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[yuriartillery]

The vital metal my name shall use But my life follows simple cues Up and up from earth I grew Cut and chopped and split in two, Skimp'd and scraped from within a flue, Soak'd and set in watery blue, Back to earth to begin anew

[nakylvr]

— THE FALLS ✧ M.S

summary જ⁀➴ two years later of dating star midfielder of the lacrosse team, junior year ends, and summer starts. when you get dragged to a frat party by your best friend chaewon, you're met with a heartbreaking sight. how do you fix it? run.

warnings/tags જ⁀➴ angst, hurt/comfort, college!au, lacrosse player!megan, sports medicine major!f!reader, established relationship, changmin tbz gbf, cheating, happy ending (?), nsfw content, 2 different nsfw scenes, g!p daniela, car sex, riding, cumming inside, brat taming kinda, mean dom!megan, g!p megan, degradation, daddy kink, oral, unprotected sex, backshots, aftercare

minors dni

no wc i wrote this all on tumblr wtf ; i was so mixed with how to end this so erm here 💀 i tried to appease everyone a bit ; i don't condone cheating at all dont do it pls 🙏 ; cheer captain!sophia fic coming soon 😋

part one

you officially survived the worst year of your life. you thought junior year in high school was hard? this was triple that. with the amount of exams, projects, and other curriculums, you were beyond exhausted. you were here on a scholarship, but not a sports scholarship like megan. you struggled to keep up with everything, including your sanity.

things were going great with megan. two years into the relationship and she was just like she was at the beginning. a bit cocky, smooth as ever, but would still panic if you smiled at her like the loser she was. she always promised that she wasn't going to let you go, that she wouldn't do anything stupid like the few first months you spent with her during the recovery process.

and you believed her.

the school year was over, and that meant the start of parties every weekend. you weren't one for parties, especially after the last one you went to, so you immediately declined when chaewon brought it up.

"i'll just stay inside." you told chaewon as you sat on the couch.

"but it's the first party of summer!" chaewon whines.

"and i don't want to go. i'll ask meg if she wants to do anything." you reply.

"but she's going!" chaewon whines even more.

you look at her with furrowed eyebrows. "what?"

"you have to go, please!" chaewon clasps her hands together.

after a moment of deciding, you give in. "fine."

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

and that's how you found yourself getting ready for this party. it took you thirty minutes just to pick something to wear, not receiving any help when you texted megan and she responded with "wear whatever you like! :]".

in the end you opted for something cute, but not too much. not like you would anyway.

chaewon was waiting when you exited your room, and she grinned seeing you. "you ready for this?" she asks.

"i guess." you shrug.

"hell yeah." her smile grows bigger.

you're thankful it only took a few minutes drive to get to the frat house, meaning you could leave and find your way home if you were really hating it there. but you still weren't prepared for the loud music and bright lights as chaewon dragged you inside by your arm.

"drinks?" chaewon says, not giving you an opportunity to say no before she grabs two cups and starts pouring liquor into them.

"chae remember last time–"

"yes, i know." chaewon interrupts you, handing you a cup. "but you'll be fine, i promise."

"whatever." you give up with an eye roll, taking the cup and drinking from it. "dude, is this just vodka?"

"and some sprite." chaewon waves her hand. "c'mon. let's have fun!" she grabs your arm again and drags you throughout the house.

as she pulls you around, you try to spot megan, or someone from the team. she did tell you she would be coming, so you were expecting to find her somewhere in this house. but when chaewon suddenly stops in the middle of the living room to start dancing, you forget about it fairly quickly.

multiple "chaewon professionally mixed" drinks later, and you feel like you did at that party two years ago. only this time, nothing bad happened, yet.

"yn!!"

you hear your name from behind you and you turn, seeing your bestest guy friend, changmin.

"minnie! hi!" you smile widely, hugging him.

"woah, how drunk are you?" he asks, holding you to keep you up straight.

"i've only had a few drinks." but your words are slurring together. "have you seen meg anywhere? she told me she'd be here." a pout forms on your lips.

changmin freezes, but you're too far drunk to notice it. "she left a bit ago." he lies, hoping you'll believe it.

but you've known him since middle school, you know when he's lying. "why are you lying to me?" you pout even more. "you know where she is, don't you?" you ask.

"no! really i-i don't!" changmin shakes his head quickly.

your eyes narrow, and he knows he's in deep shit. "yn–look, she's–" but you're walking off before he can finish his words.

you hear changmin calling your name the further you go into the house, but you ignore him as you keep walking, asking almost every person if they've seen any sight of your girlfriend.

"last i saw she went into the bathroom with some chick. thought it was you."

you couldn't even respond, just pushing past everyone as changmin continued to hurry after you while yelling your name.

"yn! stop! i swear it's–"

you stop in front of the bathroom on the first floor, your hand inching near the handle shakily. with a quick breath, you open the door swiftly, and freeze.

megan, and a girl that wasn't you. megan, and a girl that wasn't you.

your voice is quiet when you say her name, cracking in a way she's only heard once before, and the athlete immediately pulls away from the other girl, looking at you with wide eyes.

"yn–"

but you're already turning and bolting out. you push past changmin on your way, who's looking between you and the bathroom with wide eyes.

"yn!" the male yells, running after you.

you run into a body, and you try to push past, but arms grab you and keep you in place. looking up, you see sophia laforteza. the captain of the cheer team.

"yn?" she lets out, her face contorting into concern. "are you okay?"

"i-i can't–i'm sorry–i–she–"

changmin runs up to you two, panting heavily. "yn! look! its! oh hi sophia!" he smiles, holding up a hand to wave.

"what happened?" sophia asks changmin.

"um!" changmin stands straight. "nothing!" he lies.

"yn!" megan's voice is heard somehow over the music, and sophia sees her appear leaving a bathroom and a girl leave a second later. "baby, i swear it's not what it looks like!"

sophia glances between you, changmin, and megan who's getting closer before landing on changmin. "i'm taking her home." she tells him.

"good idea!" he nods quickly. "i'll deal with megan, you go."

sophia looks down at you. "yn, i'm going to take you home, okay?" she says softly so only you can hear. all you do is nod in response, and she wraps her arm around your waist to keep you from stumbling as she quickly walks out of the house.

everything after that felt like a blur. the drive back to the apartment, getting inside the apartment, laying down on your bed. you could barely even process sophia saying she'd be in the living room if you needed anything, and then the door closed.

deep inhale.

exhale.

then the tears came.

you didn't even notice at first, grabbing the closest thing to you which of course happened to be one of megan's hoodies, bringing it close to you as a choked sob leaves your mouth before you can think.

again. it happened again. what she promised she wouldn't ever do because she knew that you had already gone through it once before. you knew it. you let your walls down, and something always happens. you should've been used to it by now. but you can't stop the tears from flowing down your cheeks and the sobs wracking your body. you shouldn't have gone to that party, you shouldn't have let chaewon convince you, you shouldn't have thought megan would never do something like that. athletes were all the same. you knew that. so why did you think you could change this one?

you cry into the material of her hoodie until you fall asleep from exhaustion. sleeping through the morning and waking up near noon. you open your eyes slowly, blinking to adjust to the sun peeking through your blinds, and you remember last night's events.

you turn over and grab your phone, unlocking it and seeing all the mixed calls and messages from different people. 3 texts, one call from changmin. six texts, 3 calls from chaewon. over fifteen texts, and dozens of missed calls from megan. you sigh and turn it off again.

getting out of bed, you walk out into the living room. to your surprise, sophia is awake on the couch. she turns her head hearing you come out.

"hey." she says softly.

"you're still here?" you mumble, rubbing your eyes with your hand.

"yeah." she nods, seemingly not fazed by your words. "chaewon crashed at kazuha's, and changmin said i should stay."

you hum, nodding your head. "thanks."

"no need." sophia shakes her head, standing up and walking over to you. "are you okay?"

you debate on how to answer. "i don't know." you answer honestly in a quiet voice.

sophia nods. "that's okay," she says. "you don't have to figure it out right now, but you know she's going to show up here sooner than later."

"i know." you mumble.

"what do you want to do?" sophia asks.

"i don't know." you shake your head. "fuck, i don't know! this is the one thing she said she would never do, and i believed her! i'm so fucking stupid." tears start building in your eyes the more you think about it, which sophia notices immediately.

"hey, hey." she grabs your hands. "it's okay, you don't have to know. it's okay, it's normal," she pauses. "do you want to see or talk to her?"

you think for a moment, and right when you open your mouth to answer, the doorbell rings repeatedly. speak of the devil.

you pull your hands away from sophia's and go to the front door, opening it to reveal a disheveled megan. she has faint bags under her eyes that are bloodshot and red and low, and you let out what sounds like a scoff.

"are you high right now?"

megan can't even process the tone of disgust in your voice when you speak to her, starting to stumble over her words. "i'm really sorry about last night but you have to listen to me. i-i didn't–she kissed me! an-and i was going to push her away and then you walked in and i-i know what it looked like but–"

"you didn't even try looking for me the whole party." you cut her off. "obviously you were too occupied to notice i was even there."

"baby, i–"

"don't," you tell her. "i can't believe you. why would you even encourage it enough for it to get to that point? miss star of the lacrosse team doesn't remember how every other girl on campus wants to fuck her?"

megan physically flinches at your words, the way you're saying it with pure anger but still calmly. she looks at the ground like a puppy being scolded, not knowing what to say. "i'm sorry." she says quietly. and when she looks up, she spots sophia behind you, and her eyebrows furrowed together. "what is she doing here?"

"she brought me home. y'know, like you did the last time." you answer without any emotion in your voice which scares megan.

"why?" megan has a sour taste in her mouth seeing the captain of the cheer team in your apartment.

"why?" you repeat. "you tell me." you cross your arms over your chest.

megan's eyes flicker from yours to sophia's, then back to you. "she didn't do anything, did she?"

a real scoff leaves your mouth, shaking your head. "wow. i can't believe you're asking that."

"it's valid." megan's voice lowers an octave. "she shouldn't be here."

"that's what happens when you make dumb decisions, megan." you tell her. "come back when you're sober and really ready to apologize, not fight the one person who cared enough to bring me back."

"i–" you shut the door in megan's face, leaving her stunned.

you turn and look at sophia who has yet to say anything during the whole conversation. "do you know any players on the team?"

"what?" she asks, looking at you with confusion. "i mean–i know dani obviously but not really. why?"

"nothing." you shake your head.

"okay..." sophia's voice trails off. "well, i gotta get to practice. so i'll see you around?" she says with subtle hope in her voice.

"yeah." you smile a bit at her.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

hours later, you find yourself texting daniela.

yn

hey dani, are you doing anything rn?

daniela

no.

why?

yn

can i see you?

daniela

???

yn

it's about megan. she cheated.

daniela

im omw

and in ten minutes you were getting into the red mustang in just a hoodie and a loose pair of shorts. daniela looks over at you from the drivers seat, instantly sensing you were off.

"you wanna drive around a bit?" she asks.

"yeah." your voice is quiet as you answer with a nod.

"okay." daniela doesn't think twice before pulling off back into the street.

after a few minutes of quiet driving, you find the courage to speak.

"i found her in a bathroom with some girl," you say, your voice barely heard over the radio playing faintly. dani glances over at you, her eyes wide before looking back at the road. "changmin was trying to stop me, he knew," you pause, looking over at the latina. "did you know?"

"no." daniela answers immediately, shaking her head. if it weren't so dark, you would notice the way her fingers clutched the steering wheel tighter, her knuckles turning white. "god, she's fucking stupid." she spits out angrily. "i told her not to go multiple times, because she said she doesn't go to them anymore because of you. but no, she had to go anyway when i was asleep." she takes a look at you before continuing. "i guess this is a good time to say that chaewon and i aren't working out. same reasons."

she's short and abrupt, but you know exactly what she means. you know chaewon, and you know she wouldn't change if she was drunk enough to do things she would always do.

"i'm sorry." you don't know what else to say.

daniela just shakes her head. "i should've known better. no one else to blame but me."

"it's not your fault." you reach out and grab her hand that's shaking when you hold onto it.

daniela glances at you, before back at the road. "what are you doing?" she asks quietly, voice shaking like her hand.

"nothing." you shake your head. "are you uncomfortable?"

"no." she answers. she takes another glance at you, and then she's swerving the car around back in the direction of your apartment.

"you're taking me back?" you ask.

"yes." she nods. "i can't–i shouldn't–"

"dani." you cut her off, moving your hand down onto her thigh and feel her tense up. she looks at you. "take me back home?"

"fuck."

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pulling into the parking spot with the tires skidding against the road due to the sudden stop. daniela turns off the car, taking the keys from the ignition and moves to unlock the doors when you grab her hand.

"in here." you tell her.

"wh–do you have a thing for my car?" daniela asks, her face red.

"questions later." you drag her into the backseat after you speak.

daniela barely has time to situate in the cramped backseat of her car before you're straddling her lap, knees bent and pressing into the leather material of the seats. "wait," she says suddenly. "are you–you sure you want to do this?"

"what did i just say?" you answer with a question, leaning closer to her so your lips were nearly touching hers. "don't overthink this, mami." your hands trail to the waistband of her grey sweatpants.

"fuck, you're gonna kill me." daniela breathes out shakily.

"didn't think you were like this." you giggle, and daniela swears her heart skips a beat. your hands start untying the string of her sweats, and she lifts her hips enough for you to pull them down along with her boxers, her hard cock finally free and slapping against her stomach with precum leaking from the tip. "fuck, you're so big." you purr, wrapping your hand around her shaft and giving a few slow pumps.

"shit!" daniela hisses, her hips bucking up into your hand. "please."

"please what?" you ask, staring into her eyes.

"please let me feel you." she whispers. "i need you so bad."

you smile, removing your hand from her and pulling your hoodie over your head, leaving you in just a bra and shorts. "you wanna fuck me, mami?" you throw your hair over to one side, looking down at her with dark eyes.

"yes." she nods surely. "please, ju-just this once."

with a nod, you lift your hips, pushing your shorts and panties to the side before slowly sinking down on her, a moan leaving both your lips as she bottoms out. you move a little bit, a subtle grind that has a small gasp leaving your mouth at the feeling. daniela's hands land on your waist, grabbing onto you as you slowly start rocking against her with soft moans leaving your lips.

"oh my god." your eyes roll back as you progressively speed up, hips lifting and snapping back down with perfection. "fuck, dani you're so big!"

"fuck." daniela breathes out, her dick twitching at your words. "can i–can i kiss you?"

you don't answer, smashing your lips against hers in a messy kiss with teeth clashing. she moans against your lips, starting to thrust up into you every time you go back down, her nails digging into your waist.

parting from the kiss, a trail of saliva connects between both your lips, and daniela's hands move to your chest, groping one of your tits with her hand. the whine you let out only encourages her as her thumb drags over your nipple past your bra. "you're so hot, hermosa. gripping me s-so tight–fuck!" she gasps feeling your walls clench around her.

the car is rocking with your movements, the windows fogging up due to the mixed heavy breathing and moans echoing in the car. you wrap your arms around daniela's neck, grabbing onto her while putting your face in her shoulder. "fuck, 'm gonna cum!" you whine into her hoodie.

you start to slow down, getting tired from all of it which daniela notices. hearing your words only spur her on, and her hands move to your waist again before she starts pounding into you hard and fast. you gasp sharply, biting her shoulder which has her moaning at the feeling. she feels her own climax approaching, her cock throbbing inside you desperate for release. "whe-where d'you want me?" she manages to get out.

"cum inside me." you tell her, making her breath hitch in her throat.

"what?" she lets out, her hips stuttering.

"cum inside me, please," you beg, face pressed in her neck moaning and whimpering against her skin. "i'm on the pill, i swear. please, dani. fill me up, please."

"fuck," daniela curses repeatedly, her hips moving out of pace out of pure desperation. "shit–you're so fuckin' tight–fuck 'm gonna cum!"

a few thrusts later and you're moaning loudly into her neck, your body trembling with the force of your orgasm as daniela cums at the same time – letting out a long groan as her hips still and you feel thick ropes of her cum shoot inside you. you slouch against her, breathing heavily with your eyes closed. daniela wraps her arms around you, running a hand through your hair.

"you okay?" she asks after a moment of silence.

"yeah." you say quietly. "you wanna come inside?"

"huh?" daniela lets out. "i don't think i should." she mumbles.

you pull your face away from her neck, looking down at her and seeing the look on her face. "dani," you say, and she looks at you. "are you okay?"

"meg's gonna kill me." she says quietly. "i–we're so fucked."

"just don't tell anyone, okay?" you tell her.

"oh my god, i wasn't going to, i swear!" she quickly shakes her head. "i-i won't."

"then, i'll see you around?" you say.

she nods. "yeah."

you nod, climbing off her lap and letting her slip out of you. you sit next to her in the backseat, pulling your hoodie back over your head. it's quiet for a few minutes before you look over at her. "dani?"

"hm?" she hums, looking at you.

"you were really good." you tell her with a small smile.

her face turns red at your words. "thanks." she says softly.

"i'll see you later." you press a quick kiss on her cheek before opening the door and climbing out. daniela pulls her sweats back up and gets out as well to get back into the drivers seat, when another car comes to a abrupt stop in the parking spot next to daniela's car.

m3 bmw.

megan.

shit.

megan gets out of her car, closing the door a little harder than she wanted when she sees you climb out of the backseat of daniela's car. "yn!" she calls your name, jogging up to you. "i've been texting you all day!"

you don't know what to say, and your quiet response has megan looking between you and daniela. her eyes scan over you first, then daniela. then it clicks.

"are you fucking serious?" she spits out in a tone you hadn't heard before.

"nothing happ–"

"shut the fuck up, dani." megan cuts her off, her eyes narrowing as she takes a step forward and grabs your arm. "we're going inside."

"what?" you let out. "megan, you can't just–" she turns her head and gives you a look, and you instantly go quiet.

before you can even process what's going on, megan has your key in her hands and is unlocking the front door, dragging you inside behind her and slamming the door shut.

"what the fuck was that?" she hisses.

"it was nothing." you shake your head.

megan grabs your cheeks with her hand in a firm grip, making you look up at her with big eyes. "that wasn't nothing. you let her fuck you, didn't you?"

"what? don't like it when it happens to you, puppy?" you say before you can think of how she'd react to it.

her jaw clenches, her eyes dark, and you know you fucked up. "you did?" her voice is low as she questions you. "you fucking slut."

you flinch at her words, and a short yelp leaves your mouth as she pulls you into your bedroom. she tosses you onto the bed – not gently, but not without any care either.

she starts rambling in a mutter that you can hardly hear, pulling her shirt over her head. "i fuck up with an accident, and you go and fuck my best friend. i try apologizing and you have the cheer captain in here. did she fuck you too? or were you just waiting for that one?"

you stare at her with wide eyes as she speaks, climbing onto the bed and pulling your hoodie off you, and you open your mouth to speak but interrupted with a gasp as she pulls your shorts off your legs and immediately plunges two fingers in your sopping wet pussy.

"f-fuck!" you grab her wrist tightly, nails digging into her skin. "meg–wait!"

she feels you clench around her fingers and pulls them out, seeing the mixed liquid of your slick and dani's cum. she looks at you with pure red in her eyes. "you let her cum in you?" she spits out.

"megan, i swear–"

"uh-uh." she shakes her head, grabbing a fistful of your hair and tugging on it. "try again."

a whimper escapes your lips realizing what she wants. but you know better than to continue acting up when she was already at this point and you hadn't even started.

"daddy, please i swear i-i didn't–"

"didn't mean for her to fuck you?" megan cuts you off. "did she make you cum? did she make you feel good? hm?"

"yes." you whimper again. "n-not like you though, daddy, i-i swear."

"yeah?" she says, making you nod quickly. "we'll see about that."

she unbuckles her baggy jeans before kicking them off her legs, proudly showing her hard length straining against her boxers. she grabs your legs and pulls you closer to her, right so she's pressing against you, the heavy weight of her cock on your dripping cunt making you whimper. you try to grind your hips against her for any friction, only for her to grab your hips and keep you pinned down to the bed.

"you want me to fuck you? you're gonna have to earn it, princess." she tells you, her voice low and serious despite the soft petname leaving her mouth.

megan tugs her boxers down her legs, and lets out a little sigh as she's free from the confinement. "on your knees."

you quickly move so you're on your knees in front of her, her cock right in front of you as you peer up at her with big eyes. she doesn't say anything, just grabs her length with one hand, the other on the back of your head pushing you closer. parting your lips, you let her slide into your mouth, her weight heavy against your tongue as she keeps going until she nearly touches the back of your throat. before you can even start sucking her off, her other hand grabs your head, keeping you in place as she slowly thrusts her hips.

her tip hits the back of your throat, and a small gag comes from you at the feeling, your hands grabbing her thighs tightly. she continues with the shallow thrusts, letting out quiet sighs and moans while mumbling praises.

"taking me so good. so good for me, baby–fuck." she starts moving her hips a little faster, making you gag more around her. "my good girl, my pretty girl." she pushes your hair out of your face and holds it in a makeshift ponytail. there's tears trailing down your cheeks, saliva dripping from the corner of your lips as she fucks your throat, and the sight alone is enough to make her cum.

she suddenly pulls you off her, a gasp coming from you as you take a breath and breathe properly, your throat aching slightly. "on your stomach." she tells you, letting go of your hair finally.

you quickly turn so you're facing the headboard as megan props a pillow underneath you to make it easier. what a sweetheart she was even when she was angry, always making sure you were comfortable.

she lines herself up with your entrance, head of her cock nudging against you as she grabs your hair again, tugging you back. "color?" she asks.

"green." you answer shakily.

"good girl." she lets go of your hair and pats your cheek a little aggressive. "now apologize."

"i-i'm sorry." you whisper.

"louder. mean it."

"i'm sorry, daddy." your head drops down, hair covering your face and tears in your eyes. "i'm sorry. i'm sorry."

megan hums, hands on your hips as she thrusts inside you all the way in one rough stroke, making you gasp sharply. "i believe you, babygirl. you just sit here and be good for me, 'kay?" she gives you no time to adjust before she pulls out and slams back into you, going hard and deep, slowly building her pace.

"o-oh my god–fuck!" you moan out loudly, head falling down on the pillow in front of you. "to-too much!" your arm reaches behind you in an attempt to grab her, your other clawing at the sheets beneath you.

megan grabs your arm, but instead of intertwining your fingers with hers like she normally does, she pins it against your back and pushes down. not enough for it to hurt, but enough to keep you from moving around. she doesn't slow down, her hips snapping against yours at a fast momentum, the angle making her go deeper inside you.

"you can take it. you will."

the headboard is hitting the wall repeatedly in rhythm with her rough thrusts, the bed creaking underneath you and your moans louder than anything else. you're practically ripping the sheets with your hand, trying to ground yourself with how good megan was fucking you right now.

"f-fuck, daddy–feels s-so good!" your hips start pushing back against her every time she pushes in, letting out a whine when she grabs you harder to keep you from moving.

"i know, baby." megan replies tauntingly. "no one can fuck you like this, right? no one can make you feel like this?"

"no-no daddy!" you shake your head. "jus-just you–shit! only you can make me feel th-this good!"

"good girl." megan finally breaks a smile, even though you can't see it. "tell me you love me." she speeds up, her thrusts going more rough than ever.

you can't even process the words, just hearing them and obliging without hesitation. "i love you, daddy. i love you s-so much, i love you." your voice is muffled through the pillow, but it's enough for megan to hear you clearly.

"i love you too, baby. more than you know. love every part of you." she groans feeling you clench around her. "you gonna cum, baby?" she asks, but she already knows your answer.

"yes!" you sob into the pillow, tears running down your face and drool trailing from your mouth with all your moaning. "s-so close, 'm so close please let me cum pl-please!"

megan grabs your hair and tugs on it, arching your back as you gasp. "say you're mine," she says. "i wanna hear you say it."

"i-i'm yours, jus-just you–shit!" you can feel your climax approaching quickly, and your eyes roll back when you feel her nudge your g-spot. "fu-fuck, i'm yours–oh my god, i'm gonna cum!" you whine.

"yeah? you gonna cum all over my cock like a good girl?" she says, and you nod the best you can with her grip on your hair still. "go on, baby. cum for me."

as soon as the words leave her mouth, a loud moan leaves your mouth, jaw slack as you cum, your body shaking with the force of it. megan lets go of your hair and arm, grabbing your hips and starting to lose her rhythm, getting close to cumming with little moans leaving her mouth.

"gonna fill you up, give you my babies–fuck, you want that? you'd look so pretty all full and swollen with my cum, just for me. only me." she starts muttering in a low voice that you can barely hear her. "my pretty girl. my good girl. my girl. mine, all mine. mine. mine. mine. mine–" she's interrupted by a high-pitched whine falling from her lips, her hips finally slowing to a stop as she cums, her tip pressing against your cervix lightly.

the room goes quiet apart from the heavy breathing from you two and the ac blowing through the vents. megan slowly pulls out of you and falls down beside you while you lay on your back now, chest heaving up and down with deep breaths.

she rolls over onto her side to look at you better, brushing your hair out of your face. "yn?" she says softly. you look over at her with tired eyes – real tired eyes, not just the low, dazed ones after sex. you were visibly exhausted in your eyes, and megan feels her heart ache at the sight. "i'm so sorry. i know i'm stupid for not realizing she was flirting with me, i know i'm stupid for going into the bathroom with her, but you have to believe me that i was pushing her off when you came in and saw. i swear to god, please."

she's genuine, you can tell. she's telling the truth, you're almost completely sure. "and if you're just saying that to make me feel better?" you ask quietly.

"if i was going to do that i would've said i was drunk and didn't know what was going on," she replies. "i don't lie to you, i could never lie to you."

you're silent for a moment before you speak up again. "i'm sorry too," you whisper. "i just–you know that's the one thing i can't go through again. i panicked. i thought the worst, that you didn't really love me." your voice cracks, tears welling in your eyes. "i didn't know what to do. i love you so much and i was so scared. i was so scared that you didn't love me the same."

megan pulls you into her arms, your head tucked under her chin. "i love you so much, so much. i do, i swear i do. you don't even know how much I love you. i love you more than anything else. i will only love you for the rest of my life, i promise." she tells you, pressing a kiss on your head.

closing your eyes, a few tears trail down your cheeks at her words. "i love you," you say quietly.

"i love you too," she responds in the same voice. "let's get in the shower, then we can lay down, 'kay?"

you nod, arms wrapping around her. "can we stay like this for a minute?"

megan glances down at you, smiling a bit. "yeah. we can do that."

[chuulyssa]

🇨​​ 🇴 ​​🇳 ​​🇫​​ 🇪 ​​🇸​​ 🇸 ​​🇮 ​​🇴 ​​🇳​ ！

BSD MEN REACTING TO A CONFESSION.

↷ A/N ─ yes new divider again because im indecisive as heck

★ FT. ─ dazai , chuuya , ranpo , akutagawa , atsushi , fyodor

!! TAGS ─ mentions of suicide, insecurities, overall fluff

"i love you."

ᴅᴀᴢᴀɪ.

promptly replies with, "i love you too."

he'll lean into you with an amused smile because he lowkey thinks you're joking

when he realizes you're serious about it he'll immediately stop the stupid grin

and look at you with this sincere look you've never seen on his face before

he'll hold your hand and everything while repeating "i love you too," for a second time, only this time he's serious about it too

definitely asks for double suicide later

"You know it's my motto to unalive myself with a beautiful woman. How lucky of you to have been bestowed upon this honour."

"Mhm."

"I'll say yes if you join me in a double suicide," he asks with puppy eyes.

"Dazai, you already said yes."

"I'll say it again!"

​ᴄʜᴜᴜʏᴀ.

he stops abruptly and half chokes on his expensive ass wine

poor boy is really confused 😭 because "where did that come from??"

he tries to play it cool but he's literally SCREAMING inside

we all know he's been betrayed a lot of times in the past so he feels hesitant about it

will decide to give it a shot tho

100% calls dazai to brag about it

"You may be taller or whatever (as if that matters in the first place) but were you the one able to steal her heart? Eh? I think not!"

You chuckle hearing him update his rival of his new relationship status.

"And anyway," he raises a glass of wine for toast. "I'd like to thank my good looks, good looks and did I mention my good looks (?) for making tonight the happiest night ever."

ʀᴀɴᴘᴏ.

"i know."

he has always observed every single thing about you - how you behave around others vs how you behave around him, the little times you look at him like you want his attention etc etc

he's known about this since like soooo long

he defo also knew when where and how you were gonna confess

went to yosano for tips to react to it and bought you chocolates and stuff. he thinks it'll make you happy :D

eats all of that himself even tho he originally bought it for you but you let it slide because he's a cutie patootie

"You could at least have been a bit subtle about it," he says, munching on his chips. "I mean, anyone who saw you would've been able to guess. I didn't even need my ability for this!"

He lifts his chin up thoughtfully, fingers ripping open another packet of snacks. "You should be grateful I'm not a snitch. Eh, well," he shrugs, "You're now dating the greatest detective in the world! Congratulations!"

ᴀᴋᴜᴛᴀɢᴀᴡᴀ.

"eh???"

like chuuya, he's pretty confused too

"are you sure?"

tries to keep a straight face and hide his fluster

he'll narrow his eyes at you as if he's trying to read your emotions. he doesn't wanna get hurt if he gets too attached to you and you two end up breaking up

also how tf is he supposed to believe that someone like YOU like someone like HIM?

reassure him that he's perfect please :( poor baby deserves the world

"I am a lot of work. I don't think you can keep up with all of that," he says shortly.

"I'll try my best."

"You don't have to."

"But I want to!"

He stares at you for a few moments, looking like he's about to cry.

"Oh, alright then," he waves a hand around. "But don't you ever leave me."

ᴀᴛꜱᴜꜱʜɪ.

screams

"SAY IT AGAIN PLEASE!"

jumps around everywhere in happiness

you dont even get a verbal answer the man's just dancing around

either that or he just faints

he's, like akutagawa, insecure about himself. but he's much more open to showing his emotions to you.

you end up cuddling the whole night or he calls off work to be with you for the rest of the day <3

"I..." he repeats the same word for the fifth time in a row.

"Yes?"

"Don't mind me, I'm just trying to come to terms with the fact that I get to date you."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"No, no!" he panics, wringing both hands all over himself hastily. "I love you! Really!"

ꜰʏᴏᴅᴏʀ.

no reaction. im sorry

spares a small glance at you but otherwise doesn't get distracted from his work

you think he's gone deaf from the way he just ignored you cuz what????

will spend like 15 minutes that way before extending an arm to you and you lowkey DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO??? HELP??

he'll stare at you for a few seconds before pulling you onto his lap and continuing with his work

and that's his way of saying yes

He shuts the computers around him down and taps your outer thigh twice. You immediately stand up and help him up. He stares at you for a few seconds, contemplating something.

"You know, I never thought I'd enable others to call me a lovesick fool."

"Does that mean you are a lovesick fool?"

"A little, maybe," he turns around and walks out of the door while you follow him with a soft smile on your face.

© chuulyssa 2024 - do not copy, plagiarize or repost my works on any platforms. do not translate.

[edenesth]

[9:15 PM]

"Oh my god, that guy is totally your type!" a girl squealed, nudging her friend to look at the gorgeous man across the street.

Her friend giggled, shushing her, "You're right, but stop being so obvious! He's gonna think we're weird!"

"I doubt it. If anything, I think he's already got his eyes on you," she replied, nodding towards him. And she was right—he was looking in her friend's direction, a charming smile on his face as he bit his lip shyly. "Will you go talk to him?"

"I-I mean, I don't know..."

Oh god, I don't need this right now.

You rolled your eyes, eavesdropping on the conversation in front of you. Typical young girls. The light had turned green, and they were still busy debating whether to approach the tall, handsome guy across the street. "Excuse me. Last I checked, your father doesn't own the road. If you're not planning to move, please step aside. Some of us have places to be," you grumbled, pushing past them.

One of them scoffed, annoyed. "Ugh, whatever! Keep that attitude, and no man will ever want you, lady!"

You snorted, nodding sarcastically. "Yes, thank you. I definitely need advice from delusional little girls like you."

"Wha—delusional?! Who do you think you're calling delusional…" Her words trailed off as she watched you walk straight into the welcoming arms of the dreamy guy they had been ogling moments ago. The realisation hit, and embarrassment washed over them. That man had been looking at you all along, not at either of them.

Your boyfriend chuckled, holding you close and kissing your head. "Oh my love, you're so cute when you're annoyed. Did you really have to call them out like that, hm? They would've realised I was yours by the time you got here anyway."

You huffed. "I'd like to see you be so graceful if you heard two guys talking about me the way they just did about you."

He grinned, squeezing you tighter. "Oh baby, you know damn well that I can handle it."

Pulling away slightly, you glared up at him, irritated because he was right and you knew it. This annoyingly perfect man. "I do, and I hate that you're right." He laughed, leaning in to capture your lips in a loving kiss. "Oh come on, you know you love it."

"I do love it... love you, Yuyu."

He softened. "I love you too, baby."

Biting your lip, you cupped his face. "Tell me, my wonderful amazing boyfriend... are those two still watching?"

"Oh my god," he rolled his eyes. "Were you just trying to show off and make them jealous? They left as soon as they realised what was happening."

You groaned, pushing him away and starting your walk back to your shared home. "Ugh, you're telling me we did all that and no one even enjoyed the show?"

He gasped. "A show?! Come here, you—"

Little did you know, that was a lie. The girls were still watching enviously as he chased after you, your shrieks echoing across the quiet streets on a Wednesday night as he tickled your face with endless kisses as playful punishment.

Damn, I guess we were quite delusional...

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[loricciardo]

TAG YOU LATER, charles leclerc.

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pairing. charles leclerc x indie musician!reader

summary. an up and coming american indie musician tags charles leclerc on instagram after he wins the austin grand prix, never expecting him to see it; let alone comment. when he gets hooked on a dreamy demo she shared, not realizing she’s the one who made it… things spiral fast.

tags. female reader, fluffy, slight cussing, SMAU, usage of y/n as name is unspecified, unaddressed hate comments, reader is an american from texas,

author’s note. hey!!!! i’ve never in my life written a SMAU so i hope this isn’t too shit 😭 feedback is always welcome and appreciated!!!! lots of love ALSO I RUSHED THE END IM SORRY!!!

request are open, not proofread, based on this ask. looking for beta readers! x

🎶 stranger to me (demo) — by your band

liked by charles_leclerc, yourbandmate1, gracieabrams and 3,478 others

yn still not over yesterday. charles leclerc on the podium in my home state??? unreal. also if you see a girl sobbing during the anthem… no you didn’t.

tagged charles_leclerc, scuderiaferrari

view all 368 comments. . .

charles_leclerc Merci ❤️ I didn’t see anyone crying I promise 😅 Also great song choice

↳ yn not you actually seeing this 😭😭 wait. wait. you listened to it?

↳ charles_leclerc Yes! On repeat actually. Who is the artist?

↳ carlossainz55 Mate… 😂😂😂

↳ charles_leclerc ????

↳ ferrarifan1 oh charles is dumb dumb

ynluvr128 Wait. Wait. Wait. Is this happening.. in real time?!

random IMAGINE THE CHARLES LECLERC is in your comments what is going on 😭

f1gossipgirl wtf is charles doing here lmao

random Another clout chaser 🥱 F1 isn’t the same anymore with all these wannabe WAGs

yourbandmate1 Way to promote the song go girl xo

↳ yn I DIDNT EVEN MEAN TO

↳ yourbandmate2 well it went up in streams sooo keep doing this 💝💝

charles_leclerc has added to their story!

🎶 stranger to me (demo) — by your band

yn has replied to your story:

yn okay so um. hi 😅 i didn’t want to say anything publicly because i was kind of dying on the inside and it just felt weird to announce but

yn i’m the artist btw

yn or… well my band is 😭 i wasn’t gonna release it but now charles leclerc listens to it apparently so that’s cool

charles_leclerc Wait

charles_leclerc No no no

charles_leclerc You can’t just casually be that good and expect no one to notice 😅

charles_leclerc That’s so cool. You’re seriously talented yn liked this message

yn thank you!!!!! 🤍🤍

yn i’m kinda glad you didn’t know 😭 it feels less weird that way

charles_leclerc Makes sense

charles_leclerc But now that I do know… it’s even more impressive

charles_leclerc You’ve got something special. The lyrics are very well written

yn that means a lot especially coming from someone who’s used to yknow…

yn engines n shit idfk 😭

charles_leclerc Hey!!!! 😡

charles_leclerc I write music too

charles_leclerc Well

charles_leclerc I mess around on the piano sometimes but still

yn wait for real??? youre a musician too??? what can’t you people do 😭

charles_leclerc “Musician” is a very very strong word I’m afraid

charles_leclerc I play a few basic progressions when I can’t sleep

yn honestly relatable af

yn that’s how stranger to me happened

charles_leclerc It’s a sign chéri. It seems to be working well for you ❤️

yn i’ll take that as encouragement to keep making sad little ballads then

charles_leclerc Yes! Please do

charles_leclerc I need new stuff to listen to. You have a very specific vibe and I’m addicted now 😅

yn well damn

yn guess i have to finish my next song 😭 charles_leclerc liked this message

charles_leclerc has followed you back!

liked by bandmate1, yourband, bandmate2, charles_leclerc, tatemcrae, and 7,269 others

yn currently writing songs i swore i’d never let anyone hear. funny how quickly that changes sometimes. #MaybeWeWillShareThisOne #OrWillWe?

tagged yourband, bandmate1, bandmate2, bandmate3

view all 1,655 comments. . .

ynfan this era of her is so raw i’m obsessed

charles_leclerc 👀 Now you have to release it liked by yn and 5,279 others

↳ fan1 omg CHARLES AGAIN??

↳ hater i can’t tell if he actually likes her music or just wants in her pants LMFAO

↳ fan2 He is here before the fanpages are 😭

↳ fan3 is he not embarrassed 💀

carlossainz55 @charles_leclerc Did you switch careers or what?

↳ charles_leclerc I can’t just appreciating good music anymore?

↳ fan he’s SWEATING in these comments lol

lilymhe I vote yes for release DM me the drop 😌

↳ yn only if you pinky swear not to leak it 🤙

↳ lilymhe What do you take me for? 🤙

↳ fan omg not lily being in on it too

↳ fan soft-launch SQUAD confirmed

bff1 drop. the. demo. or we riot.

↳ yn y-y… yes maam 😅 (help she is holding me at gun point)

musicblogger22 I love watching you lean into this. your sound deserves to be loud 🔥

bandmate3 YESSSSSSSS 🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌

↳ bandmate3fan i want u so bad

f1gossipgirl ok but are we just ignoring the way Charles is basically soft launching in her comments?

↳ yndefender girl what??? 💀 they’re just friends???

charlesfan876 she’s literally milking this attention lol

ynhater4 girl one song on insta doesn’t make you a musician 😭

↳ ynHQ and yet he’s in her likes and you’re in the comments 🫶

f1updatesdaily can someone explain to me why this random singer is suddenly everywhere with the drivers??

random i swear if she doesn’t release this one i’ll cry

yncharlesshipper He’s gonna end up in a song isn’t he 👀

↳ fan he’s already inspired one idk what y’all mean

f1updatesdaily 📸 Spotted: Charles Leclerc out in Las Vegas with American singer-songwriter YN of yourband following the Vegas GP.

The two were seen walking around the Strip late at night after grabbing food. Fans were quick to recognize YN from a recent post where she tagged Charles after his Austin podium, where he left a suspiciously flirty comment. 👀

She is behind the indie track Stranger to Me that Charles recently shared to his story last week.

More than just a coincidence? Swipe ➡️ for more.

#F1 #CharlesLeclerc #Ferrari #VegasGP #WAGWatch #WhoIsShe #YnLn #LasVegas

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ynmusicfan THE WAY SHE’S BEEN LOWKEY FOR YEARS AND NOW THIS??

wagupdates she’s been on a few spotify editorial playlists lately too?? i’m smelling gold diggerrrr

fan “stranger to me” is about to chart isn’t it 😭

wherestheferrari not the guy who plays piano falling for a girl who writes sad songs

↳ charlesfan26 meant to be!!!! we love yn in this house 🏠

ynupdates IS THAT WHO I THINK IT IS?!?!?!

fan3 not the indie girlies entering the F1 universe now 😭

f1slayyy unpopular opinion but i kinda love this for him

f1anon Y’all she’s American and 4 years younger than him… plot twist

↳ yndefender2 am I the only one who thinks the gap is a little weird 💀 Charles is ancient

f1hatersunite fame-hunting 101 lol

charles_leclerc has added to their story!

yn has replied to your story:

yn are you trying to start rumors or are you just feeling bold today

yn also?? favorite sound????? i’m blushing pls

charles_leclerc Both are true

charles_leclerc Also you blush really easily, chéri

charles_leclerc It’s cute yn has liked this message

f1girlie CHARLES. LECLERC. JUST POSTED A GIRL ON HIS STORY. NO TAG. NO CONTEXT. I’M UNWELL.

lovedovedance wait wait WAIT is that the same girl who dropped stranger to me??? the vibes matchhhh

leclercdaily She had headphones on. “Favorite sound.” He’s either dating her or she made him a playlist that changed his life

goferrari69 not charles soft launching his manic pixie dream indie girlfriend while i cry over my physics exam

ynlovebot OKAY BUT. the caption. the framing. the fact she’s not tagged??? that’s real. that’s intentional. yn x charles era is here

delusionaldutch i fear this is the girl from vegas.

leclercgf we lost girls. wrap it up.

maxverstappenshrine me pretending i don’t care while zooming in and enhancing like i’m on NCIS

charlesloverreal no bc if this IS her then charles has TASTE. this is what a yearning man

haterhoe69 not another one of them falling for the ✨artsy✨ american girls 💀 y’all are weak

carlossainzstannie atp if she gets invited to qatar i’m logging out permanently

liked by charles_leclerc, taylorswift, georgerussell63, scuderiaferrari, bff1, and 20,369 others

yn wrote a song and found a soft place to land. 🤍truly forza ferrari 🏎️🇶🇦

tagged charles_leclerc, scuderiaferrari, qatargp

view all 14,972 comments. . .

charles_leclerc Even your captions are poetic. Love you ❤️ liked by yn and 17,252 others

↳ yn ❤️❤️ forever?

charles_leclerc Is that even a question, chéri?

fan OH MY GOD

leclercsleftdimple that deep ass kiss just healed my trust issues

ynupdates her caption?? charles’ comment?? everyone shut up this is love

lando We’ve been knew but congrats Ig

↳ yn jealous much?

↳ lando Of him? Not a chance

↳ yn i meant jealous of me. we know you want a homoerotic relationship with charles liked by 162 others

↳ landofan THIS IS SO??? 😭

leclercnation she writes songs AND makes our boy smile like that?? wife material confirmed

hater27 i tried to hate but i listened to her song and now i’m just confused

WAGupdates this is why we never trust a man’s instagram story. full relationship arc in 4 posts

carmenmmundt She’s beauty, she’s grace, she’s everything. He’s there. Love you.

↳ yn sending all my love carmen 🤍🤍 you’re welcome to hang out in the ferrari garage anytime george pisses you off x

↳ georgerussell63 Excuse me??????

↳ yn everyone is a ferrari fan! forza ferrari george

pierregasly finally. my timeline is at peace.

gracieabrams literally crying at this softboy era you unlocked 😭🫶

lilymhe Miss you girlie!!!!

↳ yn can we date instead

[clovercap]

unsaid (part 2)

2.4

note: hi!! thank you guys for all the love on part one, oh my gosh!!◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜ i think i'm gonna make 1-2 more parts and finish up this little series! please let me know what you'd like to see and send me asks! reblog and like if you liked this and lmk if you wanna be tagged in the next part ᵔદᵔ okay luv u all hope you enjoy!!

pairing: bfs!rafe and bsf!y/n

summary: y/n is heavily overthinking and rafe seems perfectly fine

warnings: this is 18+. alcohol use.

“You aren’t gonna surf?” 

Everyone is at the beach, and it’s mid-afternoon, the day after the party. Rafe’s sitting next to you, sunglasses on as he frowns at the ocean. It’s obvious that he’s hungover, which typically makes him irritable. You’re used to it, but it was hard not to take his attitude personally after last night.

I always need you. I can breathe when you’re around. 

What the fuck did he mean by that? 

You glance at him in the beach chair beside you, your hand playing in the sand between your chairs.

“No,” He replies hoarsely. “I feel like shit.” 

He hasn’t mentioned what he said last night. You wonder if he even remembers. It doesn’t seem like it, considering how fucked up he was. By the end of the night, you were dragging him onto Kelce’s couch because he could barely walk.

You, on the other hand, were unfortunately sober enough to remember. The more you thought about it, the more you spiraled. You couldn’t help but wonder if his words meant something more. Combined with all the things he had been doing, acting a bit more protective, being a bit more touchy and sweet. It all makes you think that maybe he does feel something more for you, like you do for him. 

It’s been eating away at you, ever told you he needed you, like the porch swing had become a confessional for just a moment. You have an aching feeling in your gut begging you to just ask him about it, but you restrain yourself. The logical reasoning that tells you he was just drunk, just being nice, holds you back. 

“Yeah, you were gone.” You finally respond, hoping to cover your distress with a soft laugh. 

You feel his gaze on you as you mess with the sand. It feels heavy, like molasses has suddenly enveloped you. He doesn’t respond, which doesn’t surprise you. There wasn’t anything else to say regarding his hangover, and there was no way in hell you would bring up what he had said. 

“Hey! What’re you guys doing out here? The water’s great.” You look up from the sand to see Ruthie walking in front of you both, her wet hair dripping down her shoulders with a hand on her hip and a seltzer in her other hand. 

“I’m hungover,” Rafe says simply, looking up at her through his sunglasses. “Swimming won’t go over too well.” 

“I totally get that,” She giggles like he was trying to be funny.

Her eyes drift to you, and her tone is much less friendly. “Why aren’t you in the water?” 

“M’tanning.” You reply, keeping your voice level. 

She tilts her head and smirks. “You can’t tan like that.” 

She’s not wrong. You’re hunched over in the beach chair, playing with the sand. The way you were sitting was not suitable for a good tan.

“I guess.” You say, and you stand up. Maybe swimming would help get your mind off things. “The water better be as nice as you’re making it out to be.” 

“Oh, it will!” She calls to you as you walk towards the shore. You look back and see she’s taken your seat, leaning over and talking to Rafe. You snap your head back to the ocean and keep walking like your chest didn’t heat up in the disgusting way it usually did when you saw Rafe talking to other girls.

When your feet hit the water, you realize Ruthie was unfortunately right. The water was great. Just cool enough to escape the blazing heat, and just warm enough to feel relaxing. You head further in, closing your eyes and dipping under the waves. You hold your breath and count to 30. You gasp for air as you come back up and see the waves have pulled you even further out. Your toes barely touch the bottom, so you lie on your back, letting the gentle waves bring you closer to shore. 

You don’t know how long you’re in the water, switching between floating and swimming, all while never looking back at the shore. You hear your name being called as you float on your back. His voice is so familiar it almost hurts, and you sigh as you let your legs sink back to the ocean floor, watching Rafe wade towards you. 

“What’s up?” You ask, swimming towards him.

“You’ve been in here for like, almost an hour.  Just wanted to make sure you weren’t dead.” He says gruffly, crossing his arms. 

The water reaches your thighs as you stand. You force a smile, running your thumb under your bikini strap. “I didn’t realize I was out here for so long, sorry.” 

“It’s fine, just—you should really be paying more attention.” 

It’s like he’s admonishing you, and you feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. 

“Sorry.” You mumble, looking away from him as you rub your arm.  It’s a weak attempt to settle your nerves.

His face twists. “No, don’t be sorry. I shouldn’t’ve—” He cuts himself off and shakes his head. He glances down and drops his arms, bending down to feel the water on his hands. “Water’s nice.” 

You nod and smile tightly at his deflection. 

“Maybe it’s your turn to lie out in the ocean for an hour.” Your chest bubbles as you attempt to lighten the mood.  

He looks up at you from the water, and his gaze penetrates you. It’s like he knows something you don’t. You swallow. 

 Then he shakes his head, looking back towards shore, and the feeling is gone. “Nah, I just wanted to come check on you.”

You still, and the waves hit against you. You can’t help how the most casual sentence from him sounds like the most meaningful thing you’ve ever heard. Even though you know it’s not. Since last night, though, it feels like everything he says just…means more. 

“Wanna head back? Maybe you can actually tan.” He breaks the silence you barely even noticed.

“Maybe.” You say, looking over towards the shore. Ruthie is still in your chair, and you bristle at the sight. 

Rafe follows your gaze. “Okay,” He says gently. “Well, I’m gonna head back.”

He looks back at you expectantly. You really didn’t want to follow him back to shore. You felt like you followed him everywhere and hated yourself for it. 

“I’m gonna stay in the water a bit longer.” 

He nods with a small smile. “Try not to float away.” 

You let out a strained laugh and watch as he turns around. 

You look out towards the horizon, swimming towards it. You had always been independent, but as long as you’ve known Rafe, you’ve always just been by his side. You had become attached to him in a way that scared you. 

You weren’t sure when you started feeling more for Rafe. All you knew was that your feelings were recent and overwhelming. You had never been the type to need someone as much as you need him in your life. Maybe that’s why the thought of possibly—most likely— ruining things between you felt so heavy. 

You grew up with everything handed to you, everything decided for you, and the only thing you could control was your feelings. That’s partially why you and Rafe had gotten as close as you did. He struggled with the expectations placed upon him to be the perfect Cameron, while you felt the pressure to be just as successful as your family was. It was a perfect match of privileged teenagers dealing with overwhelming expectations.

But now, you couldn’t control your feelings. Now they had taken a hold over you, and you felt like a puppet being toyed with by his hands.  And ever since that stupid fucking party, it’s been even worse. The rule you had over your emotions had been overthrown. Stripped from you, leaving you with this hollow feeling in your stomach that only Rafe could fill. 

Thinking of him only deepened that emptiness, and you look at the distant horizon. An abrupt barrier between the sky and sea, a wall that isn’t real, but is always there. Sometimes you felt like that with Rafe. He’s never let you in entirely. Maybe that’s why his words at the party hit so hard. 

You can’t help yourself as you look back towards the shore, and your eyes immediately find him without even trying.  You see Rafe sitting in his chair, Ruthie still in yours. Maybe it’s time you just go home. 

You swim towards the shore and walk up onto the sand. Ruthie doesn’t bother moving from your seat as you get closer. If anything, she’s ignoring you, focusing solely on Rafe. You try not to look at him and grab your beach bag. 

You take a few steps away and pull your towel out, wrapping it around yourself. You attempt to keep your composure as you hear her laugh at something he says, but you can’t help that flicker in your chest. It shouldn’t get to you the way it did. 

“Hey, are you leaving?” 

You look over to see Rafe's eyes on you. He looks slightly disappointed. 

“Yeah, I’m tired from last night,” You shrug. “Think I’m just gonna go home and take a nap.” 

The emotionless expression on his face morphs into a small frown. “You alright?” He asks. 

You nod and force a smile. “Yeah, can you just?” Your eyes dart to Ruthie in your chair, now looking at her phone. “Grab my chair when you leave?”

He grips the armrests like he was about to stand, but he doesn’t. He stays seated, and his lips twitch in annoyance. “Yeah.” 

“Thanks, I’ll uh, I’ll see you later.” You lift your hand in a feeble wave, and he just nods. 

You walk to your car parked not too far away on the sand.  You and Rafe were just friends. That’s all. You just had to keep telling yourself that. You just needed to get over it.

———

A few days later, you find yourself at the country club. Rafe and you had texted occasionally, and he was the one who told you that you should come, but as you stand next to Kelce and sip your iced tea, you see Rafe leaning against the bar, talking to Ruthie again. 

You decided after the beach that you had to keep some distance between the two of you. Give yourself time to just get over it. Over him. But it was getting harder and harder to do so when it felt like the two of them were rubbing…whatever it was they were doing, in your face.

You thought he didn’t like her. He had even told you once how her voice irritated him to no end, and she was a ‘pick-me’. But there he was, smirking as she babbled on about something you couldn’t even follow. You tear your gaze from them and focus back on Kelce, who was rambling on about something with his boat. 

“…and my dad’s pissed ’cause I didn’t ask him before I got it wrapped, like it’s his fuckin’ boat,” Kelce scoffs, sipping his whiskey as he looks at you. “Are you even listening to me?”

You blink. “Yeah.”

Kelce looks over at Rafe and Ruthie, and a small grin crosses his face. “Oh, I see.” He nods like he knows something. 

“See what?’ You frown, praying Kelce hadn’t picked up on your increasing jealousy. 

He laughs a bit and crosses his arms. “Man, if you thought you were obvious before…”

Your brows furrow. “What?” 

“We all know, y’know.” He says, a little less teasing now. 

Your heart starts to beat a little faster. You don’t want to ask, but you have to. “Know what?" Your words come out slow.

Kelce just looks at you like you’re stupid. Like he knows that you know what he means. “Don’t make me say it.”

“Whatever you think, you’re wrong.” Your voice is tight, and you sip your tea as if it would help. You didn’t want Kelce knowing about whatever it was Rafe made you feel. You weren’t even fully sure yourself.

“Sure. I won’t say anything, don’t worry.” He laughs and pats you on the back. It’s then that you feel Rafe’s presence. He steps next to you and looks between you and Kelce. 

“Worry about what?” He asks, eyes darting over you. His voice is casual, but his body is tense.

You just look at him, unable to attempt a lie with him standing so close. 

“Me getting in trouble for throwing last week, and trying to throw again this week.” Kelce shrugs as he saves you, and you look back at him, thankful. 

Rafe just looks between the two of you for a moment. “Why would you worry ’bout that?” He chuckles, rubbing his knuckle under his nose, something he only did when he was bothered. 

“I just—I don’t know,” You shrug. “You know how his neighbors are sometimes.” You sip your iced tea again, like it can help the heat that flows through your chest as he stares you down. “Two parties so close might be too much.”

Rafe nods, and he seems to loosen up. “You need to stop overthinking.” He grins and pokes your arm. His small touch feels like a gut punch, and you instinctively take a small step back.

“Yeah.” You laugh and nod like that’s not what you’ve been trying to do for the past 4 days. Like you haven’t been cursing yourself internally every time you’ve caught yourself thinking back to Kelce’s last party. 

He looks at you for a second, and you hear Kelce get wrapped up in a conversation with one of your friends, but you can’t take your eyes off Rafe.

“We were gonna go to the beach after, do you wanna come?” He asks, leaning down, just so you could hear. 

His closeness makes you feel overwhelmed, and you shake your head. “No, I think I’m actually gonna head home. I’m tired.” You smile at him. 

His gaze softens. “You sure? I can come with you.” It’s a simple offer.  It’s casual and friendly, but you start to think maybe it’s more. You shake your head, more at yourself than anything.

You hate how fast you were about to say yes. But you couldn’t allow yourself to become any more disillusioned with him. 

“It’s okay, I’m just gonna nap. But I’ll see you later.” You say quietly, setting your now empty iced tea on the counter, hoping your rejection of his offer landed well. 

He’s silent for a second as his eyes narrow. “Alright, I’ll see you later.” He nods slowly.

You feel his eyes on you as you say bye to everyone else and push open the country club doors. You can finally breathe as you walk towards your car.

Distance, distance, distance.

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[lxcalmenace]

Some silly scenarios with bluelock boys

Based on this headcanon post

Characters included < Isagi, Bachira, Nagi, Rin, Sae and Kaiser > X gn!reader (separate)

tw: none?

⟡Isagi Yoichi - Gets into twitter discourse.

After what felt like months, it seemed that yours and Isagi's schedules had finally aligned. You entered his apartment and made your way to the living room to greet Isagi; just then you saw him sitting on the couch, a furrowed expression crossing his face and his phone in his hand. He was aggresively typing and scrolling on his phone that he failed to notice you taking a seat next to him.

"Oh shoot I didn't see you, sorry", he mutters as he shifts, allowing you to sit comfortably.

"Are you seriously arguing on twitter?," was all you said that made Isagi look away in embarrassment. Ofcourse he didn't want to admit it straight away but he was indeed losing the said argument.

"You know you don't have to prove anything to anyone right? And who even takes twitter seriously nowadays?"

You watched as Isagi let of a small huff before turning off his phone. Without a word, he pulled you in a gentle embrace as the rest of your evening blurred out into soft giggles and tender moments.

⟡Bachira Meguru - Very willing to eat inedible things.

You have been waiting to buy those food inspired scented candles for God knows too many days now; until finally, you managed to get your hands on one of them recently. It was a pancake inspired candle. It was so realistic that you could barely tell it was fake—if it weren’t for the wick sticking out of the top, you might have thought it was an actual pancake

As you opened the box, the mouthwatering, sugary smell of pancakes hit you, spreading throughout the room. This candle was too realistic and just like that, Bachira was willing to sink his teeth into the wax block.

"If it smells so good, it has to taste good too! Let me have just a bite please [name]," he whined. Bro dropped to his knees begging and pleading in exaggerated desperation- as if he would've perished due to hunger right then and there. You couldn't help but chuckle at this sight.

"Ok fine...A little bite won't hurt, but don't come complaining to me later," you sighed as you surrendered the candle to Bachira.

Disgust. Pure disgust washed over his face after he took the bite. He looked at you with teary eyes as he desperately tried to get rid of the nasty taste of the wax; which in response, you just shrugged in a 'I told you so' manner. After helping him wash his mouth and feeding him chocolates to counter the unpleasant flavor, you both finally settled down. Bachira swore that he wouldn't eat anything weird after this incident.

He tried eating cotton the next week.

⟡Nagi Seishiro - Uses two-in-one shampoo and conditioner.

Nagi was out shopping for some groceries while you were tagging alone for some snacks. It was a sunny day, you both entered the supermarket; Nagi took the basket as you made your way inside. He thinks shopping for basic necessities is a hassle and thus the reason for you tagging along to keep him company. You were free to get anything you wanted so you looked around the store, but nothing caught your eye. So you decided to go back, you spotted your tall boyfriend and made your way towards him. He was in the hygiene isle, eyeing down some shampoo bottles.

"Do you seriously use 2-in-1 shampoo? -" you ask, raising your eyebrow. Nagi looked at you with an unbothered expression as he shrugged, "Uh, yeah. Been using that since forever"

"Why are you asking me this, something wrong with it?" the tall male added while casually putting another bottle in the cart.

"Your hair is always so silky and soft; Its hard to believe that a simple 2-in-1 could give you those results. I mean, people spend a ton of money on haircare products, to achieve what you have, you know?" you replied.

"Then, thanks to my genes, I guess," he smirked as he turned around to look at you. You couldn't help but sigh and let out a chuckle. There was absolutely no point in arguing with Nagi- He always managed to win, even when he wasn't trying. You raised your hands as if you were surrendering, and then you both made your way further into the store.

Nagi is a simple guy, and slowly over time, you are starting to find comfort in his simplicity.

⟡Rin Itoshi - Plays roblox.

"Rin, dinner's ready, come down!" You yelled from the kitchen whilst serving the food on the table. A few unresponsive minutes passed, so you decided to fetch Rin yourself; thinking he might be in the shower or taking a nap. Making your way to the shared bedroom, you knocked on the door before poking your head through.

There he was, sitting on his gaming chair, with the lights out, playing..roblox..? You observed him for a couple of minutes, his face was illuminated by the screen, ever so unfazed; Rin was too immersed playing The Mimic that he failed to notice you slowly creeping up on him. The only time Rin was caught off guard was when you tapped his shoulder to get his attention. You swore you saw Rin's face go pale for a second as his eyes widen in surprise. "You play roblox?," you asked as you raised your brows in amusement.

He took off his headset and he nodded, "Is dinner ready?"

"It is"

"Alright"

You both stared at each other.

"Can we play Dress to impress later? Rin please-"

"NO."

Few moments later, the dark haired striker was seen playing Dress to impress, all the bright colors and outfits flashed on his screen display.

"You're doing incredibly well, who would've thought you had those designer skills in you Rinnie," you teased him

"Oh shut up...I just don't like losing, ok?" he scoffed but there was a small smile creeping on his lips.

You rolled your eyes playfully, knowing very well that he only agreed to play this if only you were ready to join him in his horror games. It was a win-win situation for both of you.

⟡Sae Itoshi - Had an emo phase

Your phone was buzzing for quite some time now so you finally decided to check who was texting you at this time of the night. Sae was on his way home from practice; Deciding to stay up and wait for him to get home, you layed down on the couch while keeping a random movie playing in the background. As you opened the chat, you couldn't help but burst into laughter- There were old pictures of Sae; eyes lined with eyeliner, hair was dyed dark and swooped to a side and he was wearing dark clothes. You saved all the pictures one by one as you swiped for more, that's when you heard the door open- signaling that Sae had returned home. Quickly turning off your phone, you were trying so hard to contain your laughter, but a giggle escaped your lips.

Sae muttered a small, "What are you up to [name]?" before raising an eyebrow at you. He knew that you had something cooking up due to the way you were smiling at him.

"Sae," you purred, "if hypothetically someone were to leak your embarrassing pictures, what would you do?" you grinned.

You watched as Sae's expressions went from neutral to that of pure horror.

"[Name] don't you dare-" he warned.

"I'm not saying that I have any embarrassing pictures of you tho," you replied, "It was a hypothetical question, unless," a smirk formed on your lips as you looked at Sae. "You never know what could happen next."

His eyes widen in disbelief, he knew that you had something against him. "Fine, I don't have the energy to do this. Tell me what do you want," he sighed, giving up. "But atleast show me these hypothetical pictures you have acquired, and where did you even get them from?"

You giggle as you showed him all of the pictures; to which he openly cringed hard. He was definitely not expecting this. It brought back so many of his memories before going to Spain. He sighed as he accepted his faith and made his way to the bedroom to freshen up. You typed a quick 'Thank you' and sent the chat.

"Rin reacted '👍' to your chat."

⟡Michael Kaiser - Sleeps in till noon

'12:27'

It was past noon. You had finished making breakfast, eating it, doing some chores around the house, watering the plants, having a small snack and watching a few episodes of your favorite show, and yet your boyfriend was still in your bed, sleeping peacefully. You would've chalked it up to him being tired, but he had gone to bed exceptionally early too. It was starting to concern you now. What if he was not feeling well? You made your way to the bedroom and entered it silently. There he was, soft breathing and sleeping peacefully. You sat down beside him and gently touched his forehead to check if he was sick. Everything was fine. You decided to run your fingers through his messy bed hair, untangling any small knots. Michael slowly started to stir and the first thing he did was kiss your hand, which made your lips morph into a small smile.

"Good morning, mein Schatz," He mumbled groggily, "What time is it?" he asked while rubbing his eyes. He let out a yawn as he sat up your bed

"Its good afternoon now, wake up Micha," you continue to run your fingers through his blonde locks as he embraced you, still feeling sleepy.

You pat his head, "C'mon have your lunch, you must be hungry."

"Are you on the menu?" he muttered against your shoulder.

". . ."

"Then no, I dont want to eat"

"Michael no-"

Not proofread so ignore any mistakes and ty for reading !!

[hederasgarden]

On the Horizon (2/?)

Summary: You've been pining over your coworker for a while now. He might not have realized but someone has.  Pairing:Tyler Owens x F!Reader (with minor Scott x F!Reader) Word Count: 4.3K  Rating: Mature, 18+ only. Angst and asshole!Scott who brings a side of gaslighting. Future chapters will be smutty. Not all themes are tagged.   A/N: Thanks to @writercole for the summary and @ryebecca @mermaidxatxheart @clairewritesandrambles and @a-reader-and-a-writer for their beta help.

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Part 1 ♡ Masterlist

The sound of the rickety old air conditioning unit sputtering to life jolts you awake. You roll over with a groan, throwing an arm over your face to shield yourself from the sunlight trickling in through a gap in the curtains. It takes you a long moment to realize the other side of the bed is empty and cold. When you do, the remnants of sleep scatter, a wave of awareness washing over you.

You tuck your chin against your chest and pull the scratchy sheets closer to your naked body. The old clock on the bedside table stares back at you as you struggle to ignore the hollow ache in your stomach. You didn’t expect Scott to stay the night. Both of you knew it wouldn’t be smart, though it still stings, just like it did the first time. But that was Scott, you remind yourself, always thinking two steps ahead, anticipating and reacting. Whatever you two had needed to remain a secret. As he reminded you last night, when it came to sleeping with a coworker, people were always harsher on the woman. It was better this way. Wasn’t it?

You close your eyes and draw in a pained breath, catching the faint, musky scent of Scott’s cologne that still lingers in the sheets. The smell brings a rush of memories from the night before, vivid and overwhelming, like a sense memory that refuses to fade. The way his long, thick fingers curled inside you. The sound of his shuddering breath when he came. 

Your phone buzzes, and you jerk upright, expecting or perhaps hoping to see Scott’s name. Instead, it's Andy letting you know he’s grabbing coffee for everyone. You thank him and, without giving yourself a chance to second-guess yourself, shoot off a message to Scott. You watch as the status changes from “Delivered,” to “Read at 7:22 AM.” You wait for a reply but minutes tick by without an answer.

Eventually, you force yourself out of bed and prepare for the day, but as you move through your routine, your mind keeps drifting back to the unanswered message. It’s after 8 a.m. by the time you leave the hotel room with your duffle bag in hand. Outside, the parking lot is full of other storm chasers who mill around quietly, their mood more subdued than last night.

You find Scott with a clipboard in hand, talking with Javi. He spares you a glance but doesn’t otherwise acknowledge you. It’s not personal, you remind yourself, feeling better when you remember you're both assigned to Scarecrow. You’ll have a chance to talk with him then without having to worry about anyone overhearing you. 

On the way to the car, you catch up with Andy, looking dubiously at the greyish cup of gas station coffee he hands you. It's been weeks since you had a decent cup. You're half-busy lamenting the absence of Starbucks when a sharp whistle catches your attention. It's Tyler, and he’s giving you a curious look, raising his chin in Scott's direction. 

You know what he's asking. You should give him a thumbs-up so he knows the ploy worked, but before you can a sharp, unexpected wave of shame crawls up your throat. Tyler wrinkles his brow, hands on his hips. When he takes a step forward you turn away without answering him. You head for your assigned car, only to stop abruptly when you see Peter, one of the meteorologists, sitting in the passenger seat with the door ajar.

“Morning. I think you might be in the wrong car,” you say. 

“Hey,” Peter greets, looking up from his computer. “Scott changed the rotation. You’re riding with Javi. Didn’t he tell you?”

“Oh.” You stare at your coworker unblinking, for a long moment. It was probably an oversight. Scott was so busy. "O-of course he did, I must have forgotten," you lie, forcing yourself to chuckle. “Lack of sleep,” you explain.

“Tell me about it. These motel beds are killing my back.”

“For sure,” you agree, offering him a wave and promising to catch up with him later. The second you turn away, your eyes sting and you brush at them angrily. Why are you crying? It’s not even a big deal. You liked riding with Javi, everyone did even though he was the boss. 

You head in the opposite direction of the others, unsure of where you’re going. All you know is that you need to move to dislodge the pressure in your chest. It’s only when you reach the edge of the motel’s property, standing at the boundary of the farm next door, that you finally stop. You drop your bag, sending up a small cloud of dust, and press a hand to your mouth as you stare across the field of knee-high corn. This was all so stupid, a childish overreaction. There’d be time to talk with Scott tonight again. You were getting upset over nothing.

You have only a few precious seconds to collect yourself before you hear footsteps approaching. Quickly, you scrub your hands over your eyes, trying to dry the tears as best as you can. It doesn’t matter who it is; you just don’t want to be seen like this.

“You know, sweetheart,” Tyler begins, his southern drawl softening the endearment, “I’m not used to chasing after a woman.” 

He stops a few feet away, his gaze fixed steadily on the horizon. You watch him out of the corner of your eye, his cowboy hat shading his expression from view. He's not exactly who you want to talk to at the moment but it was better than someone from your team. 

“Well," you start, clearing your throat to dislodge the unwanted emotion from your voice. "You’re welcome for the unique experience, I guess."

He turns to face you, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. You’ve amused him.  “Well, don’t keep me in suspense,” he says, clearly waiting for you to elaborate.

You open your mouth but nothing comes out. Scott spent the night and that was what you wanted so why didn’t it feel that way? 

“Ah, he shit the bed, huh?” Tyler asks, understandingly. Your nose wrinkles at the euphemism and this time he laughs. “Well, we can always try again tonight.”

You realize then that Tyler thinks nothing happened between you and Scott last night. You should set him straight, but instead, you find yourself saying, “You don’t even know where we’re going.”

“Come on now. We both know everyone here is heading up to Bartlesville. The conditions look promising.” 

“What do you have planned to help me?”

Tyler tilts his cowboy hat up with a finger, stepping close enough that you find yourself beneath its brim. You look up at him and notice, for the first time, the dark stubble along his jaw and the dimples that appear when he smiles. You’ve always known he was handsome — everyone knew it, mostly because that was all Peter talked about after enough beers. But right now, it feels like you’re seeing Tyler Owens for the first time.

“You leave that up to me. Just be ready by 7 p.m. Wear that dress from last night.”

He steps away and you feel like you can breathe again. “Okay.” You agree.

“Okay?” he questions. “They don’t teach you manners up north?” He teases.

His comment catches you off guard and startles a genuine laugh from you, the first one you’ve had in a while, you realize. “Thank you,” you reply sincerely. 

Just like last night, Tyler taps your nose playfully and steps back. “7 p.m.,” he reminds you before he turns and heads off.

You don’t even notice it until you’re back at the truck, but the pressure in your chest that’s been weighing on you all morning is gone.

–

Riding to Bartlesville with Javi isn’t half bad, he’s more than willing to share the endless supply of snacks he’s got stashed all over the vehicle. You rummage through the glovebox, pushing away a questionable-looking melted bar of chocolate for a package of Skittles.

“So, you gonna tell me what last night was all about?” He asks.

You freeze, anxiety skittering up your spine. Does he know about you and Scott?

“Javi, I —”

“Tyler Owens?” he presses. “I saw you with his crew last night, and Scott mentioned he was bothering you this morning.”

At the mention of Scott’s name, there’s a familiar, painful tug in your chest. You ignore it, just like you do with the knowledge that Scott saw you and Tyler together. You don’t want to think about him right now.

“Are you asking as my friend or as my boss?” You question, propping your foot on the dashboard and tossing a Skittle into your mouth.  

“As your friend I want to make sure you’re being safe. And as your boss, I wanna know why you’re spending time with the competition,” he says. “Also, take your damn foot off the dash.”

You flash him a grin and place your other foot beside the first. Javi sighs in annoyance but extends his hand, waving his fingers expectantly. You sift through the bag and hand him the green Skittles. Despite the years that have passed from when he was a fresh-faced Corporal with a buzzcut and you were a civilian contractor feeling way out of your depth, you appreciate this part of your relationship remains unchanged.

“He was looking for some contouring tips.” You joke, earning another look. “He wanted to know where we were headed next,” you tell him, surprising yourself with how easy the lie comes to you.”Don’t worry, I told him we were going to Broken Bow.”

“He’s gonna meet us in Bartlesville, isn’t he?”

“Oh, absolutely,” you agree, rummaging through the Skittles bag to find another handful of green ones. “Does he really bother you that much?”

Javi shrugs, his expression thoughtful as he takes the Skittles from you. “He’s annoying and disruptive, but…not really, I guess. We’re still getting good data when he isn’t shooting fireworks into tornadoes.”

You laugh. “Peter loved that. He kept showing clips to everyone. I think it was the highlight of his week.”

“Yeah, how about you? You like Tyler Owens, too?”

You raise an eyebrow, a touch of exasperation in your voice. “Javi…”

“What?” he asks innocently, his gaze meeting yours. “It’s just a question.”

“Okay, if we’re just asking questions, how’s Kate doing?”

Javi shifts uncomfortably in his seat, his fingers drumming on the steering wheel as he avoids your eyes. “You really shouldn’t be asking your boss personal questions like that.”

“Mmmm, okay,” you reply.

For as long as you’ve known Javi, Kate’s been a topic of conversation. It wasn’t until recently that he reconnected with her, though, flying off to New York to recruit her for the team. She turned him down but texted him sporadically. It was clear to you he was painfully in love with her.

“We’re texting again,” Javi admits finally. "And she agreed to go to dinner when I'm in New York again next week," he reveals with a smile. 

“Look at you go,” you encourage. 

“Don’t make it a big deal,” he says, reaching over to fiddle with the radio. 

Static bursts through a second later before it’s replaced by a soft, crooning voice. You settle back in your seat when you sense Javi’s done talking about the Kate situation. Based on the radar, you know it’s best to catch some sleep while you can. You close your eyes and tilt your head towards the sunlight streaming through the side window, letting the warmth wash over you. Tension drains from your body as you drift off to sleep, listening to Javi sing off-tune to the radio.  

–

At exactly 7 p.m., there’s a knock on your door. You open it to see Tyler standing there, leaning casually against the doorframe, cowboy hat tipped low. He’s wearing a pearl snap shirt and sporting an impressively large belt buckle.

“My eyes are up here, sweetheart,” Tyler reminds you with a smirk. Your cheeks heat as you meet his gaze, feeling slightly embarrassed. “It says ‘Tornado Wrangler.’ Just in case you were too distracted to read it.”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” you reply, though your tone lacks any real bite.

“But I do love a little flattery,” Tyler counters, extending his arm toward you. 

After a moment of hesitation, you slip your hand around his bicep, allowing yourself to be guided along. The parking lot is quiet. It seems that the weekend storm chasers have all gone home. There’s only one solitary figure in the distance, their cigarette glowing briefly with an orange flare in the darkness. Most of the motel rooms you pass are dark and you wonder if everyone on your team has gone to the bar Peter suggested in the group text. 

“Where are we going?” You ask.

“Only the finest establishment Bartlesville has to offer,” he replies.

“So the bar everyone else is headed to.”

“You city girls,” he says with a shake of his head. “Come on now,” he encourages, pulling you with him as he sprints across the road to another parking lot that’s crowded and brightly lit. 

The neon letters flashing above the entrance proclaim that you've arrived at Cowboys’ Dancehall. As you and Tyler approach, you both hand over your IDs to the bouncer stationed outside. He scrutinizes the out-of-state licenses for a long moment before waving you on. 

Inside, it’s loud and dimly lit. Couples spin around the dance floor to a fast-paced country song. The bar is crowded, but Tyler cuts through the throng of people with ease, keeping you beside him with a hand at your hip until you reach the old wooden bar. When he leans in to speak to the bartender his chest brushes your back.

“I’ll take a Bud Light, and the lady will have a rosé,” he tells her, his voice raised just enough to be heard over the music.

The bartender, an older woman with deep lines etched into her face, stares at Tyler before she pops the caps off two Bud Lights and slides them across the bar. “That’ll be $7 even,” she announces.

You press your hand to your mouth, stifling a laugh at the exchange.

“Well alright,” Tyler says, reaching for his wallet.

“I can pay for myself,” you insist, digging through your purse but he’s faster, dropping $10 on the counter. 

“A fake date is still a date.” He tells you. 

You’re relieved to escape the crush of the crowded bar as you make your way past the dance floor toward the quieter back area where tables are scattered. Peter spots you first, his face lighting up when he waves you over enthusiastically. You’re taken aback to see most of your coworkers seated at a table with Tyler’s crew. Boone greets you with a lopsided salute, while Lily gives you a fist bump. Tyler pulls out a chair for you, and you take a seat, distracted as you search the room for a familiar face.

“Don’t worry,” Peter half shouts to you over the table. “Javi and Scott are meeting with that investor guy.”

“Oh,” you respond, nodding and wondering just how often your coworkers hung out with Tyler’s team in Scott and Javi’s absence.

You were never one to go out with them before, preferring to wind down alone with a good book or movie. It’s clear that this isn’t the first time they’ve gathered like this; everyone seems pretty comfortable together. Tyler, in particular, is completely unfazed to find his crew mingling with Storm Par.

“You’re not going to rat us out to Scott are you?” Daniel asks nervously.

“City girl wouldn’t do that,” Tyler says confidently, resting an arm over the back of your chair. “Would you?” he asks.

He leans in slightly, his thumb brushing gently against your bare shoulder. The unexpectedly intimate touch startles you, and it takes a moment for you to regain your composure. 

“Your secret is safe with me,” you promise, offering Daniel a reassuring smile.

He seems to accept your words and you settle back into your chair, letting the conversation of the table wash over you. Sipping your beer, you occasionally glance toward the door. There’s no sign of Scott and you’re left wondering about Tyler’s plan. Everyone else seems confident he and Javi won’t make an appearance tonight. 

“Alright, enough sitting. Let’s dance,” Tyler announces, offering you his hand. 

You nearly choke on your beer. “Dance?” you repeat, waving him off. “No one mentioned anything about dancing.”

“I can’t have you leaving Oklahoma without learning how to two-step.”

“How do you know I haven’t?” you challenge.

“I get the impression you don’t let yourself have a lot of fun,” Tyler replies quietly. The softness of his eyes and the utter sincerity in his voice make it hard to hold his gaze. It’s unsettling how clearly he seems to see through you. 

“Come on,” he says, offering you his hand. “It’ll be fun.”

You glance at the door again before letting Tyler guide you toward the dance floor. The beat of the song is fast and you watch how effortlessly the other couples move, their steps fluid and graceful. Tyler takes your right hand and wraps his left arm around you, his palm resting firmly on your shoulder blade, drawing you close. After a moment’s hesitation, you place your left arm on his bicep. He feels warm and strong against you.

“I don’t know what I’m doing.” You say, feeling silly and out of place. 

“Nothing to it. All you gotta do is follow, I’ll lead,” Tyler promises, surging forward and taking you with him. 

You stumble a little, but Tyler’s quick to adjust his pace for you. He keeps you to the outside of the dance floor, guiding you through the moves. You watch his feet, trying to coordinate your own, but you end up stepping on his toes more than a few times. He doesn’t seem to mind, gently correcting you. It feels like you have two left feet and your anxiety flares in response.

“Look up here,” Tyler says, waiting patiently until you meet his gaze before continuing. “Don’t overthink it — just feel it”

“That’s easy for you to say,” you mutter. 

“So let’s keep that big brain busy. Tell me about yourself. Did you go to a fancy school like MIT too?” He asks, his tone playful.

“Uh. No,” you say, glancing down only to have him tap your shoulder. You look up again. “I went to a state school.”

“So did I,” he reveals. “Though it was just for meteorology and atmospheric science.”

“You did?”

“Hey, no need to sound so surprised,” he replies, feigning mock hurt.

“A cowboy and a scholar,” you tease.

“Don’t forget a pretty great dancer, too,” he adds, lifting his arm to twirl you around before pulling you back into his embrace. When he does it again, a breathless laugh escapes you.

“Atta girl,” Tyler says, pulling you even closer. “Now we’re having fun.”

Your skin tingles and you feel warm all over. The world narrows to Tyler’s handsome face, his green eyes deep and captivating in the dim light. Your chest tightens, only allowing you to pull in shallow breaths that leave you lightheaded. In that moment, you realize you haven’t stumbled once — you’re moving perfectly in sync with him.

“One more dance?” He asks. 

“Yeah,” you agree.

The current song fades into something softer and more subdued. The crowd begins to thin, but Tyler doesn’t seem deterred by the change. He lowers his hand to the small of your back, holding you close as he guides you in a slow, graceful sweep across the floor. Despite the smoky bar and the crowd of people, all you smell is Tyler's clean, crisp scent. It reminds you of the first storm of the season, the air electric and charged with energy. Full of potential. 

Tyler stares steadily at you as he continues to move you across the floor, and you find yourself unable to look away from him. The music seems to fade, leaving only the sound of his breathing and your own. Your lashes flutter and you close your eyes, allowing yourself to simply feel — weightless and free. 

It’s only when someone else bumps into you that your eyes snap open and reality comes rushing back. You stumble, but Tyler catches you, pulling you gently to the side.

“Doing alright?” He questions.

You nod, feeling strangely shaky. “I think I need some water.”

Hand still in yours, Tyler tugs you along until he reaches the end of the bar, where a large water jug sits. He hands you a cup, and you drink deeply, surveying the crowded bar. It takes you a while to realize you’re just taking in the sights and sounds, and you haven't thought about Scott at all.

“Our beers are probably warm by now. You want another?” He asks. 

“I shouldn’t.”

He smiles and pulls out his phone, opening the weather app. The screen shows a mess of red and yellow just south of you. “You’re probably right,” he admits.

You both head back to the table, where Boone groans at Tyler’s announcement that his crew should return to the motel after finishing their drinks. Your coworkers seem to agree, with some heading to the bar to settle their tabs.

“I’ll walk you back.” Tyler offers.

Outside, the moon is obscured by thick clouds and it feels cooler than when you first arrived. Your eyes roam the parking lot, catching sight of Scarecrow. Scott and Javi must be back from their meeting. A pang of disappointment hits you. You’d hoped Scott would have seen you with Tyler again. 

“Well…this is you,” Tyler says, stopping in front of your hotel room. “Not a bad night.”

“It wasn’t,” you agree. “But Scott didn’t show up.”

Tyler presses his lips together, his gaze falling away to look at something past you. His nostrils flare and then his eyes return to you, but the tension in his jaw remains.

"You had fun, didn't you?" He prods.

Even if tonight hadn't gone the way you wanted it to, you have to admit he was right. You had fun. 

"I did,” you say, offering him a shy smile. “Thank you.”

“Well, then, it wasn’t a total loss. You had a good time,” he says, his tone warm. To your surprise, he leans in, removing his cowboy hat and holding it level with your face, effectively blocking your view to the left. His hand settles lightly on your hip. “Looks like we’ve got an audience — tall, dark, and a total dipshit.”

You stare up at him, your whole body tingling. “Scott?” You whisper.

“Mmmhmm,” Tyler returns. “Now if you're asking for my advice, I'd let him stew a bit. A man should have to work for you. Put in some effort.”

You nod, and Tyler steps back, pulling his hat on. When you finally look to the left the walkway is deserted, bathed in the dim light filtering through the curtains of the neighboring rooms. Tyler insists on waiting until you're safely inside, and you watch him linger by the door for another minute before he finally turns to leave.

With a sigh, you sit on the bed and slip off your shoes, feeling strangely adrift and unsure. Your text to Scott from this morning remains unanswered and you have no idea if what you’re doing with Tyler is going to help the way you want it to. You press the heels of your hands into your eyes, trying to clear your mind. 

Lost in your thoughts, you nearly miss the soft knock at the door. You crack it open, looking up at Scott. His dark hair is damp, curling over his forehead. He smiles at you and your heart flutters in response. You almost invite him in on instinct, but Tyler’s earlier remarks rise to the surface.

“What?” Scott asks.

You straighten your shoulders, gathering the courage for what you want to ask. “Why didn’t you respond to my text message?”

His brow furrows, like he has zero idea what you’re talking about.

“I sent you a text this morning,” you clarify. 

“We’re not supposed to text and drive in a company vehicle, you know that.” 

His response immediately makes you feel silly because of course that made sense. Just last week Javi got on Daniel about texting and driving. 

“Are you really going to make me stand out here?” He asks, quickly looking down the hall. He was probably worried someone would see the two of you. 

“Of course not.” You step back to let him inside, chewing on the inside of your lip. “I just…why did you have me move cars?” 

Scott presses his tongue against the inside of his cheek and exhales loudly. You wrap your arms around yourself and take a step back, but he follows you.

“You’ve ridden with me the last two days,” he says quietly. One of his large hands cups your jaw. “I can’t have people accusing me of favoritism, can I?” 

You shake your head, frowning. He’s too close, his aftershave nearly overpowering. You need some space. 

“Scott, I —” Whatever you were about to say is cut off as both your phones suddenly buzz, and outside you hear the all too familiar wail of the tornado siren.

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How to Warm Up your Dragon ft Zhongli + fem!reader

cw/tags: ngl this is MOSTLY VERY FLUFFY but it has a veeeery spicy part ehehehehe, praise kink, biting, bit of rough sex, creampie, dirty talk. Reader is technically Fontainian but you can ignore that tbh

notes: Y'ALL THIS HAS BEEN ON MY WIPS SINCE BEFORE FONTAINE IT'S BEEN SOSOSOSOSO LONG I started writing at the start of winter here, now it's summer lmao but hey at least it's winter in the northern hemisphere so... enjoy the snow and dragon man!! Also also... no one guessed what the gift was but Rin was the closest!

Your mother always used to say the way to a man's heart was with food.

you wonder if that applied to archons... er, dragons? adepti?

In any case...

Zhongli has always been a... particular eater. A very refined palate. It's not that he was hard to please, to tell the truth. But he always seemed to have an extra comment, something to add or change to a dish to make it ‘a little more special’.

But you'd quickly find out he had a soft spot for broths and soups, bamboo shoot soup being his particular favorite. Even when it took a lot of hard work and time to prepare, the way he did so was worth it, simply spectacular.

That's why you could almost cry with joy when he happily praised one of your favorite dishes. A fantastic soup d'oignon passed down on your family. Nothing to add, no extras or corrections, he'd enjoy it to its fullest talking about the creamy texture and unique flavor of the cheese so different from those found in Liyue.

So, today you decided to prepare it. Nothing better to warm up on this chilly season, and besides you'd just received a shipment of ingredients from your family.

The rhythm of a knife on a cutting board fills the air, along with a delicious smell. You finish slicing the onions into thin strips and add them to the pot at the stove, humming lightly while stirring. You really hope nothing would keep your dear Zhongli too busy today, so he could be just in time to enjoy this while still fresh and warm.

You turn off the other burner as the beef stock had already warmed up, and start washing some dishes while keeping an eye on the food. It is… rather amusing just how domestic this all feels. Not too long ago you were adventuring over Teyvat, facing off all sorts of crazy dangers, exploring, and never stopping in one place and now… now this feels like home.

And that is without taking into account who your fiancé even is. The former Geo Archon. You shake your head with a light chuckle. It’s still so weird to think of such an imposing figure from legends to be so… him.

You dry your hands and start to pour the broth on the now-golden onions, stirring.

Zhongli is sweet, caring, attentive, wise, with just the right words at the right time. Admittedly a bit airheaded at times, funny when he wants to be. A refined gentleman through and through unlike anyone you’d ever met.

And he loves you.

And you’re engaged.

Warmth rises up to your cheeks along with a small smile as you lower the heat and start grating the cheese.

You heard sounds at the front door and then steps. Oh, early today. Zhongli walks up to you with a smile, greeting you with a kiss on the cheek, his hands resting at your waist as he leans in from over your shoulder. “Welcome home, Li.”

“Thank you” He replies in that deep suave voice. “That smells good my love, would you like some help finishing?”

You shake your head a little. “Please, there’s no need, you just got home. Go take a bath and unwind a little, I’ll finish here and we’ll eat.”

Zhongli looks as if he’s about to say something but simply nods. “Hmm, alright then.” He pulls you a little closer in his embrace, as if he’d missed your contact, your scent. Zhongli inhales deeply, tension seeping off of his body and he gives a soft kiss at your shoulder before almost regretfully pulling away. You chuckle a little and stir the pan.

How domestic and loving indeed.

…

Later when the food is ready and served, he returns to the small kitchen dressed in much more casual and comfier robes. Your eyes linger a little on the small expanse of exposed skin at his neck and chest and then stop at the way his long hair is tied up in a bun.

“Not washing your hair today?” You ask casually, taking your seat.

 “I… Perhaps I have gotten rather used you doing it. I simply didn’t feel like it.”

You can’t help the short laugh that escapes you, even as you try to cover it a little. “Is this your way of saying you wanted me to bathe with you?”

His golden eyes twinkle. “I would certainly enjoy indulging in that more often.”

Your cheeks flush and you avert your eyes.

He takes a spoonful of soup and hums, closing his eyes to appreciate the flavors. “The finest ingredients cooked with true expertise. Simply divine, my love, thank you.”

“Flatterer.” You say, a little embarrassed but he can see right thought it, your little grin, the little shift in your posture.

“I am simply stating the truth.” He replies and continues eating. You can see his shoulders relax and the small satisfied smile at the warm food, it makes you a little giddy as you start eating as well.

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bundling up during winter was obvious, right?

Putting on layers and layers of clothes. And true, perhaps Liyue didn't get as cold as other nations such as Fontaine, Mondstadt or of course Snezhnaya, but maybe it was exactly for that reason the temperature drop seemed to affect everyone all the more. Besides, the people would take any excuse to show off their fancy coats, scarves and other cold-climate outfits.

Zhongli naturally wore many layers, and he did mention once or twice he wasn't as affected by the cold. Yet, his business partner had gifted him a thick snezhnayan cloak.

The thing was entirely ridiculous, too bulky with a fluffy overtop, the colors dark and cool not matching Zhongli at all.

And yet he'd used it! (Only twice... but still)

You were not jealous, not at all.

You just wanted to... give him something he'd also enjoy and wear around, yes. Something personal, something he’d like and look at and remember you.

But what?

Ugh, it’s not like you were really well versed in sewing. Back at home you’d even had some machinery for that, but here in Liyue… you wracked your brain thinking what could you give him. He had quite a few elegant outfits, fitting him perfectly and enhancing all his attributes, all personally tailored by one of his late Yaksha so they held immense sentimental value as well… how could you compete with that?!

Right, right, it was not a competition. You sigh. Zhongli will probably be happy with anything you give him, but still…

An idea pops into your head and you can’t help but chuckle. Oh, it’s so silly… but maybe…

Simple enough, personal, something he’d use during the cold season only around you. Could work, you decided as you pick up your things to go visit the textile shop.

If nothing else, it could at least get a good chuckle out of Zhongli, right?

And so, for a few days you work on your little project. Turns out sewing was indeed a little harder than expected but you were trying your best. The kind lady who’d sold you some excellent wool had also given you some tips and they proved to be most useful indeed!

Regrettably you didn’t exactly have the right measurements so you more or less eyeballed them. Eh. It’ll be fine…

Zhongli almost came close to finding out too, though you were inconspicuous enough. You’re sure he suspects something.

“It will all be worth it, it will all be worth it…” You mumble to yourself with a frown as you finish trimming one of the stitches. Your fingers hurt.

…

“Li! I have something for you!” You exclaim happily, hands behind your back holding the wrapped-up item you had worked so hard on. An excited glow on your smile and bright eyes.

“Oh? Am I going to finally see what you’ve been guarding to secrecy this past week?” He replies coolly with a knowing smile, amusement dancing on his tone as he places his teacup down.

Nothing escapes him.

“Yes” You present him the gift, your hands then fidget nervously, having nothing else to do now. “I hope you like it! It’s… my first time doing something like this… i-it may not be that good, it’s kind of silly but-”

“Darling please do not fret, I would love anything you give me.”

Your shoulders relax.

Zhongli unwraps the paper and finds a rich dark brown fabric staring back at him, he picks the item and opens it, trying to gauge its shape, thick wool, a little rough around the edges but you did mention it was your first try and he is honored enough you’d make such effort for him.

However…

What is it exactly?

He turns the item around trying not to show too much confusion on his face as to insult you or make you feel bad, it looks like… a severely oversized legwarmer?

“It’s…” You start, feeling a little shy and silly once more. “…for your tail.”

Recognition shines in his eyes and he blinks at the item. 

“You- I know you like to let loose a little around the house and let your illuminated beast features show, I love you tail too but I know… the scales get cold easily a-and usually we just bundle up with a blanket but I thought-”

“I love it.”

You stop running your mouth as soon as he utters those words, Zhongli looks at you with a gentle calm and your heart could melt at the sincerity in his expression. “No one had ever made something like this for me.”

He stands and unfurls the item, then, in a flash of gold his dragon tail manifests, majestic as ever and swaying lazily, the tuft of fur at the end flickering with each move. He maneuvers a little to slip the ‘tailwarmer’ on and though it sags a little, much to your relief it at least fits nicely. There is a yellow diamond pattern near the base that you’d started working on but deemed too difficult for a first try. It was a cute little detail though, maybe next time.

“Warm and cozy.” He chuckles and you beam at him, before letting out a squeak as said dragon tail curls around you, pressing your forward against his chest.

“Thank you, my love.” He cups your face and kisses your forehead.

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The air is hot and heavy as soft moans and grunts fill the room.

Well, this was certainly a way to warm up… and get some good cardio.

You pant and squirm on the plush surface of a heavenly mattress as the familiar weight of the ex-archon descends upon you. His arms going from a golden orange hue to a deep charcoal, lines of gold thrumming across his skin, glowing softly in periodic pulses up strong muscular arms. Golden horns rise from soft brown hair curled at the tips, two on each side like a crown, while a powerful scaly tail wraps around your calf holding your leg up, spread.

This is Rex Lapis. Morax. Any other number of names he had. This is the Geo Archon.

“Zhongliii!” You whine, his hands caressing your body, claws teasing along your skin, pinching a nipple, fangs grazing your collarbone and a long serpentine tongue licking a hot stripe across your neck.

The head of his cock teases at your entrance, already rock hard and burning like a brand, your hips canting for more. For him to finally fill you, to feel his thick overwhelming girth stretch you, breed you… you want to be filled so full it overflows, so that it dribbles down your thighs and ass in thick, slick rivulets of his love.

“Patience my love.”

You whimper and jerk at that, about to cry out for him again when he rolls his hips and sinks in your warm hole. Your breath catches in your throat as your head throws back on the soft feather pillows.

He pushes into you inch by inch, carving a space for himself with a soft rumbling groan. His lips seek yours as his hands slide to your hips and press hard enough to bruise. His kiss devouring, all-consuming with need as he bottoms inside you, hips pressed flush.

Gods you feel so full, stretched and filled every inch and then some, and he doesn’t allow you a moment to pause and adjust either. A beast of a man in the best of ways, he withdraws halfway, only to slam forward in a fluid firm thrust.

“Mng-! Ah!”

“Mine. All mine. S-so warm and thigh- nghh…”

His pace starts slow, his voice alone enough to drive you crazy with how deep, carnal, animalistic it is against your neck. Sharp canines teasing the elegant column of your throat as he moves.

“Oh! so good… Li… f-faster… faster ple-ahhn!” Your voice pitches high as you babble, pleasure coiling on your gut.    

“As- you desire…” Strained words still sounding like the very embodiment of sex, his voice so sinfully deep, so erotic it washes over you like liquid silk, like molten gold, only heightening the sensations of his quickening pace. In and out, in and out, skin slapping on skin. “You’re… you’re so perfect for me-”

You take him so well, your legs spread wide, your back arched, your insides molded to his length, enveloping him in the most mind-blowing of heats. The bed creaking as Zhongli delivers another powerful thrust, hitting a sweet spot deep within you and making you elicit a sharp keening sob of a moan. Your hands scrambling from the sheets to seek purchase at his back, curled up under his arms to scratch viciously trying to hold onto something, anything as he drives into you thrust after thrust after thrust-    

“I’m- I’m gon-ahnn! Z-Zhongli… ooohh!”

Fuck you are close. So, so close…

He nips at the soft spot between your neck and shoulder. “Almost there… little one.” He huffs between strained grunts and you whimper at the pet name. Golden claws sink on the bedsheets, gripping thigh for leverage as he moves faster, frantic, hips like pistons he fucks into you like a wild animal, the bed rocking, shaking with each thrust. “C-close…”

You mewl and moan, unable to form coherent thoughts anymore but just feel the hot burning pleasure, his warm puffs of breath on your skin, your sweating bodies dampening the sheets and you desperately want to feel his warm seed inside you, filled to the brim with his creamy cum.

“Pleasepleaseplease i-in! In-s-ahh!” You come with a sharp cry, vision blurring, muscles clenching, your insides squeezing around him, milking him for all he’s worth.

It was enough, the tipping point for the dragon, his thrusts shallowing out until he ruts as deep as he can and shoots his load inside you with a guttural groan. Thick spurts pumping inside you before it pools out around his own cock, leaking from your body until there’s nothing left to give.  

Everything is hot… so hot… the air heavy and musky with the scent of sex…

…

Zhongli slumps softly atop your body after what feels like ana eternity, his cock still comfortably nestled within your slick walls, cushioned by fluttering muscles. You lay beneath him, sweaty and shivering, breathless, chest raising and falling rapidly in small gasps as you struggle to catch your breath but oh, how you took his away…

 Beautiful, truly… your half-lidded eyes glazed over, barely able to open admits your exhaustion, but still able to whimper soft little moans as he trails fluttering reverent kisses along your neck and collarbone. Soft, chaste, loving and tender touches.

“Ahhn… mmm…” He chuckles softly at the endearing sounds you make as he eases out of you, the subtle friction enough to sent fire to your nerves, followed by a strange emptiness that mellows down to buzzing contentment.

He lies to the side and pulls you close towards his chest, his tail finally letting your now sore leg rest, uncoiling from it to curl around you both, you settle there with a sigh, eyes sliding shut. “So good for me.” Zhongli gently brushes some hair away from your face and places a kiss at the crown of your head, resting his chin there. “Rest now, dear.”

“Mn.”

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You smile as Zhongli places the two steaming teacups on the table before scooting over and welcoming him with the blanket surrounding you. He settles on the couch with you cuddling close and passing the book on your hands to him. Your fingers brush and he sets the book on his lap before taking your hands on his, cradling them close to his face before blowing a warm breath on them. You blush and let out a little airy laugh.

“What is this? Dragon breath to keep me warm?”

He hums against your skin, piercing golden eyes staring up at you. “No, just my love for you.” He kisses your knuckles and fingers.

“You…” You mumble, averting your gaze.

He chuckles and kisses your wrist then before leaning in close and kissing your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, anywhere he can reach.

“Ngah, wait you affectionate big lizard!” You squirm and he laughs fully now.

“Just seeking my adorable fiancée’s warmth” He nuzzles onto your neck, kissing there too and making you yelp. “Gorgeous.”

“A-Am not!”

“So precious when you get all shy and flustered.” He gets your jaw this time when you move, so close to your lips.

“Stop! You menace…” You pout and this time you cup his face, staring for a moment at his handsome features, your thumb brushing close to one of the red markings under his eyes.

This man. This dragon. This god.

Oh, how you love him. He warms up your heart.

“Here, I’ll warm you up proper…” You whisper softly, pulling him close and tilting your head to slot your lips together.

Just as you warm up his.

[sixosix]

can i go where you go? | kaedehara kazuha

warnings 2.2k words, lots of kissing… like srsly, pure fluff, kazuha is a cutie, not a slick cutie though, friends to lovers!!

or, three times Kazuha keeps kissing you on ‘accident’.

The first time Kazuha kissed you, it was on Beidou’s ship.

You're only partially awake, your eyelids heavy, and you move with a slow, languid pace as Kazuha escorts you towards The Alcor. The wind hums as it caresses the sails, accompanied by the lively shouts and cheers of the crew on board.

“So early,” you mutter, sighing. “Too early. Sun isn’t even out yet.”

“It will be, soon,” Kazuha says, smiling at you in the same way that he always does. Tender, as comforting as the ocean pooling on your feet as you walk by the shore. “You mentioned you wanted to meet the Captain, didn’t you? Tilt your head a little.” Although he says it, his finger comes to your chin and gently directs your gaze himself.

He’s gesturing to the woman standing at the quarterdeck, her hands resting on her hips and her shoulders remarkably broad. She turns as if hearing Kazuha’s soft voice amidst the boisterous chatter. Your jaw goes slack in awe, excitement washing away the last traces of fatigue tugging your bones as everything you’ve heard about Captain Beidou from Kazuha comes rushing back.

Kazuha steadies you with a hand on the small of your back as your knees falter when climbing the ship.

“Captain Beidou!” You bow deeply, lowering your head to your waist, arms outstretched to offer her the sake and the sakura mochi you made the night before—which cost you sleep, but it is worth more than anything when you get to gift the woman who took care of your best friend when you couldn’t. “Thank you so much for letting me tag along. Please take this.”

Kazuha and Beidou glance at each other in surprise.

Kazuha starts, “You didn’t have—”

“No,” you say, firm. “This is the least I can do. Don’t try, Kazuha.”

Kazuha’s expression eases to a smile. “Alright.”

“I like this one, Kazuha,” Beidou says, ruffling your hair, and leaving stray strands on your head. She grins at you, all wide and wild. “Where’s he been hiding ya, huh, kid?”

“Somewhere in Inazuma.”

She laughs; it sounds like the roaring waves of the ocean. “Thank you. I’ll share it with my crew.” She turns, looking at you over her shoulder. You feel the hair on your arms rise to attention. “Let me know if you need anything, but Kazuha probably will see to it faster than any of us could.”

You’re not exactly sure what she means, though you can pick up on the knowing smirk she throws at your best friend.

“Men, to your posts!” she orders. Kazuha takes it as a cue to take your hand and lead you somewhere far more secluded.

No one’s watching; at least, not to your knowledge. The crew knows well enough they have their own business to attend to, and that no one should be interrupting Kaedehara Kazuha when catching up with his best friend since childhood, you.

Kazuha is a wanderer first and foremost. He does not like to be tied down to one place—he’d itch and wander off if you try to keep him at bay. However, there is one exception; one that has him visiting his homeland whenever he can, even when he is dangerously most sought after. When the wind subsides to a gentle whisper in his ears, the waves are gentle when splashing against the ship, and the crew is fast asleep, Kazuha finds himself stealing glances in the general direction of Inazuma. He knows you’re likely sleeping soundly there, expecting him.

This is what gets him to bring home whatever he may find along the way just to give them to you. If anyone asks, Kazuha would reply with a vague: “For someone special to me, in my land of birth.” Anyone would have guessed that, though, given the assortment of flowers Kazuha never fails to bring home.

You find yourself swaying back and forth along with the ship, your mouth running miles per minute as you talk to him on and on about how you’ve never been to Liyue before and your hands are shaking from excitement—or perhaps nerves, and how is Kazuha looking so calm and why is he smiling at you weirdly?

Kazuha has that fond look in the crinkle of his eyes. “Are you certain you’re not feeling sick? Lightheaded?”

Although the heavy rocking of the ship is unlike anything you’ve experienced before, you only feel the anticipation. Thrill. You’ve seen glimpses of Liyue from the letters Kazuha sends; you’re positive nothing can compare to the real deal, and that is what has you giddy, kicking your legs against the wood.

The early morning air crept beneath your clothes and left a trail of goosebumps in their wake. You shudder; Kazuha leans against you, the warmth of his body relaxing you immediately.

The world falls completely silent as you gaze at him.

“Kazuha,” you breathe out, eyes round with wonder, “thank you for taking me with you.” Kazuha goes still as you brush a stray of hair away from your face a little shyly. “It probably doesn’t mean much because you’re always traveling, and it’s probably such a hassle to be my tour guide, but I’m—mmph.”

The rest of your words are swallowed by Kazuha’s lips, and you, undoubtedly silenced by the press of his soft lips against yours. You have your eyes wide open, frozen as you watch the sunrise from the horizon over Kazuha’s shoulder, casting him an unreal golden glow.

Kazuha quickly pulls back and looks as startled as you feel. The kiss was about half a second, and it took nearly a minute for the both of you to process what had just happened.

He frowns, though it doesn’t feel directed at you. “Sorry,” he says slowly, as though he’s just been brought back up from underwater. “That was—”

“It’s fine,” you blurt, hoping the sunrise would disguise your stunned expression. “The ship—uh, it’s swaying pretty hard. You probably lost balance or something.” However, speaking it aloud sounds wrong. Kazuha just doesn’t lose balance: he’s the most seasoned samurai you’ve met in your life.

Then again, that would leave an empty room of explanation, one of which you’d rather not set foot in.

“Yes.” The sunrise has Kazuha looking a little pink. Or should it be orange? “Allow me to fetch us a bottle of water. You might get seasick.”

“Sure,” you murmur, though it’s lost to the howl of the wind as Kazuha swiftly jumps down, his Vision glowing on his back. The sensation in your stomach doesn’t seem like seasickness.

He doesn’t talk about it, so you don’t bring it up.

The second time happens in public.

The moment you set foot in Liyue Harbor, Kazuha realizes he must reach for your wrist to prevent you from straying and getting lost. You dart from one corner to the next, exploring every stall, even stray dogs and running children.

“Liyue feels so…warm.”

It could be the orange glow of their lights, painting over the region with an unbeatable shade and atmosphere, perfectly replicating what it would be like sitting across a fireplace. Or it could be Kazuha’s hand intertwined with yours.

“Hearing that relieves me,” Kazuha admits, pulling you to the side as two men pushing crates on wheels rush past. “You are often unpredictable in what you like and dislike.”

You laugh, “Were you worried that you overhyped it? You tend to be descriptive with what you write back to me—what was it? The flavorful aroma coming from street vendors, the squeals of youth whistling past, the seagulls, and the waves of the ocean audible even amidst the bustling crowds… I can see it.”

“You remember all of that?” Kazuha looks adorable when bashful.

The sun is already at its highest peak. Sweat has started to form around your hairline; Kazuha had to buy you popsicles, which you got from the Wanmin Restaurant. The popsicle is entirely blue, nearly translucent, and tastes like eating just ice, but it effectively cools you down. Kazuha doesn’t appear bothered by the heat in the slightest, going as far as to insist on carrying all the souvenirs you’ve been purchasing.

He has only one arm full, though. The other is free and linked with yours.

“You didn’t tell me one important thing, though,” you say.

Kazuha blinks once, then furrows his brows. “What is it?” He looks sincerely worried.

“You didn’t tell me you’re famous,” you tease, nudging a red-faced Kazuha with your elbow. “Oh, it’s Kaedehara, you’re back! And here I thought you were like a celebrity in Inazuma. You might just be well-loved everywhere.” Well, who could blame them? You’re no better than the people of Teyvat.

He shakes his head. “Far from it,” he insists, ever the modest guy. “I just happen to be caught up with The Crux.”

“Those ladies seem to disagree. They were trying to impress you, you know.”

Kazuha shifts uncomfortably, his face a funny shade of pink. “I did not pay close enough attention. I apologize.”

A laugh escapes you, in disbelief. “Why are you apologizing to me?”

“I did not realize you were the jealous type.”

You gawk at his words, spinning around to see that a hint of something smug playing on his lips. “That’s not—You… shut up. I’m not.”

Kazuha opens his mouth to say something stupid to fluster you probably, but you’re quicker. You retrieve a container wrapped in plastic, its surface moist from the steam within. Kazuha falls silent, his watchful gaze fixed on you as you unwrap it, his nose undoubtedly detecting a familiar and enticing aroma.

“This is…” Kazuha picks one stick up and observes it. “Mondstadt Grilled Fish.”

“Yes,” you say, grinning proudly. “One of your favorites. You sent me the recipe last year, remember? Kept practicing it for this moment.”

But Kazuha’s heavy gaze is not on the food, but on you, an unreadable emotion clouding his eyes. The tension disappears when he smiles and takes a bite. You watch him enjoy his food in peace, belatedly deciding to do the same. You know you did good but Kazuha didn’t have to look like he’s in bliss, eyes closed and everything.

“Thank you,” he says. “You keep surprising me. This was meant to be a day for you.”

“You here with me is enough to make all my days,” you say, mouth full of fish grilled to perfection. Embarrassingly enough, there are crumbs that spew out. You take another big bite, crumbs of it sticking to the sides of your mouth.

You must look a little stupid, tucked in some corner of Liyue, standing next to Kazuha and eating grilled fish silently.

Your field of vision is abruptly engulfed by Kazuha's face. You have barely time to react, your body falling still as your attention is swallowed by the red of his eyes, which are focused on your mouth. You feel warmth press against the side of your mouth, your heart leaping to your throat at the sensation.

“Sorry,” he says, not looking at all sorry. “You had crumbs on your face.” Which does not explain why he has to kiss it off, but it was at this moment that you understand. Kazuha doesn’t lose balance and doesn’t do anything by mistake.

The dam crumbles.

The third happens when the night is creeping in on your first day, in some inn you didn’t bother looking at, too caught up in the way Kazuha is grinning at you in his own Kazuha-way: all soft and sweet.

“I can’t… believe—how long?”

“I’m afraid I can’t answer that,” he murmurs, closing the door behind you. “It wasn’t a grand revelation that happened one night. It just felt as if it was the only explanation.” His eyes flicker to you, keeping your faces close enough to where your noses are touching. He’s waiting for an answer.

“I had a crush on you the moment we met,” you confess, face hot. “And then it never went away, even when you had to leave. Distance makes the heart grow fonder or whatever.”

Kazuha’s smile tips on something a little more sly. “I apologize for keeping you waiting, then.”

Years and years of longing for Kazuha, rereading each and every one of his letters, and cherishing every second of when he comes to visit—all of it’s more than worth it if it led you here, in a secluded room, sharing hushed whispers with the boy you’ve wanted all your life.

“So… what are we—”

You’re rudely interrupted by Kazuha pecking your lips.

You frown. “Hey, wait, I’m—mmph—trying to—Kazuha!”

“I’m sorry,” he says, but he tugs you to his chest as you wrap your arms around his neck. “Sorry,” he murmurs again, but he’s leaving a trail of kisses along your jaw, smiling against your skin as you shiver.

“It’s okay,” you whisper in the quiet of the night, in the steady silence occasionally broken by the beating of your hearts. “It was an accident.”

“Mm,” he hums, nodding. “An accident.”

You stare at each other for a pregnant pause.

“This one isn’t, though,” Kazuha says and dives in for a kiss that leaves you breathless, years and years of buried feelings pouring over.

this was supposed to be for kazuha’s bday but i couldn't finish it in time :(!!! belated happy birthday to the greenest flag ever <3

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

A Touch of Sweetness 6

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of crime, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: mob!Loki Laufeyson

Sister series to mob!Thor

Summary: you make a new friend, but that’s not all. (short reader)

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

You lean forward to keep an eye on the moon. It glows brighter as the sky deepens around it. You always liked watching the sky. Your favourite mornings are when the full moon appears against that baby blue canvas. 

You sit back, keeping the container of tarts steady on your lap, and instead focus on the streets. You don’t often go through these neighbourhoods. Truly, there isn’t much you do on your own. You were only ever your sister’s tag-along. 

“You know, it isn’t often I drive anyone to my brother’s estate and see them leave so pleased,” Loki muses. 

You glance at him, untangling his words. “Oh? But it’s a very nice house.” 

“The house is pleasant, but not all within can be,” he replies. As always, his words are aligned to mystify you. 

“I don’t think you’re unpleasant,” you argue. 

“I didn’t mean...” he begins then shrugs. “Hm, I suppose that is a compliment.” 

“Sorry, I guess I misunderstood,” you say. 

“Suppose you did,” he agrees. 

“Thor must be a good brother. He seems so happy. And you two get along.” 

“Do we?” He wonders. 

“Uh, oh,” you chew your lip. “Or I wouldn’t know. We only just met. It’s only that he brought you to the berry farm and--” 

“And he sends me to drive around his plaything’s plaything,” he scoffs. “Yes, I am a useful asset, as everyone else in my brother’s wife. A word of advice, if you might hear it; when you assume the best in people, you set yourself up for the worst.” 

You bat your lashes in his direction and frown. His profile is naturally pensive; his nose elegant and his cheekbones sharp. You shift uncomfortably. 

“That’s a sad way to look at the world,” you comment. 

“It is pragmatic,” he insists as he curls his thumb under the wheel to turn on your street. “If you can apply a bit of that, your idealism might have some value.” 

You put your chin down. It’s not really an insult but it feels like one. And it isn’t something you haven’t heard before. Jada always says you have stupid ideas. 

You’re quiet as he draws up in front of your house. You undo the seat belt as you balance the container and you grab your bag from between your feet. As you open the door, he clears his throat. 

“I do not think you are unpleasant either,” he sniffs.  

“What?” You pause and look back at him as you’re half-turned out of the car. 

He sighs, “here, you are going to drop something.” 

He gets out and struts around the car. He comes around your side and takes the container from your hands. He stands back with his hand on the door. 

“Thanks,” you stand and step out of the way. He closes the door and you reach for the tarts. 

“I shall walk you to the door. To prevent any mishap,” he says. 

“Okay,” you agree. 

You walk together to the porch and he lets you lead him up. You stop at the door and search in your bag for your keys. It’s a lofty mission as everything is just tossed in together. 

“Before, you said I wasn’t unpleasant and I only wanted to know that I would say the same of you, that is all,” he explains as your keys jingle over the top of your bag. 

“Oh, yeah, thank you,” you beam up at him. “See, I was right.” 

His eyes dart away and he turns his head to the street. You unlock the door and hook your bag on your shoulder. You put your hands out and he gives you the container. You hug it and pop the lid off. 

“Try one,” you insist. 

“I said I would later,” he slithers. 

“Please? The good part about baking is getting to share,” you say. 

He exhales and looks at you. He reaches to pluck a tart out. He examines it and takes a small, tidy bite. He chews and swallows, his cheeks pinching. He’s silent and you’re nervous. 

“Delicious,” he allows and lowers his hand, “I will finish it in the car. I’d be out of your way sooner than later. Have a good night.” 

You smile. It’s a small victory. “You too, Loki.” 

He hesitates then turns away. You watch him go and he brings his hand up to take another bite as you stare at his back. You spin and push through the door. You set down the container and take your shoes off. 

Jada appears at the end of the hall as she emerges from the basement. You grab the tarts, ready to retreat to your room. She calls your name. You ignore her but she follows, grunting and out of breath. 

“Wait, I have your clothes,” she says. 

You stop and face her. “My... clothes?” 

You look at the basket in her hands then at her. Her eyes are swollen from crying and her hair is a mess. You gasp. 

“Jada? Are you okay?” 

“I’m sorry, okay? I'm about what I did.” She blusters out. 

“Oh...” 

“And I cleaned out your dresser and I did my best to get the stains out,” she babbles out. 

“What-- why?” You grimace. 

“Because it was wrong. It was mean,” she sniffles and her eyes flit around. 

“Oh?” 

“And I bought you some new berries,” her voice is wispy and nervous. “So, we’re even and you’re not mad at me anymore, right?” 

You shrug, “I guess so.”  

You open your bedroom door and let her in. Your dresser is as clean as promised, you even think she vacuumed. She puts your clothes on your bed and hurries back. 

“Oh, did you want me to put them away?” She asks. 

“Er, that’s fine,” her behaviour is making you nervous. You remember what Loki said in the car about assuming things and you know your sister; she isn’t nice without reason. “What do you want?” 

“Huh? Nothing,” she stands by the door, shifting her weight as she hugs herself. “I just... felt bad.” 

You doubt that. Even you have enough cynicism for that. You know she won’t tell the truth though. She never does. 

“Well, if you want a berry tart,” you gesture to the container. “They’re pretty good.” 

She brings her hand to her throat and shakes her head. “No thanks,” she backs out, her voice scraping hoarsely. “Um, good night.” 

She turns and pulls the door shut as she leaves. You sit on the bed and wiggle your feet. There’s something strange going on. You better take Loki’s advice and stay alert. She’s up to something. 

[lixie-phoria]

comforting bf!hyunjin

requested : yes | genre : angst with a happy ending | word count : 0.6k

Can I request y/n talking Hyunjin down from a breakdown and being there for him when he feels kinda numb after and helping him brush his hair, eat, and just being there for him through a hard time

an: this is my first time writing smth like this and I'm not sure how much I like how it's turned out :')

"Hyunjin. Let me in, please"

How long had it been? Half an hour? An hour? You weren't sure as you leaned your forehead against the door, cursing the locked barrier.

"Leave me alone."

His voice was raw, punctuated only by the soft sound of his stifled sobs.

"Jinnie, please. I want to help. Tell me what's wrong."

You were met with silence.

Hyunjin's practice had run late that night.

He'd been down for the past few days, so you stayed up to make sure he wouldn't return home to a cold, dark hall. But you hadn't expected him to storm in at 2 a.m, hair a mess and tear stains running down his cheeks. He didn't even give you a chance to speak. The first thing he'd done was lock himself into your shared bedroom, trying to muffle his sobs, but they seeped into the silence of the hall anyways.

"Babe, what's wrong? Did I do something?"

"No."

"Then let me in, please."

His reply was a strangled sob. "I don't want you seeing me like this. I'm a mess"

"I don't care how you look, hyunjin. I want to make sure you're alright."

It's a while before you hear the lock click, and you're on your feet immediately, pushing the door open to find your boyfriend seated at the foot of your bed, head in his hands and body shaking from sobs.

the sight broke your heart.

You're by his side in an instant, wrapping your arms around him as he hides his face in the crook of your neck, a fresh wave of sobs escaping him.

"What's wrong, hyune?"

"Do you love me?"

His question hung in the air, delicate and heart-wrenching.

"Of course I do. I love you. So much."

"But why?"

You rested your temple against his, sorrow digging a dagger into your heart. You hated seeing him like this.

"Where is all of this coming from?"

His hold around you tightens, but he doesn't answer.

"Is it the haters?"

You knew you had guessed correctly when he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to keep the tears at bay.

"I don't want to talk about it right now."

"that's not healthy. you know that. let me help you, please."

"not today."

you sighed. you don't want to push it. he'll come around eventually, he always does.

"how about in the morning?"

he nods silently as you finally turn your body to face his, gently taking his face in your hands.

"you know i love you, right? i love you no matter what. always."

he leans into your touch, eyes closing. "thank you."

"And you are not the opinion of someone who doesn't know you."

Though he couldn't see it, a soft smile plays at your lips as you press a kiss to his furrowed brow.

"do you want to eat something?"

"it's 3 in the morning."

"screw that."

that earns a small chuckle from him as he meets your gaze, warm brown orbs staring into yours.

"thank you," he repeats.

"you don't have to thank me, hyune."

you help him up from the floor, standing on your toes to tuck the lose strands that had escaped from his hair tie.

"i didn't think you'd stay with me after seeing me like this."

"i'll stay with you no matter what."

As the night slowly yielded to the first hints of dawn, you found yourselves nestled together on the bed. Hyunjin's breathing had steadied, and his weary eyes met yours with a newfound warmth.

"We're in this together, always," you whisper, lacing his fingers with yours as he leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a tender kiss.

At that moment, a meteorite could've come crashing down upon the earth, but what mattered was that you were in his arms. safe.

tags : @foxinnie8 @hamburgers101 @starlostlaiba @laylasbunbunny (send an ask to be added/removed)

©lixie-phoria, 2023

[merrybloomwrites]

When The Wolves Come Out (Chapter 5)

Story Summary: When Y/N gets hired to play drums for One Direction, the last thing she expects is to find herself as part of their pack. Especially since it seems that they don’t want her there. Only time will tell if they’ll accept her, or if the omega will have to deal with rejection from the others.

Chapter Summary: Things begin to shift between Y/N and her band mates, and she isn’t sure how to feel about the change.

Previous Chapters: one, two, three, four

Word Count: 1.7K

Tags/CW: omega verse, omega reader, alpha Harry, alpha Zayn, alpha Louis, beta Niall, beta Liam, poly, panic attack

AN: Thank you to everyone who reaches out about how they’re enjoying this series and what they want to see included. I love your ideas and though I do have an outline of how this will go, your feedback in definitely helping my shape the story!

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When you wake up the next morning you lay in bed for a while. The bus isn’t moving so you’ve likely already made it to the venue for tonight. You hear movement and voices from the kitchen so at least a couple of the boys are already awake. You have no desire to see any of them right now, but your rumbling stomach has other plans.

Slowly you drag yourself out of bed and head to the kitchen.

“Good morning,” Harry says with a smile.

“Morning,” you reply, curt but polite.

“Coffee or tea this morning?” Zayn asks.

This throws you off. Sure they’ve always been nice enough, but never have they offered to make you anything, even if they’re already making it for themselves.

“Tea, please,” you manage to squeak out. Still keeping an eye on the others, you sit on the bench. The three of you sit in awkward silence until the kettle boils, and Zayn pours three mugs of tea before placing them on the table. He adds a little bit of milk and sugar to one of the mugs and slides it over to you.

Cautiously, you take a small sip. You’re pretty particular about how you take your tea, and you’re shocked when it tastes just right.

“How did you know what to put in mine?” You ask.

Zayn looks confused for a moment and then replies, “I’m honestly not sure. Guess I’ve seen you make it and just remembered. Is it okay?”

“It’s perfect,” you answer, and Zayn smiles shyly, releasing pleased pheromones.

“Morning everyone!” Liam says as he cheerfully enters the room. “I feel like some real breakfast. Who’s hungry? Y/N, breakfast?”

You’re once again thrown off by being included so clearly, but you accept this offer. Just as Liam starts plating food, Niall and Louis join.

If Liam, Harry and Zayn’s attitudes towards you have changed overnight, so have Louis and Niall’s. But they seem to have gone the opposite way. There’s an air of guilt, and it seems the first three are trying to be nice to make up for the way they treated you, while the other two are distancing themselves even more.

All of this is confusing, both to you, and to your inner omega. All throughout breakfast you’re watching the boys, trying to figure out their next moves, and wondering if what happened last night really was a wake up call of some kind for them.

“I’ll get that for you,” Harry says when you’re finished, and he picks up your dishes and takes care of them.

“Thanks,” you say. “And thanks for the tea and breakfast. It was nice.”

Before anyone can say anything else, you get up and go back to your bunk. Your mind is swirling with what just happened. Sure, all you’ve wanted for months is them paying attention to you. You wanted to be included.

Instead you got rejected. Pushed aside like you didn’t matter. And it hurt. As much as you tried to hide it, or play off that you were fine, you were hurting. It made you sad to be so ostracized, and they caused your omega literal pain.

One meal with half of them being extra nice won’t fix this.

“Y/N,” you hear Liam say. Poking your head out you find him and Zayn standing in the aisle between bunks, and he says, “We were going to head out and hang in the park across the street for a bit. Wanna join?”

“No thanks. I could use a shower. Think I’ll head into the stadium early, probably better than the bus.” An honest and convenient excuse.

“Alright, see you later,” Zayn says and the two of them turn to leave. Once you’re sure they’re gone you grab your things and make your way into tonight’s venue. A staff member gives you directions and you head to the rooms set for the band to get ready.

Stadium showers aren’t ideal, but as expected, it’s better than showering on the bus. You spend the rest of the day before the concert with the backing band, and since there are multiple shows here you’re given a hotel room. It’s nice to have some distance from the boys for a couple of days.

This is how it goes for the next couple of weeks. You stay away from the boys as much as you can, but when you’re forced together on the bus, Harry, Zayn, and Liam do everything they can to try and include you. Niall and Louis remain distant.

You fear that it could cause a rift to form between them. On the drive from St. Louis to Chicago you overhear Harry ask, “Why are you still fighting this so hard?”

There’s silence for a moment, but then you hear Louis reply, “Honestly, I’m not even sure anymore. Maybe it’s a control thing. Like we didn’t get to choose her. They just chose for us.”

“But we can choose. Liam and Zayn and I, we all chose her.”

“But Simon sent her here. This is his plan.”

“And? Yea, it always sucks when he gets his way. But Y/N is a wonderful person. And you shouldn’t rule her out just to spite Simon,” Harry states.

It’s quiet for another minute, before Louis says, “I didn’t think of it that way. Didn’t realize that’s what I was doing. But I think you’re right. I’m fighting so hard so that Simon can’t win.”

“And hurting Y/N in the process.”

“I’ve been a terrible Alpha,” Louis says quietly, his voice full of regret.

“We’ve all been pretty terrible pack mates,” Harry adds.

“I promise to do better,” Louis says.

“What about Niall? He’s still pretty opposed,” Harry asks.

“I think Niall is following my lead. And he’s nervous that he’ll be pushed aside if he have a pack omega.”

“So we have to reassure him that won’t happen.”

“I’ll talk to him next time I get a chance,” Louis says.

There’s movement that sounds like them getting up, and you duck back into your bed so you don’t get caught eavesdropping. Once again your mind begins to swim with these revelations.

You understand Louis’ perspective, and you feel for him. It’s no secret that these boys have been controlled over the years, and it’s natural that they’d fight back to try and regain some of that control. But did you have to get caught in the crossfires?

And then you think about Niall. And you get his perspective as well. Probably more than Louis’. Because if another omega had joined the Jonas pack and taken some of the attention that had been yours for years, you’d have been upset too.

You mull things over a bit longer and decide that if they can make an effort to do better, you can try to forgive them.

So when they ask you to join them for a breakfast out the next morning, you reply yes without hesitation. Everyone’s being nice, though Niall is still keeping his distance and Louis is giving off uncomfortable vibes. You can tell that he’s thinking about his conversation with Harry and he’s trying to figure out how to act around you now.

Overall it’s a nice breakfast, and you finally start to feel like you fit in with the rest of them. A perfect show that night has you feeling on a high, and getting to sleep in a real bed at a hotel rounds out this great day.

The next morning you decide to head out into Chicago. There’s no show that night so your day is wide open. You’ve been to Chicago before so you’re not worried about going out alone.

What you didn’t account for is your recent rise in fame. When you toured with the Jonas Brothers you would get recognized. But people would just say hi, maybe ask for a photo, tell you how much they love the band.

You figured it would be the same now. But you’d underestimated the One Direction fan base. As you take your walk you notice some heads turn. Soon enough people are calling your name and saying hi, just like you’re used to.

But then the number of fans steadily grows, and before you know it you’re surrounded by people calling out, trying to get selfies, asking where the boys are, and getting way too close for comfort. You’re surrounded, and while you keep control of your expression, internally you’re struggling.

You begin to panic, and as you pick up on some strange alpha scents, your omega freaks out as well. Black spots swim in your vision and your heart begins to race. More and more voices add to the din, and you work on autopilot, saying you have a meeting you have to get to and gently pushing your way out of the crowd.

Quickly you make your way back to the hotel, and even though you’re away from everyone, you can’t shake the intense feelings that have settled in. You make it back to your floor of the hotel, and as you fight with your room key another door opens, causing you to jump.

“You alright?” Niall asks.

Despite your best efforts to tell him you’re okay, no sound comes out. You wonder why he’s swaying until you realize it’s you who’s unsteady.

“I need some help!” Niall calls when he realizes how serious this is.

“What’s wrong?” Liam asks as he rushes into the hall.

“I don’t know, I just found her like this. Is she dropping?”

“Shit, I think you’re right,” Liam says.

“Then doesn’t she need an alpha?”

“Yea, but Harry and Zayn are out,” Liam informs him.

Another door opens, and you look up to see Louis walking towards you, his gaze serious and intense. Without a word they betas move out of his way, and the alpha scoops you up bridal style. “You’re okay,” he says. “You’re safe here.”

And your world goes black.

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AN: Thank you for reading! I’d love to hear your feedback, and lmk anything you’d like to see in this story!

[irisintheafterglow]

(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)🌷✨🩷🍪 Greetings Author-nim

Can I please request (⁠^⁠_⁠^⁠メ⁠)

(OPLA Zoro x You) Where Reader is an Assassin or Ninja and is a Pirate hunter, When Zoro used to be one too, they would always compete who gets the target first. Sometimes Zoro wins, sometimes reader.

So, imagine Reader's reaction when they saw Zoro with the crew.

And also, Luffy, somehow by some miracle with his own style of talk-no-jutsu managed to convince reader to join them(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

(⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥. Hope u have a great day and it's okay if u don't want to do this. I'll understand.

baby, let the games begin

wc: 2k (surprise, shawty)

cw/tags: gn!reader, swearing, canon-typical violence, mentions of drinking and alcohol, pining pining pining pining PINING

note: hi love, thank you so much for your request!! i hope you like this because i certainly love writing for this stupid himbo man

likes, reblogs, and replies are always appreciated <3

Honor be damned, you really wanted to kill him. 

“Dirty play, demon,” you huff irritatedly, scowling at the asshole who skewered your target before you could. In a single clean slash, the head is relieved of its body and unceremoniously kicked into a bag. “We both know that one was mine.”

“Better luck next time.” Asshole. Stupid, selfish, infuriatingly attractive asshole. A million different ways you could end his life flashed through your mind and, with his back turned to you, became more of a possibility the longer you sat in your disappointment. The dock creaks beneath his receding footsteps and you spit a curse under your breath. The head now bouncing around in the pirate hunter’s hand would have had you living comfortably for months, not to mention buying some shelter for the stray dogs wandering your home island. Monsoon season was coming and you didn’t have nearly enough space to keep all of them dry. Finding food that wasn’t old bread and horse balls was hard in itself and shelter was just another task added to the to-do list. “You’re not gonna try and take it from me?” 

“Why would I? You killed him; you get the bounty,” you reply scornfully, praying that whoever came up with the idea of hunter’s honor is torn to shreds by an octopus. “Guess it is your turn,” you concede reluctantly and take note of the blood dripping from the dirty fabric sack as he reapproaches. You’d have to clean your shoes when you were done. “I did take that guy from you in Flamingo Village, last week.” 

“The one with the big, ugly hat,” he confirms and you don’t budge when he stands right in front of you. He had pretty eyes, you’d give him that. Too bad you wanted to slam your fist into his nose. “I was mad about that one.”

“Well, you got this one. Aren’t you gonna cash ‘em in?”

“I will. I’m just curious,” he says and his expression is unreadable. It bordered on amusement and suspicion with a little bit of awe. “You could have killed me a million times since I killed the target.” Already thought that, buddy. “Why didn’t you?”

“Like I said, hunter’s honor–”

“No,” he shakes his head decidedly and you narrow your eyes. “You’ve been following this guy for four days, watching other hunters fail to bring him in. My question is, why do you need this bounty so badly, and why aren’t you willing to kill me over it?”

“Technically, that’s two questions,” you deadpan and your heart does an unwanted little stutter when he scoffs, the tiniest smile pulling at his mouth. “If you really wanna know why I need it, it’s ‘cause I need to take care of some friends back home.” It wasn’t a complete lie, but you also didn’t need the most feared hunter in the seas knowing that you needed the money to buy squeaky toys and dog beds. 

“Those friends aren’t worth killing for?”

“It’s sounding like you want me to kill you,” you fire back incredulously. “Do I need to worry about you, Zoro?” 

“Look, all I’m saying is, all other hunters would be leaping at my throat as soon as I take their kill. I just don’t understand why you won’t, especially if it’s worth four days of stalking.” 

“Maybe I like playing this little game,” you admit. It’s no secret to you that your job becomes incredibly boring at times. All the other hunters you come across take their jobs too seriously and believe that they’re purging the seas of evil. You, however, knew that the real evil was pacing around ivory towers and putting up the wanted posters. When you first met Zoro, it seemed like he didn’t take his job seriously at all. He killed like it was breathing and remained unamused at the melodramatic theatrics of flashier hunters. You ran into each other often because, besides being the only ones who survive their hunts, you were the top-earning hunters of your generation and ended up following the same pace every time. “I take a bounty; you take a bounty. I try to beat the pirate hunter at his own game; he throws a fit when I’m faster than him.”

“But, today I was faster than you,” he corrects and you stick your tongue out at him in defiance. “Who’s throwing a fit now?”

“Get out of my sight, demon,” you frown but you can’t hold it for long. It becomes a tired, melancholy smile and you start to make your way back to the town to book passage home. “Hope you enjoy all that Berry.” 

“Let me buy you a drink with it before you go,” he calls after you and you freeze where you stand. “Consolation for kicking your ass this time around.” You shoot him a scathing look over your shoulder and take the bait. 

“I did all the dirty work for you, asshole, so it better be three drinks at the least.” He chuckles softly under his breath and you roll your eyes, letting him catch up to you before heading to the nearest bar together. “I hate you so much.” 

“No, you don’t.”

As time passed and you ran into him more during your hunts, that hatred turned into something different, an annoying feeling of excitement every time you heard a sword unsheathed or spotted someone with green hair. You found yourself checking your watch when you were ahead of him, counting down the hours until he caught up. You knew the sound of his footsteps and the rhythm of his breathing and memorized how the sun hit his eyes down to the iris. Sometimes, you’d work with him directly and split the bounty evenly once it was completed. During conversations to kill time, though he never admitted it, he liked being around you as often as he was. Eventually, you told him about your furry friends back on the island and started marking the places you’d been with a hasty drawing of a dog. It became part of your routine and the time that it took for him to catch up to you decreased exponentially as a result. You’re easier to follow, is what he said. On a particular mission where you were unusually behind, you were delighted to find his gross attempt at mimicking the mark scratched into the wooden bar counter. 

You lose touch with him after a year or so of working together and you don’t expect it to hurt as much as it did. Word floated around that he was captured by Marines and posted up in Shells Town, but the same mouths reported that he escaped with pirates the following day. None of it sounded like him and it reminded you that you really didn’t know him at all. Still, you marked that silly dog into every barstool and backdoor you came across as you fell back into the same boring routines. 

Taking a rest day at a floating restaurant called Baratie, you think you’ve found the perfect spot to scratch into the counter when you realize that someone has already done it for you. It was horrendous and nearly incomprehensible, but you choke back a sob when you run your thumb over the mangled wood. There was only one person who could have drawn the little dog so badly.

And it’s like your body senses him before your mind does. 

In an instant, you’re hyper fixated on the familiar rhythm of his boots and the soft noise as his swords clank together with every step. There are four others with him, but you know his approach like the back of your hand. A boy in a straw hat whom you recognize from wanted posters rushes the bar, loudly requesting a glass of milk for himself and the finest rum for his swordsman companion. When he slides into the seat next to you, you can barely look at him, rendered defenseless from the conflict of emotions stirring in your mind. Thousands of questions were screaming to be answered but you couldn’t even open your mouth. The alcohol in your half-finished glass is all you can see. 

“You found me,” he murmurs, flagging down the bartender and asking for a bottle of whatever you’re drinking.

“I wasn’t looking for you,” you reply just as quietly, watching his hand carefully replenish your glass before filling his own and downing it in a few swallows. You stop him from pouring another with a light hand on his shoulder and he wordlessly sets down the bottle, making you smile softly. “You still drink too much.”

“I don’t have you to slow me down,” he replies without hesitation, glancing at your fingertip as it traces the mark he made on the wood. “I’ve been putting those everywhere since I joined up with Luffy. Figured we’d run into each other at some point.” 

“Luffy,” you echo. “That’s your pirate captain?” The irony of your situation escapes neither of you. If you were smart, you’d have every single one of them dead and bouncing around a burlap sack, just like the pirate all those years ago. But, just the same as the first time, you were stopped by a profound desire to be closer to Zoro. 

“He’s not like other pirates. Not like the ones you and I know.” 

“I’ll let the Marines know next time I bring in a head, then,” you laugh humorlessly, feeling the rum burn down your throat when you take another sip. You feel his eyes watching you carefully but you don’t look back at him. “I’m sure they’ll be thrilled to hear that.”

“They don’t have to hear anything,” he says in a low tone, one that sends goosebumps up your spine and has your heart beating a little faster. “They don’t have to hear anything from you ever again.”

“You’re not saying…”

“That's exactly what I’m saying.” 

“You want me to just switch sides like it’s nothing?”

“This job has been nothing to you from the beginning, nothing but a way to feed strays that, thanks to you, have loving homes,” he reminds you and you exhale deeply. He was right, but part of you wanted vengeance for all the times you secretly wished he was still with you. “So, come with me.”

“Zoro, I–”

“You know, I’ve missed you so much I can’t sleep,” he shakes his head and sighs in defeat. “Every time we dock at a new city, I’m hoping you’re on a hunt because, as much as I care for them, they’ll never know me the way you do.” He looks back at his crew with something like sad fondness in his eyes. They wouldn’t ever know him the way you did, as a bounty hunter with no real place to call home and no real people to call friends. “It gets lonely when you’re not forced to be alone anymore.”

“And it’s lonely when you are forced to,” you add. “It’s lonely either way–”

“But I’d rather be that way with you,” he concludes. “It’s not bad when I’m with you.” You pause, collecting your thoughts and calculating how much money you’d have if you suddenly abandoned your current line of work. It was risky, sure, but something about risking it on Zoro made it feel a little less dangerous. “Your silence tells me I convinced you.”

“I’m not the one you need to convince; it’s your captain you should be talking to.”

“Trust me, he’s the least of our problems.” As if to drive home his point, a choir of cheers rises up from behind you as a loud belch sounds through the harbor. 

“‘Our’ as in the crew, or ‘our’ as in you and I?”

“It’s always been you and I, hasn’t it?”

“It always will be,” you promise, letting your head fall onto his shoulder. He’s warm and safe and everything you were needing. “But, I need to teach you how to draw a better dog.” He hums in agreement, downing another glass contentedly. 

“Yeah, you need to teach me how to draw a better dog.”

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Can you write something which jughead x male and the serpents too please?? Maybe jughead introduces his boyfriend to the serpents??

Serpents and Sweethearts

pairing : JugHead Jones x MReader Tags: Established Relationship, fluff Word count : 807 Y/n: Your name L/n: your last name

It was a cool autumn evening in Riverdale, the kind where the leaves crunched beneath your feet and the air was cold and crisp. The sun had dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and deep purple. At Pop's Chock'lit Shoppe, the usual buzz was replaced by an air of anticipation as Jughead prepared to introduce his boyfriend, Y/N, to his friends from the south side.

Jughead had always been protective of the people he cared about, and introducing Y/N to the serpents was a big step. They had been dating for a few months, and although Y/N had been living in Riverdale for months now and was settling in with ease  He was still nervous about meeting Jughead’s friends. Jughead was determined to ease Y/N’s nerves.

“Are you ready?” Jughead asked, glancing sideways at Y/N. They were sipping on milkshakes, the sweet vanilla flavour doing little to mask Y/N anxiety.

“I guess so,” Y/N replied, His voice wavering slightly. “What if they don’t like me?”

Jughead reached across the table, taking hold of Y/N’s hand. “Trust me. They will, besides, you’re Great.”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile at Jughead’s encouragement. After a moment of quiet, He  nodded. “Okay, I’m ready.”

The bell above the door jingled as the serpents entered the diner making their way over to Jughead's table and sitting down joining them with ease “Hey guys, I want you all to meet Y/N.”Jughead said 

The Trio  turned their heads, and a moment of silence fell as they took in Jughead’s significant other. Y/N felt a little on edge  under the weight of scrutiny, but Jughead squeezed his hand reassuringly.

“Y/N, this is Toni,” Jughead gestured to a pretty girl with dark brown hair with a stand-out light pink highlight  “and this is Sweet Pea,” he continued, pointing to a tall guy with a double-headed serpent tattooed on the left side of his neck. “ and finally Fangs” he said  gesturing to guy with a laid-back demeanour.

“Hey!” Y/N nodded, trying to mask his nerves with a small smile.

Toni grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief.“Nice to meet you, Y/N. Jughead’s told us a lot about you. We’ve been looking forward to this.”

“Yeah, man,” Sweet Pea chimed in, crossing his arms over his chest. “If Jughead’s into you, you must be pretty cool”

“Exactly,” Fangs added with a grin, his laid-back demeanour putting Y/N a bit more at ease. “You must have some serious charm to get him to open up.”

Sweet Pea leaned back in his chair, arms crossed with a friendly smirk. “ and you're hot”

Y/N snorted a laugh at the unexpected compliments. “Thanks, I guess,” his voice steadier now. “I’m just trying to keep up with Jug”

Jughead chuckled, a hint of pride in his eyes. “You’re doing great.”

The conversation flowed more easily as they settled into a rhythm. Toni asked Y/N about his interests, and he found himself sharing stories about his life before he moved to riverdale. Sweet Pea and Fangs chimed in with their own anecdotes, and soon the initial tension began to dissipate.

Fangs grinned “ Jughead finally found someone who can put up with his brooding” 

Y/N laughed, the sound brightening the tension in the air. “I wouldn’t call it brooding. More like intense contemplation, right?” He shot Jughead a playful wink, and he couldn’t help but roll his eyes, a smile creeping onto his face.

“Yeah, let’s go with that,” he said, relieved to see Y/N relaxing. The Serpents were accepting Y/N will ease, He was fitting in well. 

At one point, Sweet Pea leaned across the table. “So, what’s it like dating our brooding leader over here?”

Y/N smirked. “It's a lot of intense contemplation followed by snack marathons. Pretty solid gig if you ask me.”

The table erupted in laughter, and Jughead felt the warmth of acceptance wash over him. 

As the night wore on, Jughead and Y/N went over to the counter to order another 

round of milkshakes “See? They liked you,” Jughead said, grinning. “I told you they would.”

Y/N chuckled softly, still feeling the adrenaline of meeting Jughead's gang friends . “I wasn’t sure how they would react..”

“They seem protective of you,” Y/N noted, glancing back at the group laughing and engaged in conversation. “Like they’d do anything for you.”

“Yeah, they would. And so would I,” Jughead replied, his expression suddenly serious. He leaned closer to Y/N. “You mean a lot to me. I want you to know that.”

Y/N leaned in, their lips brushing against Jughead's in a brief yet tender kiss. It was soft and sweet, a promise of something more, something real. As he pulled away, Y/N smiled, his initial nerves completely fading away. 

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Sacred Animal

Summary: Hermes takes you on a "mystery date" that becomes very cute and silly, very quickly.

A/N: I'm doing it, I'm being brave and posting one of the drabbles I wrote like over a month ago but felt kinda shy about. Biggest, most fluffy Thank-You to @lickoutyourbrains for reading and rereading and encouraging me through everything. If you guys enjoy this one I'll consider posting the others. Please let me know what you think, and as always let me know if I missed any tags!

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Hermes' domains were a wide net that covered a lot. Travelers, Messages, Thieves, Trickery and Cunning, Athletes, Merchants, Speed, Language; the list went on for a while. And in keeping with the diversity of his domains, his moods and interests tended to whirl and swing around with the days. 

It made for some chaotic date nights. 

But really, you enjoyed the chaos; the thrill of his surprises, not really being able to guess but being able to follow where his mind was going. You could keep up with him, and he loved you for that. Therefore, date nights like tonight were surprising, but not completely out of left field. 

You were bundled up in a thick coat with ear muffs on your head; it wasn't snowing yet, but it was cold enough that the snow predicted for the following days would stick, and probably make a thick blanket on the ground. 

You faintly wondered if Hermes had ever made snow angels…

“Ready?” he asked at the front door of your apartment building; he was wearing a wide-brimmed hat instead of his usual helmet, and it cast a shadow over his eyes in lieu of his sunglasses. He also had a warm-looking red cloak, apparently lined with fur or some other fluff over a thin shirt that you couldn't quite see. He probably didn't need the cloak, he never seemed to feel cold, but it was important to keep up appearances when visiting public places. 

So you were going somewhere that would have other people. 

You huffed, checking the strap of the bag you carried to make sure it was close to your chest - he could still easily steal your wallet and phone, but it was a little harder when he couldn't just reach into your pockets. One of these days, you might just cave and buy the weird chest-strap bag that kept all your valuables up high and theoretically safe from nefarious hands. See if he could break into that…

Belongings secure, coat and muffs adjusted, you nodded and his face lit with a grin as he effortlessly lifted you into his arms. You could barely see the glow of his eyes under the shadow of the hat - the longer you dated Hermes, the more you learned to look closer for the little things. Right now, he was excited; more childlike joy than gleeful mischief, which was even more exciting for you. As much as you enjoyed his pranks and silliness, it was rare that he had this much anticipation for something. 

He was usually all soft smiles and warmth, but this was bright like a star. 

You tucked your face into Hermes' chest, knowing he was going to fly directly to wherever he was taking you. There would be no sight-seeing on this trip; another mystery to confuse you about potential locations. He pressed a gentle kiss into your hair before taking off, the wind quickly whipping around the pair of you as he sped towards your destination. 

It was still bright out - the sun wouldn't set for another hour or two, and the light and wind surrounded you for a few moments before you felt Hermes slow and finally land. At least this time he hadn't gone high enough to make your ears pop. 

You waited for his arms to loosen, looking up at him after a few moments. 

“Put me down?” You asked, teasingly. He shrugged. 

“Nah. It's pretty cold, it's nice to have a personal heater.” He replied. He only laughed when you lightly slapped his chest with the back of your hand, and finally released you. 

“How does your hat not fly off?” You asked, noticing the tips of his hair under the brim were ruffled, but the hat itself remained secure. He shrugged again. 

“God magic?” he theorized, jokingly. That was his answer to a lot of questions about his anomalies, and you knew better than to press. You rolled your eyes and huffed, crossing your arms. 

“Ok, fine,” you gestured for him to lead, “where exactly are we?” He took your hand and began to walk across a rather large expanse of grass, passing a little gravel parking lot full of cars, and you could see some farm buildings in the distance. 

“We’re gonna meet some friends!” the wide smile returned, as if his statement wouldn't raise more questions, but you just chuckled and followed. You were definitely on some kind of farm-store property; a place that probably did apple picking or a pumpkin patch in the fall. Right now, though, all of the trees were bare, the grassy field yellowish from winter frost, and the rows of dirt in the distance empty as the plants that grew there waited for spring. 

The pair of you walked up to a little gate, where an older man was sitting with a little cash box. The man smiled as you approached. 

“Well, how can I help you two?” he asked, a bit of a ‘country lilt’ to his words. You expected Hermes to wave a hand and work his ‘god magic’ on the man so he allowed you to pass, but instead your godly boyfriend handed over a real, American ten-dollar bill and responded “Two please.” 

You tried not to look at Hermes in shock and confusion; he ‘paid’ for a lot of your dates, but not usually with actual money. You faintly wondered if he was starting to understand the difference between stealing from corporations and small businesses; a subject of many debates and discussions throughout your time together. You were impressed. 

The man took the bill and traded it into his cash box for two bright green silicone bracelets, and began to fish out some change before Hermes held up a hand and told the man to keep the change. 

The god handed you a bracelet and led you around the gate as the man wished you both to have fun. After it appeared Hermes was not going to say anything about it, you tugged on his hand, causing him to stop. 

“Who are you and where is my boyfriend?” You asked, only half-jokingly. Maybe even less than half. 

He bounced on the balls of his feet; damn he was really excited. “I learn things when we talk! I'm supporting some local farmers!” He defended with a grin. “I’m not only a Patron of thieves, you know.” 

With that response apparently being all he planned to say, he began to walk again, taking your hand, and by extension, you, with him. The pair of you were walking around the main building which you were now certain was some kind of store, and as you turned the corner you could hear the excited jabbering of children. 

What the heck.

‘Meeting friends,’ he said. You were on a farm. There were little kids. You looked at the bracelet now on your wrist which read ‘Friendly Fields Local Craftworks and Petting Zoo’ in thin yellow letters. 

Well, this was certainly the most unique date he'd ever taken you on. 

In the rapidly diminishing distance, you saw a series of low fences housing several animals, and about a dozen children with parents in varying stages of exasperation. Most of the little ones were crowded around a hutch of extremely fluffy rabbits, but there was also a pen with mini ponies, one with two alpacas, one with a cow, one filled with chickens, and one with a small handful of sheep. You were pleased to notice that all of the pens had little heaters for the animals, and were sheltered in case it rained. 

You had to admit, this was kinda cute. 

Hermes continued to lead, heading straight for the sheep who ‘baah’d at him as you both came near. This one was the farthest off, and it seemed none of the children were very interested in visiting the sheep. 

“Hello, lovely ladies,” Hermes said as he leaned down and began to scratch one under its chin. You were a bit surprised; normally petting zoo animals were pretty apathetic towards their visitors, unless there was food involved. But all four of the wooly sheep had wandered over and were waiting for Hermes' attention. 

“So you're the god of sheep.” You said, a wry smile on your face as you watched him pet one animal with each hand. 

“Ha! You're close,” he replied, “I’m the god of shepherds. But sheep are one of my animals.” He paused, realizing you hadn't joined in, and stood back up to look at you. “Is this ok? You like petting things…” he asked, and now his face was hesitant.

You did like petting things. You constantly tried to pet the stray cats around your apartment complex, and the second someone offered for you to pet their dog you were all over those good boys and girls. You had even been to petting zoos before! Sheep were one of your favorite animals (although now you were absolutely not going to tell Hermes that). You felt your cheeks get hot, and it wasn't from wind burn. 

“Well, you looked like you were pretty excited to see them, and I didn't want to get in your way…” you said lamely. In truth, you just thought watching Hermes talk to a small herd of sheep was adorable, and had forgotten you were also supposed to be interacting with the animals. 

Hermes smirked, and pulled you a little closer, holding out a hand to the sheep closest to him, “here, just let her sniff you first. They'll probably feel a lot safer than normally because I'm here.” 

You followed his lead, surprised when the sheep forewent sniffing your hand and plopped her little chin in your palm. You could almost believe she was smiling at you. A surprised giggle bubbled out of you; no animal had ever done that. 

Seeing that there were now enough hands for all four to get pets at the same time, the whole little herd came up to the fence to vie for attention. It was strange and a little wonderful; their wool was thick and dense and incredibly warm, once you pushed your fingertips into the fleece. Hermes was saying something to the two in front of him, but you were only barely aware of that as you watched the little sheeps’ tiny, nubby tails wagging and twitching. 

He was probably giving them a blessing, the big softie; to be warm and live long and always have the tastiest grass. 

You had no idea how long the two of you had stood there, spoiling the little sheep with your scritches; thankfully the sun hadn't set yet, but it was a little darker. Hermes led you around to the other pens, now significantly quieter as several of the families and children left for the evening. There were still a good number of people around, but not so rowdy. One of the alpacas was interested in the pair of you, though not nearly as much as the sheep. The horses looked at you like you were some kind of aliens; as if you were the ones in the pens for their entertainment. Hermes avoided the cow, saying she was giving him a dirty look. 

You knew he had a history with cows but you didn't think it went that deep…

The chickens were also quick to look for Hermes' attention, running over to the fence posts to investigate. They formed a wide clump of feathers, and would have been centered around him if there hadn't been a barrier in the way. As it were, several chickens were reaching their heads through the fencing, clucking and (apparently) trying to peck at the god. You giggled. Hermes looked around a moment, that mischievous smile on his face, and you saw him pull his hat down in the back just far enough to free the wings behind his ears, which flapped a few times at the chickens in return. 

The chickens went wild, some of them darting away, some of them flapping their wings back, some almost screeching; to the point that one of the farmhands came over to make sure they weren't fighting, and Hermes had to quickly slip his hat back in place. 

You'd never pet a chicken before; and the farm hand was kind enough to let you and Hermes each hold one. They were warm, surprisingly heavy, and you were taken aback when you realized the bird was purring. Not as deep and consistent as a cat’s purr, but still noticeable; the vibrations just barely palpable in your hands. Hermes' face was practically glowing in the low light, looking at you holding the chicken. After a little more cuddling of the soft feathers, and watching Hermes (probably) whispering a blessing to the other birds as well, the farmhand helped you place the chicken back in her coop, and Hermes led you to the last pen; the bunnies.

Angora rabbits, to be specific, with their carefully brushed fur and softly padded pen. A visitor could see clearly that these were the prized animals for the farm. And they certainly were cute; well-socialized and hopping over to see the newcomers, hoping for treats, clearly relaxed while being handled by the humans. 

You opted not to hold a rabbit, but you did get to pet a few of them as they wandered from person to person - their fur was as silky-soft as you imagined; always hearing about angora wool being special and extra soft (and probably extra expensive) but never going out of your way to find clothes made with it. 

The sun was finally setting in earnest, and the farmhands were beginning to pack up the petting area and move the animals back into their warm barns and hutches; the little country store was still open though, and it only took a little bit of begging to convince Hermes to go inside and look around. 

He’d already been planning on going in, but you were cute when you made your sad-eyes and exaggerated pout. 

Inside, the shop was warm and smelled like fresh cinnamon and vanilla. There were a few people milling around, looking at the different products - lots of fresh baked goods, homemade preserves, craft items, and even a cubby of milled goat milk soap. There was also a large sign on the counter that read “Chelly is OUT” in large red letters, and you assumed the tile that read OUT could be flipped to say something like IN as well. 

You wondered if you'd get a peek at Chelly. You did love shops that had kitties wandering around. 

Hermes unpinned his cloak so it hung at his shoulders instead of clipped at his throat, and you loosened your coat as well; the shop was nice and warm, and you were getting a little too warm under so many layers. 

Hermes was definitely just showing off his shirt - a meme shirt, because of course he'd been collecting those recently... 

You took your time looking at different things, eventually Hermes handed you a little shopping basket with a knowing grin, and you blushed again as you carefully placed a bottle of lavender oil for baking and a pack of flaky, delicious looking chocolate pastries into the basket. You were a bit surprised when Hermes actually added some things to the basket - namely two little crochet sheep that had a tag reading [80% angora, 20% wool] and a crochet chicken that apparently had a squeaker in its body. 

Oh gods. That was going to drive his siblings insane. 

And then suddenly, Hermes yelped and jumped, floating just a second too long before landing and looking down at the floor. 

Looking at a little tortoise riding around on a skateboard-like contraption.

The yelp had attracted the attention of the woman running the counter, but Hermes was unbothered; consumed with the sheer delight upon seeing the little reptile appear from under the shelves. 

“Oh, I'm so sorry!” the woman said frantically, “she's perfectly healthy, I promise, she just gets a little feisty when it's close to closing time, because she knows once the customers leave she gets a strawberry. She didn't bite you, did she?”

Meanwhile, Hermes had become a metaphorical kid in a candy store, sitting down right on the floor and cooing at the tortoise. He waved the woman off, saying, “She's so cute! So fast!” And then addressing the turtle, a mess of babbling that included “Look at your little wheels!” 

You'd seen many moods from your godly boyfriend. You'd seen him happy, frustrated, confused, annoyed (usually by your car and your coworkers). You'd seen him drunk and giggly, when he had twirled you around until you both threw up. You'd seen him cry, though rarely; he rarely felt safe to do so. You'd even seen him divinely angry once when a nymph at one of Dio's parties asked why a mortal like you were allowed to attend. 

You had not seen him like this. This was newborn-baby-cute-aggression levels of babbling. He gently scratched around the tortoise’s shell, watching the reptile wiggle when he apparently hit a good spot. (It was admittedly adorable.) You were pretty sure you could see his wings ruffling under his hat. 

Thankfully, the woman was pleased with Hermes' excitement. “Oh, yes. Poor Chelly was hatched without her back legs working. My son made the little wheel board for her. She has one that only has wheels on the back, but she seems to prefer the ability to race around.” 

Ah. Chelly was the tortoise.

“It's brilliant!” Hermes' replied, and then after a moment of hesitation, he surprised you again. “Can I pick her up?” He asked, almost bashful. 

The woman only laughed. “Sure, if she'll let you! Just be careful, she likes to give love bites.” She patted the reptile’s shell gently and asked if you needed any help before returning to the counter to attend another customer. 

Your boyfriend was still sitting on the floor. 

Not knowing what else to do, you joined him on the floor. 

He gently wiggled his fingers in front of Chelly, and when she didn't reach out and bite, he carefully scooped her off of her skateboard and held her right up to his face. 

“Helloooo, Darling! You like to go fast, huh? Go Zoomies? You're such a pretty girl!” He was almost blushing, and for the second time you wondered what clone had spontaneously replaced the man you were dating. Meanwhile, the tortoise was content to extend her neck and brush his nose with her face. Her front legs wiggled as if she was still walking or possibly swimming, and he continued to talk to her. 

The longer you sat there, the more you wondered if they could understand each other. 

With a sigh, you gave Hermes a kiss on his cheek, told him you were going to look some more, and left to explore the other shelves. (You may or may not have snapped several dozen photos of him cooing at Chelly in the meantime.)

He sat there with the tortoise a full ten minutes; meanwhile you found your own mischievous gift. You had paid quietly and hidden the item at the bottom of your purse, under the ‘valuables’ and wrapped in a brown paper bag. That was for later. 

When he finally rejoined you, you playfully bumped him with your elbow as he took some offered hand sanitizer from the counter to clean his hands.  He paid for the rest of the items in your basket, once again with real money, and you knew better than to question it at this point. The pair of you rebuttoned your extra layers and prepared to go out into the night. 

“So, are you replacing me?” you asked. He smiled, nuzzling your cheek with a little huff. 

“Nobody could replace you.” He replied softly, and your face suddenly felt a little warmer. He easily picked you up once more, having put your purchases into his trusty messenger bag, and with little warning he took off. 

This time, he did fly a little higher, just so you could see the stars on the way home. The cold wind bit your nose and you would probably have chapped cheeks in the morning, but it was worth it. 

He landed easily outside your apartment building, fishing the brown paper bag out of his pack. He would have to be back on Olympus tomorrow morning, and was leaving tonight to have time to leave a trap for Apollo. You barely had a moment before he pulled you into a kiss, then twirling you around and dipping you backwards, throwing off your balance. At least he kept you from falling, even if it was an almost cartoonish dip. He was probably floating to have you so far back. 

“So,” he panted lightly, his breath making little bursts of fog in the night air, “did you have fun?” You laughed, patting his shoulders as a request to stand back up. His face was positively glowing as he helped you right yourself. 

Yes, he had been floating, damn god powers…

You laughed anyway; “Yes. More fun than I have in a while.” You said, and it was the truth. Hermes' silly side was your favorite thing about him, and you had gotten to see so much of it tonight. His smile was brilliant once more, and under the shadow of his hat you saw his eyes start to glow silvery. 

“I love you.” he said, and kissed you again. “I'll be back in two days. I'll pick you up from work.” 

“Okay. Don't be too mean to Apollo, okay?” You teased. He rolled his eyes, and began to break away, before you grabbed the strap of his messenger bag and stuffed your own small gift inside, feeling it disappear into the organized clutter of the bottomless bag. He quirked an eyebrow in question. 

“Don't open it until you get back to Olympus. Promise?” You asked, and held up your pinky finger. 

He snorted. “Sure. Promise.” He linked his pinky with yours, and you shook. Truly a sacred oath. One last stolen kiss, and then he was gone, zipping away into the night sky. You hugged the bag from the store to your chest, and went inside to your (thankfully warm) apartment. 

The treats went into the kitchen, to be enjoyed for breakfast tomorrow. You were already scrolling your phone for that lavender shortbread cookie recipe you'd seen a week ago and thinking you would have to go to the store tomorrow after work anyway. The little sheep plushies (you now noticed one was a ram and one was an ewe. Dork.) went onto your shelf of ‘Hermes Trinkets’ for now, though you knew you would probably move them to your bed for cuddling soon. Damn those things were soft. There was also a pair of thick purple socks that you hadn't seen him grab, equally soft, and you already planned to change into them with your pajamas. 

Not even an hour later, as you were settling in for bed, you received a text message with a photo attached. 

Hermes, his hair wild and hat off, with a gigantic grin on his face. Proudly wearing the crochet headband with a carefully curled pair of stuffed ram horns. Captioned: ‘Better than my laurels.’

You suddenly really hoped he wouldn't wear that to council meetings. You'd created a monster. 

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