#boys will have 1 (one) weekend where they go outside and they come back home with Bugs

[pawbeanies]

this is a formal request to tell us all about your isopods they r black _ yellow spotted!!!??? what's their enclosure like?? how long have you had them? do any have names? the masses must know...

fool you hath opened the isopod lore gates. woe be upon you.

JFJSJDKS NO BUT HI HI HI grabbing you hi hihi hihi hi hi hi fhank you for asking ... the Bug Lore isn't really that interesting but !!

(i realized i was rambling abt bugs. readmore be upon ye

they r little black and yellow spotted fuckers (scientific name) and they live in a little terrarium made out of a coffee pot!! like if you can imagine those coffee pots that come with drip coffee machines but full of dirt and moss and bugs. i haven't had them for too long like?? maybe a week but they are already so important to me and i love them and check in on them every day

since i've only had them for a little bit though they're still shy and i haven't had the chance to name them all fksjfkd but there are roughly like. ten of them... once they get used to me and i can see them all i will give them silly names. as of right now theres like one big one i am calling bok choy bc it likes it i guess but also i have only fed them bok choy (i like to regrow it from cuttings but w/ bok choy it will like Bolt (start growing flowers) so you have to pinch off the flowers and ive been feeding those+little leaves to them) so i think that's like. a moot point like we dont name all babies milk because thats the first thing they eat and they like it? i will revisit names later but they're probably going to all be veggie themed

but also i got them at likw. like ok so i wasn't expecting to be a Bug Father i went to an antique/vintage fest for my state But they also had artists and stuff there and there was a guy who made terrariums and like. i love plants (i have 3 plants living in the office i work at alone but i have More at home) and ive always wanted to build terrariums but i never got into it bc they seem so much more like Labor Intensive BUT this guy had like. cool terrariums and i was like "hey can i get that coffee pot one" because i 1. love coffee so much and 2. love plants and he was like "oh btw theres isopods in there. heres a care sheet and just like drop a piece of carrot in there once a week" and like. i was not sure if i was ready for fatherhood but like he was a local artist guy (support local artist guys!!!) and also i was w/ my friends and didnt want to hold us up bc i would've agonized over it for a while so i was like Yeah Thats Ok :) (but like in a way that would make anyone be like "r u sure?") so i ended up going home w a coffee pot full of dirt and bugs on like. a funny impulse purchase type thing. i barely even got any fun vintage things aside from like tje worlds scratchiest sweater but i Did get bugs and also we went out for pho afterwards which is like. best weekend ever really (i am lame)

ne way here is a video of one of my guys and a big fickass thing of bok choy bc i went on abt bugs and vegetables and vintage things without actually answering ur questions i think. woe bugs be upon ye

[togrowoldinv]

Drill Lessons

Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

Natasha shows you how to use a power tool and your mutual crush comes to light

Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Kissing, cursing, oral (N and R receiving)

Natasha Masterlist 1, Natasha Masterlist 2, Natasha Masterlist 3, Main Masterlist

To you, Natasha Romanoff is the most beautiful woman to ever walk the earth.

You’ve been wanting to tell her for months that you like her. Ever since you joined the team you’ve had feelings for her. But you can’t get a read on her.

You have no idea if she has feelings for you too. Sometimes it feels like she’s flirting with you but then you see or hear her act the same way with one of the guys and you brush it off as nothing.

This weekend Clint invited everyone to his farm to enjoy a quick getaway and clear your heads. Missions hadn’t been easy lately, so you all needed the reprieve.

When you arrive, Natasha walks in the house first. She’s clearly very comfortable here.

“Welcome!” Laura says to everyone. “Come on in. Make yourselves at home!”

“Thank you for having us, Mrs. Barton,” you say when you greet her.

“Oh please, called me Laura,” she says. Then she addresses everyone, “We don’t have enough rooms so you’ll have to share. Nat, can y/n sleep with you?”

You try not to have a visceral reaction to the idea. You hold your breath as you await her reply.

“Sure,” Nat simply says. She turns to you, “I’ll show you the way.”

You follow her up the stairs where you run across a couple of kids.

“Auntie Nat?” A girl asks, in shock of seeing Nat.

“Hey malyshka,” Natasha replies. She brings the girl in for a hug. “Lila, this is y/n. Hopefully you won’t discover you like her more than you like me.”

You smile and wave to Lila. She returns the smile before running off downstairs.

Nat takes you down the hallway and to what appears to be her bedroom when she stays here. There are photos of the Barton family and Nat on the dresser. You admire how happy she looks here.

“I always sleep on the door side, but we’ll do whatever you feel comfortable with,” Nat says.

“Oh, either side works for me.”

Nat nods. You set your bag down on the bed and unpack a few things. Natasha moves around the room, gathering a few of her own things.

You both go back downstairs for the rest of the evening. Nothing too eventful happens. Everyone makes plans to spend time outside tomorrow.

Natasha is first to the bedroom. She slips into the bed casually. You try to do the same but fail miserably at not looking nervous.

“I don’t bite, you know,” Nat says teasingly.

“Right,” you respond too quickly. “I just- sorry.”

“Relax, y/n,” she says. You settle on your side of the bed. “Goodnight.”

“Night, Natasha.”

You both drift off into a peaceful sleep. You first, and then Natasha.

At some point during the night, you end up snuggling close to Natasha. She wakes up to the feeling of your arm draping over her. But she doesn’t mind it. Actually, she likes it.

When you wake up in the morning, you find yourself still nestled in her arms.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you say, trying to move off of her.

“Hey, it’s fine,” Nat says, only tightening her grip a bit before letting you loose. “So, you’re a cuddler, huh?”

You look away shyly and Nat just smirks. Now you definitely can’t believe you slept next to Natasha and accidentally snuggled with her all night. She doesn’t say anything else about it until you go downstairs for the day.

“Good morning!” Laura greets. She’s pulling fresh biscuits from the oven. “How did you sleep?”

“Good,” you answer briefly.

“She sure was cozy,” Nat interjects. It’s just Laura in the room with you two, but you still try to hold back a blush.

“Mhm, I’m sure,” Laura replies. Somehow you’re sure she knows the way you feel about Nat and how Nat feels about you.

Soon, the boys come tumbling into the kitchen. You all go outside to do your respective chosen activities. Steve promised to show you how to chop wood while Nat and Clint run off to the barn to build a new shelter for some of the animals.

“So, what’s the deal with you and Romanoff?” Steve asks after a few minutes of chopping the wood.

“Oh, is there- is there a me and Romanoff?”

“Is there not?” He asks genuinely. “I’m sorry. I just thought that you two- nevermind.”

“It’s okay,” you reply, shrugging.

It does leave you wondering if the other members of the team think something is happening there too. You try not to think about it too much as you continue to work outside. The fresh air does wonders for you.

Steve asks you to go grab the axe sharpening block from the barn, so you walk to the structure. When you get there, you catch sight of something that makes your jaw practically drop to the ground.

Natasha is wearing only a blank tank top and shorts are she uses a power drill to build a wooden structure. Sweat drips down her neck and chest as she expertly uses the tool.

You swear she catches the sight of you out of the corner of her eye, but she continues on with her drilling. She lifts heavy pieces of wood with ease. You can’t stop staring.

Nat lifts her tank top up to wipe the sweat from her face. You see her ab happy stomach and the sports bra that’s keeping the rest of her skin covered.

“Enjoying the view?” Nat says aloud. You’ve definitely been caught now.

“Oh, I was just-“ you start, but there’s no use. You were doing exactly that. “My bad.”

“Don’t apologize,” Nat says. “Come on in, what did you need?”

“We needed the axe sharpener block thing?”

“Is that a question?”

“Well, I don’t know what it is so yes?”

Nat chuckles. She turns to look at the shelf behind her for the tool you need. Her backside somehow looks just as good as her front.

“Here you go,” Nat says. She hands you the block. You are standing close to her now. “The real fun is happening in there though. I can show you how to use this.”

She gestures to the drill in her left hand, pressing her finger on the trigger to make it whir. You shouldn’t be so intrigued by it. Or by her for that matter. But you are.

“Maybe tomorrow you can show me?” You ask her.

“How about tonight?” Nat asks. Her voice drops an octave. You pray she means what you think she means.

You swallow shyly and Nat shoots you a smile. Slowly, you leave her there and go back to Steve. He doesn’t mention how long it took you to get the tool, thank goodness.

Later that day, you all grill out burgers and hotdogs. Clint tries to show off his grilling skills, but the team just gives him a hard time saying that it’s not all that hard anyways.

By the time evening comes, everyone’s sitting around a campfire. Natasha sits across from you. She glances at her phone and then to you as a way of alerting you to look at your phone.

The text reads: Meet me in the barn. 10 minutes.

You nod in her direction to acknowledge you got the message. The minutes pass by and you both leave to go to the barn.

When you get inside, Nat is already over by the wood she was working with earlier.

“Come on, I’ll show you,” Nat says.

“Okay,” you agree. You stand next to her.

“First things first, always know your surroundings,” Nat says.

She abruptly places her hands on your hips. She easily moves you to the right and left to observe your surroundings. Your heart stops when she reaches around you and her face is mere inches from yours.

She steps back and has a pair of clear glasses in her hand.

“And wear safety glasses,” she says. She places them on your face. You’re sure you look like an absolute fool. “Cute.”

“You didn’t wear these yesterday,” comes your reply.

“That’s because I’m an expert,” Nat says. She surprises you by pinching your cheeks. “You’ll get there, sweetheart.”

Natasha grabs the drill and ushers you to move closer to the wood with her. She takes you through step by step on how to use the power tool.

“Now, you can try,” Nat says.

“Okay,” you reply. You feel a little nervous about trying it. Nat assures you that you can’t mess it up.

You try to focus even with Nat being so close to you. For the first time using a drill, you don’t do terribly.

“Nice job, y/n,” Nat says. “But you’ll want to apply more pressure. Let me help you, sweetheart.”

Natasha places her hand on yours and pushes down on the drill. You pull the trigger and drill the screw into the wood. Her hot breath is on your neck.

You smile at your success and turn just enough to look at Nat. She’s just inches from you.

“Should we take this inside?” Nat asks. Her eyes glance to your lips and back up to your eyes. She brings her other hand to your cheek and brushes the back of it against it.

“Are you- um- yes?”

“Yes? Or yes.”

“The second one,” you say. Natasha smirks at you.

You leave the drill and safety glasses behind. Natasha holds your hand as she walks you to the house. You slip upstairs easily and she closes her bedroom door behind her.

“I’ve had my eye on you for a while,” Natasha says.

“Really?” You ask innocently.

“Really, detka. Come here,” she says, bringing you to the bed with her.

You sit next to her and she kisses you softly. It’s like floating on a cloud. You didn’t think she would be this gentle. But you’re loving it.

“May I?” Nat asks, gesturing to your shirt. You nod. She lifts the material over your head. “Beautiful.”

You feel sure you’re blushing at her words and the way her eyes rake over your body.

“Can I- um?” You pull at her tank top hem.

“Yes, baby,” Natasha says. “You can do anything to me.”

You lift the thin material over her head. Your heart stops at her beauty. You immediately lean forward and take her nipple into your mouth. It surprises Natasha how intentional you are being.

“Fuck, baby.”

“Is this okay?” You ask, pulling away a bit. Nat pulls your head back to her breasts. You’ll take that as a yes.

Natasha fumbles with your pants. She gets them unbuttoned but grumbles in frustration when she can’t get them off. You chuckle against her.

“Okay, hold on,” Nat says. She stands up and pulls her own pants down before grabbing you by the hips and pulling you up too.

Natasha takes your pants off with ease this time and slips them down your legs along with your underwear. She grins and drops to her knees. It doesn’t take her long to get to work licking and sucking at your pussy.

“Oh my god,” you moan out.

“You taste so good, baby. All for me,” Nat says.

“Fuck.”

You feel close to coming embarrassingly quickly but Natasha is proud of her work.

“Come for me, y/n,” she says. Her voice drips with sex.

“Fuck, Natasha!”

You come hard against her tongue. She licks you clean and stands back up. She kisses you deeply. It’s the most on fire you have ever felt.

“I want to taste you,” you tell Nat.

“Your wish is my command,” Nat says. She lays on the bed and you crawl over her body.

“So beautiful,” you say as you kiss from between her breasts down to her hips.

“You’re not so shy now are you?” Nat asks. You answer by diving into her wet pussy.

Her folds are slick and she’s ready for you. You lick and suck her, cherishing every noise she makes.

“Fuck, baby,” Nat says. “I’m going to come.”

“Come for me, Natasha.”

She does just that. You relish in the sounds she makes. You move back up her body and lay next to her.

“So, all of those times I thought you were flirting with me you actually were?” You break the silence.

Nat chuckles. “Yes, y/n. I’ve been hinting at it for months. I’m glad we finally got on the same page.”

She looks at you through her long eyelashes. You rest your head on her shoulder.

“I’ve always liked you, Natasha,” you say. “Do you think the team noticed we left?”

“Nah,” Nat says. “Even if they did, I don’t care. I have you.”

“You sure do.”

You snuggle further into Natasha. She holds you close as you lay together and talk for hours.

[vscabarca]

could you write a fic ab ferran being super jealous, you guys aren’t together only friends but you seem to be getting super close to one of the other barca boys and he doesn’t like that. so when you’re at a party one time he gets a bit drunk and pulls you away from everyone to confess his feelings for you

jealousy, jealousy - ferran torres

summary: ferran caught feelings for his childhood friend and gets jealous once he hears you might be seeing someone.

genre: fluff

a/n: thank you for the request anon💕

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„dude you can’t just stare at her and do nothing about it.“ Gavi nudged Ferran‘s shoulder as they were walking onto the pitch before the game against Villareal. You sat at your usual spot, the one Ferran got for you, waving at the two boys with a smile once you saw them already looking at you.

Ferran had been a close friend of yours ever since your brother met him with fourteen during a tryout at the Valencian football academy. Sadly your brother didn’t make it into the team but Ferran never stopped coming over, even though his schedule was extremely busy.

You always had a different relationship with him than your brother, one that was much calmer and more gentle. Throughout the years, friends teased you two of becoming a couple eventually and you almost believed it, until Ferran moved to Manchester to pursue his dream. You couldn’t be more proud of him and even flew over to watch his games, but it just wasn’t the same anymore. So when you heard he‘d transfer to Barcelona, the city you moved to years ago, you were so happy to finally be spending more time with him. Then, you were told he had a girlfriend.

Sira, a gorgeous girl and Luis Enrique’s daughter. Your heart sunk once he‘d told you, not because of jealousy, but because you always thought he had feelings for you too. Seemed like you misinterpreted his words and actions when you were a teenager.

For a bit more than a year you gave him and Sira more space, not wanting her to think you were jealous and tried to distract yourself with other guys. You dated one here and there, but your mind never could stop thinking about the boy you knew since you were fourteen.

„I can’t. I think she’s seeing Moha from the Barça B team.“ Ferran explained to Gavi, his hand covering his mouth to avoid lip reading.

„I don’t know him too well but I‘ve never seen him with Y/n. Balde‘s throwing a party next weekend, then you‘ll see if you fucked up or not.“ Gavi snorted but gave his friend an encouraging tap onto his back.

Even though Ferran had been happy while he was together with Sira, his feelings for you came back once she had broken up with him over a year ago. He always had been attracted towards you, having a crush as a teenager which turned into real feelings over the years you were his friend. Sira made him forget those feelings when they were together, but once the relationship started to crumble, he knew you were made to be his. The thought of you seeing Moha made his gut wrench. Sure he was a great guy, but he couldn’t let you go for a second time.

Barça won the game 3:1 with Ferran even scoring a goal. He made his signature celebration, then pointed towards the stands where you sat at. After realizing the goal was dedicated towards you, a shy smile spread across your face.

„Great game Fer!“ You complemented him once you sat in his car and drove you home.

„Thank you, hermosa. Are you busy next Saturday? Balde‘s throwing a birthday party. He told me to bring a plus one.“ Ferran grinned, still on a high from the victory and having you in his passenger seat.

„Sure I‘d love to!“ You agreed with a smile.

Saturday rolled around quickly and throughout the day your thoughts wandered back to what Ferran would like you to wear. Eventually you decided on something comfortable and were just done with getting ready as you heard a car honk outside.

„You look pretty.“ He said as you sat down and gave him a kiss on his cheek.

———

Throughout the party you felt Ferran‘s eyes on you, leaving you all flustered when he made eye contact from across the room.

Your heart beat faster when you saw him smile or when you felt him put his arm around your shoulder. Ferran wasn’t much different. He wanted to impress you, to leave you wanting him as much as he wanted you. There was for sure jealousy behind it, silently wanting to show off how good you two got along.

All went great until Moha showed up. He immediately spotted you and you two immersed into light conversation, laughing together as he whispered something into your ear. Ferran didn’t think it was funny. After he saw you two so close, laughing, you touching his shoulder, he felt the jealousy build up in his system. Maybe it was also the alcohol he drank, but something about seeing you with Moha just wasn’t right. Especially not how the two of you seemed to be so close.

Gavi came up behind Ferran, immediately knowing what his friend was thinking.

„I swear Ferran if you don’t do something tonight and tell her, she‘ll leave with him.“ He threatened but Ferran knew he was right. He put his cup down after Gavi‘s words and walked up to you, interrupting the conversation you held with the Barça B player.

„Can I talk to you? It’s urgent.“ You sensed something was up. Usually he was talkative and smiled but now he looked distressed and upset, his gaze flickering between you and Moha. Moha awkwardly smiled after greeting Ferran and stepped a bit away to give you more space.

You nodded and gave your friend an appreciative smile, when Ferran took your hand and led you outside. Even though the atmosphere between you two was tense and irritating, your cheeks heated up once his hand grabbed yours.

He sat down on a bench, secluded from the other guests and motioned for you to sit down next to him.

„I can’t pretend anymore Y/n.“ Ferran said, his voice shaking once he turned his head to face you. You became nervous even though you didn’t know what he was saying.

„Pretend what?“ You softly spoke, trying to ease the unsettling tension around you two. Your hand wandered to the back of his neck like it often did before, and played with the short ends of his hair.

„pretend that I don’t love you.“ His word made you stop, his eyes never leaving yours once he said the words.

„I‘ve caught feelings for you when we were fifteen, going on vacation together with our families, sneaking out to the pool, telling each other the most embarrassing stories. I never had the courage to tell you because I was so scared. I was scared you‘d reject me and once I moved to England, I tried to forget you. When Sira broke up with me last year, I realized all I wanted is you. For you to be my girlfriend, not my best friend. It always had been you. Please tell me there’s nothing going on with Moha, and if yes, then I‘ll let you alone, but please think about this. About us.“ Ferran took your hands in his, silently hoping you’d say something, anything. The shocked expression on your face scared him even more, already wanting to apologize for his rambling, thinking he had officially messed things up. But you on the other hand could feel your heart beat out of your chest. The teenage love just confessed his feelings for you, but mixed Moha up for one of your potential lovers.

You couldn’t put your feelings into words, so you just grabbed Ferran by the back of his neck and crushed your lips lovingly against his. He was surprised at first, then immediately kissed you back, holding you by your waist and pulling you towards him. Forehead against forehead, you smiled sweetly at each other, both cheeks flushed from the kiss you just shared.

„I love you Ferran. And I don’t want to let you go too, I want to be with you.“ You whispered, feeling the butterflies in your stomach.

„So there’s nothing going on with Moha?“ He asked rather surprised. You did understand why he would think that, but you guessed it was time to tell him.

„I‘ve spend so much time with him lately because I babysit his little sister. His parents are out of town for a while and he knew I babysit besides university.“ You grinned, gladly clearing up the misunderstanding.

„He came to me tonight to tell me his sister had a crush on my brother. That’s why we laughed so much.“

Ferran‘s eyes went wide once he realized everything was a big misunderstanding, but was even more glad that you always waited for him too.

„Oh.“ Was the only answer he could muster to which you only shook your head.

„Stick to football, you’re still not the smartest.“ You joked but Ferran acted offended.

„Hey!“ He laughed, but was quick enough to lean back in again to kiss you passionately.

„But I was smart enough to make you mine, hermosa.“

[lanafofana]

Scent Mark

Day 1 of #HalsinTavWeek let's GOOOOOOO!!! Pairing: Halsin/Tav(F) Summary: It's been a really long week. So when Halsin can no longer smell himself on Tav's skin he is...eager to rectify that fact. Rating: Explicit. Minors DNI Warnings/Tags: Smut. Scent kink and possessive behavior. P in V, fingering. No beta we die like Yonas. RIP Yonas. And look, I even put this one on AO3.

Halsin has a preternatural sense for knowing when Tav is around. It’s uncanny. It became something like a game for her, trying to catch him unawares but she never got very close before his eyes were searching for her, always landing on her with such precision she wondered if he could read her mind. 

Outside the newly finished construction of their communities' town hall she passes off the tiefling baby in her arms to a slip of a boy at her heels and sends them both off home with a forehead kiss each. She has a little extra time on her hands for once and, as she opens the door in search of her lover, she has her heart set on using every single bit of it. 

He was often late coming home these days, his hours full to bursting with the responsibilities of pulling their community together but Tav was determined to roust him from whatever task or pile of paperwork he’d buried himself under. Skirts swishing quietly around her ankles she tugged her hair loose from its unruly braid, carding her fingers through her tresses absently while she poked her nose in each room. 

It was a fine building. Large enough for meetings, with several rooms branching off the main hall for both offices and temporary accommodations for fresh transplants. Her bare feet padded quietly across the fresh wooden floors while she conducted her search and rescue. 

With the town hall construction finished the druid should in theory be free for the rest of the day and, if Tav had her way, a bit of a break in store for the weekend. Whether he would be amenable to a little vacation was another matter but Tav had a mind to use every single one of her womanly wiles to get her way. It’d been too long since she had had him to herself and she yearned for him, his touch, in a way that was becoming increasingly distracting the longer it continued. 

“My heart,” a low voice calls to her from behind a closed door. Confused, Tav swings the door open and finds her love at last, sitting at what could be considered a desk– a few mismatched planks of wood balancing on two barrels– at the back of the room, paperwork strewn about before him. He’s writing something, but pauses, quill poised, to  glance up and smile at her warmly. 

Rounding the edge of the makeshift desk as he finishes his correspondence Tav smiles when his arms encircle her waist, pulling her close until she’s perched on his lap. He kisses her tenderly while she loops her own arms around his neck, heart fluttering like it always does when he adores her with his casual affection. 

When the kiss breaks Tav pinches his chin and complains, “How do you always do that?” 

“Do what, my love?” Halsin murmurs distractedly, peppering kisses along her exposed neck down to her collar bone. He lingers there for a moment, hovering, breath hot, and inhales the scent of her skin as if she were some fine city lady wearing expensive perfume. 

“How do you always know it’s me? The door wasn’t even open.”  Halsin’s kisses are getting less chaste by the second and the feeling of his warm wet tongue licking a stripe up to her ear has her leaning into it, eyes going half lidded with desire. 

He pulls his mouth away long enough to answer, nuzzling her neck and pressing his nose against where her pulse has begun to beat erratically. “An unfair advantage I’m afraid. Remember when I told you bears have one of the best senses of smell?” 

Tav blushes furiously at the implication. “You… smell me? Gods.” Her skin breaks out in goose pimples when he grazes the delicate skin at her throat with his teeth. “I s-should, um, I should have bathed before I came. I was trying to sneak up on you.” 

“Impossible.” One of the hands at her waist travels to her thigh and squeezes the muscle through her skirt. “It’s more than just the scent of your skin. It’s,” he suddenly grabs the fabric of her dress and shoves it up around her waist only minorly surprised when he doesn’t find any smallclothes underneath. “Perfect,” he groans in appreciation with the rumbling purr of a predator, hungry for more.

“Halsin!” Tav’s eyes fly to the open door but does nothing to stop him when his hand returns to her bare leg, stroking the thick, plump flesh of her inner thigh. 

“Everyone’s gone home,” he mutters. “I could smell you the second you opened the main door. I could smell this –” Halsin’s hand slides up her thigh until his thick finger strokes her damp cunt and Tav’s breath catches. She’d been warm before but now she blazes with heat. “You have no idea how wild you make me like this,” he says into her throat. 

“You?” Scoffs Tav with a grin. “I may not have your sense of smell but I’ve got eyes. It’s been a long week watching you help build this place from the ground up. A very long week.” 

“I’ve let myself become consumed with my responsibilities as alderman,” he chases the confession with a nip to her earlobe. Halsin shifts in his seat, tugging her back against his chest. Her legs fall open and before she has time to adjust her balance he uses his knees to open them wider, exposing her completely. “Allow me to atone for it. Let me show you just how much you’ve been on my mind.”    

He spares a moment to brush her hair aside and then begins to lick and suck the nape of her neck while she shivers, nipples hardening. With one hand the druid holds her in place and with the other he dives between her legs until he finds the soft wet heat he’s been craving. 

She’s already soaking and ready for him and he’s relentless with the way he chases her orgasm under the pad of his finger. Trapped against his chest Tav is helpless to do anything but watch the lewd swirl of his finger as it circles her clit. The bulge of his erection digs into the base of her spine and she tries to use her arms to get the leverage she needs to roll her hips into his lap but his grip on her is ironclad. 

“Patience,” he growls and the warning rumbles like thunder from his chest directly into her pussy with a throb. 

“Gods, Halsin, you’re driving me crazy.” Tav feels the walls of her vagina begin to clench and exhales in frustration and want. “I was,” she gasps when he switches tactics and buries a finger into her aching hole. “I came here to seduce you , you big– ah !” Her head falls back onto his shoulder when he adds a second finger, increasing his pace. “Not the other way around,” she grounds out through clenched teeth.

Halsin’s answering chuckle is dark. “Seduction accomplished,” he tells her before sucking her earlobe into his mouth. 

Tav moans in response, another shiver richoting down her spine and he grunts when he feels her shudder against his achingly hard member. Panting, his lover begins frantically tugging at the ties of her loose blouse to free her chest and grasps at her own breasts, rolling her nipples between shaking fingers desperately.

“Good lass,” he murmurs appreciatively into her hot, sweat slick shoulder before nibbling a trail of feral kisses across her freckled skin. He spears his fingers into her tight heat roughly, thumbing her clit until she keens. 

The druid works her over thoroughly, always knowing when she’s close before switching his approach until her speech is reduced to a babble of pleas and an impressive string of curse words. 

“Don’t you dare stop!” Her breathing is ragged, her sweat damp hair sticking to her neck and Halsin’s face but he doesn’t care. He can’t get enough. The smell of her sex is heavy in the air, clouding his mind, the taste of her sweat on his tongue and the desperate whimpers he wrings from her all call out to the beast within but his focus on the task at hand remains razor sharp. 

Tav squirms, her thighs shaking when he deigns to grant her her release. She cries out, clutching for purchase on the hand he still has braced on her belly while her spine bows and her orgasm tears through her like lightning, hot and sizzling.

She sags, boneless against him and he tenderly kisses the side of her head, her jaw, the sweaty juncture of her shoulder and neck. He buries his nose in her damp hair and breathes deeply before bringing his fingers to his mouth for a taste. 

“Gods,” she breathes out hoarsely. “I’m definitely going to need a bath now.” 

The unsatiated bear within balks and Halsin can’t stop the possessive snarl he lets out. It’s been too long since their last coupling. The unintended result of which was that not only was just the mere whiff of her sex enough to completely unhinge him. But the primal instinctive urge to cover her scent with his beat like a second heartbeat his dick.   

Tav rolls her head to the side to look at him from the corner of her eye and gives him a positively wicked smile. “Keep that up, my bear, and we’ll be late for dinner.” 

Halsin’s eyes flash gold at the epithet before he wrests control of himself, the muscles in his jaw clenching. “I don’t know,” he drawls, eyes trailing down her body hungrily. “I see plenty here to sate even my appetite.” 

Tav laughs and tugs out of his grip long enough to switch positions to straddle him. He watches her with half lidded eyes as she arranges herself, hands coming to rest on the generous swell of her ass to steady her while she tugs off her blouse and tosses it to the floor.

“You say that now but I shan’t be the one to clean up after the children have wrought their reign of terror on the kitchen.” 

The part of Halsin’s brain not currently enraptured by the sway of her breasts in front of his face grudgingly concedes she might have a point. Slender fingers comb through his tawny hair, gently tugging till he looks into her eyes. She looks radiant, flushed from her orgasm and wide dark eyes looking at him so full of love he aches in an entirely different way from the neediness in his breeches. 

“You’ve never looked so beautiful,” he whispers, voice rough with sudden piercing sentiment. He loves her so entirely it nearly shakes him to the core with how it wells up to the surface in moments like this, coloring all his words and expressions with passion. He could drown in it. He has drowned it. And he will go into those depths willingly again. For as long as she will take him.  

Tav smiles slow and shy, but holds his gaze, nothing but adoration in each line and plane of her expression. “You sweet talker.” She cups his face and drags the pad of her thumb across his bottom lip causing his breath to hitch. 

When she kisses him the gentle sweetness of it makes his head spin and he tightens his grip on her reflexively. She opens her mouth to him and he loses himself in the tangle of their tongues, gorging himself on her taste. 

Tav slips a hand between their bodies to tug the laces of his breeches loose and frees his dick, giving him a few experimental strokes before lining him up to her slick entrance. 

The druid pulls back from their kiss to look at her in concern. “My heart, are you ready to take me so soon?” Foreplay is his speciality not just for the fun of it after all and he worries taking his girth without proper preparation will cause her pain. 

Tav smiles impishly. “So soon? Do you know how long I’ve waited for this?” Still holding him steady she begins to sink herself onto him inch by exquisite inch. “As I said,” she continues breathlessly. “It’s been a really long week,” she gasps, eyes sliding shut at the sensation of her wet cunt sliding over him tightly. ”I’m more than prepared for this ,” and with a shift of her hips she fully envelops him with a sigh like relief. “Gods,” she moans, pausing for a moment as her body adjusts to the thick intrusion. 

Halsin’s grip on her hips is tight enough to leave bruises, his jaw so tense she takes pity on him and leans forward to tangle her hands in his hair.  Bringing his face back to hers for a demonstration on just how ready she was for this he groans into her her opened mouth kiss when she rolls her hips into his. 

“Are you alright, my love?” She asks, setting a pace that is at once too much and not enough. 

The drag of her tight wet heat has stolen all thought from his brain but he drags his gaze from the point where they are joined to her knowing smile. “More than alright,” he rumbles, mouth dry. “Perfect. You’re perfect.” 

Tav doesn’t let his praise distract her though. She places both hands on his chest and shifts until she gains the leverage she needs to increase the pace, bouncing on his cock till she sees stars. 

Halsin’s breathing is harsh, ragged, and utterly desperate and the power of her position skitters up her spine tangling with her desire. Despite already having been at the mercy of one torrential orgasm she feels another budding between her legs at the sight of her lover’s expression of naked want. 

The druid slides one hand from her ass, over the curve of her hip, the plumpness of her belly. He continues his exploration till he reaches her chest where he palms one breast before switching to the other until both nipples are dark and stiff. When his hand continues its ascent to rest lightly at her collar bone, his long thick fingers reverent around her throat, Tav's eyes roll and her head drops back, lips parting to release a needy whine that goes directly to his balls.  

“Your, oh ! H-Halsin,” she struggles to put her words in the right order. The wet slap suction of their bodies crashing together is loud in the otherwise silent building and it turns Tav on even more. “Touch me! I–” Her words cut off as she moans, voice rising. “I’m gonna–!” 

Halsin needs no further direction. He can already feel the telltale flutter of her walls clenching on his dick and with practiced ease he thumbs her clit, feeling drunk on the tide of desire that rises in him when she lets out the most unrestrained wail.  

If her last orgasm was a lighting bolt this one tears through her like a blazing star, the force of it feels like it might be incinerating her from the inside out. Halsin plants his feet and holds her hips steady while, pistoning into her, chasing his own release with abandon. 

Tav gathers what’s left of her shattered mind and babbles a stream of nearly incomprehensible praise. “You feel so good, you fuck me so well, gods you’re perfect, perfect, perfect. My love, my Halsin, my bear, let go, my love, my heart, cum in me, gods Halsin! Yes, yes! ” 

Halsin finishes with an animalistic roar, eyes blazing gold, clutching her body to his and shooting his load into her ruined pussy. When the haze of his orgasm fades she’s peppering his face with kisses, murmuring praise against his sweaty face and nuzzling the skin of his throat tenderly. 

He combs his fingers through her sweat damp tresses till he cups her head and brings her lips to his. The afterglow of their coupling is warm and hazy with soft smiles and softer kisses. If he could he’d carve out this pocket of time and sequester the both of them in it for as long as he possibly could. Let the world tumble on without them for a time while he buried himself in the soothing warmth of her love and affection. 

Responsibilities and duty do not care to bend to his will tonight though and when Tav’s stomach gives a particularly loud growl they both smile and laugh. Cleaning and tucking himself back into his trousers takes little time so while Tav fixes her blouse and skirts he takes her hips and settles her back on his knee. She turns and gives him a raised brow, expression half mischievous and half chastising but he minds his manners. Combing his fingers through her hair and braiding it in the style she prefers now he finishes with a lingering kiss to the nape of her neck. He hums, enjoying how the scent of sweat, pheromones and sex remains deliciously thick there. 

When they leave the town hall hand in hand Tav leans into his arm, chatting about her day and pulling smiles and laughter from him with tales of what troublemaking their charges have been up to. He breathes in deeply, the bear in him well satisfied by how her scent is now thoroughly mixed with his again.

That's All Folks!

[goth-mami-writer]

♡•Feel Sick•♡ (pt.1)

~(AU) Leon Kennedy × f!Reader fic

⚠️TW⚠️: plot contains themes of age gap romance (reader is 18yo), obsessive behaviors, mild instances of stalking, coercion, emotional manipulation, and graphic smut. (Please interact with discretion ♡)

《“Honey, you're gonna have a great time. You know that Leon invites us every year! He's so proud of you for graduating-” Your mother said outside of your bedroom door that night as you were staring at the text from your boyfriend that told you he was finished with your relationship. 

Your eyes were red and watery with heartbroken tears as you screamed to be left alone and your mother tried for the millionth time to turn your locked door handle. 

You'd just gotten back from a graduation party held by one of your friends and you'd found your boyfriend there…. with another girl. Already feeling the first twinges of a heartbreak, you trudged home early from the party and your mother had followed you upstairs, telling you of your “Uncle Leon” planning to have you at his lake house for the weekend. 

But you only cared about what you saw that night with the boy you thought you'd marry someday. Stupidly. He really blew you off for another girl and didn't even bother to explain in person? He let you walk away devastated like this? Your face fell into your hands as you scrolled through the many text messages where he explained that you were just “too innocent” or “too naive” and that he wanted a “mature” relationship.

It was crystal clear what he meant. He wanted an easy girl to sleep with and that just wasn't you. 

“Sweetie, your uncle will be so upset if you-” 

“He's not my fucking UNCLE.” You screamed through the door, only to be reprimanded by your father from down the hall about your coarse language towards your mother who stood appalled. 

Your father was best friends with Leon Kennedy. Meaning that Leon was an active part of your life, especially in your earlier, growing up years. He always sent gifts on Christmas and always called on your birthday or at least mailed a card. He really was like an uncle even though your father was just his friend. But it was more than that. You trusted Leon with everything. He felt like a big brother sometimes. 

He sure did protect you like one. 

You couldn't tell your mother that you weren't coming for the weekend getaway. She was right. Leon would be devastated. The last two summers you weren't able to go because of extra curriculars with school. But here you were, staring at your breakup on a skinny screen in your hand. It didn't matter if you'd only known this guy for a few months. It felt like the world to finally have a boyfriend. You trusted him not to break your stupid heart in half. And now you felt like an idiot. 

Maybe going away was for the better. Even if it just didn't feel like it. 

~That Weekend 

You'd been quiet in the first few hours that you arrived at the lakeside residence. Your parents caught up with Leon on the back deck of the house and had their first beer of the afternoon while you were hidden away on his wooden dock next to the water. You were laid out in your bathing suit to grab some rays that you often didn't find in your hometown and had quiet music in your ears to keep you awake as you flipped through a magazine. 

You felt footsteps on the boards suddenly, and your eyes rolled, thinking it was your father here to tell you to wear sunscreen or put on some clothes. He hated you wearing a string bikini, after all. You rolled your eyes, not looking up to see who was coming, but your blood turned cold seeing Leon out the corner of your eye. 

For some reason that you were still sifting through, you were looking at him differently this summer. It's like he stood taller... Looked better…Or maybe talked sweeter than last time. He was the same old “uncle Leon” but you swore in the silence between you two now that something was…..off. 

Or different? 

But this something was making you blush. 

Your magazine snapped back up over your eyes in case you tried to stare and he laughed under a breath seeing it. He moved past your spot on the dock and stepped closer to the edge. Once you lost his gaze, you watched as he removed his t-shirt in a pull from behind his collar and your pulse quickened. 

You were in a full trance, looking over your red sunglasses to see what he was doing, becoming shirtless all of a sudden now. He looked down to the water only after glancing over his shoulder to you playfully before taking a running start to jump in the shallow end of the lake. You knew this was calculated when his large splash covered you completely in a cold shower of water. 

He heard you shriek as he surfaced back up to the top, resting his arms down on the dock beside you and then chuckled at your wet expense. You laughed at his keen way of always starting trouble and you only shook your head, wiping the water off of you in a sneer. 

“You don't have to be such a sourpuss because you got dumped, yanno?” Leon said, blowing the water off his lips as he slicked his wet hair back. 

You sighed, knowing you shouldn't have confided in your mom about that and you mentioned quietly, still flipping through your magazine that was now sopping, 

“I am not..a sourpuss.” 

“Sourpuss.” He said in a sing-song tone to mock you, making you giggle as he teased you more. 

Together, you both laughed, and your eyes began to wander amidst the moment of joy. His arms were lined in muscle, and the beads of lake water rolling down his face were….catching your attention. 

You tried to look away but you knew he wouldn't let you when he asked quickly as he still treaded water from the dockside below you, 

“You wanna go out on the boat later. You and me? Your dad's already drunk and we can talk if you need to…air out your drama, I guess.” 

Leon owned a large cabin cruiser docked at his vacation home that he often took your family out on during their seldom visits. You hadn't been out on the water in years and the idea felt exciting. Or maybe…it was just the idea of being away from your parents for a while. 

“I don't wanna bore you with my… drama.” You said quoting his words, crouching into a ball beside him and he shrugged to tell you with a soft smile, 

“Gotta make myself useful somehow. Besides-” 

You watched his eyes darken with another troublemaking idea and you began to lurch back cautiously, 

“Can't have you sulking around on my weekend.” 

His wet arms swung around you in a snatch and suddenly, before you could even shriek again, he pulled you down into the water with a mischievous grin. You thrashed in the cold water, coming up for air with a guttural chug for air and you felt him swimming beneath you. Leon heaved you upwards to hoist you onto his shoulders, piggy back style, in the cold water. 

Around him like this, you always felt so protected. Like nothing in the world could bother you while he had you so close. Sometimes, when your mind was quiet, you wondered if maybe your future boyfriend should be more like Leon but as you thought that, you tried not to blush for the first time. 

Your arms slinked around him in a huff of surrender and you cringed to your now drenched jean shorts and Converse that were waterlogged. He heard you quietly laughing to give into his fun and said with a narrowed expression that could pick you apart every time, 

“See? You know you wanna drop all the moody bullshit. Come on, now.” 

He treaded water, gently swimming you both around the dock’s edge that gleamed with the soft reflections of water and you admitted softly with your chin rested down onto his skin, 

“Yeah- yeah. Just don't let me drown out here.” 

He pulled you closer in a tug further up on his shoulders and he mentioned with his head turned as he maneuvered you both in the water,  

“You know better. Hush.” 

His cocky, arrogant replies like this did nothing to better those thoughts in your mind that you know needed to stay down like a rock beneath the water. Resting at the bottom, never to see the surface. Goddamn it, you thought as you came to terms with yourself in the silence now. 

He was attractive. And the ‘protective older brother’ feeling you held only made him more desirable. 

But this was your father's friend. He was twice your age. He was there when you still had pigtails in your hair and childhood freckles on your face.

Was this really…..okay? 

Sure, you were an adult now and on your way to college soon. But- would Leon even see you that way after all these years of growing? Or would…he see you the same as your ex boyfriend? Naive and innocent? 

But could attraction you didn't create, really be so wrong? 》

[winniemaywebber]

The Apple Tree 🌳

part 1/6

Rosie Rosenthal x Reader

(gif by @echoinyourshadow)

Y/N, a school teacher, meets Robert "Rosie" Rosenthal in the village pub.

“Oh, Lord, be careful, Harrison,” you start, already running towards the small yet gangly boy hanging off the tree branch. He laughs at your frightened expression, showing that he was just teasing you.

“I'm fiiiiine, Miss Y/N,” he giggles, swinging on the branches like a little monkey. “Look at meeeeee!” You can't help but laugh at the young boy, the sunshine on his face as he swings to and fro. His other classmates are milling around the field, playing games together such as tag, jump rope, cats cradles and someone had even chalked a hopscotch grid on the small patch of cement exposed towards the end of the field.

A rumbling sound causes everyone to look up, seeing ten planes flying up into the cloudless blue sky.

“There they go,” a girl says, the string of the cats cradle on her fingers untangling due to her distraction. “Miss Y/N, I counted ten. Was I right?”

“You certainly are right, Penelope. And let's count ten again in a few hours when they all return. Right, back inside, everyone,” you shout to get everyone's attention, clapping your hands thrice. “It's time to carry on with our reading time.”

The afternoon sun begins to cool down as the day progresses, which you're glad of. Keeping seventeen small children focused during the few sweltering days of British summertime sure was quite the task, but you did enjoy seeing their sweet faces light up at the mention of extra playtime, or even, outdoor lessons where you'd let them dig rocks, look through their little magnifying glasses at little critters and bugs they'd found, and read under the apple tree.

It's towards the end of the day that you all once again hear the rumble sound that had become all too familiar over the last few months. You pause at your blackboard, the chalk in your hand hovering over it as the sound gets louder, causing the building to shake slightly. You turn, smirking, with a twinkle in your eye as your students get ready to rush out the door, yet wait for your instruction to do so.

“Go on, then!” you say, chuckling at their excitement to see the planes land. A cheer erupts as the planes fly overhead, all the children counting in unison.

“One…two…three,” you look up, hand shielding your eyes from the sun and squinting slightly, silently hoping to see all ten planes arrive.

“Seven…eight…nine…”

“Just one more,” you whisper to yourself, teeth gritted suddenly.

“TEN! That's ten!” The kids begin cheering, some even hugging one another. You breathe a huge sigh of relief, glad of not having to explain the potential consequence of planes going missing today.

“Bye, Miss Y/N! Have a good weekend!”

“Thank you, Harrison. You, too! Say hello to your mother for me. Let her know I'll be stopping by with a pie this weekend. I owe her for fixing my skirts!” He nods, hand held out towards you.

“Picked this for you.” He is holding a shiny red apple, the first from the school's apple tree. You place a hand to your chest, suddenly overcome with emotion.

“Thank you, darling. That's so kind. Now, off you go before mum begins to worry!”

You begin to bike home, taking this opportunity to breathe in the remainder of the summer, the leaves of the trees blowing in the beautifully soft breeze. These poor Americans had only experienced two seasons the entire time they'd been here: pouring rain or unnecessarily humid and hot, which reminded you that at least England was sticking to its regular schedule. Soon enough, this beautiful weather would be a distant memory, the countryside once again turning wet, muddy and mostly sludge.

You're almost home when you spot your friend Sally running alongside your bicycle.

“Hi, Y/N,” she calls, jogging next to you. “Are you still coming tonight?”

You push the brake on your bike, coming to a stop just outside your cottage and fiddling with the gate.

“Yes! What time?”

“I was thinking around 7. We can walk there together!”

“Wonderful. See you then, doll!”

You settle into your favorite armchair once inside the house, the grill heating up your toast, the kettle about to whistle as it reaches a boil. Spreading homemade lemon curd on your toast and adding milk and sugar to your tea, you sit back down with a magazine, mulling over what to wear this evening. It was finally Friday, and the evening you'd venture to the village pub with your friends for your weekly catch up.

Standing in front of your wardrobe, you run your hands through the soft material of your favorite dresses, choosing the first one to catch your eye. A sage green dress, fitted at the waist and flowing into a beautiful skirt that you liked to think mimicked the petals of a flower. You let down your hair from the scarf that had kept it contained all day while teaching, running your hands through it as it falls about your shoulders, shining thanks to the evening sunlight streaming through your window. With one more swipe of mascara and a little dab of blush, you're ready right on time as you hear knuckles softly rap the wooden door to your tiny cottage.

“Hi, doll! Oh, you look wonderful!”

“Thanks, Sally,” you say, smiling back at her. “You do, too! Is that a new dress?”

“It sure is,” she replies, her eyes sparkling slightly.

“And would that be for anyone in particular?” You joke, poking at her shoulder slightly.

“Maybe…” she replies, wistfully. “Now, come on, I don't want to keep James waiting.”

“Oh, yes,” you respond, winking jokingly. “We wouldn't want to have James stood up.”

Arriving at the pub, you see James out front in his uniform. Sally squeals, running into his arms quick as a flash. “Hi, honey,” you hear him say, his thick Tennessee drawl cutting through the air, still unusual to hear around here. He kisses her on the cheek and winks at you. “Hey, Y/N. Good to see ya.”

“And you, James!” He opens the door for you both and walks over to the bar to join his friends who poke at him, making fun of him sweetly.

Your friends wave, gesturing for you and Sally to come over, and you sit down to join them. James runs back over with two drinks in his hand: a red wine for Sally and a small beer for you. You look up at him gratefully, thankful for his kindness and willingness to treat his girlfriend's friends so nicely.

An hour passes, you and your friends knee deep in village gossip, eyes wide and hands gesturing wildly when you notice the door open out of the corner of your eye. In walks the most handsome man you've ever seen: brown, soft curls that compliment his baby blue eyes perfectly. His mustache, trimmed to perfection, suits his face extremely well. He smiles towards his friends, showing two rows of perfect white teeth, his smile taking your breath away.

“Oh my gosh. Who is that?” You murmur to the table. All four of your companions turn their heads to get a better look, all looking back at you with the same expression. “Good golly,” one replies. “He is incredibly handsome. Shame I'm married…” she titters, hand over her mouth to stifle a giggle.

“Now, now, lady,” you tease. “He'll be back soon enough. You don't need to surprise him with an American upon his return.” You can't seem to tear your eyes away from this handsome man, though, feeling your body grow warm with every movement he makes, the heat going from the pit of your stomach up to your face causing you to have to press your cool hand to it.

The man turns around from the bar, taking a sip of his drink when he catches you staring at him. You look down at the table, suddenly embarrassed, your face reddening even more. You feel Sally elbow you softly. “Y/N, he's coming over,” she squeals. “Oh, goodness, he's coming over.”

Before you know it, he's stood in front of you with his hand outstretched towards you. “Ma'am,” he says nervously, a sweet smile on his face. “Would you like to dance?” Trying your best to not squeak with excitement and embarrass yourself, you nod, swallowing.

“Yes, please.”

You can't help but smile as he slowly twirls you around the small dancefloor, soft jazz being played on the stage opposite you.

“What's your name?”

“Y/N, Y/L/N,” you respond, hoping your hand on his shoulder will keep you upright. “And you?”

“Rosenthal, Robert Rosenthal. The fellas call me Rosie.”

“It's nice to meet you, Mr Rosenthal. What is it you do?”

“Call me Rosie, please. I'm a pilot.”

“Oh, amazing!” You reply. “The kids and I were watching you all fly back in today. We were very glad to count all ten aircraft.” He looks at you, confused for a moment. “I'm a teacher at the local school. The kids are my students,” you reassure him.

“Whew,” he blows out air from his mouth, his cheeks puffing comically. “Had me worried there.” You giggle at his expression, your eyebrows slightly raised. “Glad there's no need to duel a man over a pretty girl.”

The next couple of hours are spent sat together, sharing stories of your lives. He tells you of how he was a lawyer prior to enlisting, where he grew up and where he went to school. You share how you grew up right here, a beautiful childhood in the countryside and how you've just inherited your grandmother's cottage, working on making it feel more like your own. You can't help but smile at him, your eyes intently staring into his as he shares small tidbits of his life with you, you always being curious of places away from East Anglia.

“May I walk you home, Y/N?” he asks, as he sees you stifle a yawn and the landlord rings the bell for last orders.

“I'd love that, Rosie. Yes, please.” You turn and quickly wave goodbye to your friends, the girls quietly cheering as you leave on Robert's arm.

He holds the hand you've placed in the crook of his arm, his other hand holding his hat, allowing you to go slightly ahead of him in order to direct him. However, you walk as slow as you can to savor every last moment with him, the light of the moon shining in his gorgeous hair, the stars in the night sky looking so similar to his beautiful eyes. You walk in companionable silence, reaching the cottage within a few moments.

“Thank you for walking me home, Robert. I had a really lovely time with you.”

“Me, too, ma'am,” he replies, fiddling with his sleeve slightly. “May I see you again?”

“I'd be delighted,” you smile, blushing slightly. He steps forward and takes your hand, kissing it softly before repeating the same action on your warm cheek.

“G'night, Y/N. I sure hope I see you again soon.”

“Goodnight, Rosie.”

chapter 2

masterlist

[aliellnea]

The loving theory- Kageyama Tobio

Part 2 of my Kageyama story

Content warning: MANGA SPOILERS, angst, mention of a family members death (that's probably it for now, aside from my very watpad plot and probably my bad english), THE WORST WAY OF CARRYING A PLOT

Not proofread

PART 1

Looking out of your window you watched as the wind gently swayed the trees. Your mind was clearly not on the math homework in front of you. You was definitely going insane since your encounter with Kageyama earlier, but you couldn't get it out of you mind. Did your mother know he would be going to Karasuno? Why didn’t Miwa tell you? How come you hadn’t seen him for the past week at all on the way to school?

With a sigh, you focused entirely on the street. With the sun setting, the night lights were already on, and most people were already home, so it was fairly deserted outside. The house in front of yours had all the lights out, meaning the Kageyamas weren't home yet. You had been there so many times before that you knew the exact floorplan of the house, which was slightly different from yours. Your bedroom window was face to face with Kageyama’s but you made sure the blinds were closed almost all summer so you wouldn’t have to see him but after seeing him today you thought it was useless now.

Glancing at the clock on the desk, it read 7 PM, meaning you had to hurry and prepare dinner for you and your mother. With only one source of income, you lived quite tightly, but you made it work, even if it meant sacrificing time together. Your mother had taken on additional work shortly before the school year began, increasing the household income. As a result, there was an established routine where yoy assumed the responsibility for cooking dinner every evening.

“Oh dear that smells wonderful” said your mother from behind startling you slightly, you didn’t ever hear the door.

“Hi mom, how was work?” you said, smiling

“Same as always baby” replied your mother while kissing your head “ Actually, I just ran into Tobio how late do these boys come from practice?” added with wonder in her voice

“Did you know he chose to go to Karasuno?” you lowered the heat on the stove to speak.

“Oh god you didn’t know? I’m sorry baby I thought Miwa or him would’ve told you”

“We haven’t talked in months” you replied in a week tone

Your mother's expression softened, understanding dawning in her eyes. "I'm sorry to hear that, sweetheart," she said gently, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

"It's okay, Mom," you said, forcing a small smile. "you’ve been busy with work and everything."

Your mother gave you a sympathetic look before turning her attention back to the simmering pot on the stove. "Well, let's not dwell on that now. Dinner smells delicious. Why don't you go set the table, and I'll finish up here?"

Nodding, you moved to the cupboard to retrieve the plates and set the table once yo were done you ran to your room to take a jacket and there you saw him, in his room. He must’ve seen the light switch in your room as he looked up directly at you. He was shirtless and combined with his shocked face he waved awkwardly at you. Blushing, you took the jacket and left the room as fast as you could leaving a shocked Kageyama behind.

The image of Kageyama shirtless lingered in your mind, sending a flutter of nerves through your stomach.

Your mother glanced at you curiously but didn't comment, instead pouring steaming bowls of soup into each plate. "Everything okay, honey?" she asked softly, her eyes full of concern.

"Yeah, everything's fine, Mom," you replied quickly, forcing a smile. "Just feeling a bit tired, I guess." your mother gave you a knowing look but didn't press further.

On Monday morning, the rain painted the town. You luckily didn’t encounter Kageyama that weekend after Friday’s incident, but you spent the whole weekend thinking about joining a club. Your first choice was being a manager for the men’s volleyball club. You found the time you spent with Sugawara and Hinata quite enjoyable, and you were in desperate need of friends in this school. However, after learning that he was also in Karasuno, you kind of discarded the idea.

You looked at Kunimi and Kindaichi on the other side of the booth while sipping on your overpriced drink. The two boys were talking about their classes and the club but your mind was everywhere except their conversation.

“What’s on your mind?” asked Kindaichi

“I don’t know, I’ve been thinking of joining a club but…”

“you don’t want to run into Kageyama” interrupted Kunimi

“Was I the last one to know that he was also going to Karasuno?” you said with disbelief “anyway, how do you even know that?”

“Don’t worry, I couldn’t care less where he went” started Kindaichi “I could never play again with someone as selfish as him”

“Yu” you couldn’t help but scold

“You can’t keep defending him. I don’t care what his problem is you even tried to help him and he treated you like garbage”

“Kindaichi calm down, this is not the place for this.” Intervened Kunimi before the other boy could get more worked up “We actually know because next week we have a practice match against them”

“And?”

“Oikawa requested it. Kageyama has to play the whole match as the setter”

“Oh god, can he be more egocentric? Isn’t he old enough to get over whatever issue he had when we were 13?”

“He’s actually quite nice you know. It’s easy to play with him” you couldn’t help but roll your eyes “Okay okay no more Oikawa. Why don’t you join the club? Fuck Kageyama. Didn’t you say that there was also that lousy player? The orange haired one”

“I know but Kageyama was the exact reason I quit last year”

“And I’m still mad about that” said Kunimi.

"Aki'," you said with a hint of affection, a playful glint in your eye. "If you're so eager to kiss me, just say the word," you teased, only to be met with his playful retort, complete with mock puking sounds “Okay maybe I could do like a trial or something but, if I end up being their manager don’t be sore losers when we win”

“Likewise” answered the both of them

Even if you didn’t approve of what they did on their last tournament Akira and Yutaro had become great friends. You also kind of understood why they did what they did because after all Kageyama had been their friend and teammate for two years, they reached their limit that day. They were there on your father’s funeral and made sure you didn’t isolate yourself you were grateful to have them and still be in contact with them after choosing a different school than them.

When you left for home it was already dark outside but since it was a school night the streets were pretty calm. You always liked going on night walks, specially with Kageyama and his grandfather. They started when his health deteriorated and couldn’t join you on your jogs, but those walks became the best part of your days. If you weren’t with your father, you would be at Kageyama’s watching some match on the TV or playing outside so when he died it was also a blow for you. You tried your best to keep Tobio company and try to distract him a little, you thought you were helping him until he snaped that day.

As you approached, you spotted Kageyama walking towards his house, sporting the Karasuno jersey. He looked really good in it; you couldn't help but notice. You've always thought he looked best in darker clothes, especially with his dark hair and pale skin. Suddenly you remembered the sight of him shirtless in his room and blushed a vibrant red. He looked up and caught your eyes as you reached your door.

“I’m sorry” he almost shouted making you jump.

Flustered and caught off guard you let out a simple “Okay” and closed the door rapidly. How the fuck were you supposed to manage the club and see him every day?

[winphoria]

the moonlight & other natural phenomena (tsukkiyama)

the blossom of the spring sakura, the summer gust of evening wind, the stars of the midnight constellations, and the orbit of the moon — ever-constants in a fleeting world. as two boys follow the next chapter of their lives together, they find that they too, are one of few constants in each others' fleeting lives.

tsukishima kei x tadashi yamaguchi (haikyuu)

tags: fluff, childhood friends, friends to lovers, love confession, mutual pining, sleepovers, one-shot

now playing: ordinary things by ariana grande, nonna

1.3k words; ao3 link

Friday evening, 7:54 pm.

After what felt like forever, Karasuno High School’s volleyball team finally finished a day full of practices and drills, preparing for the next few big matches. First-year Tadashi Yamaguchi, already feeling the physical drain, stares at himself in the changing room through his locker’s tiny mirror with heavy eyes.

“Plans tonight, Yamaguchi?” A voice asks from Yamaguchi’s right, taking him out of his short daze. He recognizes the familiar voice as Koushi Sugawara, his teammate two lockers down. He also looks ready to get out of here but still manages to spark conversation as he quickly dresses.

“I’m heading over to Tsukishima’s tonight. Probably gonna do some studying for our English quiz next week.”

“Oh, that’s nice!” Sugawara shoots Yamaguchi a smile. “Hopefully it’s not all just work. Both of you deserve a break after this week.”

“Usually we end up watching a random movie or falling asleep too quickly to do anything else, honestly.” Yamaguchi laughs.

“I see…” Sugawara says, trying not to read into it. “Well, don’t work too hard, you two.” He locks up his locker and heads out to catch up with Daichi. “See you both next week!”

Back on the court, Kei Tsukishima gathers his things before heading to the club room.

“Hey, Tsukishima!” Hinata calls over from the net. It’s clear he and Kageyama have no speck of intent to leave anytime soon.

“Mm.”

“Where you going? Don’t you wanna practice a bit more with us?” Hinata asks, even though everyone knows the answer to that question already. As persistent as he is, Shoyo doesn’t see the harm in asking every time.

Tsukishima breathes out a sigh. “I’m done for today. Knock yourselves out,” he says before meeting with Yamaguchi at the door.

“See you, Kageyama, Hinata.” Yamaguchi waves before the two head out of the gym.

“Wait, are you guys gonna practice at Tsukishima’s?! Fun!!! We should totally go along with them sometime, Kageyama!” Hinata is so busy grinning at the idea of even more volleyball practice outside the gym that he doesn't notice Tsukishima and Kageyama flinch at his absurd suggestion. “See ya!”

It wasn’t exactly an uncommon occurrence for the pair to head home together, especially during peak volleyball season. In truth, Tsukishima appreciated the company.

Well, Tadashi’s company, specifically.

“I wonder what’s that about.” The team’s captain Daichi points down to the pair walking as he locks up the club room. Asahi, Sugawara, and Kiyoko look down to where he gestures.

“You noticed, too?” Sugawara replies.

“Well yeah, almost everyone has. They’ve been going home together more than usual, hanging out on weekends, coming to practice together.

“Really? I didn’t catch anything. I thought they were just really close childhood friends,” Asahi says, prompting a chuckle from Daichi and Sugawara for his cluelessness.

Sugawara takes a final look at the pair before they turn a corner. Yamaguchi is visibly giggling about something while Tsukishima looks down at him. “Their friendship… it’s sweet. I’m glad they have each other on the team.”

Saturday morning, 1:32 am.

After dinner and some time studying, the Tsukishima residence is quiet. The two boys are the only ones awake, sitting in the dark of Kei’s room watching a space documentary — the only remotely interesting thing on TV at this hour. Their respective right and left ears each hold half of some tangled wired earphones.

“God, this documentary is so dated. Pluto isn’t even a planet anymore,” Tsukishima says with a slight eyebrow raised at the film’s credibility (or lack thereof).

Unsurprisingly, Tsukishima is tuned in while Yamaguchi’s attempts to stay awake are in vain. When he does fall in and out of consciousness, he finds himself looking at Tsukishima.

By the time the documentary’s credits roll across the TV screen, Tsukishima finally notices his friend next to him — head buried in his knees, out cold.

“Hey. Movie’s over, sleepy. Time for bed,” he says to Yamaguchi as he gives him a shove. It’s a bit stronger than he intends.

“Huh?” Yamaguchi whips his head up, “Oh, yeah, that was a really good movie.”

Normally Tsukki would give a slight scoff at anyone’s attempt to save face, but with Tadashi, it just comes off as endearing.

“Come on, I’ll help you make your bed.”

Soon enough, the pair find themselves in their respective sleeping spots. Yamaguchi on the floor mattress and Tsukishima on the bed, his back to his friend and the rest of the room.

With the television off, nothing but a sliver of moonlight illuminates the room, specifically on to the back of Tsukishima’s head. Despite being knocked out 15 minutes ago, something stirred within Tadashi. He couldn’t get himself to fall back to sleep.

“Tsukki?” Yamaguchi whispers, unsure if his friend is still awake.

“Mm,” Tsukishima responds to signal some form of listening.

“Do you ever feel like the world stops sometimes?” Yamaguchi blurts out, wanting to keep Tsukishima awake for just a bit longer but unsure how.

A small pause. Tsukishima isn’t sure how to respond.

“No, not really.”

“Oh.”

A few seconds go by.

“Sometimes, in the spring, I watch the blossoms fall from the trees outside of our classroom, floating, one by one gracefully to the ground.”

“Tadashi. You don’t even have the window seat… no wonder you’ve been getting distracted in class lately.” Tsukishima manages to reply. It comes out less sarcastic than expected with his half-conscious voice.

“Right, that’s my bad.” Yamaguchi chuckles awkwardly.

A few more seconds pass. Tadashi can’t tell if he’s overthinking things.

“Other times,” he continues, “when we walk from practice, I can feel the familiar gust of the evening winds blowing through my hair strands.”

Tadashi’s restless pupils scan around the room, searching for something mundane to focus on and calm his thoughts. It’s useless, he thought, not noticing his heart beating a little faster as he hugged his pillow a bit tighter.

“Even today, coming home with you I noticed way more stars. It’s like… the sky was a painting.”

“Hm,” Tsukki mumbles. It’s unclear to Yamaguchi if he’s actually retaining any of this.

“I ask because I, um…” Tadashi starts. His eyes rest to focus on his friend’s blonde hair. His mind draws a blank. “Well, I’m not sure why I ask.”

Silence from Tsukishima. His breathing is steady, his body still. He ruminates on his childhood friend’s words.

2 am crickets begin to fill further silence through the cracked window.

I’m just rambling now, Tadashi thought, but his mind continues anyway.

“You know, it’s funny because…” He breaks the short silence again. “I notice every time I feel like the world stops… it seems that you're there, Tsukki,” Yamaguchi says, the last part much softer, almost inaudible.

But Tsukishima hears every word.

Yamaguchi isn't sensing any more half-asleep responses from Tsukishima anymore. With the words slipping out of his mouth, for some reason, he feels a little less restless. A little… lighter.

Turning to his other side, his back to Tsukki, Tadashi closes his eyes and whispers one last thought to the moon before succumbing to exhaustion.

“In those moments when it feels like the world has stopped…

I will always be thinking of you.”

[nativadron]

Autumn Breezes (Part I)

pairings: Mick Schumacher/Justine Huysman, Mick Schumacher/original female character (later, as the story goes)

tags: mick schumacher, michael schumacher, justine huysman, corinna schumacher, gina-maria schumacher

disclaimer: this work is going to have several parts that I intended to share with you part by part (I hope I can share it with you sooner since I had it already in my draft and just to find the right time to do it!). At the moment, this is part 1 for you! Enjoy!

warnings: bullying, harsh language, labelling, racism, identity covering, identity crisis, anxiety, mild violence

note: this is an art of fanfiction. all images and lines displayed in this post belong to me as the author and the creator. you can also find me on Wattpad (@Hadiwasito16). feel free to visit my works (Winds of Summer is already published there!) and hit the vote button/comment as you like! Thank you!

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London, 1958

It was a different time back then when I was still unable to learn what made my family a runaway. Things haven’t changed; I still live in the shadows. Being of German descent still makes me aware enough that I have eyes on me and they never should know who I am.

I am fourteen and never looked like I wanted to be doing my life; growing up and putting things as if they were more than a dream of thousand dreams of mine.

“Mick!”

“Yes, Dad?”

“Come! Help me with the machine, will you?”

My Dad, Michael, was a retired Air Commander of The Royal Air Force. He is now a local mechanic, opening a car shop in town and I will be a helping hand for a whole day at the weekend and I’m not even bored to do it. He is a determined worker, as he always had before. He is also selfless, knowing that a good heart will always bring goodness too.

“Dad?”

“How was it to be an Air Commander?”

Michael is sure that war stories are never a good thing to be told to children, even to his son. “There was nothing special of being a man that grew to lead a thousand men,”

“I was born to be lucky. That’s what I always believe.”

Being a fourteen-year-old kid is not something I would imagine to be some kind of exciting. For the first 13 years, I felt good surrounded by the ones I loved most. Then, I had to embrace the outside world as I started to reach my second year at a local secondary school. It is just about a mile or two from my home, so I will mostly ride my bike in the morning. Mama always packs me lunch and some snacks too, in case I have to stay longer for an extracurricular activity.

Today as any other day, I would be listed as the earlier student to get into school as I hate to be late. On my way to the classroom, I saw a girl who also caught me yesterday and the last year of my life here as a student and wondered why she was mostly spending her time alone and sitting there with her only favourite book. She seemed so content, only there was something that I couldn’t extract from her eyes but I felt sadness other than any I could recognise. If I may meet her again during the break time, I would try to make my first encounter with her and I hope I wouldn’t make it more uncomfortable for her.

“Look at now, a Shoemaker just landed!”

Unbelievable. As I think that my second year will be greater than ever, this boy and his fellow are a complete mess to ruin my day.

“As plainer as any Nazis could ever exist!”

“Even he didn’t know that he probably might be a Nazi!”

Some other students are putting this thing highly over me as they would describe me as someone of a non-English breed. It is true, only I never knew why they had to call me such. As much as I hate it, I’m still wondering too, whether I am of German descent that also got something behind it more than just an identity that made me of a man that walked this earth.

I let them by as if I never heard any mockery got my ears burned. As I turn to look at the same spot where the girl is sitting, our eyes meet and I can sense how much she gets questions about me. She doesn’t stay and walks away as the time for the class comes just right at the time.

Since I recognise myself as a bright-brainer, I never felt any class would be such an annoyance to my day. I would beat everything in a single go and pass it well. If I got stuck or found any difficulties, I would still manage to get through and done. The class is over and I run instantly out from the classroom to the school’s garden where the girl is mostly caught to spend her day there and I hope I can meet her.

As I am breathlessly trying to catch my breath, there she is, reading a book with a lunchbox in her lap. I regain all my thoughts and fix my posture before I finally walk down the path to claim my seat that is positioned across from her.

“Hello! Do you mind if I join you?”

I’ve never really been a good conversationist, but she looks at me hesitantly. She was a little bit tense, but then a welcoming smile reached her lips that offered to me and I couldn’t be more grateful to be welcomed by her. I hope this is some kind of gaining her trust towards me as I wish that this thing would go on since today’s encounter.

I unpack my lunchbox and dive instantly for the pasta carbonara that my mom made for me this morning. I also got an apple and some broccoli inside, which I am grateful for filling up my lunch break.

“That spaghetti isn’t telling much about you, I bet.”

I was about to have my first chew, but she stopped me. “Why is that? Do people measure a person’s identity from their food these days?”

She closes her book and secures it next to her. I reckon that she almost finished her lunch too, “Shoemaker, right? I bet you’re a true Englishman but not from London. You must be from The Isle of Scotland or maybe Ireland.”

I don’t care much about it as I take my first chew slowly. She waits for me, patiently and not even intimidating at all.

“Scotland? Never heard of people telling me that I am Scottish. Even worse, Ireland is far from expectation after all.”

“Really? Your name seemed fit.”

“My accent betrays me.”

“So does your appearance.”

That strikes me deeply. Fewer stings, but deep. If this is another way to get bullied, I would rather never listen to her anymore. “What do you think of me?”

“So, I’ve heard, but I don’t think less of you as any of boys did. You’re probably less English, but I never think that you are of a Nazi. What makes them define you as the lowly subject that earth ever had?”

“I am, too, not coming from here. Being Dutch is never a big thing, only I got labelled as Indische Conqueror, even though I got nothing correlated to my country’s actions.”

Her preaching weirdly touches me. I almost hate that she will be just like any other who throws a mock at my face, but she is turning out to be stuck in the same situation as I am. We are the commoners to the royals of the court, so it seems.

“I am Mick. Mick Shoemaker… as you’ve known.”

It’s always weird to be the one who offers a handshake, but she takes my hand delightfully. Her smile mirrors my comfort upon meeting her as everything began to loosen up and flow better between us.

“Justine Huysman.”

And the conversation goes on until we both realize that time makes us walk again to have another class.

I’ve grown better since I met Justine. I don’t know what it may be, but I haven’t decided any to be called feelings. I think we are fine. And I love to have her around without anything to worry about; which is, our feelings for each other.

“So, Justine… why they nicknamed you that?”

Justine shrugs, but that’s not because she didn’t get any idea of it. “Well, colonialism. Maybe you should listen to the radio daily and not stress about what you did with your Dad in his car shop.”

“Hey, it’s nothing to brag about! That’s my shared hobby with him, by the way.”

“Oh? Contradictive, it seems, considering your last name doesn’t suit your hobby in any way.”

“Stop that!”

“Okay, okay! I’m just being hilarious, that’s all!”

We’ve been riding our bikes together since our first day knowing each other. She enjoyed my company along the way on the way home, and so did myself. Sometimes, we take a different path just to make our ride last longer and feel the time well spent together. Time after time, it feels like I almost can’t think of having my day without her. But, I’m afraid. I’m afraid that she doesn’t call this anything but some kind of passable moment we have.

One day, it becomes harder to contain my burdened feelings about her. I decided to call it love. Her, as everything above stars and galaxies, is my first love.

We walk toward the sea of flowers that noon on Saturday, side by side while pushing our bikes slowly. The sun is amazingly bright but does not sting the skin. Justine brought me here and she said that this is her favourite spot to spend some time alone with her books. After quite a while, we finally sit and talk casually. I’m sharing about my work in the car shop and she tells me about her hometown back in the Netherlands. With such amazing eyes looking at me, she is sparkling with happiness and her precious memories about her past life there and I am touched.

I grow to adore her; her happiness, her sincerity, her selfless mind. And that’s the first time, without any doubt, I decided I couldn’t be a liar anymore. I can’t be hiding as I never know how to call it better when I never said the word.

“Ich hab dich lieb, Justine.”

It’s just blurted out. I don’t even feel any single guilt upon confessing my true feelings toward her.

“You spoke German?”

“What?”

“Did you just speak German?”

I knew that I shouldn’t, I knew that this would be a mistake, “I… I did.”

She holds my hand. I am looking at her, feeling extremely scared and I can feel my cheeks flushed, but then she greets me with a smile. Still, I don’t even know what it means until she envelops both of my hands and holds them all together.

“I’ve loved you first, Mick.”

And my heart never felt the same as the past weeks before; restless and blue. She puts a beat that I never want to trade for another. And I don’t feel insecure or betrayed by my surroundings for the first time.

“How?”

“I guess it just comes as a resolution of meeting someone that had the same fate in an unexpected place, Mick.” 

And I kiss her there, for the first time when the autumn breeze blows.

-

After our last meeting, I didn’t see her at school. I’ve grown weary as if I never got to see her again. What if it’s true? Or, what if she is not seeing through what we had as one?

“Hey, Shoemaker!”

I was in the middle of a hurry when all those bullies called me. I don’t spare my time for them and keep running, but they pull me out of the hallway and slam me against the wall in the bathroom.

“Don’t you dare to call us off, you Nazi!”

“I don’t have time for this, I have to go home.”

“Home? I don’t see why you have to go home early.”

“That’s why you just don’t see it why!”

“So, what? You want to run to the Nazi Dad of yours to find help?”

Nazi.

Nazi.

Nazi.

I am nothing Nazi. I have never been such.

“I am not a Nazi!”

That was the first time I called myself to hit them. I don’t care if I have to be bruised, but I will walk away free and justify how much I hate to be labelled something that I am not even a part of.

“I AM NOT A NAZI!”

I can finally feel how much I loved to stand up for myself, but they still had the upper hand and I am the minor. I have fought for what I believed I was not, yet they are still unbeatable. They knocked me out when I thought I would be the winner. It’s like I don’t have a chance to be alive anymore: to feel equal and free as I have always been.

“Blue-eyed Nazi!”

“Dirty Aryan!”

“Go back to Germany!”

I never thought I would cry wholly when they are beaming at me, madly satisfied that their mockery hits me.

How do they know that I am German?

Why did they call me a Nazi?

I don’t even know that I am an Aryan breed.

I don’t even know if I had a place I called home in Germany.

“Hey! What is going on here?!”

And that’s when the hitting stops. I can taste bile in my mouth, even my eyesight is far from better. I try to get up, but only get to fall again. But at least, I get to see Justine that stands there but still so far to reach out.

And I pass out.

-

The next time I woke up, I saw my mom with a worry-plastered face. Dad is not so different, even. Gina is the worst. I am hurt, but not so deep as my aching pride upon seeing them together here makes me even smaller.

“No, you better lay still, son.”

“Dad, it is—” Yes, it hurts. Even my eyes were barely able to see. But at least, I am not fading.

“I told you. It’s all going to be fine if you lay still.”

“Why you weren’t at school?” I know, I am supposed to worry about my condition, but I can’t let my mind slide and not ask her why she is here instead of school.

“Mick, you were being silly, you know that?”

“I—well, still, you’re supposed to be at school.”

“Stop it. Both of you. It’s not time for arguing.”

“We’re not arguing—” and that sounds weirder than ever to have the same word thrown over at the same time with a person who is not on the same page with you.

“Dad, it is not me who started all—”

“I knew you didn’t, son. You would have not.”

Still, it doesn’t give me the reassurance I want. I’m afraid he didn’t believe me. And I know that I am never good at reasoning.

“My dearest, I’d like to speak with Mick briefly.”

“I will take Gina to the cafeteria. Do you want anything?”

“No, thank you, my love. We’ll be fine.”

Dad takes a spot on the edge of the bed and sits comfortably as he lays one of his hands on my leg. He doesn’t seem to be angry with me or hold a grudge to the recent event.

“I would never ask whom or when the event happened. I just want to know if you are all right,” He knows all too well that asking for details will only ruin everything for me and I did appreciate that.

“I just want to know if our presence here is nothing to make you feel that you are smaller than the ones who did this to you. You are loved. That’s all you have to understand.”

“What if it’s not what it looks like? What if these will only make them consider that I am nothing but a weak boy?”

“You are not weak. You found help and we will always help you. Nothing will ever change that, Mick.”

It’s like time changing. Too fast, barely there to breathe and bask in. It is slipping out of my touch. Now I’m here, looking in the mirror and taking a long deep breath to start another new page of the journey. School is another thing I enjoy as the bullies are moving out. They get a bright future ahead as their parents pursue their goals somewhere better than in The United Kingdom. We made amends, though. That’s what relieves me the most.

Justine is making everything easy, too. I never ask for such a blessing to come right at me, but she sure is. And we grow closer.

“So, what’s in your head at the moment?”

We are staring at the sun above us with our eyes closed, basking in the light, with our hands entwined as we lie side by side in the grass. We never thought that months after our first encounter, it would become a thing that I would adore and nurture. I’m sure I wouldn’t be the same man if I hadn’t met her in the first place.

“I’m thinking of surviving school, of course!”

She laughs as if she didn’t intend to do the same thing. “Well, we both will! But, what’s ahead of everything we had at the moment?”

There, I am sure I haven’t thought about anything at the moment, of what lies ahead of me. It’s almost pointless and to be not disturbed by becoming a hard thinker, is surely peculiar.

“I can only say nothing,”

“Nothing?”

“But surely, I am grateful we are in the present moment. Together. Surviving.”

“Surviving… yes, we both are.”

I hold her hand, beam at the sight and feel silly for being in love with someone I used to call a friend. She smiles, surely sending a thousand watts of happiness that justifies my everlasting love for her. Maybe, in another year, I could look back and call this a fling.

Or maybe, I could let this memory alive and call this real love.

That dusk, we ride our bicycles together, side by side and holding each other’s hands. Justine is smiling all the way home and I don’t even bother to look at it for another year if God allows me.

“See you sooner, Germania!”

“See you sooner, Dutch!”

I swear that she can be the only one who called me Germania.

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“Mick! Oh, where have you been?”

“You know I won’t go anywhere far, Dad. How’s today?”

“Let me take a look at you.”

I am as red as a tomato, fell in love, and am extremely happy with the person who bought my love back. What is there to hide?

“You are… okay, I suppose?”

“Indeed, I am.” A cheeky one. I can’t even let my Dad mock me for being in love.

“Who’s the other girl?”

Oh, here it comes. “My friend. A dear friend, I could say.”

“And her name is?”

“Justine. She’s Dutch.”

“Nederlander? Are you sure?”

“Yes, Dad. She is.”

“She seems a good companion.”

“Oh, Dad, please—”

“I’m not teasing you! I know she is well-mannered and surely raised in a better family environment.”

“That is the fact.”

“All right, get washed up and be ready for dinner. Your mother is waiting for you.”

“Be there a minute, Dad!”

“So, you met a girl?”

“Seems everyone is conspiring to know about my days recently.”

“No, Mick. I saw you too, don’t you realise?”

“I bet you do.”

Even Gina is not looking less like my Dad. She is digging something. “There is nothing I could tell about her. I am trying to get to know her more.”

“I am convinced that she does the same way as you.”

“I just—I’m afraid I lost her before I knew her.”

Gina walks forward and gently squeezes my shoulders, “I don’t think she will leave you.”

“How do I know she won’t?”

“Believe is not something hard to do, is it?”

“No, it isn’t.” I smile.

“Now, that looks better! So, how about some more tea?”

“Yes, please.”

[changingplumbob]

Pancakes Household: Chapter 8, Part 2

In this part Fergus' sleepover continues then Eliza tells Bob about her pregnancy decision. It's a quick Freezer Bunny day and Iggy and Carson catch up after their scout meeting. Contains some sim spice, as usual no pixel private parts are shown.

For clarity Bob's nickname for Eliza is Jumble, and Eliza's nickname for Bob is Sleek. I'll try to capitalise them when they're being used as names to make any translations easier.

Eliza: Kids! Come eat! Bob left waffles

Drake: Sweet

Fergus: Did Atlas just disappear

Eliza: He left, he’s not coming back

Fergus: OMW mother what did you do

Eliza: Nothing! He was coughing and his mum rang and said she tested positive for Llamaflu and thought he should get home and rest just in case

Kelly: I hope he infected us all, it’s what I would do

Iggy: Fergus why are your friends so weird

Drake: I’m sure your friends are more weird

Ginger: *whines* just drop a corner, come on, give me a taste of waffle

Iggy: Kelly? Weren’t you just here

Kelly: It’s called a sleepover and if it goes well the watcher will count it as one of needed three gold sleepovers

Iggy: I’m not sure that’s how the watcher works

Kelly: How would you know? Had a conversation with them have you

Iggy: Just about how annoying you are

Eliza: Ginger? Where are you?

Ginger: *barks happily* 🎵trash, oh glorious TRASH🎶

Eliza: Ginger did you come outside?

Ginger: *barks happily* 🎶Trash I love you, oh trash I do🎵

Eliza: GINGER! We do NOT play in trash! Are you a common stray? No, you are meant to be domesticated. Get your paws OUT

Ginger whines sadly, learning not to play in the trash.

Eliza: There there, it’s okay. You’re still the best girl around here

Eliza: Lets go give you a bath before Bob decides you smell great in trash scents

Fergus: It’s called- mother, why are you here

Eliza: It is my house, I need good light

Fergus: But this is my sleepover

Eliza: Relax Fergus. I’m nearly done then I’ll leave you three in peace

Drake: Knew we should have done this at my house

Kelly: To bad you were to stupid to book this weekend first

The kids bicker and Eliza once again wonders how any of them call Kelly their friend.

Drake: I hope Atlas will be better for school

Fergus: The family always get their vaccinations, they’ll be fine

Kelly: Unless they all die

Drake: You don’t seriously think that

Kelly: Maybe they’re getting a visit from Grim right now, he’s going to get us all

Fergus: Oh yeah? Is Grim going to get Anya then?

Kelly: Obviously, Grim means business

Fergus: I forgot to tell you, I’ve joined the drama club

Drake: Why

Fergus: Just had a whim to try it

Kelly: Yeah I have whims to but they’re normally stuff like, make enemies

Drake: Do you actually have any enemies

Kelly: *sighs* it’s not for lack of trying, believe me

Fergus: Plus look at those two on the TV, they’re our age and they would have made money from this

Drake: Their parents probably forced them to do it

Kelly: Parents are the worst

Fergus: Make that all adults *titters* I’m an adult and you need to do what I say

Drake: If you don’t you’ll be sent straight to bed

Kelly: With no supper to wither and starve

The three wind themselves up with their impersonations and eventually have to give up on the film after missing what was even happening.

Fergus: Okay, story time! Come here Ginger, you can help

Drake: Why is your dog half inside your sleeping bag

Fergus: Dogs belong everywhere, don’t question it

Kelly: This better be scary

Fergus: Actually I’m going to tell the tale of a pirate

Drake cheers while Kelly boos. Fergus launches into his adventurous tale anyway. He has fun and the boys can see he’s practicing for drama club already.

We had some minor game glitches (by minor I mean it took between 1 and 2 hours of mod testing to find the culprit) so if there’s some continuity errors we will all just roll with it.

Bob arrives home happy. He had a stern critic come by the restaurant and rather than bore them with the house staple he decided to make them some comforting mac and cheese. He didn’t lose any job performance, so he calls in a vacation day for tomorrow. He sneaks inside past the sleeping kids and goes to find his wife.

Eliza: And that is why your only choice can be to invest in the company

Bob: I’m convinced

Eliza: You’re home, finally! Let’s get it on

Bob: Can we talk first

Eliza: Sure. What is it Sleek?

Bob: Have you thought about if we’re going to properly try for another pregnancy

Eliza: *sighs* I have thought about it

Bob: Do we have a verdict

Eliza: Lie back, get comfy, and listen

Bob climbs on the bed and Eliza begins to speak between kisses.

Eliza: I want another kid with you. I do. But I’m proud of what I’m achieving career wise right now. This next promotion will take a lot of work. If we get pregnant, then we get pregnant and I will love our child, but for now my focus needs to be on upskilling myself

Bob: I think you’re very skilled already

Eliza: *smirks* I can hardly use these skills in the boardroom. But I’ll make you a promise

Bob: I’m listening, I am a captive audience after all

Eliza: If we don’t get pregnant by the time Fergus is a teenager, we can start properly trying again. Will you be okay with that?

Bob: I can be. I love you. I want you to be happy

Eliza: Believe me Bob, right now you are making me very happy and… *chuckles* yes it feels like I’m making you happy to

The conversation draws to its natural conclusion, woohoo. The next day is Freezer Bunny Day and the slumber party kids wake up pretty early.

Eliza: Have you lot had breakfast already?

Fergus: Of course mother

Eliza: Are you alright Kelly? You don’t look too flash

Kelly: Bloody Atlas must have infected me before he left

Eliza: I think it’s time to head home then. You to Drake

Fergus: Mother what time is the holiday ceremony

Eliza: Not until 10, we have some time

Bob: I wanted waffles for breakfast

Eliza: You could always make some more

Bob: No point, I’m doomed to be sad

Eliza: Have some of this trout with me, you did a great job with it

Bob: Really?

Eliza: It’s excellent, I promise

The two eat and flirt some more before Eliza gets up to wash the dishes.

Eliza: I can feel you staring at my ass Sleek

Bob: But it’s such a fine ass

Eliza: I’m glad one of us appreciates this unshifting baby weight

Iggy enters the kitchen and Bob decides to pull Eliza aside to keep talking.

Bob: I’m sorry you’re unhappy with it, but I do love the curves

Eliza: I know you do, I just wished I loved them more. I mean looking at me, who would know I’m fit

Bob: Don’t worry about what other people think, to me you’re the most beautiful sim in the world. Remember what I told you last time you felt like this

Eliza: *sighs* That me being curvy was a sign of love? Love for the food you make and love for the lives I brought into this world

Bob: Exactly. You know I met this stunning girl in university who told me, weight doesn’t equal worth, and it helped me beyond measure

Eliza: She sounds like a catch

Bob: *chuckles* why do you think I married you before some other sim could. Now come on, or we’ll be late

After the Freezer Bunny Day ceremony Eliza goes to practice her skills and Bob searches for Ginger. She is very dirty so Bob decides the smartest thing to do is wait until after a jog to give her a bath.

Fergus: Did you check the couches

Iggy: Yes, I found a couple. Did you look in the laundry bins

Fergus: I don’t think the Freezer Bunny would put eggs in dirty laundry

Iggy: Yet you said we needed to check the toilets

Fergus: You’ve been pranked!

Iggy: How could it be a prank if I found an egg there

Fergus: *huffs* stupid Freezer Bunny

Bob: We did the jog, no more avoiding, it’s bath time

Ginger: *whimpers* but I don’t even know how I got dirty

Bob: I’m sorry. If it was up to me you could stay dirty forever. But we need to think of the others in the house, and they don’t enjoy dirty dog smell

Ginger: *whines* but I just had a bath yesterday, infants don’t even get bathed daily

Bob: Guess we’ll do this the hard way then

He scoops up Ginger and carries her to the bathroom, all the while she yaps in protest.

Bob: See, if we keep the harness on we can clean it at the same time. Eliza had to get me to stop showering with my clothes on, but it saved time so it was hard to convince me not to

Bob places Ginger down and she immediately begins flinging off all the loose water. Bob tries to avoid it but a puddle appears. He decides it will dry by itself. Carrying Ginger in to the lounge he sets her down and switches her into he collar.

Bob: There, clean and fashionable

Iggy brings Carson with him after scouts. Harvey is going to swing by for dinner and pick him up then. They do the secret scout handshake and reflect on the meeting.

Carson: I can’t believe you found that super rare badge

Iggy: I can’t believe they dropped it. I’m glad the troop leader knew who it belonged to though and was able to get it back to them

Carson: You definitely couldn’t have kept it, the leader would know you didn’t earn it

Harvey: I saw your wife tuning up the doorbell

Bob: I knew there was probably something I forgot to do

Harvey: Are you looking forward to your birthday tomorrow Iggy?

Iggy: Yes! Though it sucks Carson can’t age up at the same time

Carson: We are technically the same age after all. Promise me you’ll still come to my birthday party when I have it

Iggy: Absolutely!

Bob: Food everyone! Come and get it!

Iggy: It looks great dad. Mother are you... smoking?

Eliza: I’ll be fine. I just got electrocuted by the doorbell

Bob: Are you sure you’re okay? Maybe you should lie down? With soup!

Eliza: I’ll be fine Bob

Fergus: Wait… if both of you are Llamacorn scouts... why don’t you have matching uniforms?

Iggy: I don't have an answer (and neither does the watcher)

Previous Part ... Next Part

[fritextramole]

cheap wine in expensive glasses

part 3 of a Dan Humphrey playlist - best heard in order

tracklist and quotes under the cut

Wildwood Flower ~ June Carter Cash

I will dance, I will sing and my laugh shall be gay I will charm every heart, in his crown I will sway When I awoke from my dreaming my idol was clay All portion of love had all flown away

Tonight I Feel Like Kafka ~ Jealous of the Birds

Wake up tomorrow and my room's the same Wanna pierce my nipples and go dancin' in the rain No more cyanide kisses, I'm methylene blue

Magnolia ~ The Essentialists

Hey Magnolia what's on your mind And I was thinking I was thinking we could make it this time But you're gone

Undo ~ The 1975

No, I didn't even see you when I liked you No, now I ain't got no time Girl, I wanna see you undo it

Saw You in a Dream ~ The Japanese House

I saw you in a dream You had stayed the same You were beckoning me Said that I had changed

Sweet Strange Days ~ Kate Lomas

Like a sweet teen straight outta school I’m under the influence And I really really like it

Devil Town ~ Cavetown

Hold my hand tight, we'll make it another night I still get a little scared of something new But I feel a little safer when I'm with you Falling doesn't feel so bad when I know you've fallen this way too We're all dead in Devil Town

Kiss Her You Fool ~ Kids That Fly

Don't be afraid, dreams aren't found they're made

Cecilia And The Satellite ~ Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness

I locked myself in a hotel room Then waited all night for the walls to move I loved some girls that I barely knew I've made some friends, and I've lost some, too

White Wedding - Pt. 1 ~ Billy Idol

Take me back home, yeah Hey little sister, what have you done?

I'm a Mess ~ Ed Sheeran

Late last night Drinking to suppress devotion With fingers intertwined I can't shake this feeling now

You Already Know ~ Bombay Bicycle Club, Kathryn Williams

One more bus home, another silent weekend You said love was painted gold Like all things growing old The paint peels and slowly falls

Grandma's Hands ~ Bill Withers

But I don't have grandma anymore If I get to heaven I'll look for Grandma's hands

Beautiful Boy (Darling Boy) ~ John Lennon

I can hardly wait To see you come of age But I guess we'll both just have to be patient 'Cause it's a long way to go

Keep An Eye On Dan ~ ABBA

And he loves his dad And I loved him too

Smoke Signals ~ Cavetown, Tessa Violet

I wanna live at the Holiday Inn Where somebody else makes the bed We'll watch TV while the lights on the street Put all the stars to death It's been on my mind since Bowie died Just checking out to hide from life And all of our problems, I'm gonna solve 'em With you ridin' shotgun

Tonight ~ Richard Hawley

Might take the car up to the hills, and watch the city lights below

Sweet Jane ~ Garrett Kato

Smokey days Hanging outside in the pouring rain Feelin' like the home where you once stayed Has washed away

Cursive ~ Billie Marten

I'd walk the corners Of my empty mind But I'm full of darkness With the loneliest of light And we'll be fine, there is an end It hurts to fall back again

In Time ~ Dizzy

You and I, like black and white We don't see eye to eye But two wrongs don't make it right Will never make it right I'm missing the way it was We were wrapped up in a teenage buzz

[corpsraven]

Simon Riley x Reader

Hope you like.

Simon was begging Price to talk to his superiors to let him take a short turm leave so he could be there for his first childs birth.

Price said he left a message on there voicemail but that is really all he can do. Sir, please just try again, please? Price said to him calmly but Sturn. Okay okay, but only because I owe you one. This time when he called some one did pick up. Ghost was internally panicking. Okay.....thank you. And price hangs up the phone and turns to ghost. They said you have only one month but your weekend visits have been taken for the next 4 weeks after your month is up.

Ghost did not like that. Having to take a month of not seeing his new family after he sees his baby being born. Damn...... Fine, thank you sir.

Ghost gos to pack up and head home. Ghost gets on the first plane back to the UK. While on the plane he sets up his laptop and calls you. He has his mask on for security purposes but only for this flight. It's a small private military cruise plane.

You answered right away knowing who it was. Ello love. Hi honey, are you ok? Why do you have your mask on? You said worried. I'm on my way home right now, I want to be there with you when our baby is born.

You smile feeling like you could cry. Oh pregnancy hormones again. Sorry for tearing up. You said wiping your cheeks.

Simon smiles under his mask. I love you. I'll be home soon. He said sweetly in his gruff voice you loved so much. After you guys hang up he sits back to take a nap sense he has not slept the night before due to his planning on what he would say to price to get him to let him come home.

You knew it would take him 6 hours to get home. So you started to get some things ready for him to come home. And you had to take quite a few brakes. You sighed dramatically and sat down. Stupid Braxton Hicks contractions. You just calmly took long deep breaths through you nose and out your mouth.

Simon got off the plane and took off his mask to blend in his home town. He drove for 1 hour and just when he was about to turn onto his road he got a call from his mother in law.

Mil-simon are you off the plane yet

Simon-yes I'm on my street, why? Is something wrong?

Mil- get your ass to the hospital, she's in labor, gotta go bye.

Simon immediately did a sharp U turn to the hospital. he was only 15 minutes away. He sped his way to the front of the hospital ran in asked where you were and ran to your room. A doctor was standing outside with people getting ready to help with the birth the doctor turned to Simon. Are you the father? Yes let me in now. He stated.

He barged in your room and ran to your side. You were breathing hard sweating. by the time you got to the hospital there was no time for pain meds so you had to push through it. And with Simon you knew you could do it.

Ok Mrs.Riley it's time to push. After 4 hours of labor and 4 strait minutes of pushing you had a beautiful baby boy. Simon named him Vincent after his favorite actor. Vincent Price. And you gave him his middle name Sarus. Simon was happy, as soon as he held his son, father mode turned on.

When Simon drove his little family home he was smiling the whole time looking in the rear view at the back seat watching you love and lovingly talk to your baby. As soon as you both got home you put your son in his new bassinet the attaches to your shared bed. I will watch Vincent you go shower and sooth your sore body. Simon said softly as to not wake the sleep infant next to him.

And as soon as showers, food, and entertainment was ready and set you two lay in bed cuddling. When the baby would cry Simon got you everything untill you fully healed. He would bring you the baby for feeding, get you everything to change the baby unless it was his turn to change.

He is getting to spend a whole month with his new little family. He was so ready for this brake.

I know cringe, crap, and blah blah blah. It was hard thinking of all the stuff to put as I was and still am half asleep and stressed. But don't worry I spring back. Enjoy your lovely day my little pebbles.

[midnighthangintree]

Eras Tour Setlist and Surprise Songs (as of May 5, 2023)

I figured with this weekend being Nashville I should update this month old post. 

Taylor Swift

Tim McGraw - March 17

Picture to Burn

Teardrops on My Guitar

A Place in this World - April 22

Cold as You - April 23

The Outside

Tied Together with a Smile

Stay Beautiful

Should’ve Said No

Mary’s Song

Our Song - March 24

I’m Only Me When I’m with You

Invisible

A Perfectly Good Heart

Fearless (Taylor’s Version)

Fearless

Fifteen

Love Story

Hey Stephen

White Horse -  March 25

You Belong With Me

Breathe (feat. Colbie Callait)

Tell Me Why

You’re Not Sorry - April 21

The Way I Loved You

Forever & Always

The Best Day

Change

Jump Then Fall - April 2

Untouchable

Forever & Always (Piano Version)

Come In with the Rain

Superstar

The Other Side of the Door - April 28

Today Was a Fairytale - April 22

You All Over Me (feat. Maureen Morris)

Mr. Perfectly Fine

We Were Happy

That’s When (feat. Keith Urban)

Don’t You

Bye Bye Baby

Speak Now

Mine

Sparks Fly

Back to December

Speak Now - April 13

Dear John

Mean - April 15

The Story of Us

Never Grow Up

Enchanted

Better than Revenge

Innocent

Haunted

Last Kiss

Long Live

Ours - March 31

If This Was a Movie

Superman

Red (Taylor’s Version)

State of Grace - March 18

Red

Treacherous - April 13

I Knew You Were Trouble

22

I Almost Do

We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together

Stay Stay Stay

The Last Time (featuring Gary Lightbody of Snow Patrol)

Holy Ground

Sad Beautiful Tragic - March 31

The Lucky One - April 2

Everything Has Changed (featuring Ed Sheeran)

Starlight

Begin Again - April 23

The Moment I Knew

Come Back… Be Here

Girl at Home

Ronan

Better Man

Nothing New (featuring Phoebe Bridgers)

Babe

Message in a Bottle

I Bet You Think About Me (featuring Chris Stapleton) - April 30

Forever Winter

Run (featuring Ed Sheeran)

The Very First Night

All Too Well (10 Minute Version)

1989

Welcome to New York

Blank Space

Style

Out of the Woods

All You Had to Do Was Stay

Shake It Off

I Wish You Would

Bad Blood

Wildest Dreams

How You Get the Girl - April 30

This Love

I Know Places

Clean - April 1

Wonderland - April 21

You Are in Love

New Romantics

Reputation

…Ready for It?

End Game (featuring Ed Sheeran and Future)

I Did Something Bad

Don’t Blame Me

Delicate

Look What You Made Me Do

So It Goes…

Gorgeous - April 29

Getaway Car

King of My Heart

Dancing with Our Hands Tied

Dress

This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things

Call It What You Want

New Year’s Day

Lover

Forgot That You Existed

Cruel Summer

Lover

The Man

The Archer

I Think He Knows

Miss Americana & the Heartbreak Prince

Paper Rings

Cornelia Street

Death by a Thousand Cuts - April 1

London Boy

Soon You’ll Get Better (featuring The Chicks)

False God

You Need to Calm Down

Afterglow

Me! (feat. Brendon Urie of Panic! at the Disco)

It’s Nice to Have a Friend

Daylight

Folklore

The 1 (era opener as of 3/31)

Cardigan

The Last Great American Dynasty

Exile (featuring Bon Iver)

My Tears Ricochet

Mirrorball - March 17

Seven (spoken)

August

This Is Me Trying - March 18

Illicit Affairs

Invisible String

Mad Woman - April 15

Epiphany

Betty

Peace

Hoax

The Lakes

Evermore

Willow

Champagne Problems

Gold Rush

‘Tis the Damn Season

Tolerate It

No Body, No Crime (feat. Haim)

Happiness

Dorothea

Coney Island (feat. the National) - April 28

Ivy

Cowboy Like Me - March 25 (with special guest Marcus Mumford)

Long Story Short

Marjorie

Closure

Evermore (feat. Bon Iver)

Right Where You Left Me

It’s Time to Go

Midnights

Lavender Haze

Maroon

Anti-Hero

Snow on the Beach (feat. Lana Del Rey) - March 24

You’re on Your Own, Kid - April 14

Midnight Rain

Question…?

Vigilante Shit

Bejeweled

Labyrinth

Karma

Sweet Nothing

Mastermind

The Great War - April 14

Bigger Than the Whole Sky

Paris

High Infidelity - April 29

Glitch

Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve

Dear Reader

Hits Different

[casspurrjoybell-23]

LOST and FOUND - Chapter 7 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

I unlocked the door to the bookstore for the first time since Harrison had died.

I slowly walked into the dark store and went searching for the light switch.

I hadn't been here in a long time but I remembered where everything was from being here countless times in the last seven years.

I went behind the front counter and flipped the switch.

The whole room lit up, showing the full bookshelves and empty tables.

Everything looked to have a layer of dust on it and I was ashamed that I had let the store that Harrison loved sit in this state.

The store had been his pride and joy.

It had been called Harrison's Books for as long as he'd had it... until we got together.

He'd surprised me by having the name changed on our anniversary.

It was a big deal because usually he wouldn't spend money on something like that when he had a perfectly good sign before but he'd blindfolded me and brought me to the outside of the shop to show me the new sign.

I pretended to be a little annoyed with him at first because that was the only way I knew how to hide my embarrassment that he had gone through all that trouble just for me.

He'd seen right through me though because of my red cheeks.

So for the last six years it had been Beau's Books.

I hated passing by the bookstore when I was going around town because it was not only a reminder of Harrison but also of how he had loved me so much that he changed the name of his store for me.

I looked around the store and within a few seconds some tears started trickling down my cheeks.

I was getting really tired of crying.

I sighed and sat down in the chair that was set up at the front counter.

I put my head in my hands and tried to get myself under control.

I felt like the presence of Harrison was everywhere here.

This had been his whole life, it had been practically his whole being.

The store meant everything to him and I had let it gather dust for months.

I wanted to run outside and never come back but at the same, I wanted to stay and bask in the feeling of being close to Harrison once again.

I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to think of one of the happiest moments with him.

********

I sat on the couch, my legs bouncing up and down anxiously.

I turned around to peek through the blinds every couple seconds but Harrison still wasn't home.

My cell-phone sat quiet on the coffee table even though I had called him twenty times now and called the store ten times.

I chewed on my lip and checked the time on my phone.

He should have been home hours ago.

I wondered if I should call the police.

It wasn't like Harrison to do this.

I had been living with him for three months now, after it just became too much for me to travel all the way here every weekend to be with him.

We'd only been dating for a month before I moved in but it didn't feel too fast to either of us.

My parents had both been against it because they thought Harrison was too old for me but after just a few weeks of dating him I knew we fit together like two puzzle pieces.

Harrison would never want me to say something so cheesy but that's the way I felt.

And coming home late just wasn't like him.

Sometimes I went to the bookstore with him and sometimes I stayed home with Sherlock.

But today I had a few surprises planned and wanted to stay home to get them ready.

I had no clue where he was though.

Tears started pouring down my face because I didn't know what to do.

Harrison would have known what to do in a situation like this.

He would know whether or not to call the police.

I heard the door unlocking and gasped, trying to get my breathing under control.

Harrison walked in and stopped with one hand on the door when he saw me in tears on the couch.

"Where have you been?" I screamed, fists hitting the couch cushions.

He dropped his keys in the dish by the door and closed the door behind him.

"Beau..."

"Where? What have you been doing? Fucking some other boy? Huh?"

He slowly came over and kneeled in front of me, hands on my knees.

"Sweetheart, breath. It's alright."

I shook my head, snot dripping onto my lips which I frantically wiped away with my sleeve.

"It's not alright. I've been calling you. Your phone was turned off. Why? Why?"

"Shh."

He rubbed his hands back and forth on my thighs.

I tried to calm down and frantically wiped my face.

I knew Harrison didn't like when I acted like this but he was being much calmer than he usually was when I had an 'immature outburst'.

Normally he would have already had me bent over his knees by now.

I was about to ask where he had been again but calmer this time, when he began talking.

"Today's my birthday. I'm...fifty," he said, not looking me in the eyes.

"I know." I sniffled. "I baked you a cake."

He looked up with a curious expression.

"You did?"

"It's probably not very good," I admitted.

"I'm sure it'll be great," he said with a slight smile.

"Don't lie," I said, giggling and he smiled wider.

"Alright. It'll probably taste horrible but I'm going to eat it anyways."

A grin split my face and I touched his cheek lightly.

My expression became serious again and I said...

"You still didn't tell me where you've been."

He sighed.

"I took the day off. I went around town and just...thought about stuff, the last fifty years of my life."

He ran a hand through his graying hair.

"Today it really sank in how much older I am than you and it... scared me."

"Scared you?" I asked quietly and he nodded.

"You mean so much to me, Beau but I'm worried that you're wasting the best years of your life with me. You don't get to mess around and go to parties, be a kid. There's guys out there that are your age that you could fall in love with, get married to and have kids with. You know I don't want to get married and you know I don't want kids. I feel like I'm holding you back."

Tears had started to fall again as I heard his words and looked at his serious expression.

"Are you breaking up with me?" I whimpered and his mouth fell open.

"No, sweetheart, no."

He rubbed my knee soothingly.

"I guess what I'm trying to say is, I don't see why you're wasting your time with an old guy like me."

I scowled and punched his shoulder.

"Don't say that. I'm not wasting my time. I don't want a guy my age. I don't care about getting married or having kids. I just want to be with you. I love you."

"You do?" he asked with a surprised expression.

"Yes, you idiot," I exclaimed.

"I love you too," he admitted.

I leaned forward and kissed him hard on the lips.

I pulled away and gave him my most serious expression.

"Don't do that again, okay? I was worried sick. I thought you were dead in a ditch somewhere."

He chuckled and got up to sit on the couch next to me.

"You're not getting rid of me that easily."

I crawled into his lap and huffed.

"I'm never getting rid of you. You're stuck with me."

"Good. Because you're stuck with me."

He kissed the top of my head and wrapped his arms around me.

Later we ate the cake I made and it was just as terrible as we both predicted but like he said he would, Harrison ate it, anyway.

I vowed to never make a cake again though and he agreed to splurge and only buy them from now on.

We made love and the whole awful day was forgotten.

Everything was perfect.

I was with my soulmate and I had no intention of ever letting him go.

[ripperdoc-is-daddy]

Menace to his sanity

TW: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, Mafia Typical violence, S3xual and non S3xual intimacy, S3xual and non S3xual language, flirting, S3xual aggression, Bickering, S3xual situations, masturbation, implied S3xy times, threats, brats, pettiness, food mentions, eating to soothe, 420, kick to the nads, snogging, pettiness, Soft Boi Sanemi, Crude Humor, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT PERMISSION TO REPOST OR TRANSLATE DENIED

Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3 Pt. 5

You had returned from your cozy weekend with your on-again boyfriend, Sanemi Shinazugawa. The knowledge of him being a mafioso or whatever has been explained to you in as much detail as needed for your understanding. Your life had changed so much since your abduction and reconciliation. He knew you were still angry about having been taken without your permission but that was in the past and he was doing his damnedest to fix the errors of that past. Beginning with moving you into his luxurious house. You weren't entirely sure if you were ok with giving up your freedom of movement completely but laying here on his couch in the heavily, secured and traditionally Japanese setup mansion told you that you were just going to have to find a way to accept that now.

You still had your job, thankfully, and were able to do your normal routine. On the surface, things looked ok. The reality was that you were a caged Bird of Paradise. It was a really nice cage though, not that it made it any better. Sanemi had a set of rules you had to follow to keep you "safe". A lot of them required asking his permission to do things. Wanted to be photographed from the front in something that could be publicized? Had to ask him. Actually, most of the new rules centered around you being seen in public. He really didn't want your identity a common knowledge thing. You asked about that because initially, you were not going to go along with this bullshit but he clarified that he wanted this done like how they were back in his home county. You would have your normal life but you would also possess knowledge of what he did in his daily life so he needed you to be safe and smart about it.

The purpose of the rules ensured you kept a safe distance away but could also attend functions, as a plus one with the formality that was required of a proper Anesan. There was so much going on with these new adjustments you had taken to watching PD PowerPoints about mob structure where he was from; to get an idea of the image you were to present. From what you gathered, there wasn't any public image for the women, but privately, you were to be his comfort. Running your home like a perfect wife and the perfect hostess to his guests. In turn, he would keep y'alls domicile protected like a fortress while providing for you.

This was complete and utter bullshit. You set down your mimosa and your tablet that you had been using for research. Standing up furiously and stretching. One thing that had changed was that you were definitely angrier now. You prided yourself on your individuality and here you were expected to act your role in the patriarchy. If only you screamed as much outside as you did inside. Why the hell were you going along with this bullshit?

This question had haunted you for the entire 2 months since the reconciliation and your welcome into "The Family". Seriously why did they refer to themselves like that? Was that just something they said to keep it vague around the women? You threw your hands up and stomped upstairs to get dressed for the day.

Your headspace was pretty fucked up so you decided to keep it casual. Black crop top, a black Tech wear harness that covered your shoulders, black cargo pants, black socks, and bright gold high tops. They had lights in the bottom which made you happy. You got dressed quickly and hurriedly walked downstairs to leave before he comes home. Needing space to think and sort this shit out.

A smile breaks over your face as you can taste your freedom. Not like you weren't free to go about as you pleased, you just had to notify him of where you were going so, he knew. Which you were NOT doing this time. As your fingers wrapped around the silver handle you inwardly cheered. Sooo close! The door pushed back against your hand and you jumped back not expecting it to move on its own. It was not automatic and there was no pressure plate. This could only mean…

You swore loudly and stepped aside. Waiting for him to enter. After a short pause, he did. "I'm home." he greeted you warmly, pulling down his face mask and looking at you lovingly. "Yaaaay." you sarcastically said with zero enthusiasm. He hummed and stood in front of you with his eyes on yours. "Is there a problem?" Sanemi asked as he blocked the doorway with his frame while taking off his cufflinks.

Never breaking eye contact with you. "Nope," you say dismissively. He chucks his silver and black cufflinks at you. You catch them on reflex and glare at him. Walking back to set them on one of the side tables in the entryway. Returning to the front entrance with every intention of leaving. A gold shoe tapping expectantly on the marble flooring, waiting for him to get the hint. He slowly turned his head to look behind him at the well-manicured lawn that was hidden from the rest of the world by large Japanese Maples and Pines. A massive Wisteria and koi pond were the highlights.

"You going outside?" Sanemi asked unsure of why you were being so cold. He wasn't expecting the loving reception you used to give him anymore but this was unusually cold. "Yep, can you move? Now." you were asking him rhetorically; he was sure of that. The beefy, heavily scarred, and tanned man stepped off to the side to give way to your much shorter and lithe self. Your dark sienna skin draws his gaze away from your dark brown eyes. He took inventory of what you wore. It was a simple look but very cute. Seemed you were channeling an industrial vibe today. Your hair was up in two puffs on either side of your head with red bands holding them.

"Where you off to?" he inquired. "Out." was your blunt reply. He sighed and looked up at the ceiling as you passed him. As much as he wanted to rein you back in, he knew he had to let you process things your way otherwise he would lose you again. Permanently. Pinching the bridge of his nose he felt the small breeze that formed as you hastily made your exit. He watched your retreating back with a side eye until you disappeared from view in your modest little Silver, black leather interior Audi A6 Quatrro. Once your vehicle was completely out of sight, he punched his front door, swore a storm then slammed it shut.

Meanwhile, you were now dead set on living your best life now that you were free of your self-imposed (kinda) prison. Blaring your music, you whooped at your boldness. Before you would never have behaved like that towards Sanemi. Now? Ohohoh! You did this just to rebel against the bullshit archaic rules he demanded you follow. Your tunes were interrupted with a call from your boyfriend. A quick debate formed in your head on the pros and cons of picking up. You decided you would catch less grief if you just responded, but at the last ring to satisfy your need to be a pill.

"What?" you asked him aggressively. "Is there a reason you are being a complete bitch today? You cycling?" he asked matching you. You glared at your center console not giving him a response. "Well? It's a valid question. You have PMDD. We both know you are aggressive as hell when you are." he pointed out with slightly less anger present in his voice. "No. I'm not. Not that I remember. Check the calendar?" You asked him unsure. Your cycle wasn't completely predictable but you had a rough guesstimate of when it would fall. It changed depending on your stressors so your body may very well be altering your dates.

Plus, he was right, the PMDD made you an intolerable bitch prone to moods like this when it struck. "Mmm, according to this you are probably starting Hell Week. Do I need to go out and grab anything?" he asked you and you heard him stretch. The sounds make you contemplate turning your car around and seeing if you could elicit a similar noise from him in another way.

"Nah, you're home. I'll grab some shit while I am out." you casually responded. "So," he started. The hesitancy clear in his tone. "Do you want to explain why you've been like this outside of Hell Week?" The question was genuine. He was worried.

Part of you knew that he knew but wanted you to voice it. He didn't like playing head games and preferred to be upfront and direct. You were shocked he had lasted this long playing your little game of defiance. Pushing his limits and baiting him. "I don't like this," you told him as you pulled up and stopped at a light. "Define this," he told you. The background of a shower starting hitting your ears. "I don't like the stupid bullshit rules that require me to submit and defer to you. I am not a child. I am a whole, grown-ass woman, Sanemi." you bit out with frustration. "I know." he quietly replied. "So why do I have to act like this meek and pitiful bitch when I am anything BUT that!? What part of me screams passive, demure Stepford wifey!?" you demanded. "Nothing." he calmly stated.

Your nails bit into the leather steering wheel wraps. "So why the hell-" you were starting to rant but he cut you off. "I don't expect you to be that way. I just want to know where you are in case something happens. I can be there if you need me or send someone to you. Even if it's just to be your bitch boy carrying groceries. How you want to present outside, that is up to you. Limiting your exposure keeps the popo from being able to connect you to my crimes. Lastly, you only have to do the perfect hostess rule if we have guests. How often do you think I entertain ANYONE?" his words settled into your brain and you mulled them over while he continued to speak.

"I am not expecting you to be a '40s housewife. It's true the rules sound that way but you pretty much did all that before. Just be you as you have always been. When you need to play hostess, I'll help you out. The other women probably have similar instructions. Not sure about Kyojuro's woman. She just does what she wants and makes our lives hell." his exhaustion seeped into his speech. Something he said clicked in your head. "Wait!? There are other women in this situation!?" you exclaimed. Sanemi moaned in the bathroom and you wondered if it was cuz he stepped under the water spray or if he was doing something else. "Yes, Gyomei has a woman. He calls her his Missus. Don't pry too much there. They like their privacy. Kyojuro has a woman. Their shit is…I don't know how to explain it. He needs to pay attention to her more so she bolts less. She is one of the main reasons I'm away from home."

Your car went forward as the light turned green and you made your way to a shopping centre. "Sounds messy. Is she messy or…?" you let the sentence hang. "Mmm. Couldn't say. Don't want the boss to think I am interested in his woman. I do what I am told and then I come home to be ignored by you." the ending accusation burned with truth and you flinched. "Yeah, alright. I deserved that one. To be fair if you had explained shit like this before I wouldn't have thought you wanted Lil' Miss Suzie Homemaker, bitch." you bit back sans venom.

You heard him groan as you park your car and switch audio to your Bluetooth. "Yeah, yeah. I get it. When are you getting back home? What are you even doing? It has been MONTHS! A man's hand can only satisfy for so long." he whined.

You smirked as you stepped out and locked up your vehicle. "I am buying some figures and looking for some new games. Your hand will have to suffice for now. Hey! Am I able to talk to the other women?" you asked him as you skipped into your favorite game/nerd store. He swore and you heard him hit the wall. "You seriously need to go to therapy 'nemi. That shit isn't cool." you chided him. He responded with another wet thud to the wall and a mocking laugh. "See now you are doing that just to be an ass," you commented with some mirth.

His chuckles met your ear and you melted internally. "I wanna talk to them 'nemi. Pleaaaaaase. Bitching to you about yourself is kinda weird. I need other women to talk shit about you with." Your voice was whiny but you were trying to wear down his resolve. "I never said I wouldn't put you in contact but I think we need some sort of equal exchange here. This request of yours means I have to put my neck out. It's only fair if you put yours out as well." he sounded mischievous. You told him to hold as you purchased your games, the full set of current Boku no Yaiba figures, and some BNY socks. You struggle on the mic as you carry your bags back to the car, then get in.

"Aiight, I'm back. I am not talking to your boss or any of them. Periodt." firm resolution in your tone along with an emphasis on that t. He laughed loudly for a few minutes which annoyed you. "That's not what I mean, My Queen." his voice took a seductive drawl. His voice was breathy and you began to hear him moan over your speakers. "Sanemi! I am driving!" you scolded him. Forcing yourself to keep focused on said task. Reminding yourself that nobody can hear your speakers. The windows are up. "It's been a while. You don't have to do anything. Just keep talking, I'll take care of the rest." his grunts were getting louder and more frequent. " 'nemi!" you warned. "Mmm, say my name again, please." Oh, he was begging. He really was pent up. "Sanemi. Sanemi. Sanemi." you purred out. Driving up to your parking spot. "I need you, Sanemi. Please, please…" You feigned sexual interest as you began smirking evilly. "Yeah, tell me what you need." he panted out. "I need you, 'nemi," you were laying it on thick. Doing your best attempt at an AV actress. "You need me for what, tell me." his voice began to break as he got closer to his peak. "I really need you, 'nemi." you lured him closer still. He whimpered and began to unravel. "So close, just tell me, My Queen. Tell me what you need." He was at the precipice about to fall over.

You stepped out of the car and leaned against the driver's side rear passenger door. "I need you…to help me get these bags out of the car." you cackled. Sanemi roared in frustration and you lost it laughing. "Fucking! That is cruel and unusual punishment! Fucking bitch!" he swore left and right. You slunk down in an uncontrolled fit of giggles. "You said to tell you what I needed." your words broken up in between your fit. "That isn't what I meant and you fucking know it!" he yelled. His voice audible to you without the earpiece. Meaning he was close-ish. "This is not what I had in mind when I wanted you to keep talking!" he raged as he stomped past you, towel wrapped around his waist. Wrathfully, he walked around the vehicle to the other side, grabbed your bags, and stomped back inside the house. "I love you!" your sing-song voice calls off after him as you get up and follow. "I couldn't resist!" you attempt to whine pathetically but it just comes out deranged.

Sanemi drops your bags on the couch, rummages in them, and takes two of the new BNY figures, turning to sneer at you he plods off to his office which is barred entry to you. "HEY! That's MINE! What the hell!?" you exclaim and bolt after him. "Play stupid games, win stupid prizes!" his menacing voice calls out to you as he walks backwards into his office and shuts the door in your face. Promptly locking it forbidding your access.

"Son of a…" you trail off and about-face. Picking up your purchases and heading upstairs to your shared bedroom to place the figures where you want them and hide your games so he doesn't play them before you. Because in his current state he totally would do it to be spiteful.

The games had just been hidden under his side of the mattress when you feel his hands on your hips from behind. "You are going to pay for that with your voice." his threat making you bite back a moan. A hand wraps around your throat, gently and he guides you up, turns you to face him, then kisses you brutally. "Fucking, bitch. You've been teasing me for too damn long." Sanemi growls as he manhandles you onto the bed. "It's time to remind you of some of your duties as my w-" he is cut off by his phone going off. You both freeze and slowly turn to look at the offensive device on the bedside table. Simultaneously you swear together as he gets off you and picks it up.

"Yes, ma'am," he answers respectfully, casting you a glance over his marred shoulders. You take the hint and exit the room, leaving him to talk. Put off that you had been interrupted and that it was another woman who was responsible. Sanemi was loyal so that meant that the other woman had to be the boss's lady. You toyed with the idea of eavesdropping when a hand suddenly fell on your shoulders causing you to scream in surprise. You whipped around and started to yell when he shushed you with a single finger. "She wants to know if you want to meet up and do that thing you were talking about earlier." he relayed to you. Your head nods and he relays your confirmation to the user on the phone.

Hanging up he pulls you flush against his nude body. "Now where were we?" He murmurs into the warm, brown flesh of your neck. You let him drag you back into the room and end his 2 months long drought. Making good on his threat of sacrificing your voice as punishment. If y'all had neighbors they would have filed a noise complaint.

Lazing languidly on the bed you wondered why you had held out for so long. Minus the hoarseness of your throat, you were more relaxed than you had been in a loooong time. Beside you, Sanemi smoked a blunt staring up at the ceiling. "You still gonna be a bitch about shit now?" he asked you boredly. Still looking up, offering you a toke. You took it and puffed twice before responding. "Mmm, I probably will be.

That is who I am." He nodded taking the joint back, setting it on his side table then rolling over on top of you. Blowing the smoke in your face he expertly dodged you slapping his face. "That was rude as fuck, 'nemi." you chided him grabbing his hair and yoinking his head down by it. He moaned and surged forward. Biting your neck then licking the indents his teeth left behind. "Careful. I'll be ready to go again soon," he warned you.

You slid out from underneath him and walked towards the bathroom to get cleaned up. "You still mad at me?" He called out after you. "Yes, but I won't be openly hostile," you yelled back while running some bath water. Normally you would shower then soak after but you just wanted to sit down and enjoy some warm water right now. "Mmm, come back here. I can fuck it out of you this time," he spoke cockily and followed behind you.

"You are showering first?" he asked you as he saw the tub being turned on but the shower remaining empty. "Right!?" he asked again. "Nope. Just gonna soak in some pretty scented water. I don't feel like standing to bathe." you replied rolling your eyes and testing the water temp. It was a wee bit too hot so you were going to need to wait for it to cool down. That's fine, you could add some scented salts and grab a book to read. Your movements were halted by Sanemi's thick arm blocking you. "The hell you aren't. Shower now or I'll carry you in," he ordered you using his command voice.

Immediately you felt rebellion stir in your gut again. Ducking under his arm to go grab yourself a book. He picks you up and carries you into the shower, setting you down on a wooden stool that was inside, stepping out to turn off the tub water then rejoining you in the shower.

"Sit. I'll wash you. Just stay there and stop whining." he ground out. Starting up the shower, automated temperature was warm and inviting. You hummed as he took care washing your body. Hands lingering over some spots more than the others. Most of his attention was centered on your thighs or breasts. "We could still…" he trailed off as both his hands crept up your meaty, brown thighs. You thought about rejecting him but opted not to. Sex with Sanemi was always amazing and he always took his time to get you yours before he got his.

You nodded your head in agreement. He paused and pinched one of your legs. "You just love me for my dick," he mumbled into your back. You laughed knowing that wasn't true but playing along with his game. "That is a whole ass Baseball bat you got between them shredded legs there. And while it is one of my favorite perks to being with you, no that isn't why I love you." He bit your neck once more, harder this time. "Why?" he asked you. The sincerity was poorly hidden under attempts to seduce you.

Your brain registered he was feeling insecure and with good reason. You had been so hot and cold to him. Rebuffing every offer he had extended out towards you. He didn't deserve complete forgiveness but you could admit you were being rather hostile towards him. Sanemi had bent over backwards trying to appease you and earn your forgiveness from your abduction and the previous shit he hid from you. Even if what he hid was completely fucked up. A pinch to your nipple brought you out of your thoughts. "Because you aren't a bitch.

You actually respect me and treat me the way I deserve to be treated. Like a fucking queen." you finally answered his question. Sanemi's hands stopped what they were doing and pulled away entirely. "This is not how you should be treated. You deserve better. I'll get there. Will just take time." he quietly spoke. Resting his forehead against your shoulder from the back. You frowned sensing the mood shift. "Sanemi, stop. Minus the fucked-up shit you've done because of your job, you honestly treat me better than any other person has. I am mad at what your job says you have to do and who you have to be when you are on the clock. I am not completely mad at you per se." you try to reassure him.

His fist punches down without effort into the tiled floor. You groan then spin on the stool to face him. "Ok, so you really need to stop punching shit. You need therapy, Shinazugawa. If we are to survive whatever is gonna happen in the future then I need you to work on that anger and punching issue you have. One day your emotions are gonna take over and you are gonna seriously injure someone." you warned. Sanemi looked away from you and stared at the shower wall.

Coughing lightly. "It'll be alright. We got a really good cleaner who makes sure there isn't any evidence left behind." he casually spoke. Your head tilted and you put your hands out in a "That was weird" motion. Getting off the stool since you were free of soapy suds, walking to the tub, and slid in with a loud, sexual moan. Just to irritate your man. Much to your surprise, he slid down right behind your body. "This is better." He says as he drapes an arm around the large tub. "So you really aren't just sticking around for sex and gifts?" he asks sounding defensive.

Miffed you swat the water in front of you. "I am not a gold digger, asshole. I'm with you of my own non-transactional volition. My love isn't conditional, is yours?" you asked him with a certain seriousness. Sanemi sunk down lower in the porcelain vessel containing you both. Forcing you to scoot forward. "No. Doesn't mean I don't wonder though. The boss woo's his girl back with gestures of grandeur, Tengen has three girlfriends who were already in the life so they knew what they were getting into. I don't even know what the situation is with Gyomei and his woman. I'm not a nice man nor kind man yet here you are. The only reason that normally would make sense doesn't apply because you are you."

Your man was brooding and it was getting on your nerves. You needed to snap him out of it lest he trap himself in his own mind. Your hands played with the water in front of you while you spoke earnestly. "That all sounds like a whole lot of not us. Minus that last part. I am definitely part of us. Which means I need you to listen to me and listen well Shinazugawa." He grabs one of your hands to show he is paying attention so you continue. "I am here for you. Just you. This stuff is nice but it isn't all of who you are. I knew from the jump you weren't exactly the kind of dude I should be getting mixed up with and yet here I am. Just let it be, k?" you let your sentence hang as you wait for him to process the information.

"Whatever brat." he quipped harshly. "I understand. No need to get sappy." he was deflecting which told you that he got your message loud and clear. "Sooo, you aren't gonna get mad when I tell the boss's lady love about what a softie you actually are?" now you were taunting him. "Breathe a word of it and I'll tie you up and leave you begging for mercy." he threatened. You laughed and leaned back against him. "Whatever you say boss." you quip. He stiffens behind you and suddenly you find yourself bent over the edge of the tub.

"Now you've done it." He growls as he positions himself behind you. You mock him knowing this would only spur him forward. Sometime later you finally vacate the bathroom with your lover carrying you, wrapped up in a fluffy towel. Sanemi sets you down on the bed then goes and grabs one of his shirts and drops it on your head. "Wear this. Only this," he commands. You give him the bird and then slowly put on the shirt. It's a loose-fitting dark hunter green v-neck, tee. "Happy now?" you ask as you turn to face him. He wearing the bottoms that match your top.

He hums his approval and picks you back up. Traversing the house till he gets to your gaming room. A comfortable padded room that had a 70's style conversation nook in the center. A massive tv mounted on the wall. There were no couches. Only pillows. It had a cozy den feel to it. He deposited you in a mound of cushions then swags out of the room. He comes back later with drinks, snacks, and your new games. "You thought I wouldn't notice?" he chastises, bopping you on the head with one of the cases after he sets the other things down. You snatch the game out his hand and swim forward in the sea of pillows to the case that held your consoles, remotes, and pc tower.

Inserting the disc in the appropriate console you happily cheer while Sanemi turns on your tv. You inchworm your way back and settle into his lap. "Me first," he announces. You elbow him in the gut and he makes an "oof" noise. "I bought them with my money, bitch! I don't think so!" you exclaim, offended he would even dare. "I pay the electric bill." he counters, nibbling on your ear as a distraction while he tries to weasel the controller out your hands. "AND!?" you challenge not loosening your grip, instead rolling off to the side away from him.

"Alright, alright. I'll let it slide, this time." he relents. You almost believed he was put out until you caught that goblin glint in his violet orbs. "I see you," you say as you make the motion with your fingers. You ignored him and went to your game. Tossing a pillow at him when he would try to "assist" and take the controller from you.

A few hours later his phone went off and he lazily answered it. Stiffening he quickly left the room. When he returned, he was dressed and giving you pleading eyes. "I gotta go. I'll be back later. Please don't do anything stupid cuz you are upset. I'll bring something back to smooth over your rage." he says creeping close to you, a hand outstretched and hovering over your shoulder. You side-eye him and focus intensely on your game. Missing your chance to tranq the creature that had fallen into your electric trap because of a stupid roar.

His hand drops and he sighs loudly with exasperation. "I'll…I'll be back," he mutters, stands, and exits the room. "Be safe." You call out behind him. Looking over your shoulder at him. His eyes light up and he returns to your side, taking your face in his hands and kissing your lips. "I will. I'll be back by the time you wake up," he promises you. Standing up and leaving for whatever called him away. Once you were sure he was gone one of your hands grabs a pillow and chucks it at a padded wall. "FUCKING A!" you swear. No longer interested in your game. You fall back into a mound of soft cushions and proceed to bury yourself in them. A vibration in your pocket lets you know you have a text coming in. Reading it you see it is from Sanemi. "Here is the boss's woman's number. Be respectful. Love you." Short and to the point.

Eyes stare at your phone annoyed then close shut. "I agreed to this," you say to yourself. A reminder that you couldn't guilt him or shame him for what he had to do since you consented to being his support. Still, two months wasn't long enough to have fully accepted anything. Grabbing your phone, you texted the woman on the number Sanemi gave you and let her know he had passed on her digits while asking what's up.

You left the room and wandered downstairs to the kitchen. Tapping one of the electronic interfaces to play some music while you made some dinner. Getting lost in the music you prepped the ingredients to make a nice shrimp, crawfish, and langoustine etouffee. Your emotions were a mess while you processed everything so why not eat out your frustration? And it was going to be a bougie meal cuz you deserved to have the best.

You swayed and danced to the music while meal simmered on the burners. Contemplating what sides, you should make when your phone went off again. Tapping the screen to unlock it and read the incoming message. "So, there was an issue and I'll be home when you wake up still. Just letting you know. In case there is a mess." You sighed and shook your head. Hunger dimmed but you were still going to eat your bougie ass meal because the whole purpose was to treat yourself and raise up your spirits. And that is exactly what you did as you smoked some bud while you ate. Letting the music crawl into your brain and turn you into a liquid once you finished your meal.

Leaving your dishes where they were you went back upstairs to your shared bedroom. Mischief playing in your mind as you eyed Sanemi's closet. Each of you had a walk-in. You never bothered to go into his but he was always in yours leaving new gifts. Smirking you wandered in his, taken aback at the open display of weaponry on display on the far, back wall. He had a few guns and some gnarly-looking blades. Whistling you nodded approvingly then went to the drawers on the center island and began rummaging around looking for his sock drawers.

This man had way too many damn ties you concluded. 8 drawers, 6 deep. Who needs this many ties!? You gave up on that side and went to the opposite side and cheered as you found some socks. Methodically you began to mismatch his pairs. Making sure the non-matching partner was rolled up and hidden. Your tiny rebellion wasn't malicious just a way for you to act out without causing any real damage.

Skipping out of the room you shut his door, went over to your bed, and flopped down on it. Making sheet angels and vibing to life in general. Your eyes started drooping and you fell asleep with all the lights left on. Ahh, Sanemi was going to be pissed when he came home. No fucks given as you drifted off to dreamland.

The bed dipped and warm, roughly calloused hands attempted to move you around. Instinctively you kicked out at the offending person touching you, rolled over, and snuggled into a pillow. A pillow that must have been his cuz it smelled like Sanemi. Somewhere in front of you a pained "Fuck!" barely registered with your ears. You raised a hand and waved off whomever was disturbing your sleep. "Fucking bitch!" An eye cracks open. You are pretty sure the bitch in question referred to yourself. Flipping off the intruder, slowly your body rose up from under the pillow, off the the bed till you were sitting. Rubbing your eyes sleepily. "Who you calling a bitch?" you asked agitated. "YOU! You kicked me in the balls. What the hell woman!?" the voice squeaked out below you. Looking down at the floor you saw Sanemi. He was red-faced, hands tightly grabbing at his groin with his legs clenched around them in the fetal position.

You snickered while you winced. He glared up at you and swore a colorful string of curses at you. "Mmm, clearly you were in the wrong if sleep me decided to defend herself. I can't be held responsible." you yawned out. Sliding off the bed to sit beside him and ruffle his hair. "Want me to kiss it better?" your voice purrs while you continue to fluff his unruly white hair. "Stay away from my dick!" he hissed. Voice coming back to normal so the pain must have been subsiding. "That's not what you normally say" you sang out, stroking the shell of his ear. The glare he gave you would scare most men but for you, it wasn't anything more than a pout. "Last chance for me to kiss it better," you warned. Starting a countdown. Sanemi whimpered as you reached one and he hadn't relented. You stood up and stretched again, stepped over him, and exited your room. The lights were off and the music had stopped playing so that meant he had turned off the lights.

Probably was planning to wake you up and remind you that you shouldn't leave lights on when you attacked him in your sleep. Giggling you went into your game room and buried yourself under your pillow mounds. Sanemi came trailing in after you. Wincing as he walked. "Where do you think you are going? You owe me for trying to prevent me from having kids in the future," he growled out. Clearly pissed off. Your eyes peered out from in-between some cushions.

"Kids? With who? I don't recall having that conversation with you in the 6 years I have known you." your voice was playful as he stomped over and sat next to your mound. "With you dumbass. I'm not getting someone else knocked up and ask you to raise my kid." He was pulling your pillow fort apart, casually, to get to you. "Mm, presumptuous of you to assume I want kids. Especially when you haven't even put a ring on it." Your hands were swatting at him to stop his attack on your peace. He hummed then flopped down on you. Violet eyes serious as they bore into yours.

"You got my kids locked behind a paywall?" he asked flatly. "Yep. Wait, paywall?" you were confused at the comment. "Yeah, weddings cost money. Even if we do a Justice of the Peace that costs money." he supplied eyeing you warily. "Ooh, I duhno. Why you so cagey about money now? If I ask for red bottoms you wouldn't bat an eye." you interrogated him. His eyes rolled as he flicked your forehead, eliciting a yelp from you. "I'm not cagey. I am just pointing out you won't have kids until I unlock the wifey achievement." He booped your nose and sat up. Pulling you into his lap forcefully, since you were not complying and just being a limp noodle. "Of course. That is how it always go in the dating sims n shit. So clearly if I want to unlock the best ending, I need to follow this path. I've already been kidnapped then made the scary mobster fall in love with me." You fished around for your controller and remote while you spoke. Turning on the tv and console of choice when you found them.

"So, after we unlock the Marriage route, we can have kids? No timeframe?" He sounded like he was thinking something over. "Yeah, sure. Why not? That sounds great." you were bored of this conversation and didn't really care for it anymore. "Let's do it. Get dressed. We can get a courthouse thing done then come back and start practicing how to have kids." he tickled your sides as he spoke seductively. You turned in his lap and stared at him. "Wait, are you serious?" you asked in disbelief. He nodded and waited on your response. Your eyes shifted off to the side as you thought about it.

"Mmm, no. You didn't ask right and I feel like you need to get permission from Kyojuro or something to have an actual wifey situation." chewing on your lower lip worried about his response to your rejection. Sanemi booped your nose again and pulled you into his shirt. "I don't need Kyo's permission to do shit in my private life, but you do have a point I should have asked better. I get a redo later but for now, we can practice how we want to make those hypothetically children, yes?" he asked tilting your head up at him.

Smiling, you nodded and leaned up to kiss him. He kissed you then drew back violently. "Ugh, morning breath! Bathroom, now!" he yelled grossed out, wiping his lips offendedly. You laughed and stood up to go cleanse your mouth. Sanemi following behind you glowering at your back. "Hey, you should have known. I was just sleep!" you defended yourself. He peeled off to go into his closet as you entered the bathroom. Brushing your teeth first while you remembered the prank you pulled last night. A satisfied grin forms on your face when you hear him yelling in frustration. Storming into the bathroom,

Sanemi dangles his mismatched socks in front of your face agitated. "Why?" he asks clearly fed up with your shit. "Cuz I felt like it," you respond flippantly. He makes a grabby motion towards your neck, tosses his socks off to the side, picks you up, and drops you on the bed. "How about I show you how I feel about it." He purrs out while you cackle like a madwoman. "I welcome you to try your best at conveying your true feelings 'nemi." your snickers breaking up your sentence. "I need to do something about this smartass mouth of yours," Sanemi speaks before he silences you with a forceful kiss to your mouth.

Fin

[evanjinx]

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Blind Date by @sassypopstar [complete | teen and up audiences | 3.8k words]

Buck feels a little ridiculous dressed in a jacket and a shirt. But Maddie had insisted on him dressing up for the occasion and even Chimney had quipped that it’s the right thing to do. So Buck, who never went on a blind date before in his life, listened to his big sister and her boyfriend because apparently that’s who he is now. Or the one where Buck goes on a blind date with someone called Eddie.

Buckley's Bouquets by awashleyno [complete | teen and up audiences | 23.4k words]

A world where Buck owns a flower shop and manages to develop a huge, massive, ridiculous crush on a handsome firefighter that comes in for a visit one day. Or, 5 times Eddie gives flowers to other people and the 1 time he gives them to Buck.

Call It What You Will - Fate? Destiny? (A Tsunami) by @abow123456 [complete | mature | 20k words]

Evan Buckley's day of relaxation is cut short when a tsunami hits the beach he was relaxing at. He has to fight to keep himself and a lost little boy safe from the water, as well as anyone else he finds. After, he meets the boys father and family, and it causes a snowball effect of good things for him, for once.

Capuccino with extra, extra sugar by buckbng [complete | teen and up audiences | 2.7k words]

Buck is the cute barista and Eddie is the grinch that hates coffee. Until, he doesn't. Because if Buck says he looks like the kind of person that would love a cappuccino, who's Eddie to disagree with him? OR Eddie really doesn't like coffee but pretends he does just so he has an excuse to see the cute barista at the coffee shop.

Confirmation Bias by strifechaos [complete | mature | 31k words]

After the fallout with his ex-wife, Eddie believed he could only trust his family with his son. He hadn’t imagined falling for his son’s sweet-hearted nanny, Buck. With his own family so distant, Buck never considered that he’d be lucky enough to find a home for himself, let alone people he could count on. Not until he meets the Diaz boys. AU: Buck was never a firefighter, and becomes Christopher's sitter when Shannon's job takes her away from Eddie and Chris for the summer. Eddie tries to not fall for his son's nanny, he's not very successful.

dream of some epiphany by extasiswings [complete | mature | 7.3k words]

Evan Buckley is lost. It’s happenstance that he wanders into the navy recruiting center—he’s been in San Diego for a few weeks, bartending late nights and weekends, living in a house with three other guys not because he needs the roommates but because he doesn’t want to be alone, and the military is…respectable. Stable. So Buck thinks maybe and opens the door. Buck leaves ten minutes later with a set of printed instructions for sending his first letter, assured that he can drop it off whenever he’s ready, and a name. Staff Sergeant Edmundo “Eddie” Diaz.

Frequent Flyer by red_to_black [complete | mature | 13.4k words]

In his entire time being a firefighter, Eddie has never met anyone as accident-prone as Evan Buckley. And Buck - well, he's quickly becoming the 118's best customer. (Or - the one where Eddie is a firefighter, Buck isn't, and Eddie finds himself rescuing Buck from increasingly sticky situations. Sometimes literally.)

Gave me no messages, gave me no signs... by @reallysmartladymariecurie [complete | teen and up audiences | 7.4k words]

"Buck is beyond nervous, and he’s really trying to convince himself that the familiarity of the situation is not some sort of bad omen. Just because there are parallels of the start of his relationship with Eddie to that of his relationship with Abby doesn’t mean that this new adventure is destined to end in the same miserable fashion. He hopes it won’t, has to believe it won’t. Because even with Abby, he hadn’t fallen this hard for her before their first official date. With Eddie, everything is already intensified by a thousand." Or, Buck covers a shift for a firefighter at the 136 and it leads to a budding relationship through text messages.

Gotta Find My Corner (Of the Sky) by doctornineandthreequarters [complete | general audiences | 31.3k words]

It was the last day of 2016 and two lost souls found themselves in a quiet dive bar, as the loud noises of the city celebrating New Year’s Eve buzzed around them. Most people chose loud, flashy bars with DJs and entrance fees and promises of champagne for New Year’s Eve. But both occupants of the dive bar preferred the quiet. They both didn’t need the added chaos when everything around them already felt chaotic. --- Or, Buck and Eddie meet on New Year's Eve, 2016, a meeting that sets of a series of events that changes the trajectory of both of their lives.

I Didn't Know I Was Lonely 'Till I Saw Your Face by @hmslusitania [complete | general audiences | 10.4k words]

After the ladder truck and the blood clot and the tsunami, Bobby makes Buck go to therapy before he does something stupid (like sue the city). Buck's not totally comfortable being alone with a therapist, but fortunately he makes a friend and ally who's willing to help him out - Eddie Diaz from the 136 who's just been caught in an illegal fight club. OR Total strangers Buck and Eddie go to couple's therapy together to get out of the therapy requirements their captains have placed on them.

i want your midnights by allyasavedtheday [complete | teen and up audiences | 36.3k words]

In which Eddie decides to rent out his spare room to help with mortgage repayments right around the time Buck decides to move out of Abby's place after some not so gentle prodding from Maddie. It's a coincidence. Or serendipity. Or maybe just really good timing.

i wanna be know (by you) by @starlightbuck [complete | general audiences | 12.5k words]

“I didn’t mean to do it.” Hen glances down at Eddie’s phone then back up at him in disbelief.

“How do you ‘not mean’ to download a bunch of dating apps but still have them on your phone?”

Or  In which Eddie delves into the intimidating world of online dating.

if i got locked away (would you still love me the same?) by @firefighterhan [complete | general audiences | 3.7k words]

Buck gets accidentally thrown in jail after meddling in a fight outside of a grocery store. There, he meets an unexpected guest, famous music artist Eddie Diaz, who is being suspiciously quiet about how he ended up here in the first place.

if only in my dreams by @buttercupbuck [complete | general audiences | 5.4k words]

Years before Eddie joins the 118, Buck meets him at an airport bar on Christmas day.

in a week by @buttercupbuck [complete | explicit | 78.9k]

in which Eddie joins the U.S. Forest Service and in the meadows of California, finds the things he thought he lost and the things he thought he'd never have.

It Started With A Bang And A Hostage Situation by JayJay__884 [complete | general audiences | 6.6k words]

Buck goes to the store one late night to buy food because of Maddie's pregnancy cravings. Whilst at the store, Buck accidentally gets caught in the middle of a robbery and gets knocked out. After waking up in the backroom, Buck finds himself as a hostage with a handsome and caring stranger.

Leading with the Left by @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels [complete | explicit | 84.7k]

When Buck said he was a "bartender" in "South America" what he actually meant was "stripper" in "Mexico." And when Eddie said, "What's your problem?" what he actually meant was, "Is this about the time you gave me a lap dance?" In other words, there's a few things the 118 doesn't know about Buck. Or Eddie. Or Buck and Eddie's relationship.

Lift me up by @captain--sif [complete | teen and up audiences | 5.5k words]

Buck gets stuck in his apartment building's broken elevator with his good-looking neighbor from the sixth floor.

Love and Bullets Both Shatter Hearts (But Only One Can Put You Back Together) by @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels [complete | explicit | 11.2k words]

Agent [Redacted] Diaz is the best at what he does. Usually. But lately there's this real pain in the ass* who's been ruining his missions: Code Name "Buck."

*stupidly handsome and annoyingly talented rival spy

Mr. Buckley's After Hours Detention by aresaphrodites [complete | mature | 11.4k words]

It’s not like Eddie Diaz planned on this. Really, there was no scenario in his mind where he would ever be bringing his son’s teacher a freaking goody basket to class; a homemade goody basket, no less. Then again, Christopher has never had a teacher quite like Evan Buckley.

MukbangsWithBuck by @reallysmartladymariecurie [complete | teen and up audiences | 19.3k words]

After growing tired of eating alone in his loft, Buck decides to start a YouTube channel where he records himself eating dinner and telling stories about crazy things his team has encountered on calls. He eventually gains a substantial fanbase, and he is led to the channel of another LA firefighter who uploads informational videos and also casual vlogs with his ten-year-old son. It isn't long before the two start a friendship through messages, both of them secretly hoping it will turn into something more. Or, Eddie and Buck are both firefighters/YouTubers and they end up falling in love.

Objects in the Mirror by SevenSoulmates [complete | explicit | 139.1k words]

The voice had always been around, Eddie remembers it, like a stream of consciousness that babbled incoherently to the point where Eddie just tuned it out.  But then the voice started speaking directly to him. Conversing like he was a whole person standing right in front of him. Like he could see what was happening around Eddie. Eddie shook his head. No one was talking to him, and Eddie most certainly was not talking back. He wouldn’t talk to the boy in his head ever again. There was no boy in his head. 

Passive Aggressive Flirting by @starlingbite [complete | general audiences | 4.5k words]

Buck and Eddie have never met. They both work at the 118 but just on different shifts. That's all about to change when Buck finds a sticky note message, signed E.

String of hearts... by @reallysmartladymariecurie [complete | teen and up audiences | 11.1k words]

“Now. Eddie is this incredible presence. He’s funny and smoking hot, and he has a son who sounds wonderful. And he’s serious and vulnerable at times. But so enjoyable to be around, every single second that he’s there. And how can I put myself out there when the expectation is so high? When the thing I might lose is so beautiful?”

In which Buck owns a plant shop in LA, and Eddie becomes his new favorite customer. Pining ensues.

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