could feel the heat emanating from her body, and his pants grew tighter as he became aroused. He nodded dumbly, unable to form any words as he followed her back to the barn.

Inside the dimly lit barn, they found an old haystack in a corner. Daisy kicked aside some of the hay, revealing a soft, warm surface beneath. She pushed Billy onto his back and straddled his hips, her chest heaving with anticipation. She reached down and undid his pants, freeing his erection. She undid the straps of her overalls and let her panties fall down.

With one smooth motion, she guided his cock into her pussy. It felt so good to finally feel him inside her, filling her up. She began to move her hips in a slow, sensual rhythm, grinding against him as their skin slapped together. Billy wrapped his arms around her waist, feeling the heat emanating from her body as she rode him.

Daisy leaned forward, her breasts swaying in front of Billy's face. She reached down and pinched her nipples, sending waves of pleasure through her body. "Oh god, Billy..." she moaned, her voice husky and demanding. "I need you to touch me."

Billy wrapped his hands around her hips, feeling the smooth, firm skin beneath his fingers. He pressed his thumbs into her hipbones, eliciting a sharp gasp from her. Their rhythm became faster and more urgent, as if they were both trying to reach some sort of climax. He grasped her melons as she felt another jolt of electricity pass through her body. She arched her back, her breasts spilling out of her t- shirt, and let out a moan that seemed to echo through the barn.

As they moved together, Billy could feel the muscles in her thighs and ass tighten, and he knew that she was close. He thrust harder, driving himself deeper inside her, wanting to feel the heat and the power of her orgasm. Daisy cried out, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as her body tensed and she came, her pussy clenching tightly around him.

He continued to thrust, lost in the sensation of her body moving against his, feeling her orgasm wash over him. His hips bucked wildly, and he groaned in satisfaction as he felt his own release building inside him. She reached down, took his cock in her hand, and began to stroke him in time with their movements, urging him over the edge. She knelt in front of him as Billy twitched in her hands.

“I want you to cum on these big beautiful tits Billy.” Daisy whispered into his ear, her breath hot and heavy. His thrusts became more erratic as he felt his climax approaching. She arched her back further, offering her perfect breasts to him as he reached down and grasped one, squeezing it tightly. His hips bucked wildly as he released his seed onto her breast, coating her nipple and the surrounding skin with his warm cum.

Daisy took her finger and tasted his seed. It was salty and sweet on her tongue. She looked up at Billy, their eyes locked together.

“Billy? Stacey? Are you both in here?”

Their hearts stopped as they realized her father was looking for them. Billy got dressed in a flash and met him and lead him outside.

“Trust me Mr. Culver, don’t worry about Daisy today. She is definitely working hard. Yes really! Of course she milked me… I mean the cow… the cow”

Daisy laughed as she hears Billy distract her father as she got dressed and tiptoed to the cow.

[carlsworldsworld]

Fren I don’t even watch Twd but pls anything with negan rick grimes or Daryl Dixon I beg

A/n: girl dw I got you I chose Rick and smut if that’s fine with you. Also this was written on my phone so I am so sorry abt the Grammer

Stress relief

Rick Grimes x fem!reader

Summary: You help out Rick when he needed some stress relief lucky for the BITH of you Rosita and Carl aren’t home.

When Ricks group first came to Alexandria you welcomed them all with a warm smile. When you first saw Rick you couldn’t keep your eyes off him you just couldn’t help it. You let your eyes wander down to his hands which were all veiny and you couldn’t help it as you clenched your thighs together.

“Y/N did you even hear me” You looked up at Jessie. “No what were you saying?” You asked looking at her as she rolled her eyes. “Rick, Carl, and Rosita will be staying with you because you don’t have roommates.” She said walking off before you could protest.

“Right this way” you said leading then to your house. The entire way there you could feel someone staring at you. You showed them their showers and rooms, once you were done you got into the shower.

It’s been six months since that day. You knew it was wrong because of how much older he was but you couldn’t help it your growing feelings for Rick Grimes.

( time skip to about 8 months after they met because I’m to lazy to write it all out)

Today was your day off, you got to lay back and relax. Rick had the complete opposite he was sent on missions then after that having guard duty, he envied you. Once he got home you looked at him from the couch “jeez you’re a mess” you paused “where’s Carl and Rosita?”

You looked at the door as if they were gonna walk in. “They’re at hilltop trying to help them with crops and kind of got stuck” Rick said walking over to the kitchen as he explained but before he could open it you stopped him.

“I don’t think so” you looked up at him “first take a shower and clean yourself up then you can eat” he rolled his eyes “fine” he walked upstairs and you went back to sitting on the couch. About 20 minutes later you hear the shower turn off. Rick walked downstairs with just a pair of pants no shirt.

You couldn’t help it as your eyes slid down his body biting your lip when you looked up at his face you saw he was already looking at you and you felt yourself blush. You couldn’t help but notice that he had shaved.

“Do you think you can cook? I practically cook like Carl” he said breaking the awkward tension in the room. “Yea sure I was about to cook dinner anyway” you said getting off the couch, you didn’t even notice when your pajama shorts slightly rose up exposing a tiny bit of the bottom of your butt cheek.

You felt Rick’s gaze on you as you walked into the kitchen. You felt Rick slide behind you going into the kitchen you couldn’t help but shiver. You felt his breath against your neck. “You know how long I’ve wanted to get you alone? Hm” he said pressing into your backside making your hip press harshly against the counter making you let out a small whimper.

He turned you around so you were facing him. “Rick wai-“ before you could finish Rick cut you off “if you want me to stop I’ll stop and just leave you here”

You bit your lip and then answered “then do it” as soon as you said his lips were on yours, picking you up and instinctively you wrapped your legs around his waist. He placed your butt on the island unbuttoning your pajama shirt and pulling it off.

As quickly as he started pulling off your shirt he pulled off his then the rest of both of your clothes. Before he did anything else he stopped to admire you. “You’re so beautiful Y/N” you blushed at his words. He walked between your legs kissing you again. Without warning he thrusted into you hard. Making you let out a loud moan of pain and pleasure.

He paused as he bottomed out his face buried in your neck letting out small moans and planting kisses on your neck. You were panting and letting out small whimpers into his neck as you were trying to accommodate his size.

He grabbed your face making you look at him “are you okay Y/N?” He looked at you with a bit of concern in his face. “I’m fine” you said giving him a small kiss and wiggling your hips urging him to move.

He pulled out almost all the way and then slammed back into you causing you to let out a loud moan throwing your head back. He started a ruthless pace his head dropped into your neck him letting out loud moans and you letting out whimpers and moans occasionally.

He let out a lewd moan as he felt you clench around him “fuck I’m close are you” he whispered in your ear speeding up “yes” you whimpered into his neck letting out a loud moan into his neck as you came Rick not far behind. He groaned loudly as he spilt himself into you to far gone to even realize what he just did. After cleaning you both up he lied down in bed with you cuddling up against you. Both of you falling asleep.

A/N: y’all I’m so sorry this is bad and kinda short I’ve never rlly written smut before so I am so sorry😭😭 also do y’all maybe want a part 2?

[meowmeowraven]

Hmmm, I'm not sure if this will be ok with you, but could I request Caelus, Dan Heng, March 7th, and Gepard with a reader who's like Sailor Jupiter?

A sailor between the stars ⭐

Caelus, Dan Heng, March 7th, Gepard x Sailor Jupiter! GN! Reader

Warnings: Serval is in Gepard's part!

Notes: yay, my first request, and yes of course, i'm actually glad that other people like Sailor Jupiter!

Caelus

He digs through trash. You enjoy cooking. What more can i say?

You end up having to drag him away and to cook for him. But he still goes back to digging through trash, because it's Caelus.

Walking through the now, dark and cold streets of Belobog, you notice one of you companions, Caelus. He was doing the most unnecessary thing, again, digging through trash. It was a disgusting sight, you never knew how Caelus could do this, even in plain sight and day. Lucky for the both of you, it was night. "Caelus?" Upon hearing a familiar voice call his name, he doesn't bother to look. "Yeah, what is it [Name]?" Hearing him speak like digging through trash was nothing gave you even more mixed emotions. "You're digging through trash? AGAIN?" you were already making a plan in your head while walking towards him. Before he could answer, you pull him back to the Astral Express, like it was nothing, then forcing him to clean himself. "Fine. I'll still go back to digging through trash..." He mumbles the last part to himself, as if it was nothing.

By the time he finished cleaning and taking care of himself, you finished cooking him one of your best dishes, handing it to him, to eat. (He went back to digging through trash.)

March 7th

March was ECSTATIC when she found out, she knew you were capable of many things, such as gardening, cooking, fighting even without a weapon. But y'know she was still surprised.

She really likes your sailor costume, so she decided to learn sow and make her own matching sailor costume, even tho hers isn't out of magic, it still matches your own. <3

"woahhh, [Name], you look so, amazing!" March squealed in excitment when she saw how much you changed. "Thank you, March." Her comments made you chuckle. March walked closer to you, and started to inspect everything about your new look and outfit. "I've made my decision! I'll make a sailor costume like yours, so we could match!" Her excitment made you excited aswell. "imagine, us two, the magical sailors who save planets!" March laughed at her own statement, which also made you laugh.

Dan Heng

Ah, yes the grumpy boy.

Dan Heng wasn't very surprised by your sudden change of appearance, just like March, he knew you were capable of many things.

Okay, i lied, he is surprised, but he doesn't show it.

He walked in on you while you were transforming, in an alley on the luofu. He promised to keep it a secret, but March will try to get everything out of him.

Dan Heng was walking past an alley, the one you picked to transform in. He saw a strange, sparkly green light. That's when he walked in there and you were there, but you didn't see him, since you had your back turned. "So? Is this who you actually are?" You heard the familiar voice of your companion, Dan Heng. "I- uh.. it's.. uh-" Before you could finish speaking, Dan Heng cuts you off. "Don't worry, [Name], your secret is safe with me." Deep inside, Dan Heng was very surprised.

Gepard

He can't garden to save his life, so imagine how happy he was when he found out that you enjoy gardening and your plants don't die.

He is so embarrassed to ask for help at first, but he gets used to it, and on his days off, he gardens with you. (He got his sister to ask you for him.)

He also leaves his plants at your house since he can't always take care of them..

You hear your ringtone and feel your phone buzz, you were getting a call from Serval. Once you answer, you hear Serval speaking. "Hey, [Name]! Are you free later today?" You could tell by her voice and tone that she was asking for someone else. "Hi, yeah, what's-" you were cut off, as she quickly spoke. "Uh, come to the workshop, we'll talk about it there." It was strange, when she called you, you two would talk for hours, this time it was different.

Once you arrived at the workshop, you could hear Serval laughing and teasing none other than Gepard. "Hey, what's up? What did you need?" Serval stops laughing, and looks at you, still smiling. "Do you mind gardening with lil' Geppie here? He is too shy to ask" Gepard's face got red due to the embarrassement. "Serval!" Gepard's attitude made you chuckle. "Sure, i don't mind."

Back at your place, you taught Gepard how to plant flowers, how to move them from a different pot to another. He tried to follow your steps and do it like you, but his strength was a big obstacle.

[tsukkisdinocollection]

hi hiraya!! im mylah, ur name sounds super cool! 😋

i would like to request romantic and fluffy moment between the reader and sugawara :)

idk if u'd like a prompt or not, but here's one if u wanna use it! : sugawara has been cramped in his room all day doing homework n studying, so the reader comes over to give him a comforting back massage and to just hang out and maybe watch a movie...?

idk! feel free to change it up or write about anything haha i just wanna read a fic about my boy 🧡 i miss him!!

Reversed Roles

⭑ Pairing : Koshi Sugawara x Reader (Romantic)

⭑ Content Warning(s) : Reader is gender-neutral with no pronouns specified, very light angst in the beginning (if you squint), swearing (it happens once), Koshi lowkey being a hypocrite, not proofread, established relationship

⭑ Word Count : 0.9k+

⭑ Synopsis : After not spending a lot of time with your boyfriend, you decide to visit him.

⭑ Author's Note : He's so underrated oh my gosh. 😭 I love him so much !! Also your name sounds very lovely as well!

The past couple of days, you haven’t been spending much time with your boyfriend, Koshi.

You don’t think you’ve done anything wrong – you’ve treated him like you have other days, with utter love and cherished him with all your heart. When you two did have time together, he has been acting the same like he always has. Besides, he would tell you if you had done something wrong, right?

It was the weekend when you decided to visit him. You carried a little basket, filled with your and his favorite snacks, as well as a couple face masks you two could try out.

The sun was beginning to set, the moon slowly replacing it as you walked over to his house. You knocked on the door lightly, being greeted by his mother.

“Oh, hello,” she said, opening the door wider. “He’s in his bedroom.”

You thanked her, before heading upstairs. You knew his place like the back of your hand from visiting his house so much. You always insisted on visiting him rather than him visiting you because your place was “so messy”. Today was not any different.

As you knocked on the door leading to his bedroom, there was no response, other than the crinkling of papers. Then, you heard a shuffling before the door opened. Koshi looked slightly more disheveled than usual, hair out of place and eyebags prominent.

“Hey…” he scratched the back of his head. “I didn’t know you were coming today.”

His voice was more hoarse than usual.

You held the basket up higher. “I wanted to surprise you today.”

He nodded, taking the basket from you with gentle hands. “Thanks. Uhm, sorry for the mess.”

He seemed exhausted, with his movements much slower than before. You sighed softly, paying no mind to the scattered papers all over his room. You turned your attention to his desk, staring at his laptop with a document opened.

“Were you in the middle of typing something?” you asked, glancing over at the lit-up screen.

“Yeah, my homework.”

“Oh,” you said, voice softening. “I should leave then, I wouldn’t want to disturb you–”

“No, it’s fine,” he replied, giving you a lop-sided smile. “You being here makes things better, anyway. Unless you don’t want to be here; it can feel kind of lonely being here while I’m just doing my homework.”

“It’s alright,” you smiled back at him, sitting down on his bed. Hands planting themselves by your sides, you looked around the room.

Just then, you heard his stomach growl. You whipped your head to him, eyebrow raising.

“You should eat. There’s a couple snacks in that basket. Your favorites.”

He thanked you, taking out a bag of chips and opening it. He popped one in his mouth before sitting down at his desk, typing away.

It was silent for a few minutes. Not an awkward one, though – a comforting one. Like those moments when you’d sleep over at his house, his arm wrapped around his waist as you two slowly fell into a deep slumber.

You noticed how he seemed to slump, attention purely on his laptop. You got up, making your way to him before stopping right behind him.

“How long have you been working on that?” you spoke quietly, as to not startle him. That failed, however, when he jumped slightly.

“A couple hours,” he responded. You pursed your lips tightly together.

“Have you taken a break?”

“Not yet.”

“You should.”

“After I work on this.”

You knew how stubborn he could be sometimes, and you didn’t press on the subject. Instead, you decided to place your hands on his shoulders, massaging them with your thumbs. He relaxed his back, and you smiled softly.

“Take a break, Koshi.”

“I still have to finish this–”

“You haven’t taken a break in so long. You deserve it. C’mon.”

You coaxed him into his bed, him lying on his stomach as you decided to try and massage his back. God only knows how long he’s spent with his back hunched over, working on that stupid assignment.

After a while, you stopped, instead laying on your back next to him. You turned your head to him, and turned to face you, a wide grin on his face.

“Thank you, dear.”

“Of course.”

A period of comforting silence fell upon you two once again before he spoke up.

“Now, I should really get back to work–”

A frown formed on your face as you took his wrist, grip gently and loosened, yet he didn’t make a move to pull away.

“Let’s watch a movie.”

“But I have work–”

“You can’t just overwork yourself and then get upset at your teammates for doing the same thing you’re doing to yourself right now,” you reasoned. That seemed to have shut him up, with how he pouted. You chuckled at the expression on his face, reaching out to give him a peck on the cheek. His pout fell, replaced with a cheesy smile.

“There’s this one movie we didn’t get to watch last time I slept over here,” you said, smirking slyly.

“You do know I purposefully avoided watching that movie because it scares the shit out of me, right?”

You nodded, smirk widening.

He scoffed before letting out a playful laugh, nudging your shoulder. “Fine. Let’s watch.”

It was ironic, really – the “mother” of Karasuno’s boys’ volleyball team being taken care of by his partner. But with how you held him in his arms as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, having just yelped from a jumpscare…

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

[afniel]

Today (on three hours of sleep which is my own fault) my partner and I got up early and got breakfast and then went to a community education seminar at a local university's educational garden about native bees, and made a wooden bee house. Our landscape designer team (two women who I'm pretty sure are queer) was there attending and it was run by a really cool woman who runs another landscaping co-op (with a nonprofit educational side) who is also working with them to teach them all the ins and outs of permaculture, and they kinda group-projected our yard, so I got to know all three of them over the course of the contract, which was cool.

It was great, you guys. We talked about the importance of supporting native pollinators, because honeybees are fine and all but outcompete native bees, some of whom are so specialized that their exact wing frequency is what it takes to pollinate a single, specific species. The world's smallest bee is 2mm at the largest and lives right here. We've got sweat bees that look like tiny flying gems. We've got bumblebees that are so docile you can gently pet them while they're gathering pollen. We have huge, harmless carpenter bees with metallic black shiny females and golden fuzzy males and they'll bonk into you just to see what you're doing.

I got to get excited about iNaturalist to a bunch of people who haven't heard about it before! I got to see thousands of honey bees just doing their business and I realized I wasn't having my usual phobic reaction anymore! I got to use a power drill! I got on the mailing list and I'm gonna see if I can't get even more involved in this kind of shit over time, because it's honestly great.

You're only one person but even little things can have an outsized impact, and it's not in turning off the water when you brush your teeth, it's in things like planting native keystone species so that the other living things that rely on it can move back in. Even in a tiny area. Animals and plants spread and have ripple effects. The same way removing a species causes a spreading collapse, bringing back a species, even just one, causes a spreading regrowth of diversity. Literally a handful of plants can support countless insects that support countless animals and this changes the environment just a little bit at a time back to a better state. It does make a difference and it doesn't have to be hard or expensive.

I get really excited about native species because as I see it, getting educated about them and making decisions to support them is what's going to locally make the biggest impact for the least money. The success stories can be literally microscopic, when it comes to things like soil microbes, but they really, really matter. One person can't fix the whole climate but one person can fix a one-person-sized patch of ground, and that's enormous when you remember that thousands of important little things spend their entire lives within even the smallest yard.

Anyway I'm tired to hell now but hey maybe next spring we'll have a bunch of big goofy carpenter bees living in the yard! Or even other native bees. I'm hype as heck to find out.

Also, and I forgot to say this so ETA, I guarantee THIS IS HAPPENING wherever you are. Look up your closest university and find out what kind of research/community gardens they have and what kind of seminars they offer. Look into your state and county conservation programs. There's outreach education all over, and a whole lot of it is donate-as-you-can, because they just want to get knowledge into the community. If you want to hear it, they want to teach it to you, and they're almost universally some of the kindest folks you're going to meet. If this sounds even a tiny bit interesting, do some searching and I would bet you anything there's opportunities right there waiting.

[kanene-yaaay]

In Between Feathers and Smiles

Kanene's notes: As it seems when I wasn't looking ??? Fucking Felipe Minecraft just came here and made a nest in my mind and refuses to leave so now I have a new comfort character as it seems.

Also I know that Richas and Philza didn't interact a lot but I like to think they are final bosses for each other. The day Richas adopts him as his father and Philza adopts him as his son the island explodes and life come to a full cycle.

Warnings: None! Just a tad of angst with plenty of fluff and some silly cheer up tickles. Ticklish!Richarlyson and Ler!Philza. Around 4.000 words. Richas uses all pronouns here.

[~*~]

Tio Phil had a nice place.

Richas didn’t spend a lot of time there. Important talks were usually held in other secured spaces and he would rather spend some time building with her parents or causing some ruckus somewhere in the island than constantly invade Tallulah and Chay’s home. Even if they got closer after the Egg Island, it didn’t mean that he stopped feeling awkward around his siblings.

But today… They was tired.

So they hiked to the top of the wall, turned off Philza’s collecting machine and fell in the middle of the potato crops, watching the clouds as they calmly danced around their always-perfectly-sunny sky. 

Looking at them, she wouldn’t have to think about how much she missed pai Cellbit and Pa Roier every single day, about how scared Empanada looked and the way she was always clutching her scythe now or how she and mãe Bagi barely came out of their securated base anymore. 

If he watched enough the fading forms of the fluffy clouds and the occasional birds that came and went, he wouldn’t have to think about the sharp shapes and bright colors he saw today when he woke up in his old room in pai Cellbit’s castle, full of new stinging scratches covering entirely his arms and legs, the canvas and room filled with red drops of paint and blood. Nor how it felt to burn the piece of art and bury the ashes aways before anyone could see it.

Yes. The Wall was nice. It was calm and beautiful and since her tio and siblings were sleeping like rocks somewhere well hidden he could sneak a few jumps in their trampoline before coming back to a second nap by the plants. 

From time to time he would feel something bump on his hand and turn around only to see a cute, small tortoise calmly biting and chewing on a leaf of the crop, probably a fresh fugitive from Talullah’s pond. They could respect its chaotic nature.

“Holy fuck!” A shout nearby almost made him jump out of his skin, fastly turning around, sword in hand, only to see his tio in a similar situation, hand on his heart as he tried to regain his breath amidst his surprised laughter. “Gods, Richarlyson you scared the shit out of me.”

That fished an amused crackle out of Richas, who didn’t feel much like it, but got up and waved a few times, writing a greeting for the adult. She kind of was in his home, afterall.

“Hi, tio! Good afternoon.”

“Good afternoon,” Philza answered, putting his tools back on his trusted backpack once again, now already realizing what was the reason for his machine to have stopped working out of nowhere. He instead pulled a basket out of it. 

It has been a while since he harvested his own potatoes by hand, but he had no hurry or plans today. Besides, it was quite a calming activity. 

“Were you looking for me? Sorry, me, Chayanne and Tallulah have been spending a lot of time in our… other house.” 

It was definitely a way to explain Rose’s protected sanctuary, but he couldn’t tell the kid about that.

A crossing thought made Philza’s body freeze and his eyes became wide. “Wait, is it about our trip? Is it time? Ok, I already got everything prepared but I still need a couple more minutes to leave Tallulah and Chayanne somewhere safe with someone and then we can go… Let me see who is already awake…”

A push in his arm stopped his sentence and called his attention to the dragons’ words. 

“It’s fine! :D” Another blue sign quickly followed the first, the sentences being written fast and messily. “It’s not the time for our trip yet, don’t worry. I was just passing by here and decided to take a nap.”

The small dragon, a barely nestling, crouched and let their tail drag across the soil in a calming manner. 

There was no rush today. Philza felt his muscles untense.

“Alright then. That is good.” The adult smiled, more relaxed. Richas never commented this with anyone, but sometimes his tios looked like they’re a thousand years old. “Sorry for interrupting your relaxing nap then, mate. As I said, I already got everything covered. The moment you need me, just call, ok?”

Energetic nods. Philza answered with one of his own and turned around, going back to his activity. It was already a habit at this point, to watch a kid with the corner of his eyes as he went on about his day, always aware to any danger or enemy that could appear. That is how he watched as Richas swayed in the same place when he turned around, expression falling to a neutral face as they broke their signs and threw them out of the wall before falling on the ground again, closing her eyes.

Richarlyson was a good kid. An energetic little shit rocketing from one place to the other with an adventurous and reckless spirit almost as big as his heart. Anyone who spent more than 2 minutes with him would see, clear as day how much he loved his parents and loved even more to give them gray hair, always ready for a playful chase, a harmless prank or a fun playdate with his siblings. They didn’t stumble on each other too much nowadays, but at any given time Philza would protect and take care of him just as much as his own kids if needed. 

He was a good egg (literally).

That is why it was easy to see that something was off with her. Seeing her walking around without one of his parents or Bad was rare, but not an alarming sign itself, being as independent as they was. But that together with the way that her gestures lacked their usual uncontrollable energy, how he fell the moment Philza turned away and how tiredness clung in his form and brought shadows to her eyes and a weight to her shoulders was definitely something worth noticing.

Something had been bothering the boy and knowing his family and their history on the island… Well, not a single islander had been free from the horrors that permeated every corner of the place, but the brazilians seemed to receive a special - and not in the good way - attention more often than not. 

Needless to say, Richarlyson probably had a lot to get worried and sad over, unfortunately. 

All of them, the guardians, did their best to save their nestlings the best they could from the enemies and disasters that seemed to follow their every step. However there was just so much a small group could do against gods knows how many entities before their children also began paying a parcel of the price.

It was sorrowful to see the young one like this, but Philza wouldn’t pry. If the kid wanted to come and vent he would happily lend them an ear and give his best comfort. If Richas wanted to just hang out in silence and enjoy the refreshing breeze from the top of the wall then Philza would let him be, as well.

Therefore, he kept collecting the potatoes, humming one of Tallulah’s songs while putting them in crates and organizing the crates in a pile next to the security fence together with the other thousands crates that were already there.

Maybe he should follow Pierre’s example and start selling them to the Federation. Getting paid and becoming an official provider or something like that.

… Nah, he would rather die.

Philza turned around to get another round of potatoes, this time to make more avocado toast to nibble on until dinner, where his daughter would oblige him to cook actual true food for them - which is unfair, because avocado toast is a very good, healthy and energetic, fulfilling food! - when he saw it. ‘It’, more specifically being Richarlyson, who was still around three feets away from him, just like she was after the end of their conversation. Which didn’t make any sense since Philza had moved a good distance further away from his initial spot while harvesting and taking care of his plantation.

Hm. 

Interesting.

He kept his gaze forward and his hands moving, not actively watching the kid but still paying attention for any kind of move.

A few steps away, he crouched to adjust a crop that had been almost removed from its spot, planting and firming it back on the soil before getting up again, his wings partially open to lower the sun rays hitting his back.

(With them being destroyed as they were, there was little use he could give them, but this would have to do.)

Pretending to stretch, he tilted his head just slightly amount, in the perfect angle to see that Richas, once again, had moved somehow in this short period of time and was now closer to him, laying on the ground with her eyes closed, a light snore coming out of her muzzle in a quiet ‘mimimi’ sound.

Philza held back a snort.

They kept this up for a while, almost as a game. Philza would continue his task, turn his head for half of a second and when he turned his attention back to the young one it was to see that they was already close again, “napping” with no worries, dead to the world as a rock, all across the field. There was a moment when the winged blonde could almost swear that he saw him crawling amidst the potatoes while following him. 

Philza thinks he did a pretty good job in not laughing out loud at their antics, only letting out one or two small snickers here and there fly in the air before being swept away.

He was taking the toasts out of the furnace and storing them in pots when the little dragon “woke up”, yawning and stretching, an amused grin blossoming in his face.

“Hey, king, glad that you're awake. Just made a fresh stack of avocado toast. Here, take some, take some, make sure you have enough for any emergency or attack.”

A loud wheeze was pried from his lips at watching her previous grin quickly turn into a sour face at the sight of the toast, stepping away from them in a half of second. 

Richarlyson quickly shook her head as she emphasized that he “would rather have a short and happy life instead, thanks” and that “Tallulah told me terror stories about these when we were in Egg Island 0_0 I am traumatized”, as the signs he placed on the ground said. 

Philza had to hold himself on the fence so he and the toast didn't fall from the wall with the force of his laughter.

“Alright, alright.” He quickly acquiesced, putting the rest of the food in the remaining pot and disposing them all in his backpack, planning to bring it to the pantry later. “What if we shared these sandwiches Chayanne made me this morning, then? He is trying a new recipe and it's just delicious.”

The disgusted expression quickly melted away when they heard the mention of a new snack. Philza unwrapped it under Richas’ wide attentive eyes and offered him only to have his hand pushed away, the kid shaking his head furiously.

“What? Why? Did Tallulah tell you scary stories about her siblings’ cooking abilities too?”

Richas denied, looking a tad out of the place before apparently deciding on their words.

“You can keep it, tio! Chayanne made it for you and it's no problem, I am not hungry >:D” 

Another sign. 

“Besides, if I need some I can just go to Tio Bad's house and steal his refrigerator! I still have a lot in my backpack though.”

To show his point, the small one began pulling pot after pot of cooked goodies from his backpack: lasagna, soup, candies, more candies, chocolate, a not very good looking or even fresh bread, tamales… He proudly showed his collection, bouncing on the same spot before starting to put them back from where they came from.

This nestling…

“I am not saying that you don't have food. I know you're always prepared and I am pretty sure you even have one or two illegal items in your backpack too.” He rested his back on the tree behind him, careful to avoid hitting Missa's painting, smiling as his nephew stared at him with a mischievous glint in his eyes, bouncing on the same spot, not denying or confirming his suspicions. “But I still want to share a good sandwich with you, mate.”

Richas still didn't look convinced. He seemed to be listening, though. That was a good step.

“I am sure that Chayanne wouldn’t care too. He actually loves giving everyone good food and showing his skills to the island. Which is perfect. I can send him your thanks later.”

It was interesting how, even though all the similarities, every sibling was still very different from each other, in both their personalities and actions, and sometimes Philza liked to muse about it. At his words Richarlyson didn't nervously twist his fingers like Tallulah used to do when thinking hard about something or deviated his gaze like Chayanne when he knew what he wanted but thought that he should want another thing. Instead, the dragon fledgling watched him intently, looking for something. 

They must have found it, because they smiled in an embarrassed manner and let his tail wag excitedly once, breaking the signs and walking to his side on the tree.

Philza handed them their sandwich and Richarlyson began eating, satisfied, small growling sounds escaping between each bite as they enjoyed the moment. 

Without meaning to or even thinking too much about it, Philza answered back with a quiet, pleased caw, his right wing expanding to surround the little one, not locking her amidst his feathers, but creating a shield from the Sun.

(If only it could completely shield them from the dangers.)

“Do you like it?” Richas answered by taking a large bite and ripping the sandwich in half, ears wiggling in contentment. The adult chuckled.

“Good to know, king.”

They spent some time like this before a sign was placed, successfully calling the other’s attention. 

“How is it to have feathered wings, tio? Yours are so pretty! :D” 

Flashes began filling his mind. The feeling of the wind hitting your face, the sound of the birds singing and chirping when flying in flocks, the adrenaline of falling without a single fear of hitting the floor, of expanding his wings and feeling each one of your feathers bristle in the air…

A light touch in one of his primaries shook him out of his memories and his eyes automatically flew to the… mess that were his wings now, with weak muscles and feathers missing from some spots. 

Grimly, Philza could surely think about plenty of adjectives he could give them, “pretty” definitely weren’t one.

It was quite hard to focus on that when the fledgling kept carefully touching and looking at them with so much curiosity, however. 

“It’s incredible.” He sighed, a mix of longing and awe painting his voice. “They can help with so much stuff, like, I’m not even kidding. Mine are very roughed up, especially after Purgatory, but when they were in their prime they were perfect not only for flying but also for shielding, holding stuff, attacking…There is a lot you can do with them. You also will probably be able to do all of this and more when yours grows.” 

“You could attack with them? 0-0”

“Pff, yeah. Actually, you would be surprised about how many people wouldn’t be prepared to have a face full of feathers swinging with full force when fighting an avian.”

At the mention, he shook his black, glistering feathers in demonstration, finishing his sandwich with a final bite when a snorted squeal cut the air. 

Philza turned around to see Richarlyson rubbing a spot on his neck, their other hand pushing his wing away while a small smile grazed his lips.

Hm.

“Also, you see those muscles?” He purposely brought his wing down, letting all the black feathers hit and briefly wiggle on the young’s face and neck, pretending to not notice the way he squeaked and jumped away, shoulders bouncing with the uncontrollable giggles that naturally resulted from the tickles. Philza continued as if nothing happened. “Lot of people don’t think too much about them, but to be able to carry a whole person, the muscles, tendons and bones need to have a lot of strength. So, being punched by them usually hurts a lot more than attentive enemies are prepared for and gives you plenty of time to run away or finish the fight.”

Richas rubbed the buzzing, tickly tingles left by the sudden attack of feathers away, airy titters still escaping from their mouth while they squinted suspiciously at the blonde, who seemed distracted enough by his explanation to realize the onslaught of accidental tickles. 

The dragon risked a step closer. The conversation continued to flow without interruption.

“That is also why it’s important to always keep exercising your wings, especially during their initial growth or periods of recovery. Have you been building your core strength, mate?”

Brushing off the previous episode aside, Richas nodded, not helping the excited thrill that filled the air. 

“Yes! Tio Bad taught me how and pai Mike has been trying to build a machine to fly with me so he is studying a lot of mechanics about how it works and accompanying  me with the exercises. Pa Roier also said he will help me when he comes back, since he used to watch a lot of tia Jaiden and Bobby training.”

Philza tried to not visibly frown at the words. How long has Roier been sleeping, again?

He would have to ask Bagi and Fit for news later. 

For now, he had a kid to distract.

“Sounds good. If you need any help you can call me, I wouldn’t mind giving you a few tips. Even if crow wings aren’t that close to dragon ones, they still have a lot in common.”

“Can you teach me the attacks? I want to surprise Dapper the next time he tries to fight me.”

The avian laughed. “Sure, king. Come a bit closer.” 

Richas gave two more steps in his direction with wide watching eyes. “Alright, it depends a lot on your wingspan but usually you will need to be in close combat to use these techniques, so that is something to pay attention to. A good tactic you can have is to use them as a distraction.” 

With a mischievous smirk, Philza began quickly moving his wings around the kid, letting them get close and then moving them away before he could touch them, the feathers skittering freely across his neck and ears with each swipe. When Richas squirmed to one side to hide, trying to push them away while firmly pressing his mouth shut so no squeak or squeal would escape, Philza simply attacked the other side, even managing to slip a few wiggling of the fluff feathers on his belly and armpits when the shirt would move up enough to reveal a bit of the scaled skin, catching a new giggly growl every time.

“And, when the target is sufficiently confused by them is the moment that you attack.” 

Before the words could sink in the kid’s mind, Philza striked, giving to one of his sides a quick tweak, successfully fishing a loud yelp and managing to free a string of snickers that only grew louder and gigglier as he kept the soft, light feathery tickles intertwined them with more and more surprising squeezes and tweaks. 

“You can keep it up as long as you need. Remember: confuse, confuse and attack.” Swipe. Swipe. Squeeze. “Again: confuse, confuse and attack.”

Laugh, laugh, laugh.

Richas gave up trying to push his wings and hands away, instead trying to hug himself to hide his most ticklish spots. However, the playful, soft and silly tickling  kept following them no matter how much they wiggled or squirmed around, totally surrounding him with those fluffy bristles that made every single patch of skin buzz with a funny kind of electricity, freeing more and more squeaks between peals of uncontrollable laughter. 

She started walking backwards, trying to put some distance between her and the tickles, almost stumbling on his own tail by how hard it was wagging in adrenaline and joy.

Philza’s eye twirkled with a gleeful shine. 

He stopped his playful attack, but the young one kept stepping away.

“Another good technique that you can use is to create a physical barrier with your wings. It can be dangerous since your enemy can get a hold of them if you’re not careful but very useful in the case you want to stop them from touching you or, in our case,” Richarlyson’s back hit something soft but immovable and suddenly the wheezy titters and snickery snickers were back in full force once again, bordering on a hysterical laughter when skillful hands began scribbling and scratching his ribs. “Preventing them from getting away.”

His fingers danced and burrowed themselves in the space between their ribs, vibrating on the spot, which made a funny kind of squeaky growl escape from the dragon, more high pitched, bouncy laughter and unstoppable wiggles taking over him when the hands kept running away and attacking all over his torso. They spidered over his ribcage to then poke his armpits, or washed down to sneak some digging and squeezing on his stomach and also even skittered across his spine, pulling all kind of yelps, chortles, snorts and high pitched, wheezy laughter over and over again. 

It took a few more minutes and a bunch more of snickering and wiggling - which was actually even worse now because each squirm made him sink even more on the tickly feathers - before the avian eventually let him go, chuckling in amusement at the way Richarlyson fell on the floor and curled in a ball, shoulders bouncing with the leftover giggles.

An amused snort was pried from the adult when they showed him their middle finger, trying with no success to frown in his direction while still smiling and snickering non stop, remnant sniggers twinkling freely in the air.

“That is a surprise tickle avian attack for you. Now you already know a few uses for your wings in a battle.”

The dragon nestling ignored him, dramatically rolling and turning around and away from the avian, still fully stretched on the floor as if he had just survived a fight for his life and not some harmless playful sillness. Philza chuckled a bit more, not resisting and giving his unprotected neck one last tickle, which immediately melted the half heartedly pout in a smile and made him turn back again and hold a tnt as a threat, making the adult laugh and pull his arms up in rendition. 

Richas showed off his tongue and then fell dramatically on the ground again.

(It was good to him in a lighter spirits, again.)

Philza then got up, stretching and shaking his wings fervently, wincing a bit when their muscles trembled a tad more than normal while holding them, probably from getting so much exercise after being kept so long hidden and immobile. 

Maybe he should follow his own advice and build more of their core strength.

Letting them rest, he went back to adjust a few more crates around before checking on his communicator to see if Chayanne or Tallulah had woken up. 

It was almost evening now, and yet it showed not a single signal of life. 

Hm. 

Well, he could give them their cookies tomorrow if needed, there was still plenty of time before the end of the week.

A light poke hit him right below his shoulderblade and suddenly a loud giggly yelp was ripped from his throat. He turned around quickly only to find his own nephew looking at him with a malefic grin in his expression.

“No.” He said, wagging a finger in warning at them, already realizing their intentions just by the slight slow drag of their tail and the step they gave in his direction. His tune tried to come out as stern, but he was pretty sure that even the kid could see there was no real heat behind his words. 

Richas answered him with an excited thrill, ignoring the threatening caw - more like a soft chip but he wasn’t about to admit it - he gave her in return.

“No. Richarlyson, you do not want to get into this fight with me, ok, mahahate?! Hey! No! Lehehet go!”

There was indeed a valiant and grandious fight. One of the most playful, silly and joyful ones to ever graze that land, they said. The winner was never revealed at the end but passing friends mentioned listening to plenty of surprised caws and giggly growls falling like waterfalls from the wall, especially when certain two other kids woke up to the lack of their father and went to investigate his whereabouts. They said that the growing match continued until the sun set. 

Who knows, who knows.

And since that day, if Richas decided to visit his tio Phil more frequently and if Philza would take the habit of turning off his harvesting machinery from time to time to watch the clouds, that is nobody’s business but their own.

[wqterlillypdfs]

👀 jeremiah x reader fluff please ? like a beach picnic sorta thing ?

lyla, omg this request!!! i'm always up to writing for my favourite book boyfriend <333

summer love, beneath the sun

pairing: jeremiah fisher x fem!reader (can be read as gn) summary: upon your long awaited return to Cousins, your long-distance boyfriend Jeremiah Fisher has a special surprise planned for you... word count: 1.5k warnings: pure fluff! none other than that i think a/n: i had such a strong vision for this fic but idk if i did it proper justice! i kinda hate the ending though uhfvdjskm...

Jeremiah Fisher is nothing short of a romantic. He takes special care in absolutely spoiling you with his tooth-rotting sweetness, and today is no different. It had been a long and busy first week back in Cousins meaning you barely had any time at all to catch up with your boyfriend. Jeremiah had promised you a special evening today, just the two of you, and when you had asked him what he was planning, he simply winked at you and told you to wait and see.

So now you’re sitting on the curbside in front of your house, both your hands firmly planted on the harsh pavement below you. The sun was already starting to set and the late summer day’s humidity was making the air stick to your skin. 

You heard the familiar hum of Jeremiah’s big red jeep before you saw it, you smiled to yourself as you watched the jeep roll up next to the curb just a few feet from where you were sitting. Quickly, you pushed yourself to your feet as Jere got out of his car. His arms immediately enveloped you in a tight hug, and you left no time to hesitate before you hugged him back, resting your cheek on his shoulder as he swayed you side to side. 

His hands slip away from your torso to grab you softly by the shoulders. “I have missed you so much,” He states, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips before pulling you away from him to look you in the eyes properly. 

He hums, as his features take on a more quizzical look, soft fingers come up to cup your face as he tilts it from side to side, “did you get prettier? I didn’t think that was possible.”

“Stop teasing!” you protest, but your words come out through a fit of laughter, reaching a hand up to tousle his dirty blonde curls, “and actually, I missed you more.”

He nods his head to the side like he’s thinking before saying, “unlikely, and also impossible.”

With a defeated sigh, you give into his antics and let him win this one time. “Okay, fine. But can you please, please, tell me where we’re going? This suspense is killing me!”

Jeremiah laughs heartily, before taking your hand and twirling you around, “it’s a surprise,” he reminds you, “and I hope you’ll love it.” He takes that same hand - and in a show of his usual over-the-top-gentleman-ly behaviour - ushers you to the door which he opened smoothly with his other hand.

You stepped up into his Jeep, relishing in the familiar scent. The leather seats and the smell of the ocean. Jere shut your door before walking around and sliding into the driver's seat. You grabbed the aux cord as he shifted into drive, scrolling through your music library until you found your shared playlist.

The car ride had you feeling like you were on cloud nine, absolutely enamoured in the presence of Jeremiah after being away from him for so, so long. The two of you scream-shouting to your favourite songs and laughing at how horribly out of tune you both sounded. There was no higher form of bliss than what you were feeling now. By the time Jeremiah had stopped the car, you were parked just next to the beach, across the road from you was a small street of local food shops, including your most favourite ice creamery. A sudden thought entered your head and it made you swoon, was this Jeremiah’s special surprise? Was he planning on taking you to a sweet ice cream date?

You reach across the centre console to quickly grab Jeremiah’s forearm before he unlocks the car to get out. “Wait, is your special surprise an ice cream date?”

Suddenly, Jeremiah feels like he’s fucked up. Looking down at your big doe-eyes while he contemplates what he’s about to say next. No, the surprise was not in fact a date to the ice creamery. He had something else in mind and now he wasn’t even sure if you’d like it. And he was more than one-hundred-percent against letting you down, “well, no…” he starts, watching your expression carefully to note any sign of change or disappointment, “but we can do both if you want?”

Jeremiah looks like he’s walking on eggshells to try not to disappoint you, and while you feel guilty you also find it a bit endearing that he’d willingly change the plans he’d made for you to do something that would make you happy. “No! It’s okay,” you quickly counter, “I’m sure whatever you have planned will be just as great.”

He nods, and at first it seems unsure, but then he smirks and says, “oh trust me, it will be.”

You roll your eyes playfully as you shove his shoulder. He sends a wink your way before getting out of the Jeep and helping you out of your side, but before you can get very far on the hard deck that meets the sandy edge of the beach, Jeremiah pulls something out of his pocket. An old red bandana hangs from between his fingertips as a sly smirk forms on his lips. “First, you need to put this on.”

Crossing your arms across your chest, you scoff to yourself, “you’ve put a lot of effort into this.”

“Yes, well you're worth it all, my love,” he says in an awfully cheesy tone, paired with batting his big ocean blue eyes.

“Eugh.”

“Eugh,” he agrees, before gently wrapping the bandana around your face, covering your eyes. “Can you see?” he asks for confirmation to which you shake your head.

“I’m a blind man, Jeremiah,” you tell him. He chuckles in response before placing a hand on each of your shoulders and slowly guiding you away from the pavement of the road, and onto the hardwood deck.

You weren’t joking though, with the blindfold on you really did feel blind, your walk was stiff and unsure, and your hands occasionally shot up to brace for impact whenever your shoes caught in a particularly large gap in the deck. But nonetheless, Jere’s grip on you never loosened, and he was so careful to make sure you were safe.

"Just a little bit further," he whispered into your ear, and all but a few minutes later, he made you turn and led you down a set of stairs until your sneakers hit the sandy floor of the beach. A few more steps later, Jeremiah pulled the blindfold off your head. You squinted as your eyes struggled to adjust to the light, blinking a few times before you registered the sun just starting to set over the horizon, splitting the sky into beautiful shades of blue, purple, and pink, the reflection shimmering across the water.

It took you a few seconds (which were painstakingly long for Jeremiah) to notice the real surprise he had set up for you. On the sandy shore of the beach laid a blue plaid picnic blanket which you recognised as Sussanah’s, accompanied by a picnic basket, as well as a bouquet of beautiful flowers.

The staggering rocks that were a few metres away to your left and the tall green reeds that blended into a thicket of trees on your right made the section of the beach that Jeremiah had taken you to feel somewhat secluded; a private section of the beach just for you two.

Honestly, you couldn't believe your eyes, “all this for me?” you gasped, turning to face Jeremiah who had the audacity to look shy.

He was quick to put on his confident front, pulling you in by the waist and craning his head down until your noses were almost touching.  “Who else would it be for?” he teased, brushing a few stray hands of your hair out of your face.

You felt the blush creep onto your cheeks and you instinctively diverted your gaze back down to the sand. You had no idea how to respond.

A breathy laugh escapes his lips and he pulls away, grabbing your hand and leading you to the picnic blanket. He sits down on the soft fabric before beckoning you to do so as well. Your curiosity gets the better of you, and you lift the flap of the picnic basket to take a peek inside, and you're pleasantly surprised to see that it’s filled with some of your most favourite snacks and foods.

“So.. what do you think?” He asks, as he leans on his side to face you.

“This is so much better than ice cream.”

He laughed again, before pushing himself off the blanket and reaching over the basket to place a hand on your cheek. He caught your lips in a sweet kiss that smeared your glittery cherry lip gloss over your chin. When both of you finally pulled away, Jeremiah tugged your waist down so you were lying next to him, your head resting on his chest. 

This summer had only just begun, and yet you felt as if you could stay like this forever.

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Azriel x reader / Eris x reader

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When a seed of doubt is planted, it flourishes under any conditions. That was an undying truth. That night, you fought as you'd never fought before. That was the first time even Azriel's shadows were cold toward you, and they were never cold toward you. They were always there for you. "I just don't get you anymore. You shut me out. I feel alone when I'm with you," you said, staring at Azriel's blank face for what felt like an eternity. But he remained stone cold, "I'm not mad that you went out to help Fayre's sisters. I'm mad that you didn't think about telling me."

You knew well that the whole house could hear you. A part of you wanted them to. Maybe someone would finally realize that you were drowning. When you finally did break the silence of the man you loved, you hoped you hadn't. "Nesta is Cassian's mate. He felt it today", you two were done with the second round of face-to-face screaming, well in reality you did most of the screaming, and were now sat in different parts of the shared room. "Well, good for him. How come this is important now? ", "It's just... three sisters and three brothers. Two already mated", at that, you couldn't suppress a laugh, "Tell me that you're joking, Azriel", but he sat as firmly as before, looking through you. He was deeply lost inside his mind, you could tell. After years, you could tell when he was down under. And he was down under bad. 

"So it's the third bitch's bed that you checked out then?", you laughed but Azriel wasn't too keen on it, "Don't call her that", you gritted your teeth as you stood up, "Oh, you're even defending her now", "She's a decent woman. She doesn't deserve your snarl just because you're an insecure creature," you stilled at his words. Azriel had never used your fear against you. Fear of losing him to some other. The truth was that you had given him everything, and he had your fragile heart in his hands. And he's been tossing it everything but gently lately.

You felt pathetic as you cried for him not to go afterward. To not leave you. That you were sorry. That you were just tired. And Azriel's words did well to calm your inner fear. The words were just the ones you wanted to hear, but something lingered. Something that weighed on you two for a while. You both felt it. You were alone together. Together but alone. Even if you slithered back into bed together, you could tell that sex was just a bandage you two used to smother things over.

The fact that no one was mad was another red flag the next morning. Rhys greeted you with a smile. Suggesting that you two should have breakfast separately from everyone else. "Is everything with you and Az okay?", he had asked shortly after you finished the food. "Yeah, just a heated disagreement. We're perfectly fine now," and if he couldn't tell that you were lying, then you were sure that he had a nice inside scoop on the argument from Asriel himself.

"I'm sorry for being harsh on you lately," you wanted to intrude, but your brother lifted his hand ever so slightly, "It's taken a toll on you. You're my family, and I neglected you", taking a hold of his hand you looked him in the eyes. "I understand; you have it pretty rough. I don't mind being on the back burner for a bit if it helps", Rhy's eyes were sad still. You knew he probably blamed himself for your fight with Azriel and the fact that you two were falling apart. He was always supportive of your relationship with the shadow singer.

"I love you, Y/N/N", you moved to lean into his embrace, "I love you too, grumpy pants". Rhys swiftly moves to tickle your side, making you let out a giggle, and a smile as big as yours appears on his face. "I got you this also," he said,  pulling out a little bottle, and you know instantly what it is. Your childhood pain remedy. The cure for the high lord's children's illness. A lovely blue bottle.

"I thought it would take the edge off. Let you sleep it off", "Thank you, but no." Yet Rhys didn't ease off. You swiftly stood up, taking the bottle from him. "I'll inform you when I'll take it," you reasoned. Even if you knew there was no way you'd take it, you had to give him hope to get him off your head for now. It reminded you too much of your father. The sick things he did to hide you away from the world, from your own family. 

You saw Azriel just as you were coming back to the house. Rhys was still by your side as you sped up a little to wrap your hands around Azriel's tall frame. He returned the gesture only after greeting Rhys. Their gaze lingered but you chose to ignore it. Oblivious. Just be oblivious. "Hey. Where have you been?", you asked him ever so gently. Leaning in to kiss him as you were once again hit with the strong scent of another female. Biting on the inside of your cheek, you smiled at him anyway. He left shortly after you fell asleep last night. You felt him wiggling out of your embrace. Leaving plenty of space for your thoughts to linger.

"Cassina had my hands full all morning. Sometimes I think he takes pleasure in torturing me", you hummed at his response, still clinging to him but that didn't last long. He unwrapped your arms from around his torso, telling you that he wanted to take a shower before a meeting with Rhys, and with another kiss, he was gone. You felt your eyes starting to burn as he walked away. Not here, not now, you told yourself. Don't give them the satisfaction of seeing you like this. Looking at the potion in your hands, you didn't even notice Cassian walking your way.

That big smile of his was probably brighter than the sun today. How did he always seem to be in such a good mood that you were unaware of? "By any chance, you've seen Azriel? Fucker disappeared into the thin air," he muttered into the embrace, and you felt the taste of blood in your mouth as you bit through your flesh. "Nope, looking for him myself. If you find him, tell him I said hello".

You decided to walk down the city street after that. Thank goodness Cassian never questioned anything and simply let you go. You needed to be alone for a bit or to be in the company of somebody who wasn't in the inner circle. You found yourself at Madja's clinic, just watching her help out citizens. Jumping in to help yourself at times. You were helping her clean up after the day's work when you remembered the bottle in your pocket.

"Utilize it, will you," you were never a fan of them as a kid. Well, you were only given them while you were little and when the whole fiasco with Eris happened. But those times were enough to make you go stiff at the sight of them, "Oh, dear, I hope you didn't drink that," your entire body froze, "Why not?" "This is a strong sedative. We only make them for special purposes, and the individual on them needs to be closely monitored. It knocks you out mentally", gaps in your memory, you thought. Maybe that's the reason for it. They wanted to keep you calmer after everything and overused it by accident.

"Would it wipe out one's memory if overused?", the healer shook her head, "Temporary loss of memory maybe, but it's unlikely", well then, you thought, here goes my hope of any clarity. Any bit of hope to unravel this piled-up mess. "While you are at it, would you mind bringing this back to Rhys?", Madja handed you a pouch that, for some reason, she was handling carefully. "What's that?", "Ah, some mixture of Fea bane", she said in such a casual voice as if she had done that for ages. As if this request by your brother didn't weird her out. What's high lords need of this world be? Rhys has other ways of controlling and dealing with his enemies. Unless he's trying to buy it all so no one else can.

"Why would Rhys need that?", "I don't question my high lord, he mentioned a need to keep someone at bay. It's not a first-time thing, child", of course, it's not. Droopy after tea. His eyes big like crows watching you as you slumped down on your bed or sofa after tea with him. No, maybe it was a coincidence. He wouldn't. Your Rhys. When you were little, he vowed that he loved you more than life itself. What changed? 

Leaving behind the bag, you stumbled out of the clinic. Bracing yourself against the corner of the building. The ones passing by offered you a sympathetic look here and there that you tried to return. They were your people as well. Once were. Yet you felt so out of place all of a sudden. Blinking a couple of times, you could only think about one thing and one place. Where else would you go? You simply had no other place to go.

"Eris!", you barked as you stormed into his cabin as if you owned it. "Eris!", your voice echoed through the empty room. You began your search for the same amber-colored bottle that the male of the Autumn Court had the last time you were here, ripping the shelving unit doors open one by one. Surely a genuine glass of liquor would help the case. At least take the edge off of it. One by one, you looked through every nook and cranny, but it's like fate decided to toy with you just a little bit more.

"Where on the cauldron of love would you keep such things?", you muttered to yourself, angry tears picking up at the corner of your eyes. "May I know what's the reason behind you being here?", you turned towards the voice so quickly that you didn't notice the door above you, resulting in you banging the top of your head against it. Your hand immediately went to rest on top of the painful area.

"How bloody clumsy can you be? You'll wreck the whole place up", Eris's voice was harsh and cold. You couldn't blame him; if you were to find someone like that in your room, you would probably have them hanging by the throat of the balcony at the house of the wind. But his harsh voice sent you down on your knees. You were so done with today. You bit back at yourself as you felt the little droplets fall down your cheeks, so much for keeping the tears to yourself. "Did you hit it that hard?", you felt Eris's hand on top of yours, gently lifting it so he could see if there was a wound that would need to be treated. He must have crossed the room at the sight of your first tears. Your lower lip quivered as you met his eyes.

Worry flashed through them. What a strange emotion to see on his face, you thought; it almost made his face look unfamiliar. He never expressed such emotion, and yet here it was. You were seeing them with your own two eyes. "You need to tell me what's all this about, sweetie," Eris sank to the floor beside you. "From the look on your face, I would say that the world is ending". You wanted to chuckle or at least grin at him, but you couldn't. Your brain was going into overdrive. Nothing made sense, and for some unknown reason, every single part of your body was calling for Eris. Your instincts told you to run to him out of everyone.

"What if everything's a lie?", you muttered, making Eris frown. "Is this a riddle, because I hate to disappoint you. I've never been good at them," you only shook your head. "I think Rhys has been poisoning me—adding Fea bane and whatnot to my food and drinks to keep me under his control—and I," a lump in your throat thickened, and you nearly choked on your own words. You felt a hand on your back, drawing patterns slowly to keep you calm enough to finish your story. Familiar - your body sang to you.

"And... Azriel...", Eris stiffened at the name of the shadow singer. The two were never friends. Eris loved to tease Azriel because he knew that his actions and words affected the ever-so-cold male, and Azriel never had the patience to stand by. "He's been coming home reeking of different females. He denies it, but I know... and he keeps on going about how he wants to find his mate, but...", you ripped parts of the sleeves that were covering your arms off. Revealing something that you swore to never show Eris, "He doesn't even want to wait for me to get these off so we could see if we're not mates."

You felt Eris's whole body run cold as if the fire that warmed him from within had vanished at the sight of your hands. You knew they were ugly, but you never thought someone would be affected that way. Feeling small and fragile, you moved them closer to your chest, lowering your head. "You... they are still on your hands?", "Well, you see them, don't you?", you bite back as another wave of shame washes over you. "But I thought, Rhys, he had taken them off. I thought he had a long time ago," "He doesn't know how, he's been trying," but Eris's expression changed completely as he shook his head slowly. He knew something. You could tell that he did. He knew something you didn't.

"Eris," you pleaded, "What is it?", running his hands through his thick hair, he turned away from you for a moment before facing you again. "You won't believe me anyways", but you shook your head, "No, you don't get to leave me with a scrap, tell me! I demand it!". You two are facing each other now. Direct confrontation. The hesitation was all you could sense. It was dripping off him. As if he was scared. Scared that whatever he was going to tell you was going to break you completely. "Rhysand has enough power to take them off himself. They yelled to magic," you backed away from him slightly, saying, "No, he tried everything. He got Helion involved. They tried it all."

Eris came to reach for you, but you only backed away more as your fingers threaded through your own hair. "Y/N, Helion made them. He would need to only blink, and they would be off your hands.", "No, you're lying. You're just saying things." In the frenzy that overtook you, you didn't even notice as your back hit the table that held different mixtures that banished healers must have been making. Turning, you lashed your hands through them all. Whipping the table clean with a scream from deep inside you. Windows rattled. Then an overwhelming amount of fear hit you, making the whole room spin. Eris was talking, but you could barely make out the words he was saying. In reality, you didn't want to listen. You were tired of listening. Clenching your fists like the last time you closed your eyes. Bring me to the liars you told yourself; I want to see their faces as I shatter their world to pieces.

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Finally stopped waffling about it and decided I am going to garden this year. Because I really need something to occupy myself. I'm already going nuts, trying to figure out what to do with myself without having to care for her anymore; I didn't expect it to hit me this hard but here we are.

But, I'm not going to bother with the back garden, or with vegetable gardening this year. I have my Herbs. I have the flower seeds we purchased. So I'm just going to do a little herb and flower garden in the front and call it good; it's low maintenance, and high reward.

We went out and picked up some Glyphosate to take care of the Trumpet Vine from Lowe's today (it took forever to find anything with proper Glyphosate in it; only found one product in the end). I just needed to get out of the house and do something, and Lowe's is always a low effort choice, and I need to deal with the Trumpet Vine regardless, anyways. It's too windy to spray today, however, so it'll have to wait until a better day- which is fine, honestly.

I also nabbed some seeds and a couple Marigold plants while we were there. The seeds were for Blanket flower, Golden Tickseed, and Black-Eyed Susan. I don't know if I'll bother planting any of them this year, but I do know that I'm going to plant the Marigolds in the pretty Bunny planter I got at the Flea Market (once I've repainted it) a bit back. I'll do the Nasturtiums I was waffling about maybe planting in it a different year, instead.

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Eddie pulled up to Steve's driveway at exactly 7pm, per the invitation he was given earlier. 

He looked up at the house to see that none of the lights were on, unusual in the growing twilight. Maybe he wasn't home? But the Beemer was sitting in its usual spot and Steve normally doesn't bail on hangouts without at least some sort of heads up. 

Eddie searched for signs of life through the windows as he walked up to the door, finding none.  He tried the handle. It was locked. 

"Steve?" He knocked on the door. No response.

"Steve??" He tried again. Still no response. Okay so maybe Steve was just being a dick today and wasn't home. 

Eddie was about to turn away when he felt a small shiver run through his body accompanied with the memory of calling Chrissy’s name and not getting an answer. He was pretty sure everything was done and sealed off, but you can never really be sure. God fucking damn it. 

"Steve? Hey I need to know you're alive, man, c'mon." His knocking became a bit more frantic. Not hearing even the smallest bit of movement inside, he started looking under the mat, the potted plants, and some decorative rocks till he found a key.

"Harrington, if you're dead on the floor I swear to fucking- oh." He stopped dead in his tracks as he rounded the corner of the sofa, a soft blush spreading across his face. 

Steve was snuggled up on the couch, legs tucked tightly underneath him, with a literal mountain of blankets wrapped around him. His soft breathing was muffled by the blankets half covering his face as he slowly blinked his eyes open. 

"Eddie...?" he breathed out, looking a bit lost. Sudden understanding dawned on him and he shot up to a sitting position, holding the blankets around his chest. 

Which, fuck, he wasn't wearing a shirt. Eddie glanced away, his face turning a deeper shade of red. 

"Sorry I shouldn't have walked in on you like that, fuck, I'll just head out-"

"No, Eddie, you're fine, it's my fault," Steve reached out to catch his wrist as Eddie tried to abort the situation. "I, uh, clearly overslept. You're good, really. Shit." 

They stared at each other for a moment.

To break the tension Eddie ventured, "No offense, but why do you have so many blankets. That's like an absurd amount." 

"Oh, um." Steve gave a small laugh as he scrubbed both hands over his face. "Yeah, that's- that's because I'm like chronically touch starved? I think that's what Robin called it. The weight of the blankets help."

"Oh." That's...not at all what he was expecting. But, god, that's one hell of an opportunity he just dropped at Eddie's feet. "I could, um. I could help with that. If you want." 

Steve's eyes snapped up to lock onto Eddie's, searching for sincerity. He must've found it because after a minute he asked, "What did you have in mind?" 

"I...hadn't thought that far," Eddie conceded with a small laugh. "Whatever you want." 

"Shit okay." Steve thought for a minute, while Eddie finally shook off his shoes and jacket, not having removed them in his hurry into the house. "Maybe you could sit towards the end and I could just like lay back?" He fidgeted nervously with the edge of one of the blankets. 

Eddie gave him a reassuring smile. "Yeah of course." He never saw Steve this open and soft before and man was it doing things to him. 

He walked over and sat down, angling his body against the back of the sofa and the armrest. He then carefully gripped Steve's shoulders and tugged him over. After a bit of maneuvering they settled into a comfortable position: Eddie propped up against the armrest and back of the couch, one leg shoved between Steve and the couch, the other resting on the floor. Steve sat between Eddie's legs and rested against the other man's chest, still wrapped in roughly one hundred blankets. 

Eddie tentatively wrapped his arms around Steve. "This still good?" 

Steve nodded, but his body remained stiff and unnaturally still. 

"Hey, you can relax. I got you, you're okay." Eddie gave him a soft shake and a squeeze. 

"Yeah." It was barely a whisper. But Eddie felt him slowly start relaxing into him, dropping his shoulders and leaning his head back to fully rest under Eddie's chin. 

They stayed like that for a minute or two, Eddie rubbing small circles on Steve's arms through the blankets and Steve continuing to sink deeper into Eddie. 

"Could, um. Do you think you could, maybe, uh play with my hair?" Steve asked hesitantly, voice quiet and small in the still room. He was fidgeting with a blanket again. 

Eddie didn't need to be asked twice. 

"Of course, baby, whatever you want," he murmured as he sunk his hand into Steve's sleep mussed hair. 

And then immediately froze because, oh fuck, he just called Steve that out loud. "Shit sorry, I keep fucking up tonight, I don't know what-"

"Eddie."

"...yeah?"

"Shut the fuck up, I literally don't care. You're fine." Steve shifted so that they could make eye contact and smirked. "I'm literally laying on top of you right now." He sunk back down with a sigh and half grumbled, "And move your goddamn hand, I'm dying here." 

"Oh. Okay." 

The moment he started carding his fingers through Steve's hair he could feel him absolutely melt into the touch. Steve hummed and sank deeper into the couch, extracting an arm from among the blankets to absentmindedly run his fingers along the top of Eddie's knee next to him. 

They stayed put for the rest of the evening, both of them melting into each other with soft touches and comfortable ease. 

"We should do this every time we hang out." 

Eddie glanced down, taking in the sight of Steve curled up against him, fully relaxed and comfortable. 

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Eddie smiled. "I think we can make that happen."