#hope this looks ok i was kinda rushing to get it done while it’s still february lol

[goldensunset]

joining the war on autism on the side of the autism etc etc

[starglitterz]

♡ NIGHT DANCER.

❝ nothing changed, please don't change… let's blend together, one more time. ❞ / after spending the night with you, how do the genshin men treat you in the morning after?

✧ feat ; albedo, cyno, kaedehara kazuha, scaramouche, shikanoin heizou, xiao x gn!reader ✧ warning(s) ; suggestive (esp scara and heizou) ✧ a/n ; HIII everybody make some noise for quill’s shocking once a year post!!! hope you guys like this and if it doesn’t show up in tags i will delete my account (/nsrs) anyways idk why i’ve been so obsessed w the idea of waking up next to someone (can you tell i’m critically lonely? 💀) and so this piece was born. pretend u don't notice how scara & xiao’s might seem kinda similar it’s bc i view them thru the same lens LOL ok hope you enjoy! (also ignore the scara favouritism im kinda obsessed w this idea for him KJASKJD)

please reblog + leave comments ! it helps a lot w motivation <3

✦ ALBEDO. [ kreideprinz ]

you’re awoken by the feeling of a cold breeze caressing your skin, and as you grasp for his familiar figure, you realise albedo’s not beside you anymore. but before you can freak out, his soft voice calls to you from behind you, “good morning, dove. don’t move, i’m almost finished.” “finished with what?” you query, deciding to obey him and stay still. he doesn’t answer at first, but you can hear a faint scratching sound which almost sounds like charcoal against parchment. “and… done.” you shift in the bed, turning around to face him. albedo looks almost ethereal in the early morning light, especially when he smiles at you like you hung the stars in the sky. “i do hope you don’t find this peculiar, but i wanted to draw you while you were asleep. you looked so peaceful, and i wanted to immortalise this moment.” he hands you the paper, strands of wheat-coloured hair spilling over his shoulders, let loose from his usual half ponytail. you’re the only one who gets to see him like this, messy and imperfect instead of the flawless scientist he portrays to the rest of mondstadt. you gaze at the drawing, absorbing every detail as you try not to faint from what a sweet gesture this is, “albedo, this is amazing! you made me look so pretty.” he tilts his head quizzically, raising an eyebrow, “what do you mean? i just drew you exactly how i see you – you’re always beautiful to me.”

✦ CYNO. [ judicator of secrets ]

cyno's skin looks almost golden in the sunlight filtering through the translucent curtains. you're lying on your side, gazing at him and just admiring his features when his red eyes flutter open and he murmurs, “i might have to charge you for looking so much.” his voice is rougher than normal, deepened by sleep and it makes heat rush to your cheeks. “morning, babe-ah!” you can barely get out your greeting before he's pulling you back into his embrace, strong arms wrapping around you as he nuzzles into your neck. “cyno!” you laugh, turning around to face him, “stop it, i'm hungry! i wanna go get breakfast-” “hi hungry, i'm cyno,” your boyfriend looks at you with the most deadpan expression, and you're momentarily stunned. then you groan and throw a pillow at his head, “you're so lame!” “i'm not so lame, i just told you i'm cyno- okay, okay, i'll stop!” you collapse into a fit of giggles right as you're about to pummel his chest, “lamest ever.” “mmm,” cyno mumbles, eyes already fluttering shut again as he feels your plush warmth against him, “i'll make you breakfast, i swear, but can we just stay like this for a little longer?”

✦ KAEDEHARA KAZUHA. [ scarlet leaves pursue wild waves ]

the first thing you see when you wake up are kazuha's crimson irises laser-focused on you. the way his eyes scan your features, it’s almost like he’s tracing every detail to commit to memory, as if every morning that he wakes up next to you could be his last. “kazu? what's-” you're interrupted by a yawn, and your boyfriend's gaze softens as he looks at you. as you brush his red-streaked hair out of his face, he leans into your touch, almost cat-like in the motion, “what is it, 'zuha?” “i was just thinking... you make me glad to be a poet,” a gentle smile graces his features. “what? why?” despite the fact that kazuha is always letting praise fall from his lips like jewels, you didn't even remotely expect his answer. “because it means i'm lucky enough to be able to properly convey how you make me feel, and how gorgeous you are,” kazuha presses a sweet kiss on your forehead, then his brow furrows slightly, “but i don't think there's enough words in the world for me to speak about what you mean to me.”

✦ SCARAMOUCHE. [ kunikuzushi ]

when scaramouche wakes up, his first thought is; why does my entire body hurt? eyes still half-lidded and drowsy, he looks down and he's met with the sight of your back pressed against his torso, his arm thrown carelessly over your waist. he scrambles backwards, eyes widening with shock, and his sudden frantic movement wakes you up too. “what are you doing in my bed?!” “what the hell, scara?” you mumble, rubbing away the sleep from your eyes, “it’s too early for you to be this loud.” scaramouche’s heart is beating a million times a minute, and it’s only exacerbated by how cute you look when you’re this sleepy, not that he’d admit it to you for the world. but as you yawn and sit up, he thinks that he’s going to go into cardiac arrest. “you didn’t answer my question!” you give him a weird look, “we slept together. again. duh.” the blanket wrapped around your figure slides off a little as you reply, revealing your bare shoulder and giving him the faintest glimpse of your chest, and scaramouche’s face turns so red you genuinely think he might explode. “c-cover yourself up!” he scolds, clambering closer to drape the fabric over you again as his mind works through the haze of sleep, letting the memories of last night flood back.

realising how flustered he is, you take this as the perfect opportunity to tease him, “it’s nothing you haven’t seen before.” “shut up.” he replies curtly, but he hesitates as his fingers skim over the bite mark on your collarbone. his eyes darken slightly as he recalls last night, the messy kisses that were more tongue than anything else, his teeth nipping at your neck and finally sinking into your skin, all to mark you as his. you’ve both never officially decided what the two of you are, but you both know that he’s yours and you’re his, and scaramouche doesn’t like sharing. a playful smirk curves your lips, “remember giving this to me?” “don’t test me,” he mumbles, eyes roving over your exposed skin. his gaze dips to the still slipping blanket, hands ceasing their rapid motion to try and rescue your modesty, “i might give you more.” your arms loop around his neck, pulling him back down to the bed as you smile teasingly, “so do it.” “you’re a bad influence,” scaramouche groans, hands already moving to grip your hips, and you laugh, “that’s why you love me~”

✦ SHIKANOIN HEIZOU. [ analytical harmony ]

“good morning~” heizou's lilting voice is the first thing you hear when you wake up, and his trademark smile is already on his idiotically kissable lips as the two of you lie next to each other in his bed. “you do this with all the criminals you catch?” you drawl, trying to ignore how your heart skips a beat as you see the way his green eyes twinkle in the light. “just the ones i think look best in a different type of handcuffs,” he replies smoothly without missing a beat, smirk deepening as he notices he's left you speechless. “plus,” his hand trails across your cheek, thumb stroking your skin for a split second before his smile turns devilish, “it'd be pretty hard for me to get them to the police station if i left them all unable to walk.” “ugh, heizou!” you swat his shoulder, and bury your face in the pillow as he bursts into laughter. “but seriously,” heizou taps your shoulder gently, almost hesitantly, and you peek up from the pillow to look at him. a soft pink blush dusts his cheeks, and his eyes flicker away from yours in a manner that seems almost shy, “you're the only person i'd do this with, criminal or not.”

✦ XIAO. [ vigilant yaksha ]

waking up next to you is like a little slice of heaven for xiao. he can barely believe that he, the corrupted conqueror of demons, is able to share a bed with a mortal who borders on angelic. you shift in xiao's embrace, tucking your head under his chin almost instinctively as your eyes open slowly, “good morning, xiao. did you sleep well?” he still gets embarrassed by your proximity, so his voice is a little curt as he responds with a pink blush darkening his cheeks, “adepti do not require sleep.” “ah…” you roll your eyes, but pounce on the opportunity to fluster him, “guess that's why you always want to go all night, hm?” “i-!” xiao's face turns an almost delightful shade of crimson and he looks away, “no respect for the adepti.” “not true!” you gasp with mock offense. cuddling up against him, you stick your tongue out, “i respect alllll the adepti. but my boyfriend? maybe not so much.” “you'll be the death of me,” xiao sighs, pulling you impossibly closer. “then i hope you'll die a happy man,” you giggle, threading your fingers through his jade hair. xiao's eyes slide shut from the feeling of you playing with his hair, and he murmurs a response that leaves you speechless, “after a life with you? certainly.”

i love them this is so soft when is it my turn // general masterlist

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[phenomenalgirl9]

Jungkook x Reader: Lost You

Summary: You've always been in love with him, but today you were done waiting for him, to see you, to understand you. You were finally done with Jeon Jungkook.

Wc: 1.9k

A/n: I tried something new idk how it is. I'm almost nervous to post it. But who cares 😶‍🌫️. Anyway Chan and Jimin were spotted in a restaurant in comfy clothes and I'm digging that!

⚠️: Its kinda sad (?!), Jungkook is a douche bag, a little suggestive.

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You kept calling him but no use, his phone was switched off. He should have been here 3 hours ago. You hoped, he was in a business meeting as he told you when you asked him to come home by 6 and he said he'd be home by 7 as he had a meeting. 

You still remember the first day you met him, back when you were both 10 in one of your dad's fancy parties. "His father is important to the company, they are new in town, go play with him and be friends. Ok, Y/n?" Your mother had told you with a sweet smile on her face as you nodded. And the rest was history. Considering your circle mostly considered if the children of the other directors and business partners he fit in with all of you well. 

15 more minutes passed, and you could only worry more, you walked to the kitchen to get some water and placed your phone and whatever you had in your hand on the counter and get a glass of water, mid way of drinking it you heard the sound of your door open and close and you rushed to see. 

"Jungkook?" You called out his name and he looked at you wide eyes like a doe caught in headlights, an expression floated on his face which looked like remembrance. 

"You were with her weren't you?" The question flew from your mouth before you could filter it and you found that look filled with guilt on his face. You scoffed and folded your hands and started to walk off to your shared room when he said. 

"Why are you like this? She needed me okay!" Jungkook said. "What about me Jungkook? I, your girlfriend, needed you! And you went off with Minji" you said in frustration. "Don't say as if I was sleeping with her. She's still my good friend" he argued and you walked to the kitchen to grab your belongings and stepped inside the room he and you shared. 

You slid down to the ground as you closed the door. You still remember that day she walked into your life, Seo Minji. 

It was when you were 15. 

"Hey, isn't that the new kid?" Mingyu asked and you nodded. "Aw she's sitting alone" Jihyo said frowning, "Y/n go invite her here" Chan said, elbowing you. "Why me?" You asked, not like you were opposed to this aspect but you were simply curious. "You're good at this. I'm saying from experience" Jungkook said flashing his bunny smile, the smile that made your heart skip a beat, you would have done anything for that smile.

And you did, you invited Minji to your table, soon you found out her father actually worked for your father. "I feel strange sitting among you guys,I don't think I fit in" she said shyly. "Bullshit, we're all people" you daid ensuring her, "Yeah, there's nothing much different between you and us, welcome to our group" Jungkook said, flashing that sane smile at here.

It was truly where it all had started, Minji trying to get the boys in her clutches. She thought you and Jihyo didn't notice her accidental touches or her kawai and weak acts in front of them. While Chan could see through them, Mingyu and Jungkook never did. 

"Why didn't you two speak up when we were trying to get Mr Kim to invite Minji to the party?" Jungkook asked and Mingyu shook his head. You tightened your fist as Chan held it to ease you up. "She'd feel out of place," Jihyo tried to reason. The truth is you didn't want her to engage further with your circle. She already got Jungkook and Migyu to get her everything she might want. You watched as she used those two as her personal atm, a bat of her eyelashes and she had the 

"Gucci bag she wanted but couldn't get as she had to buy her grandmother's medicine" 

"Prada shoes cause she was sad her (nonexistent) fish died" 

You three tried to show them the real deal, but they refused as Minji never asked, they were willing to give her because she "deserved to be happy too". 

You smiled at yourself as you heard a knock on the door. "Babe, seriously why are you angry? I swear nothing happened, we just talked, Mingyu has been ignoring Minji and she felt alone, so she just needed someone to talk to and have a glass of wine with" He said. This always happened, One call and Jungkook would go running to her. 

You remember when you were 18, and your father and Jungkook's father declared that you and Jungkook would be engaged. You couldn't help your smile, you would be wed to your best friend to the person you fell for all those years ago. You were happy that now you could help him see reason, help him come out of Minji's clutches. But one look at his face, and you felt all your feelings drain away, his face was filled with disdain and he walked away. He didn't even consider that you could be the one for him for once. Did you expect something else? Did you expect he'll come happily to you and agree to this, you idiot. 

But, how could you? You lived to look into his doe eyes that shone bright, not for you, for Minji. You lived for that toothy smile that went brighter when Minji was there. No, they never were in a relationship, rather she never came into a relationship with either Jungkook or Mingyu. 

You still remember that day when you were 21, you had just graduated and were at your father's (soon to be yours) office working on some designs about a deal with your assitant Jimin and your now business associates Bangchan and Jungkook. No you two still spoke, you all were still friends and he acted like that evening never occured like he never broke your heart and crushed it into pieces. You remember Mingyu rushing into your cabin and hugging you tightly cheering "She said yes! She said yes! Minji said yes". You were stunned for a moment, you all were. "To what?" Chan managed to ask the man who was happy beyond bounds. "To marry me!" He said, "I'll go home, I just came to tell as I knew most of you are here, I've texted Jihyo, now I gotta tell my parents!" He said with his bright smile. "Congratulations" Jimin said to the departing man, who screamed a "thank you". All of your eyes shifted to Jungkook, his face motionless, teeth gritted, his fist so tight that his knuckles were turning white, a single tear left his eye. You shouldn't but you felt like your heart ached seeing him and you realised how down bad you were still for Jeon Jungkook. "Can you guys complete the rest without me? I'll just sign it" he asked. "Yeah, sure" you said and he walked away. The next day Jihyo had called you and told you, "of course she's marrying Mingyu, he's the heir, the elder child, Jungkook is second to his brother. How is he holding up?" You gave the exact words that you told Chan earlier that day "i don't know". The truth being, he never even read your texts, you didn't have the courage to meet him. 

You sighed at the banging sound from across the door. "If you need something tell me, if not please go to the other room". "Can you open the door once Y/n please. Please" he pleaded "Go away Jungkook please" you said, you wished you had said that to him that day two years ago. 3 days after Mingyu's proposal to Minji, you found Jungkook at your door, "can I come in" he had asked you in a broken voice. Your heart broke with his, you couldn't bear to see him like that. He came in to hug you, and you patted your head. 

"She loves him, I have to accept that. I don't know how you do it Y/n" he said, and your eyes went wide, tears stung them. "How do you even bear to look at my face much less comfort me after all I've done. How do you look beyond your feelings?" He asked. "Since when have you known?" You asked. "Since 3 days ago, when I saw the hurt in your eyes and realised how you have always been there." He said holding onto your cheek. Your brain told you to pull away, to push him away, to throw him out of the room, when his face inched closer to yours. You knew what he's doing, yet you didn't pay heed to the voice in your head. You focused on the doe eyes that looked into yours deep. Those arms that slid around your waist and pulled you close. You chose to focus on those lips that were attached to yours. You had thought, maybe this time he chose you, maybe this is it for you two. And it was, for the next few months. 

Jungkook and you walked hand in hand and stood beside Jimin and Chan along with Jihyo, on Mingyu and Minji's wedding day. Gyuji marriage was the talk of the town and things were finally looking up. Until 3 months into the wedding and you all were in the same party and seemingly Jungkook and Minji caught up, "you are still my best friend" Minji had told him, you tried your best not to drain a flute of wine on her. You didn't really mind much, ge did come back to you. He did love you. Things weren't so bad a few missed dates were seen and apologized and managed up until he missed your 2nd anniversary date and then your birthday. Once because Minji was sick and Mingyu was out of town and other because he mixed up the date after he had drunk a lot the day before with Minji and got absorbed at work.

But today was your last straw, you were done waiting around for him. You were done waiting for him to see you beneath Minji's shadow. You were done crying for him. You were done with him. So you texted Chan and Jimin, asking if their spare room was empty and if you could crash for sometime. Hence, you packed a small bag, took your phone and wallet and left the apartment. "Y/n! Y/n no. Please don't leave me over this. I'll be more attentive and careful. Y/n please." He pleaded. You might have stopped if this would have been any other day, but not today. Cause today you were done with Jeon Jungkook and the bullshit that comes with him.

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You don't stop, he lost you. He really lost you. He walks into the room you used to share. He found a book on the floor near the bed and a white and blue strip inside it. Jungkook was familiar with this strip or well, device, his eyes shifted to the words that were written on the little screen, 'positive'. "FUCK FUCK FUCK" Jungkook cursed as he felt like tearing off his hair, he did this to himself. 

Part 2: I loved you so bad

Masterlist

Taglist: @bbl32 @back2bluesidex (for a sec I couldn't find you 🤣) @cherryblossom-2004

[kairiscorner]

Ok ok I just read your NoirXFlorist and I am so in love. A personal HC I have is that Noir’s giving love language is acts of service and so ⬇️

-Imagine Noir being colorblind, but he wants to help at your shop and since the easiest way to differentiate between flowers is color he learns other ways to tell the difference- scent, texture, size, shape, or just memorizing where a certain type of flower is most often stored, because he wants to help. -Also, if any heavy lifting needs to be done, he rushes to do it before you even get the chance, even if it’s just a box. “No, no, I got it, doll.” “A lady of mine shall not do any heavy work, not while I’m here.”

anon are you trying to kill me with cuteness and fluff.

BC IT'S WORKING OMGGGGG YEAH, NO, I WANNA MAKE A FIC OF THIS, THANK YOU FOR THE IDEA AND FOR SHARING :>

(i wish i could credit you anon, you and your big beautiful brain 😭😭😭🫂🫂 also reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <;:D)

(part 1)

so imagine:

it was a real hectic, busy day at your floral shop; people came flooding into your place more frequently, and while it was good for business, you were completely and utterly overwhelmed.

you managed a small establishment, and business was going well recently, but you were the only one working there, of course a pair of hands and a couple of fast feet can only do so much work.

peter'd have come in all chipper and point out the long line of people coming in, and then he'd see your tired, overworked face still smiling and wrapping up bouquets so darn fast.

he'd be in awe, of course, and fall in love with your hardworking and capable self, but he'd be super concerned as well for you so he'd pull you to the side as the influx of people died down for a bit and ask you with a concerned smile if you were okay.

"dear, you good? looks like you had to run several laps back there." he joked lightheartedly as he put his hands on your shoulders. "i know i'm not exactly the most helpful guy out there for this job, but if it gives you any comfort, i can help. i'm around you and the flowers all the time, i... i kinda got everything down about them." he said in a slightly cocky tone, but of course, it was to impress you with his new confidence since you first met him as a bumbling fool who was head over heels in love with you the moment you showed him just what kind of hidden beauty was lying in wait for him to discover.

you hesitated telling him you were okay and that he didn't have to bother himself to help you, because you were seriously considering getting some help at the very last minute to complete your clients' requests. "well... i'm actually kind of drowning over here, pete. i'm worried i can't do this on my own." you admitted.

peter smiled as he put his hand to your cheek. "don't you worry about a thing, i've got you. i meant it when i said i know everything there is know about the flowers here. i may not be able to tell which flowers are what color, but you of all people know a flower's color isn't the only thing worth nothing." he said with a small wink at you. yes, he'd been practicing that wink, he waited for the right occasion to use it on you.

it made you smile widely as peter agreed to help, and you had a lot of faith in him that he'd be able to ease your burden. you had shown peter the ropes before after work hours, it was another option for a date between you two. you loved how fast he picked up at tying the bouquets together, ringing up change, and memorizing the descriptions of the flowers; it really warmed your heart that he took interest in these things and was determined to show you he could do these things for you if you needed him to.

he got to work immediately, hoping that him having to interact with the customers would come as natural and easy as learning everything there is to know about the flowers; but humans are no flowers, they're significantly much harder to please, so that thought kind of scared him. but you were counting on him, that was all he could think about--you counting on him, you needing him right then and there.

you couldn't believe how different peter seemed when he was talking to the customers, helping them out as you tied up the bouquets. he appeared like a door to door salesman, and you meant that in the nicest way possible.

he seemed more upbeat, cheery, and... you dare say, a lot more charming. you two soon switched shifts, he was on tying and ringing up the bouquets, and you were the one helping out the customers pick flowers.

you were a little worried because you knew peter didn't do so well when having other people wait for him, it sort of intimidated him. you never taught him everything he now knows during work hours, it was just you two--and as pleasant as it was for both of you, you were still concerned how he'd be doing applying that practice in a real scenario.

but lo and behold, peter did it all in a jiffy. he didn't even need to use a calculator or do the math on paper, the minute he saw the flowers, counted them, and took note of other things--he could instantly give them their total, with tax. he was extraordinarily fast, too; he was extremely agile yet delicate with handling the bouquets, they were flowers, after all; they needed room to breathe, a single mistake can end in them being crushed, so of course, he was mindful of that, too.

soon, the day was ending; the sky had red, orange, pink, and purple strewn out over the horizon as the sun set. you and peter just finished up the last round of orders, and the floral shop was nearly empty by the time you were finished.

you both breathed out a breath you both didn't realize you were both holding in this entire time. the two of you laughed since you did it at the exact same time. "thank you for helping, peter. really, i... i don't know what i'd've done without you." you said as you went over behind the counter and stood next to him.

now this is when the shy, flustered peter parker comes back to you. he smiled at you widely and blushed profusely; leading all the way up to the tips of his ears, an innocent and pleasing mix of red and pink dancing on his cheeks.

"it's no biggie." he muttered, trying to sound as confident as he was earlier, but his defenses broke down when he caught you leaning closer to his face, your nose mere inches away from his own. he chuckled. "well... maybe it is kind of a biggie." he said as he put his hands on your arms and rubbed them lightly.

"well, thank you, again, pete." you repeated as you put your hand on the back of his. soon, peter noticed a truck coming by and a man coming down the truck with a clipboard in his hand, a few other men bringing boxes about and laying them by the door of your floral shop.

"oh, wait right here, pete." you said as you went over to talk to the man. peter watched as you signed the papers on the man's clipboard, thanked him, and... they left without helping you carry those boxes!

peter was enraged just the slightest bit as he watched you, your poor, overworked self, carry them into the floral shop without contempt for those men who didn't even bother to help. immediately, peter rushed to your aid, flung the door open, and took the box you were trying to carry away from you and into his arms.

"peter--!" you exclaimed as he took the box with ease. "i've got it, don't worry, really! i've already asked for your help today, this... i got this." you tried telling him, but he refused to listen and took box after box into the floral shop.

he smiled up at you and adjusted his glasses with one hand, carrying a box in his other hand. "no, no, i got it, doll. don't you worry about a thing, a lady of mine shall not do any heavy work, not while i'm here." he said as he flashed you another wink, he was getting better at it, you had to admit.

you blushed at his gallantry and general altruism towards you. you decided to reward him for all his hard work afterwards. he finished carrying the boxes and putting them aside. he turned to look at you as you walked into the floral shop, blushing a bit as you kept admiring how sweet he was towards you and for all his help.

"i really can't thank you enough for today, peter. it's far beyond what i originally asked you to do." you said as you took his hands into your own, and he blushed yet again. "of course. anything for you, my darling." he murmured, still admiring how soft and warm your hands were. you giggled. you opened a box to unveil a flurry of flowers of every kind in it, and you placed a flower behind his ear yet again.

he chuckled. "my, you never get tired of doing that, don't you?" he asks. you shake your head playfully. "it looks beautiful." you remarked. "it does?" he asked, a little joyful at that compliment. "well..." he said as he took a flower from the box that he thought was the prettiest and tucked it behind your ear, too. "i've always wanted to do that. and now... oh goodness, you're a complete and total beauty on your own, and now... oh, call an ambulance, love, i'm having a heart attack!" he said as he leaned over to brush his nose against yours, smiling and chuckling to himself all the while as his eyes stared intently into your own big, beautiful ones.

"i truly, truly love you, dear." he tells you as his lips are just centimeters away from your own. "and i love you, truly, pete." you reply as you close the distance between you two, kissing him as the sun sank down into the horizon--you two greeting the night with a loving kiss shared between you two.

maybe he should come out to help you more often, after all, such is to be done when you're planning to become one's husband, no?

a/n: BUIREBFIUBEVIUBHIUFEHIFIRFRBVIURBVBRVR I LOVED WRITING THIS SM AAAAAA TY AGAIN ANON HOPE YOU LIKE ITTTTT <33

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @fictarian @pixqlsin

[moshpitgamma]

i NEED queen barb x fem reader PLEASEEEE

YESS MEH BBY!! I HOPE YUH ENJOY😫😮‍💨💗

Fallin’ For You||🎸Barb x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Mild Cussing, IT’S LONG😭😭

FYI: f/f= fav food, f/c=fav color, f/b=fav band, f/d=favorite drink

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You were a f/c troll that was feisty and stubborn. You were into all tastes of music, but rock really fascinated you the most. So when your brother ran into your room to tell you he managed to get two tickets to see f/b, you were ecstatic as hell. Choosing an outfit was always your worst enemy. It usually ended with you bothering your brother about your outfit and asking if it’s too much or if it doesn’t have enough. But tonight you really put your all into it and got some pretty good results. (You can pick one here or choose one yourself idm☺️)

“B/N I’M DONE” you yelled from your room. You didn’t get a response but you heard muffled stomps headed towards your room. And there stood your brother in his best f/b attire. “Damn didn’t know the living mob could dress” he jokingly said while trying to hold his giggles in as he saw the almost visible irritation mark coming up on your forehead. “Alright jackass not to much” you said not wanting to have a whole sibling fight before the best concert of your life. “We better get going before we be late n/n” your brother said walking towards the door to leave. “Alright I’m coming” you said following the other still irritated by the teasing he did on your outfit.

SKIP TO THE CONCERTT🎸😏✨‼️

You have been up and dancing for about a good 2 hours and you were getting dehydrated from sweating and your throat was dry from all the constant yelling you were doing. So you decided to go get a drink. You told your brother where you were going and he gave you a $50 bill. “Why so much? I’m just going to get a f/d” you questioned your brother. “Damn n/n I’m hungry, that’s why you lil nosy” he said out of breath from all of the dancing, but still in a snarky way. “OK, shit I was just asking” you shot back while walking away from y’all seats, after he told you what he wanted from the concession stand.

Since it was crowded in the area you were in, you were squeezing past people saying occasional excuse me’s and sorry’s, but when you were almost out the horde, someone bumped into you and made you knock someone and their nachos. “OH CRAP, I’m so sorry are you ok?” You asked the stranger who still was on the ground after the harsh push. “Shit I just bought those you bastard” the mystery person yelled back as you (tried) to help her off the ground. “HEY! I’m not a bastard” you yelled back, getting irritated at the arrogant person in front of you. Once she was fully up she looked at who knocked her over and all of her snarky comebacks she had instantly left her mind. Before she could respond, you beat her to it.

“Even tho you was an ass to me you could’ve at least let me explain what happened” you said a little calmer than before but you noticed she started to stare. She was staring at you for about 3 minutes before you tried to get her attention again. “Yoooo are you good? Do you have a concussion?” You asked a lil panicked as you rushed to check her clothes and head for any injuries or damage.

While you were checking her clothes and head she couldn’t help but get the smell of your self intoxicating scent. Whiskey and chocolate was all she smelled and for some reason it left her with a wave of neediness and the need to know you. She still didn’t notice she was staring until she felt a sharp sting on her hand. “OW what the hell” she shrieked rubbing her stinging hand. “FINALLY! You had me worried over here. Thought you blacked out on me”you said while sighing a sigh of relief. All she could muster up was a “yea I’m good.” Barb never felt this way towards anyone before so she was kinda weirded out from how she was acting. “Well I just wanted to say sorry again and if I could buy you another thing of nachos to make up for your last batch” you offered feeling a different sensation in your stomach.

Once she heard your offer she couldn’t help but accept and for some reason she tried to strike up a conversation while you guys were waiting in line. “Sooo you like f/b?” She asked assuming you were here because of the merch you were wearing. “Yea I LOVE f/b. They just have a way of making how I feel come to life through music you know” you said smiling a soft and barely unnoticeable smile. Barb caught on to the tiny smile and flushed a little and felt her face get hot. “Barb” she said earning a confused “huh” from you. “Barb” she said again “it’s my name” she said in a confirming voice to dissipate the confusion you had. “Oh, my name is y/n”you said in a confident tone as you saw how she blushed at the sound of your name. Before she could respond you were already ordering y’all’s order. “Hi can I get a f/d, f/f, and nachos.” “I like extra jalapeños on my nachos” Barb threw in so the cashier could know.

You were astonished at how many jalapeños Barb had on her nachos. “Your mouth is going to burn like hell” you said in an amazed voice. When she heard you in an astonished tone she wanted to prove you wrong instantly. So she betted that if she could finish her nachos without a drink and succeed, you would have to give her your number. You never backed down from a challenge so you agreed and you had to admit she was cute so it was a win-win either way.

After 15 minutes Barb managed to eat all of her nachos without a drink and successfully won the bet. “Told you short stuff. I told you I could do it.” She said pridefully with a little flirtiness in her voice. Once you heard the little nickname she gave you, a blush appeared on you f/c cheeks. She saw the blush and mentally gave herself and her ego a high five. “I guess a bet is a bet” you said while pulling out a napkin and a pen. Barb was confused about what you were doing, until she remembered what was her reward for winning the bet. Now she was the one blushing, taking the napkin with your name and number on it. “I’m glad I ran into you Barb” you said before kissing her cheek and walking away. Little did you know when you were finally out of sight, she was already texting you and gushing over the kiss you gave her on the cheek like a little kid.

THE ENDDD~~~😏🎸

[rasparagus]

just for you

pairing: vernon x gn!reader

summary: how you got to be vernon’s lockscreen

word count: 630-ish

It’s one of the rare occasions when Vernon just has an entire free day so you both agree for him to stop by your place in the morning so you can spend a full day of lounging and lying lifeless on your couch together. When you hear his soft knock on your door, you rush to open it for him, your socks slipping a bit in your haste. As you let him in you see he has a small white bag in his hand, the label on the side revealing he’d made a recent trip to the electronics store. You silently point at the bag with a curious expression as soon as he sets it on your table. 

“Just a little gift for you.”

“It’s not my birthday or an anniversary…” Your eyes narrow as you think of a reason for the present. He squints back at you to mock your suspicious expression. It’s not that Vernon only gives you things on special occasions, but he normally prefers to give you gifts when you’ve explicitly told him you want something, and you don’t recall dropping any sort of hints. You peek in the bag and gasp as soon as you see what’s inside. It’s a pair of headphones identical to the ones hanging on his neck, except yours are white while he sports a black pair. 

“Damn,” the simple, yet effectively expressive word erupts from your chest. He snickers at the way you excitedly grab the box and examine every inch of it like it’s your greatest new treasure. “How’d you even know to get these for me.” You look up at him with wide and bright eyes.

“You literally complain about your current ones all the time. Plus, I know you like to sleep with music, and these won’t fall out as easily as your earbuds.” He moves to open the box for you. “The sound quality is insane, too—just listen. It’s like the instruments are in your ears.” As he removes the item from its packaging for you to test them, you get a sudden idea. Without a word you go half-run, half-glide to your room and return with a hefty plastic box. 

“What’s that for?”

“Help me decorate them,” you say. You open the box to reveal neat, divided piles of charms, gems, and stickers. He raises an eyebrow at you but complies nonetheless, taking a seat beside you at the table.

The new Netflix show that you and Vernon had originally intended to watch is miles behind you now as the two of you listen to your shared playlist and stick on small hearts and cartoon characters to the large surface of the headphones. 

It takes a while, for the two of you stop often to ask the other:

This one’s cuter if it’s crooked, right?

Should I break up the pink with some blue or keep it monochrome?

Does this cross rhinestone look too out of place?

 When it seems adequately covered, Vernon holds them up, allowing you both to survey your masterpiece. 

“Cute,” you smile, propping your head up against your fist as you lean on the table and declare a job well done. Vernon puts the headphones on your head, pushing a few hairs back in the process.

“Cute, indeed.” He grabs his phone and quickly takes a burst of photos before you can even think to stop him. You lean over to see the pictures he took, only to see him setting a picture to his lockscreen. It’s one from the second you realized he was snapping a photo, and you’re pouting in it.

“It’s time for yours now,” you joke and lightly kick his leg with your socked foot. To your surprise, he removes his headphones from their home on his neck and sets them on the table. “Vernon, I was kidding. We don’t actually have to do yours.”

“Oh, word?” he asks, laughing at his own misunderstanding. “Well, I kinda wanna do it, still.” You smirk.

“Ok so do you want Hello Kitty stickers or Gorrilaz stickers?” you question, already rummaging through the bin. 

 a/n: well. this is my first official seventeen fic post. as this is my first one it would be really appreciated if you left feedback (good, bad, or otherwise) either via reply, reblog, or asks! i hope you were able to enjoy this and i hope i can write many many more. xoxox

love, ro

[kny-agere]

First Meeting

Cg!Hinatsuru & Little!Reader

★彡☆彡★彡

You’ve been talking to Hinatsuru online for months, almost a year, so it really shouldn’t be scary. You’ve covered all bases. She’s sent several pictures of herself (and her id), even following specific instructions. You’re meeting in a public space. All your friends have your location pinged.

That’s not what scares you though. The thought of her somehow being a serial killer is much less scary than the other prevailing idea. You’re terrified that she’ll decide that this isn’t what she wants, or that you’re not what she wants.

In fear of not showing up at all you instead get to the cafe early. You only order a small side of fries to keep yourself busy without ruining your appetite. It might be a useless endeavor however considering your stomach has dug itself into a hole. Under the table your legs tremble. Several times you have to wipe your sweaty palms onto your jeans.

When the bell rings gently— signaling someone’s entry —you don’t notice Hinatsuru’s arrived until she takes the seat across from you.

“Hi! It’s so nice to meet you in person.” She’s smiling so wide at you. The only thing you can offer is a weak imitation of a grin.

You wipes your hand on your pants one last time before offering it for her to shake. “It’s gr-great to- um, great to see you too.” You can feel how smooth and pleasantly warm her hand is. Your own is still damp despite all your efforts.

The waiter, who had been eyeing you pitifully while you sat alone, comes straight to your table as soon as the other woman had settled down.

“Order whatever you want. I can foot the bill.” She smiles again and you might be blinded.

“Are you sure? Please don’t feel like you have to, I can take care of myself.”

“I know but that’s not the point. I want to help out.” The tone to her words makes you nod silently.

Hinatsuru orders a lot of food, mostly sides. You settle on a small soup. Despite the fact that she’s exactly the same as she is online you can’t shake your fears. With your stomach still in knots you can barely choke down your fries that are now cold and rather unappetizing.

“So, how have you been lately?” She makes direct eye contact that you can’t return.

“Good. I just finished mid-terms. That’s why I’ve been so busy, sorry.”

“No need to apologize. It’s good that you take your studies seriously.”

There’s an awkward beat of silence. This never happens over text. “Um right, how are you?”

“Oh I’m doing fine! I’ve just been really looking forward to meeting in-person.”

“Me too!” Your words rush out too quickly. “I never done this kinda thing before- I guess you knew that.” Laughing in a too high pitch you avert your eyes.

Conversation doesn’t flow as easily when you’re put on the spot. Hinatsuru doesn’t seem to mind any of your pauses or stumbling sentences but you note every single one. A few times you even start to answer questions with a full mouth, only to hide it behind your hand in embarrassment.

You’re sure any moment she’ll decide it’s time to end your suffering and simply leave but she never does. Even when you excuse yourself to the restroom for a brief moment (secretly hoping she’ll have disappeared just so you can go back to hiding in bed) she waits patiently at the table.

“Are you finished eating?” You’ve been picking at a bowl of cold fries for 20 minutes now. Her asking is just a formality.

Nodding hesitantly you follow her up to the counter. She pays and lunch is over.

“Do you still want to go back to your place?” The woman leads you towards the exit. It’s pleasant outside. “I know we talked about it, but it’s ok if this is enough for one day.” You’re nervous condition is clear but hearing her acknowledge it makes you flinch.

Hinatsuru reaches for your hand and squeezes it reassuringly.

“Um y-yea I think that’d be good.”

She takes you to her car, which is a rather nice one. You don’t know enough to specify the type. All you can tell is that it’s shiny and clean and smells wonderful.

The woman drives smoothly. You barely sway as she breaks and starts. At some point she brushes her hand against yours resting on the divider between the seats. When you don’t pull away (although you do jerk slightly) she slips it against yours. Embarrassed by her poorly hidden glances you look out the window.

She doesn’t bother you much, letting quiet music and monotone directions fill up the space rather than your voices. Every few minutes you glance at the estimated arrival time. As it ticks closer you grow stiff once more. A soft thumb rubs over the back of your hand but isn’t enough to lull you into a calmer state.

You’re worried about sweaty palms again, but more worried that if you let go she won’t recapture your hand. Any focus you had is forced to bounce between several sources of anxiety.

“Can I just park anywhere or is there designated guest parking?”

You blink and recognize your apartment building outside the window. “Oh um, you gotta go to the end.”

She slides into a spot. When Hinatsuru puts the car into park she untangles her hand from yours. You take a moment to wipe your palm against your pants.

You’re excited when you hop out of the car and she slides up to your side again. “I’m excited to see your room,” she says. “I only get glimpses from your pictures.”

“Well it’s not very big so you’ve probably seen more than you realize. Sorry I should’ve said that before, um, in case you wanted to go somewhere nicer.” There’s a little tremble at the end of your words.

Hinatsuru grabs your hand again and squeezes it. “Don’t feel bad, I’m up for whatever you want. As long as you’re comfortable.”

“You’re really nice.” You’re not expecting it but she blushes lightly at the gentle compliment. Cuddling against her side your face grows warm too.

The woman lets your lean against her the whole walk to your apartment. In fairness it’s not a particularly long walk but you enjoy the closeness.

You fumble with the keys for a moment. The immediate loss of physical contact leaves you chilled.

Pushing inside there’s not much to look at, just the default blankness of the apartment. “Um, my room is prettier.” You feel the need to justify the emptiness of the lounge.

“It’s nice in here! Honestly I think Tengen overdecorates sometimes.”

You can’t do anything other than nod. You wish you were strung on her arm again. “I didn’t have- have anything specific in mind so I jus’ kinda left my room like normal.” It trails off into a mumble at the end. You allow her inside. While she looks around the space you keep your eyes focused on the ground.

“It’s so pretty baby! You have a good eye for color.”

It doesn’t cure your silence but does burn your cheeks.

“And you wanna keep going?” Hinatsuru takes a moment to cradle you in her arms. You’re happy to lean into the touch.

“Y-yeah.”

“Do you want to change into something more comfortable?” Her hand slips over your back.

“Um, yes please. Can you pick it out?” You’re still standing in the middle of your rather small room.

“Alright! Do you have certain clothes for this?”

Should you? “No. My jammies are in the bottom drawer though.” You suddenly feel like your single matching set and several mismatched pairs are inadequate. Though you exchanged photos as a way to prove your identity, it wasn’t common to send candids. She’s probably just curious.

“And do you have any toys you wanna get out? Do you wanna use your paci?” She strides forward with confidence, kneeling to look through your sleepwear options.

“I got just a box. Sorry it’s not very much.”

Hinatsuru turns around, she’s picked out a polka-dotted blue pair of bottoms. “You don’t need to be sorry! I didn’t mean to be presumptuous. I just thought you’d have things you wanted to get out.”

“No I do- but, well I figured you’re used to having more.” Looking down you shrink into yourself.

Hinatsuru approaches you slowly. She wraps an arm around you, and then pulls you into her. After only a second something in you budges and tears are slipping down your cheeks.

For a moment she doesn’t speak. The woman simply rubs your back and sways gently. A few times you try to explain yourself through blubbering sobs but Hinatsuru just shushes you gently.

You stand there for a few minutes. Your legs kind of hurt from being locked in place but you don’t notice that until you’re let go and allowed to move. It couldn’t have been more than five minutes but you feel exhausted.

“Are we feeling a lot of emotions right now?” Hinatsuru guides you until you’re settled on the bed. As you nod a thumb drifts towards your lips. Before it can make contact the woman places a pacifier in its place.

At first you try to speak around the intrusion in your mouth. Realizing your words are unintelligible you simply nod.

“Should I go?” She barely gets the words out before tears are flooding your face again. A hand grips onto her shirt so tight you’re scared you might rip it. “Hey, it’s ok I was just asking. I’ll stay if you want.” Hinatsuru has to slowly unwind your hand from her clothes.

“How about we get you changed then, and we can have a good long nap.” She pulls away slowly, only for a moment. Picking up the pajamas that had been discarded she places them on the edge of your bed.

It takes quite a bit of wiggling to help her strip you down. When you’re not in the mood to move too much this is the best you can offer. The new set slides on easily with Hinatsuru’s help. Soft cotton is much more comfortable than rough jeans.

Taking another moment to pause the woman looks for anything else you might have to offer. Opening the box that had contained your pacifier she finds a small collection of other items tucked inside. There’s some fuzzy brown socks, which she pulls out, alongside a sippy cup. The only item she leaves is the canister of oat puffs. That’s a snack you can enjoy on your own.

When she rises you’re in much of the same position. As Hinatsuru comes back into view you reach out for her once more.

She doesn’t yet fall into your arms, leaving you with a confused frown. First she has to coax your feet out from underneath the warm covers. Before she puts the socks on her fingers lightly scratch the bottom on your feet. The woman has to dodge an unintentional kick as you squirm about. Laughing Hinatsuru holds your ankle, again tracing a path along the ticklish area. You squeal loudly as she continues with a motions. It’s not until there’s tears in your eyes that she takes the opportunity to slip on the socks.

And again you expect her to crawl in the bed beside you, displeased when she doesn’t. You’re not inclined to sit up quite yet, but you do angrily wiggle your fingers.

“Wait one moment baby, do you want me to fill up your bottle?”

“Shocolate ‘ilk.”

“Ok, I’ll be right back.”

You’re too comfortable in bed to wonder if you should’ve given her more proper directions. Trusting she’ll find the chocolate powder tucked away in a cabinet you instead focus on trying to remain awake. In the absence of a body next to you, you instead wrap yourself around one of your many stuffed animals. The soft fur against your cheek keeps dragging your eyes closed. Each time you blink you feel as if the darkness around you lasts for a moment longer.

The moment weight settles on the bed once more you shoot upwards. You have to scramble for awareness briefly but Hinatsuru moves closer as you wave your arms about awkwardly.

You’re bed isn’t quite made for two but you carve out space. It helps when she cradles most of your body against hers. You get to bury your face against her warm neck.

“I thought you were hungry.” You had forgotten the cup in her hold. It takes a bit more shifting to get into a better pose, moving down slightly so you lay against her chest. Though the model visually leans more towards that of a sippy cup it works like a bottle. She tips the edge into your mouth, happy to let you suckle the silicone teat. Hinatsuru is careful to hold it in such a position that you’re not overwhelmed by the speed of its release.

Her other hand wraps around your back to the intertwine with one of your own. Occasionally you’ll release your hold to tug and grasp at her long fingers.

When you’ve finished the contents of the cup, and before she places the pacifier back you make your peace. “S-sorry ‘m not wantin’ to play. It’s boring probably.”

“Don’t say sorry. You’ve never done this with someone else right? It’s normal to be feeling a lot of things.”

“Yea but, um-“

“No buts! We’re gonna hang out again right? Don’t act like this is the only time you’re gonna see me. I’m excited to do whatever you want.”

“I love you m-mama.”

Her fingers pull you closer. “I love you even more.”

[lamnwar]

dhfjgj ok so i have never done an ask before but your writing is just*chef’s kiss* and idk i’m sitting in the depths of my affections for kagami rn and basically can you give us a kagami x fem! reader fluffy smut scenario?

i was honestly obsessed with your sfw piece “it just makes sense” esp the way you described him looking up at the sky in the beginning and thenbROUGHT IT BACK at the end was just agdjfshkfg poetry

kinda just want to have a pwp moment with a first meeting context.

bUT if this is too big an ask, i’m kinda craving that vibe, even if you could bless us with some shmexy crumbs following “it just makes sense” i’d be elated.

HIIII OMG SO SO SORRY I TOOK WAY TOO LONG FOR THIS ONE, I HAVE NO EXCUSE 😭 I was really excited to write this one, so I hope you're still looking for some love for Kagami bc I lowkey unlocked my affection for him writing this lmaooo anyways I hope you enjoy it <33 it's kinda accidental but I'm trynna make up for the tardiness by publishing on Valentine's Day so yeah 💕

Till The Rain Stops // Kagami Taiga x Fem! Reader

MDNI 18+

Context: in which the heavy rains get you to meet a beautiful stranger. All characters are 18+ for plot purposes.

Warnings: LISTEN it's kinda fluffy till I got feral so yeah, some fondling, nipple play, slight manhandling, oral (f! and m! receiving), unprotected sex (never have sex unprotected with a stranger irl please 😭), Kagami's big 🧎🏾‍♀️, he cums on reader's chest 🤭

“Shit” you swear under your breath, as you are greeted by an unexpected deluge just minutes after leaving your building.

You look up, startled by the millions of drops falling on you, drenching your entire body while you ponder how you’ve never figured that it was going to rain today. Maybe it’s because you’ve been out of touch with reality lately – it happens sometimes when things get overwhelming. So here you are, cursing yourself for not bringing an umbrella with you, and realizing that you don’t have many options but to find shelter somewhere dry. You run, protecting the content of your bag by holding it close to your chest. The sounds of your shoes in the puddles is barely heard over the violent thudding of the rain on all solid surfaces around. Evidently, at the sight of the first building on your path, you rush to enter it.

And that is when you see him. The squeak of his shoes on the wooden floor of the gymnasium follows each of his quick movements, till he jumps, time stopping momentarily as he reaches the hoop. You stare, stars in your eyes, like he is some weird invention of your imagination. But when he lands, you are brought back to reality. You silently watch as he dribbles around, swiping away the sweat of his face. He eventually stops, removing his shirt and throwing it to the side court. Except that the drench fabric lands at your feet and you both let out a gasp when your eyes meet. For what seems like an eternity, he stares at you, thick eyebrows torn at the sight of a complete stranger, wet from head to toes, standing here with these startled eyes.

“Do you need something?” his voice resonates in the empty gymnasium.

You can hear the rain drumming against the metallic roof, and you figure that you should say something.

“I uh… ran here, got caught in the rain” you explain.

His eyes don’t leave you for a second; you’re curious as to why at first, before looking down to see how your clothes cling to your body, exposing your figure to the gaze of a man you have yet to know the name of. Embarrassment gains you immediately, even more so when you realize that you have nothing to hide behind. He steps forward, and you realize just how big he is. As he stands a mere metre away from you, you are faced directly with his bare chest on which drops of sweat glimmer like he’s covered in glitter. As awkward as the situation is, you can’t ignore the sight before you; he is sculpted like a Greek god, the define lines of his muscles hypnotizing. Around his neck hangs a silver ring, and you ashamedly imagine tugging on it to pull his face closer to yours.

“God, you’re fucking wet” he remarks.

And upon hearing his voice again, your attention deviates to his face. You know that you have no idea who he is – there is no way you’d forget a face like his. His traits are of such finesse, a perfect mix of sharp angles and soft highlights, a raw beauty that makes you wonder, once again, if you are not hallucinating.

“I’m sorry to bother” you finally speak, “I just didn’t expect the rain so… can I stay here till I dry a bit and the situation calms down outside?”

“That ain’t my gymnasium, do as you please.”

His casual tone takes you aback. You haven’t really focused on his words ever since he’s opened his mouth, but you now take note of his tone; he talks like you’re acquainted and while this would have usually annoyed you, it just feels so natural coming from him. And you cannot hold yourself in any position to judge, not when you look like you do and more importantly, when you’ve been gawking at his shirtless torso all along instead of holding a conversation with him.

“Would you know where I can dry myself off?” you ask, looking down at the puddle forming at your feet.

“Oh yeah, you better do that” he raises his eyebrows.

From a gesture of the hand, he invites you to follow him, and you do so silently. You watch his back as he guides you, the size of it making you feel a bit bothered. You can feel some thoughts marching in your head, and knowing their nature, you chase them away. What kind of creep would you be, thinking about marking this gorgeous back with your nails while he thrusts into you? You cough, feeling terrible for being so ridiculously desperate for a man you barely know.

“I’m Kagami Taiga, by the way. I don’t think we’ve met before.”

Taiga. His name echoes in your head, sounding pretty. It fits him, you ponder, matching the energy you get from him.

“We haven’t met no, but it’s nice to meet you.”

You introduce yourself back, small talk issuing from your introduction till he opens the door of what you figure to be the lockers. His back stands in the middle of the room, and he invites you in.

“Got a towel hanged there” he points at the hangers, “and I don’t know about your clothes, but I think I might have an extra t-shirt for you.”

“You- you don’t have to!”

“Up to you girl, but…” he gets a black shirt out of his bag “if you want something warm and dry.”

He stands in front of you, a big hand holding out the piece of clothing to you. The proximity makes you gulp; he’s intimidating, yet incredibly attractive. And when your fingers graze his as you take his t-shirt, you get a whiff of his perfume – a mix of his natural scent and his deodorant. It doesn’t help your case: he smells heavenly. These thoughts rush in again: what would you do to get his scent on you? what would you do to be encased under his perfect body? Once again, you chase them away the best as you can, refocusing on the present moment.

“Thank you then, Taiga.”

“Taiga? Are we on first name basis already?” he smirks at you.

“Oh! Where are my manners…”

“Hey chill, I couldn’t care less. Call me what you want. Anyway, my name sounds good coming out of your mouth.”

On these words, he leaves the lockers and closes the door behind him, leaving you totally flustered. Come to think of it, he certainly doesn’t mean much by what he’s said – not only does he seem casual in his language, he’s also straightforward. But you can’t help the way you feel; having a hot guy saying that he likes the way you call his name isn’t a common occurrence (well, not as much as you’d like it to be). But again, you figure that you should keep your calm. It isn’t really like you now, is it? Maybe it’s the rain making you think and feel like a hormonal teenager, who knows.

So, you stand there in your underwear, patting your body dry. Your mind cannot get off your new encounter, not when it looks like it comes right off a rom-com. The only thing missing was the rose petals falling around Kagami when you first saw him, although you’d argue it felt like it. At the mere thought of him, you notice a heat in your chest, and you wonder if that may be a love at first sight situation. The thought is crazy – you are more of a realist, and as little as you understand of love, the idea of falling in love upon seeing someone for the first time is fairly crazy. So maybe it’s not love per se, but rather a deep state of infatuation, where the single fact that you are wearing his t-shirt makes you giddy, and you wonder how it’d feel to wake up in his clothes every morning, a piece of him always with you. It’s all crazy daydreams, making you feel out of yourself but at the same time, you’d argue that you can’t be blamed, because you deeply believe that the man you’ve met only minutes ago is objectively the kind to sweep anyone off their feet.

It doesn’t help your case, when you leave the lockers and see him practice his shooting, his form capturing your eyes. His movements are precise and elegant, in complete contrast with his force and the strong muscles that activate as he makes his shots. You are in awe, witness of something great, and questions flood your mind as you stand on the side court, hypnotized by him.

Who the hell is Kagami Taiga?

He goes to catch the ball under the nest after perfectly putting it in, strong hand dribbling it on the polished wooden floor, the sound echoing the beat of your own heart. It’s intriguing that you’ve never met him before. The gymnasium is just minutes away from your place, on your way to most places – whether it be the convenience store or the nearest bus station. You’re used to seeing people walk in and out of it, local teams coming for practice, or neighbours going in for their daily dose of physical activity. But not once have you seen him, and it can’t be that you’ve never noticed, because he’s definitely not the kind to go unnoticed. His fiery aura alone forces you to look his way, capturing all your senses and getting you to pay attention to nothing but him. And now that you see him practice, you note that he is not an amateur like most people coming to play here. With such abilities, he’s either a professional or just a pure genius.

“D’you ever play?” his voice resonates in the empty gymnasium.

It takes you out of your trance, and you look at him, meeting his raised eyebrows.

“I did real quick in P.E. but that’s just how far my history with basketball goes” you reply in all honesty.

He smiles, eyes deviating to the windows for a second. The rain hasn’t stopped, nor has it calmed down. You sigh at this vision, although some part of you wishes it never stops so you get to stay longer with Kagami.

“Wanna play? To pass time, you know” he proposes.

A heat gains your cheeks; it’s cute, you think, and you’d be dumb to not take the opportunity. You nod, trotting to join him on the court. You smile looking up at him.

“You’ll have to show me, sir.”

“Sir?”

“I ought to show you respect if you are to instruct me the ways of basketball.”

He raises an eyebrow before chuckling. The ball under his arm bounces to you, and you catch it in both your hands. You look at it, thinking about how it was looking smaller in his hand. You dribble a bit, getting use to the ball and they you look back at him, nicely waiting for instructions.

“Shoot” he says.

He stands in the sideline, hands on his hips as you suddenly feel nervous. Something about him observing your every move is scary, the thought of is judgement being cast on you, making your heartbeat faster. But you shake the feeling away as best as you can, getting into position and letting the ball fly to the basket. It bounces on the hoop before falling right in his hand.

“Are you going to correct my form?” you ask as he walks back to you.

“Do you want me to?”

“I… wouldn’t mind.”

You swear you see him blush, though it might just be the physical activity that makes the blood rush all over his body. Regardless, you feel his warm body as he comes closer, placing the ball in your hand and then standing behind you. It takes all of you in, your mind uncapable of focusing on anything else but the proximity between you. And when his fingers reach your arms, placing them as they should, you can hardly breathe.

“Now, I need you to bend your knees a bit” he speaks near your ear.

“Fuck.”

Your eyes open wide upon the realization that you’ve spoken out loud. You can’t get yourself to face him, or move a single bit, petrified that he’s heard you. Yeah, it could have been worse – you’ve certainly thought of worse ever seen you got here. But still, the way that word came out of your mouth, like a desperate whimper, is enough to translate the way you’ve been feeling about him.

“Did I do something wrong?”

His candidness surprises you – is he totally unaware of his charms? You can seize the opportunity to act like nothing happened, or… or you can get something more fun out of it.

“You’re cute Taiga, do you know that?”

You’ve never been so bold, and it feels thrilling to speak your mind rather than internally struggling with whatever goes on in your head.

“Cute? I’ve been told I’m a lot of things… but never cute” he reflects. “How am I cute?”

“Well,” you breath, “it’s cute that you can’t tell why being near you makes me swear out loud.”

Your fingers tighten around the ball, anticipating his answer.

“Oh?” he takes a moment, and feel him stand straight behind you before another, “oh” comes out, this one sounding more like a sound of realization.

He reaches behind you, taking you in an embrace for a quick second that feels like eternity before his hands catch yours on the ball.

“You’re a weird one” he remarks, “gawking at me and acting shy one time, and telling me I’m cute and making a move the other.”

“Listen” you try to justify yourself, “I have to make myself memorable, for the next time we meet.”

“Is that so?”

You gulp; his voice sounds so close to you that simply imagining the little space between your bodies makes you weak to the knees. You try to keep a semblance of composure, just for your own dignity, but it’s hard when he’s pressing at your back, bare skin emitting so much heat that you feel it through the fabric of the t-shirt you’re wearing.

“Well, I’m glad that you like me that much” he continues, “my weird one.”

“Should I take it as compliment? That I’m your weird one?”

“I imply that you’re mine. Isn’t it enough?”

You drop the ball, turning around to face him; and that is when it strikes you how close he is. Just centimetres away, his tall body towering over you as he stares, wondering what your next move is.

“I don’t know, I could be yours, yeah, but you should make me first.”

“Sure thing, how d’you want me to proceed?”

He glances at the window – the rain is nowhere near to stop, if anything, it’s pouring even more. The two of you are bound to stay in this gymnasium alone for an unpredictable amount of time. Sure, he has an umbrella, and the two of you could venture outside, confronting the ruthless drops till you both get home. But in comparison to the warmth you’re currently experiencing, it’d be foolish to break the moment, for you don’t know when another occasion as such will ever come.

“Start by giving me a kiss” you finally say, gathering all your confidence in that simple request.

He raises an eyebrow, a glimpse of something appearing in his red irises before he lets a short, cheeky smirk cross his lips as he comes closer. As the distance between you reduces, your mind runs at a thousand kilometres per hour. All of the sudden, you realize what is going on, how you’ve asked for something that you truly want and you’re about to get it. It has never occurred to you before that it can be that simple – you’ve seen him, you’ve immediately taken a liking to him, and now here you are.

His lips are soft against yours as his hands go to pull you closer by the waist. You reach for his face, fingers taking in every inch of his skin, and you can’t help but smile. The way he holds you and kisses you is heavenly – dreamlike, just like him. And it takes your eyes opening again for you to realize, once again, that you aren’t hallucinating. Under the sound of the rain, you kiss him again, more and more hungry for him, figuring that you shouldn’t try to rationalize what is happening. Sure, you are not a believer of love at first sight, but you can’t deny that everything about Kagami Taiga keeps pulling you in, like you want to be made for him, and him only.

“Now what?” he says against your lips.

You look at him, in search of an answer yourself. You could stop everything at this very instant, which would be the sensical thing to do all things considered – you barely know the guy, and a public gymnasium isn’t the most romantic place ever. But at the same time, the tension between you is unbearable, and not listening to your deepest instincts feels wrong.

“Have you ever had sex in the locker room, Taiga?”

The basketball player does not expect you to reply to his question by another one, much less one like that. But this time, he doesn’t take long to connect the dots and understand your intentions.

“I’m about to” he replies, fingers intertwining with yours as he takes you to the locker room.

You laugh as you follow him, feeling like two teenagers about to make a silly mistake, and in some ways, maybe this is what it is. But you couldn’t care less, not when his lips find yours again as he pulls you up, legs wrapping around his waist. You make a mess of his hair, fingers tracing down to the silver chain around his neck before you get to the ring, pulling on it. He gasps, surprised by how you tug him closer and you feel his grip on your bottom get stronger. He almost stumbles, landing on the bench.

“Do I sweep you off your feet, big boy?” an amused smile painted on your face.

“You fucking do” he retorts.

You laugh softly, enjoying the way he looks at you. It is so warm, so humane. The man that you’ve thought to be a miracle upon first entering this gymnasium is right here, so close to you that it is impossible to doubt his existence. You can’t deny it, not when he lifts his t-shirt off your body to leave kisses on your neck and chest. Not when he removes your bra and swears under his breath at the sight of your gorgeous tits. Not when his big hands fondle your breasts, and he goes to suck on your harden nipples to get the sweetest moans out of your lips.

“Fuck, Taiga” you breathe out.

“What is it, my pretty one?”

The name he calls you by makes you waver, and you can’t help but smile at him.

“I’m your pretty one now, huh? No longer weird?”

“You’re both, how about that?”

“I’ll take that, but can your pretty one get some love down there now? I’m growing impatient here!”

He laughs at your straightforwardness, while you yourself are still trying to wrap your head around the fact that you’ve actually spoken these words without hesitation. It amazes you, how he manages to put you at such ease, like you’ve always known each other. Yet, you sit here on his lap, curious as ever to discover everything about him because despite the way you feel, you are still strangers. It’s a sort of excitement that takes over you when he grabs you again like you weight nothing, then lays you on the bench. The cold surface against your hot skin gives you goosebumps, but you cannot care less – your attention is entirely focused on the man removing your pants, followed by your underwear, an ecstatic look painting his face at the sight of your cunt.

“Shit, you’re so fucking hot” he outright remarks, hands roaming on your thighs.

You feel blood rush to your face, part of you embarrassed to be examined by the eyes of the handsome stranger, part of you extremely aroused by the prospect of what is to come.

“Can I taste you?”

“Please” you nod eagerly.

He doesn’t waste a minute, spreading your legs further apart and getting a comfortable place in between them. Half-lidded eyes look up to you while he marks your skin of his lips, hot breath fanning on your erected clitoris. You bite your lips, keeping in the sounds that menace to come out; he’s barely done anything yet, but you are already melting, the simple sight of him between your legs being its own aphrodisiac. However, you cannot keep your silence when he takes a first laps, separating your lips to have access to your clitoris. He reaches the bundle of nerves, sucking on it languidly, though you feel that he is holding back his true hunger. Something almost animalistic animates the red-haired boy, each stroke of his skilled tongue leaving you speechless – only moans and incoherent mumbles leave your throat.

“Taste so fucking good” he groans as he feists on you.

You can’t even voice out an answer, hips desperately bucking forward to communicate your needs. He is, there again, quick to understand, and his strong arms wrap around your legs as he pulls you closer, keeping his hold as he buries himself in the heavenly warmth of your pussy. He’s messy, hungry, insatiable. You whine – it feels like too much already, and you are just seconds away from your orgasm. Your thighs clench, the knot in your stomach unravelling as you bend against the surface of the bench.

He barely has the time to get out of the embrace of your legs that you pull his face towards yours, desperately kissing him, getting the bittersweet taste of you on your tongue. You’re in a state that is unknown to you, wanting – needing – everything of him. Kagami Taiga has you so desperately in need for him, that your hands rush to the band of his basketball shorts, big doe eyes looking up at him as you beg:

“I want to suck your dick, please!”

This time, Taiga looks surprised by your eagerness. Though he’s appreciated the honesty you’ve demonstrated lately, seeing you so hungry for him takes him aback. The surprise, however, isn’t unwelcomed. As a matter of fact, he looks at you with stars in his eyes – elated that a girl like you, can want him so much. A simple stranger, yet one that has already turned his life around in the few hours you’ve got to spend together.

“Fuck, I can’t refuse shit to my pretty one” he smiles, fingers caressing your cheeks.

You are quick to free his hard cock of all fabric, taking an instant to admire it. Its size is impressive – though proportional, considering how tall and large he is; and from the way it looks, proud and beautiful, you can only crave it more. Your hands wrap at the base and give a few slow strokes, fingers exploring his length curiously. His tip calls for the warmth of your mouth, and you yield; your tongue licks gently, descending to the shaft before you leave a soft kiss to the tip. You look up, the sight of his immense body folding under your delicate touches. And the second you take him in, welcoming his cock in the tender embrace of your cheeks, he is nothing but a mess, big hands pushing your head closer as you choke a bit on his length.

“You can take me in, can’t you?”

You whine a response with a mouth full, proving him just right as he reaches the back of your throat. Tears gather at the corner of your eyes, making them look like celestial skies, and you ravish at the way you make him feel. His heavy panting and the occasional swearing leave you more wet than you already are, and it takes everything in you to keep going instead of stopping and fuck yourself on his dick. However, patience has never been one of your virtues, and you let him go in a sloppy “pop”. His hand comes to your face, forcing you to look at him as he looks for an answer.

“I’m sorry Taiga, but I can’t wait any longer” you confess.

He helps you up, leaving a chaste kiss on your lips, which startles you. You couldn’t expect such response to what you just did and said, but the more you get to know him, the more you understand that he isn’t your average guy. No, where another man would be impatient and apathic, Kagami is surprisingly kind, perfectly understanding you and your body and indulging into you without thinking twice. He is genuine in a way that makes your heart flutter, so you really can’t blame yourself for wanting him so deep in you, that he forever leaves his mark.

“How does my pretty one want me, hm?”

“I don’t fucking care, I just want you.”

He laughs taking you by the hips before laying you back on the bench. As he spreads your legs wide for him, you look at his figure hovering over you. He is incredibly beautiful; you reflect at the sight. Beside his divine body, his face is one that you wish to always see, one that you’d paint the portrait of.

And it just strikes you at this moment, that you might actually be in love with his face.

Maybe it is truly love at first sight, as absurd as it sounds, maybe it just was a destined encounter. How else can you explain that you feel just right for each other? That he knows how to please your body without you having to say anything? How else can you explain the absolute bliss you feel hearing him groan in your ear? Or the way his hips buck harder when you chant his name like a prayer?

“So fucking good” he grunts as his fingers find your clit.

Your eyes barely stay open, but in a last moment of control over your blissed out body, your finger hook the ring around his neck, pulling him towards your face. Your lips find his in yet another of these heated, needy kisses. Your moans get lost in his mouth and you shake, feeling your orgasm approaching.

“Taiga…” you try to warn him.

“Fuck, are you cumming, yeah? Are you gonna milk me, pretty one?”

You fail to word out an answer, instead whining like the needy girl you are. So needy, for him, for all of him. His thrusts keep going till you finally reach your climax, his name leaving your lips as you feel your insides explode. He keeps going, your clenching walls taking him to the edge. Just as he feels himself on the verge of his own orgasm, he pulls out, stroking his cock till you hear your name in a moan, hot strings of white painting your chest. And everything that you’ve imagined since first meeting him, all these thoughts you were ashamed of and try to repress, they all suddenly take a taste of reality.

Because in Taiga’s attempt of making you his, you’ve ended up making him yours.

“It’s still raining outside” he remarks as he pulls your tired body towards his.

He strokes your hair while you listen carefully to the drops falling on the roof. It sounds like the rain has calmed down, but it is not your intention to leave anytime soon.

“I just kinda want to stay with you till the rain stops, and maybe even after.”

[spotsandsocks]

Alone With Your Thoughts

10.5k Teen Chapt 4/4

Buck gets badly hurt on a call. Against his wishes Eddie has to leave him behind to get help, but that doesn’t mean Buck’s left alone. Buck faces someone from his past and has to decide who he is and what he wants from his life. That is if he gets to have one now. He’s bleeding and time is running out.

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Buck’s fallen a little way behind so Eddie turns to check on him, he looks pale but he’s still moving, stubbornness keeping him on his feet if nothing else does. Not much longer anyway, he can see the way out now. 

This has been a nightmare of a call; they were working on a rescue in the hills surrounding LA and suddenly everything went wrong, he remembers earth moving beneath them and then a fall, now they’re separated from the others, lost, injured and alone. It’s far from ideal.

The pain in his head is a constant thud, the remnants of being knocked out. Buck had fared slightly better in the accident and after he’d made sure Eddie was relatively ok, if you disregard the being unconscious part, he’d searched around and found a way to get them back to the team. Hopefully.

Eddie hadn’t had much to do with it, he’d only come to a little while ago, finding himself drapped unceremoniously over Buck’s shoulder. Once it was established he could walk unaided they’d carried on side by side but Buck’s been slowing down for these last five minutes and Eddie’s starting to get a little worried, carrying him must have taken more out of the younger man than he originally suspected.

Eddie’s hurt himself, cuts and bruises, possibly concussion and a gash on his leg. He’s a little worried about that too, it’s a fairly serious wound, deep and nasty, it needs stitches and while it's slowed it’s still bleeding steadily. They need to get out of this mess of a situation as soon as possible and the way out is in sight; a short but steep climb upwards. It doesn’t look easy but it’ll be manageable, even with his injury. Eddie winces in anticipation, it’s going to hurt like hell  but he can do it and they can hardly stay here, wherever here is. 

Once they get higher up again they can hope to be found and Eddie really wants to go home. He’s about to say that to Buck when a noise has him turning and he’s shocked to see the other man on the floor. Rushing to his side he finally sees what Buck’s been hiding from him. His hand comes away from his friend’s body slick and red. 

That’s a lot of blood, far too much.

Buck’s eyelids flutter and close.

Damn him, damn him to hell and back. 

Eddie works on stopping the bleeding as best he can, looks like home will have to wait a little longer.

Buck opens his eyes to the disappointing sight of Eddie still by his side. He’d hoped he’d have the sense to go, get moving. In retrospect it was a rather stupid hope. Eddie wouldn’t leave him , just like Buck would never leave Eddie.

However he needs to make him go. They can’t both stay. Buck already knows what state he’s in and Eddie’s barely any better, he needs to get to the hospital and he won’t get there sitting with Buck waiting until he bleeds out.

So, no time to waste. He opens his mouth to do what needs to be done.

“Why are you still here? You should have gone already.”

Eddie’s voice is filled with vitriol, “Are you that stupid?”  The look he gets is scornful, Eddie’s lip curls around the words “you think I’m leaving you when you're hurt like this?”

Buck kinda hoped he would, they’d ended up in trouble when the rescue they’d been on had gone wrong in about four different ways now Eddie’s adding a fifth problem to his day. 

“You have to go Eddie. You're hurt, you need the hospital.”

Eddie stands abruptly so Buck has to crane his neck to look up at him.

“I’m hurt?! Jesus Buck you’ve been bleeding all this time! Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?”

He sighs, “Not much point. Had to keep moving. Here now. You can go.”

“I am not leaving you.”

God he’s stubborn. Buck tries again, 

“You have to. You need help.”

“Stop! You need me here. I can’t just… I can’t.”

Eddie’s face distorts as he holds himself back, it’s obvious there are other things he wants to say but isn’t. 

“Eddie we both know…” Buck doesn’t want to say it outloud but it’s not like they don’t see this kind of thing all the time. See the aftermath of this kind of situation. They both know the most likely outcome.

“No! We don't know anything. They are looking for us and they are  going to find us.” Each word is definite, Eddie wants no argument from him, that’s unfortunate because that’s not something Buck can do. 

“Not in time.” He keeps his voice gentle, this will be hard for Eddie to accept he knows that. 

“No!” Eddie’s face is hidden from him, he turned away with his exclamation, hiding from him as best he can. 

Buck keeps trying, “You have to go before it’s too late for you too. I know you’re  still bleeding. Might have internal injuries too. We got banged up pretty bad.”

Edie spins round, his distress suddenly clear “Stop telling me to leave. I won’t,  I can’t.” His voice breaks on the last word, there’s no anger any more, which is maybe worse, “ Please.” His eyes beg Buck to find an alternative, “We have to think of something else. Anything. I can’t….”

“Eddie.” 

He knows how he sounds, tired and sad, he wishes he could tell him to stay. Maybe he’d finally be brave enough  to say all the things he’s been meaning to tell him ‘someday’ but he can’t be selfish, he’s left it too late and there’s never going to be a ‘someday’, nothing to be done about that now. He braces himself, he’s going to have to be cruel if he wants to save the man he loves. It’s for the best.

He makes his voice hard, cold, “So… what? You’ll stay, keep me company until I bleed out then go, when you’ve lost too much blood to make it either? Now whose stupid? “ he needs a breath before he pushes on, Eddie stares, Buck thinks that he’s probably never spoken to Eddie like that before. He doesn’t stop.

“There’s no choice Eddie. You have to leave now; you save who you can and you move on.”

The last words actually make the older man flinch. He looks shocked, hurt. That’s the trouble these days, Eddie’s not hiding his feelings as much so all his pain is on display, other things have been on display too, in better circumstances. Buck thinks maybe he could have risked telling him certain things, maybe it wouldn’t have gone as badly as he feared. 

“No!” Eddie’s head shakes “I want… Buck, I can’t just leave you, please don’t make me.”

Buck holds firm, he loves Eddie so he can do this for him, with no change to his voice, still as cold as ice, he replies with his strongest, cruelest argument.

“You have to go. Someone has to go home to Christopher.”

That hits home, Eddie’s eyes go wide and now he’s mad again, which is much better than hurt. 

“Don’t!” Buck focuses on the finger pointing at him rather than Eddie’s angry face. “Don’t use him against me.”

“Why not? It’s true. You have to go, one of us has to get home to him.”

Eddie just shakes his head, nostrils flaring and there are tears in his eyes.

Now Buck does focus on him, holds his gaze. He speaks slowly, each word deliberate. “You don’t have a choice. Not if you love him.”

God he hates himself, Eddie must too, guilt washes over him. But he stays determined. This is what love looks like, putting others first, doing things for them.

Eddie looks away, no clue to his thoughts there but his shoulders slump and Buck knows he’s going to win this, their last argument.

When he speaks Eddie sounds broken, 

“Stop.” It's barely a whisper,  “You can't. You can’t ask me to go. You don’t know what you're asking me to do.”

That washes away his own guilt, he’s drowning in a flood of feelings. Does Eddie really think that? How can he, how  doesn’t he know? He uses precious energy  to make his thoughts clear. His own volume rising as his feelings spill over. 

“I know exactly what I’m asking Eddie!  I had to do it! I left you. When you got shot I walked away not knowing if I’d ever see you again, I walked away because he needed me to. So don’t tell  me I don’t know. I know.”

Eddie’s face is blank, wiped clean of any thoughts and feelings. They don’t talk about that day but Buck continues, this is his last chance after all, his voice is  still harsh, still looking to wound, to send him running. 

“I knew what I had to do then and you do now, so go. You have a son. He needs you. Go, go while there’s a chance you can make it back to him.” 

Then the fight goes out of him, his energy spent and his voice softens, it’s ok to part as friends isn’t it, give Eddie a little hope, maybe even hold some back for himself too, his mouth curls into a small smile,“hey you can just come back for me, I’m not going anyway.”

Eddie crouches down and grabs hold of his hand, there are tears trailing down his cheeks but his voice is steady.

“I hate you.”

Buck smiles again, he’s already tired but he needs to look strong to convince Eddie he has time, that he might still be ok when he comes back.

“No you don’t.”

Eddie can’t manage to return the expression, he wipes at his face and sniffs, blinking back more tears.  Buck squeezes his hand when Eddie agrees with him. 

“No I don’t.” 

There’s so much behind the words and no more time to spend on them. Eddie looks like his heart is breaking, his eyes tell a story Buck can’t bear to witness.

He looks away.

“Buck …”

He can’t look, he’ll weaken and that’s not what’s needed, eyes downcast he manages to reply in a steady enough voice “Don’t. Just.. tell me later, ok?” except he doesn’t really think they’ll be a later. He can pretend though, he’s been good at that all his life, he can keep it up a little longer.

Fingers lift his chin and he lets Eddie look at him, he allows himself to take in what he believes will be his last look at Eddie’s face. Eddie’s thumb rubs his cheek gently. 

“Buck, I need to tell you something.”

“No, no you don’t, just…. tell me later ok.”

He thinks they both need to believe in later. 

There’s an ocean of words floating in Eddie’s eyes but he doesn’t want Eddie to say them. He doesn’t want to hear goodbye or maybe even I love you. Those are last words and he doesn’t want last words now.

The muscles of Eddie’s jaw flex and his mouth twists as he carefully controls everything he’s feeling before he speaks.

“Buck, Evan, you have to hold on ok. I need you to hold on for me. 

A thumb sweeps gently over his cheek again, and Eddie’s last words to him turn out to be “Don’t you dare die. Don’t you dare.”

“I’ll do my best,” he even manages another smile for him. Eddie’s fingers trace across the side of his face again, and Buck lets his eyes drink in the lines and counters of his face, they look at each other one last time and Buck doesn’t miss the tears that spill over just before Eddie turns and walks away. 

So Eddie leaves him and he doesn’t look back. Buck got just what he wanted. 

He stares, eyes tracking him as he climbs and then Eddie disappears from sight leaving in the way Buck knew he’d never be able to manage when he’d found the way out earlier.

He’s all alone now so  he can say it, he whispers the words to no one, “goodbye Eddie. I love you.” and lets his eyes close.

Chapt 2

[uselessbun]

Coffee

Just smth I wrote yesterday, I hope you like it :)

word count:~1,300

contains: G/T, safe/soft vore, accidental vore, mentions of digestion

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That story starts from elsewhere. Once upon a time, the siencist from the hill decided to do another experiment. This time, high technologies were involved. So, he made a device that should've been able to change body's between two creatures, by just touching the button on it. It was small enough to wear it on a mouse. And he did put it on one. But WHOOPS! The mouse ran out of the laboratory.

OK, keep that part in mind. And our story will return to its main events.

Craig FINALY got let out of his house after school. On that such fantastic event, the fisrt thing he decided was go wisit his lovely, nervotic best friend - Tweek. He was kinda excited even, which caused a small smile to appear on his usual magpie face on a lil while. The fact he was already next to his door woke him up from his thoughts. He knocked on the door. After a minute, some voice was heard from behind the door:

-Who's there?

It definitely wasn't Tweeks voice. It was his mom, probably. Before he could answer, the door opened, revealing that it was indeed Tweeks mom.

-Oh! It's you!! You can come in!

She probably alredy knew he was one of her sons friends. After Craig came in, she said:

-Tweek!!! Your friend is here!!!- She shouted to her son, who was probably somewhere in the house. Then she returned talking to him - Sorry, Tweek is still busy with doing chores. But he's almost done!! So he'll be free in no time. You can wait for him in his room.

Without saying a word, he went into his buddys room. It looked as usually as always - messy. There also was a mug of coffee standing on his table. Nothing unusual here too, cuz, knowing him, he needs coffee every time and everywhere. What was unusual, is that there was something swimming in the coffee.

-What the-?!- quietly escaped his mouth, as he dived his hand into the cup to get out the object, and it turned out to be… A mouse!!! With some weird mechanism on it- …The fuck?

He holded it in his hands a lil, and then putted on the table. After that, it ran out though the window.Yes, reader, it was THAT mouse. And the thing is, when he grabed it, he grabed it exactly at the place of button. But the mechanism didn't work actually right. Instead of bodyes, they changed sizes. That's why there now was tiny craig in Tweeks room, and a giant mouse running by the streets. And guess who just fell into pile of melted cheese?? Right! Kenny! But that's a different story ;)! Back to Craig, since he was slightly bowed attop the coffee, when he shrank, he turned out to fell exactly there.

Now, we'll turn to Tweeks POV. As he heard his mom say his friend had come, he exactly knew who could it be. So he started doing even faster what he was doing, so he could meet with him. But when he was finally done, he ran into his room with one single thought:"COFFEE!!!". You see, the room he was doing chores in surprisingly had not a single way to get coffee. So he wasn't drinking it for a loooong while. That's why he needed IMMEDIATE portion of the stimulation the drink gave him. That's why he rushed to his table with a mug of so desired liquid standing on it and immediately drank it. He took such a huge sip that he drank the whole mug in one go. But… Something felt weird about, so familiar for him it would seem, drink. There was something else in there…Something that is not a liquid nor a coffee powder. Weird. But then he remembered what he was told. His friend should be somewhere here. He looked around his room but didn't see him anywhere.

-C.C.Craig?!!!

He started looking everywhere in his room. Under the table, in closets, but then he heard a respond.

-Cough-cough..Yes?? -In that moment, Craig was already thinking of how to explain the situation without making his friend nervous. Or at least not TOO nervous. Knowing his temperament, that'd be a challenge.

-Wh.Where are you?!!! You sound close but I don't see you!!!-He seemed already panicked AF.

-Uh…-Craig was still thinking of his answer.

-Craig, WHERE ARE YOU?!!! OMG, DID YOU BECOME A GHOST?!!!!-But it seemed the more he didn't answer, the more nervous Tweek turned and he started imaging his own.

-No!!No, I'm not dead!!- He assured him.

-H.HOW CAN YOU BE SO SURE?!!!

-Well, when you die, there should be a tunel with the light in the end, and…I can't see anything. Not to mention that doesn't feel like a tunnel. And it's too warm for death.

-…Fair point…-He calmed down a lil, and Craig was about to sigh in relief, but that wasn't for too long- B.But still, WHERE ARE YOU?!!!

-Well…Firstly, let's say…I…Turned tiny.

-..OMG, I didn't step on you,DIDN'T I?!!!-He shouted as he looked under his feet.

-No, no!! I already said, I'm not dead. Not to mention I'm not THAT tiny.

-Then WHERE ARE YOU?!!!

-..Well, I can tell you where I WAS. And… I was in… A coffee…-Craig tried to not be too specific, but it didn't stop Tweek from understanding what happened.

-..OH GOD, I DRANK YOU?!!!!AAAAHHH!!!

-…-He felt bad cuz of failing his mission of not making him too nervous.

-GOD, I DID!!! AHHHH!!! I KILLED MY FRIEND!!! I KILLED MY FRIEND!!! I KILLED MY FRIEND!!- Silence made him even more insane.

-No!! Tweek, I'm not dead.

-B.But you're LITTERALY in my stomach!!! YOU'RE PROBABLY DYING AT THE MOMENT!!! AHHHH!!!!- already nervotic in general he was nervous even more, because his friend was involved.

He was right at some point. Stomach acid should've probably dissolved at least part of him at the moment. Should've, but didn't. Not to mention there wasn't even a single hint of acid. Either bc of Tweeks coffee diet his digestion was slowed down or for some else reason, but either way there was nothing threatening his life…Yet.

-Well, no. It's pretty surprising, but no, I'm not.

-…Wait…You mean, YOU'RE OK?!!!

-Yes, I am. And I think that gives us chance to get me out of here safely.

-…Ok…B.But..HOW DO I GET YOU OUT?!!!

-I think we can come out with something…Oh,I have an-

-WHAT IS IT?!!!!-His partner was impatient and nervous still

-Well…-He tried to sound as calm as possible so maybe Tweek calms down. He realy disliked how panicked he was.-I read somewhere that… If you..adruptly press two fingers in your mouth, it'll cause you to spit out everything that was in your stomach…

-..W.Where exactly did you read that..?!

-…

-…OK, I.I don't see any other way anyways!

He then did as he was told. Right in the room. He didn't care about anything but Craigs safety right now. Not even about having a huge puddle of coffee in the middle of his room.

It worked. And he also managed to catch his friend in the mid air, just so he doesn't fall on the ground or, god forbid, crushes. Tweek's now breathing heavily.

-ARE YOU OK?!!

His shouting was two times louder for Craig cuz of his size. It wasn't so noticeable when it was muffled by flesh and stuff, but now it was distrubing slightly. As he opened his eyes, getting used to the light, he saw his friends face in front of him. Of course it was twitching, same as his eye.

-Yes! I am. See??..I'm fine!-He tried to get up and stand on Tweeks hand, but sliped cuz of amount of liquids he was covered at. So, he almost fell off it. Luckily, Tweek Catched him with his other hand.

-BE CAREFUL!!! JEEZ, I DON'T WANT TO LOOSE YOU!!!..- He shut up for a small bit, realizing what he just said- I mean…As a.a friend.!!

-OK,OK, I understand… Anyway, could you…Help me come out with a solution to my… Size problem??

-Why, of c.course!! I'll help you as I can!!!

And so they was trying to find a way to return Craig back to his size. But our story ends right at this moment.

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Tnx for reading!:>

[chubearr]

MY JWCC S5 REVIEW ♡ SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

》 you have been warned ⚠️

》 to start off, WHAT A RIDE THIS SEASON WAS!!! theres lots of opinions, like the finale pacing etc, but tbh; with 12 episodes i think they did pretty well ending the show with the time they had! to me personally it didnt feel rushed at all, i actually wanted everything to pick up the pace so the kids could be happy and safe again 😭 with that out of the way, lets get to it!

》story & mr.kon

- s5 continues off right from the end of the previous season, where the camp fam meet Mr. Daniel Kon, Kenji's father!!!

- right off the bat mr.kon seems pretty trusting and relieved to see his son, but theres still hesitancy to trust him from the kids and quite frankly, the fandom as well. the kids out kash on all of his BS and mrkon rightfully so punishes him, and gets the kids to safety with food and SHOWERSSSS YESSSSS THEY CAN FINALLY SHOWER!! (kenji shaved and also brooklyn redyed her hair idk how) but at what cost.... its just too good to be true! ep1 is pretty tame, it gives the kids a break FINALLY and mae gets patched up!

- the story from then on goes to the kids doing their thing, sussing mr.kon out, rightfully so, while being torn on breaking kenjis heart abt the truth abt his dad and saving dinos, usual jwcc shenanigans ensue.

- I THINK MRKON WAS WELL DONE. his manipulation game is off the charts and he knows how to act fr, the way he can flip sides when hearing things he does not like in a second, he does it to kenji too. and hes not unhinged like kash, mr.kon IS the mastermind, hes very smart and knows how to manipulate kenji— its so heart breaking. in my s5 predictions post i said it could go two ways; mr.kon as an ally to the kids against kash, or mr.kon being the real enemy. LOOKS LIKE THE LATTER...

- my only gripe is i wish they showed more abt how mr.kon got this way— like was it the mothers death, or is it a trait that got passed down by his own father, or is it just simply greed?? who knows. its never really answered if he does care for his son or not? to me i think it was just convenient at the time for kenji to be around— i didnt see any signs mrkon ever showed affection for kenji when it didnt benefit him 😭😭 which is DEVASTATING. mrkon was out of the parenthood game fr...

- as usual, all the adults die fr but theyre badguys and death-by-dino is sick asf so i love it! EVEN KASH GOT GOT and that was sooo satisfying. mae was safe tho and as she should!!

- ok so apart of me really wanted mr.kon to get a redemption arc or smth— like a bigger bad makes him ally with the kids and he really bonds with kenji.. but then kash dies so im like "WELL there goes that possibility" and then i had hope for the investors to turn on mr.kon— nope they all died except for the lady IN WHICH the antagonist from jw:dominion comes in (the guy who runs biosyn i forgot his name) but then obv cant be possible bc they cant kill him off since he has to appear in his own movie... IN THE END, no redemption for mr.kon and fine. thats fine im fine.

- OK ill be honest MR.KON IS KINDA.. BAD OK? LIKE.. 😳 HELP  IM SORRYYYY its just the way he grabbed kash by his the back of his neck and was "go back to whatever hole u came from" IT MADE ME FEEL SMTH A LITTLE OK.. he lookin for a stepmom for kenji or... 🤭.... IM SORRY HES AN ATTRACTIVE SINGLE DAD ALSO A VILLAIN, WHAT DO U WANT FROM ME 😭😭 i was taking notes while watching the season and if you see them its just me simping for mr.kon HELp

- ok ANYWAY the fact that he was legit willing to let the kids die and even LET DARIUS GET KILLED in front of kenji i knew... it was over..

- final confrontation between kenji and mrkon was sad😭 HE LEGIT JUST LEFT HIS SON ON AN ISLAND THAT HE BELIEVED WAS GONNA GO TO SHIT... apart of me wants to be like "oh he probably thought kenji was better off with them" but its pretty much apparent ig that he does not give a shit abt kenji— which is why i wish theyd spent some time showing kenjis history w/him bc we know mrkon was not present most of his life, but there SEEMED to be something more. oh well. bye bye mrkon!! AND HE GETS ARRESTED OFFSCREEN TOO, which is just sad for kenji 😭

- THE LAST EPISODE is absolutely my favorite and the ENDING is amazing ill tell u why in a sec just u wait!!

》kenji vs campfam

- ill say it again KENJI IN A SUIT AND BETRAYAL I FORSEENT ITTTTT

- to start off I THINK BOTH SIDES HAD THEIR FAULTS AND RIGHTS BUT ohh my godd kenji deserved a break ok.. i may be biased bc he is my favorite son

- IT WAS SO OBVIOUS HE WAS MANIPULATED and has daddy issues, and im so glad brooklyn saw that. I WAS PISSED that no one else did, like ur telling me ben and yas couldnt see it? i think they were a bit dramatic on their hatred for kenji but ig its understandable bc out of everyone they arent that close w/ him....  BUT STILL. messy.

- I WAS SO PISSED AT SAMMY AT FIRST FOR BEING INDECISIVE bc shes torn between her bestie kenji, and her other besties+yasmina. tho i do believe she never blamed kenji by the way their reunion went (she was just happy he was back w/them) so ill give her a pass.

- IM CONFLICTED ABT DARIUS bc i thought originally he was just too heartbroken abt kenji yet hes not used to talking abt his feelings hence needing the dinosaur interaction. but he just said he didnt care??? like bro... why r u lyin.

- darius at least shouldve stepped up a little bc other than brooklyn, he knows kenji had issues with his dad... oh well.. dino lovers are crazzzzy

- im at least glad he was the one who stayed mad at kenji for the longest #payback my broken boys... BUT it paid off when darius forgave kenji THEY BOTH CRIED?! i cried. it was so sweet and idc if anyone thinks "kenji was forgiven too early and it was rushed", bc truth is hes a kid with dad issues and the others are kids and they are family and they! need! each other!!

》yasammy (& kenlynn)

- CAN I JUST SAY LETS TAKE THIS W YASAMMY FANSS YESSSSSSSSS  also BISEXUAL YAS RIGHTS?!?! sammy is the lesbian this is so true

- yasminas whole crush arc was just adorable and so fitting for her to open up to ben 😭 bc ben is like so chill right

- i like how they didnt make it a big deal, it was just abt yasmina figuring herself out and when she made her move, IT WAS REWARDING!! i screamed at the kiss... they r so adorable.. silly gfs 💖

- im so glad they didnt shy away from shoving it in our faces bc THOSE GIRLS DESERVE ITTTT FRRR,, THE KISS!!! THE KISSSSSSSSS

- as equally cute as kenlynn, they both have equal screentime which was a blessing!

- kenlynn pained me so bad when brooklyn was broken abt kenji 😭 its what i love, angst, but gdi i wish she held on a little longer but understandble bc kenji was kinda wack himself for staying with his dad that long...

- THE DATE THING WAS SO CUTE KENJI IS SO SOFT, ,HIS SUIT AND THE FLOWER.. I SCREAMED!!

- AND YET IT WAS HEARTBREAKING...he got stood up... smh... its fine.. it all got healed when he gave her the flower fr <3

- THE LAST EP KISS... i cried and threw up i love my kids... HOW COULD U HATE THEM THEYRE SO SOFT AND SWEET im holding them both in my arms 💖💖

》timeskip

- THIS WAS THE ABSOLUTE BEST PART. WHEN OLDER DARIUS SHOWED ON THE SCREAM I YELLED (INAUDIBLY BC IT WAS 4AM)

- THIS IS LEGIT ALL I WANTED, A TIMESKIP TO END THE SHOW (u can see my previous posts i mention this shit a lot and i even have my own au and older designs for them..)

- YASAMMY IN TEXAS THIS IS SO TRUE.. STAY SAFE GFS... im so mad sammy didnt change her clothes HELP shes still wearing thay goddamn shirt and has similar length hair but its fine yasmina being gorgeous made up for it 👍

- KENLYNN GOIN STRONG longdistance relationship goals, i love their designs so much😭😭 kenji w/his hair down AND brooklyn short hair?!?! short haired women rights its all i wanted 💃

- in my timeskip au i had darius work with dinos back on the island but its more fitting that ben has that role (working w/mae) which is so adorable...

- IM GLAD I PREDICTED BENRIUS WOULDNT HAPPEN bc theyre too innocent and busy being dino obsessed obv!! we didnt get timeskip benrius but theres still hope 😌 theyre just both aro-ace theyll work smth out..

- they fact they keep in touch is so sweet HELPP in my au they all drifted apart 💀 it was for the angst im sorry

- KENJI GETS ADOPTED INTO THE BOWMAN FAMILY SO TRUE... its so sad that with no mom or dad (jail) hes p much an orphan but at least he got darius,, it was so sweet when the mom hugged him at the mainland reunion 🥲 ALSO KENJI STILL OWNS MANTAH CORP?? OR SMTH LIKE IT BC ITS MENTIONED HES KEEPING THE PRIVATE ISLAND RUNNING so mae n ben can work there... SO TRUE

- LETS TALK AGES:

ok so from my research since the show goes alone the movies timeline, s1 takes place in 2015!! fallen kingdom is 3yrs after, and dominion (which i assume begins when darius sees the dinosaur outside his house) is 4 years later making the year 2022.

》so its like jwcc s1 age/ fallen kingdom(s5 timeskip) age/ dominion age

• darius: 12/15/19

• brooklyn: 13/16/20

• ben: 14/17/21

• sammy: 14/17/21

• yasmina: 15/18/22

• kenji: 15/18/22

- me sobbing.. they grew up so fast.. i love my kids... my age theory also may be sooo wrong but it makes more sense if theyre all in their 20s by the end! livin the adult life #goodluck

》final thoughts and thanks

- THIS SHOW IS LEGIT THE BEST AND A GODDAMN BREATH OF FRESH AIR COMPARED TO OTHER SHOWS coughMLBcough what who said that 🤨😳🤭

- from s1 to the end i never got tired of it or it never swayed from my interests, i drew fanart so quick, more than ive done for a lot of other fandoms i was in 😭💖

- i wouldnt mind a sequel with the older camp fam, but if its thats it thats okay too!! lets not get greedy guys...

- EXPECT GIFSETS AND FANART IN THE FUTURE!! my life is so busy crazy rn but i will make time for jwcc shit if its the last thing i do!!!

- lastly, thank you for joining me on this ride! jwcc brought me lots of new tumblr followers which was a surprise! 💖

i know somehow toxicity will find its way to this season, but what else would i expect LMAO idc i will fight with all ive got as usual 😉

- lets all take this W fr, this show was so good. also, sorry for any spelling and grammar errors in the review!

[ice-cweam-sod4]

Fairy Gala Yuka

Summon: I am really excited to learn more about the fairies culture….AND SAVE NIGHT RAVEN OF COURSE!

Groovy: While we are here we should still have some fun right, there’s no need to rush this once in a lifetime moment.

Set Home: I hope Vil likes the alterations I made to my outfit, I think it's much better this way and I feel more like a faerie. Yes I know I am a fae ok?

Home Idle 1: I saw Ortho’s new suit and I will give Idia credit, it looks AMAZING!

Home Idle 2: I noticed Leona and Yuuta getting ready together, what? No, I'm not gonna tease him about it. It was just an observation.

Home Idle 3: I really like the outfit Silver’s wearing. He looks like a prince from those movies I watched as a kid. I hope we will be able to dance together at least once.

Home Login: I can’t wait to head to the gala!

Home Idle Groovy: Why am I wearing daisies when I was assigned primroses? Blame Jasper he didn’t realize his mistake until my design was done.

Home Tap 1: You like hair? Thank you, it's nothing really. I just used a temporary dye on it.

Home Tap2: It actually wasn’t that hard to change the flowers on my body, normally they are pink but I cut them off and grew dandelions instead for the theme. Later we can pluck them out.

Home Tap3: I am kinda scared to walk on the runway, so many people will be staring and ugh! It's making me nervous.

Home Tap4: Silver told me once he wanted to be a fairy when he was young,maybe one day it might come true.

Home Tap 5: Thanks for the pep talk I think I can do this now.

Home Tap Groovy: I’m excited to bring home a flower lantern for Yumi, I hope they will like it.

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

ok first of all, completely OBSESSED with “Welcome to Hellfire” it was everything i needed and more. and second of all i remember you mentioning that lucy and eddie get into a fight before s4 and that’s kinda why she quits hellfire (i’m sorry if this is kinda wrong but i was scrolling through the tag and couldn’t really find it) and i was hoping you could maybe elaborate a bit more on that. like was the fight just initially about her quitting and it spiraled from there? i know that’s kinda why it was awkward when they first find eddie in the boat house but i crave details

Okay, this is actually something I’ve been chipping away at for a while. I don’t have any exact dialogue but I can give you the broad strokes.

Some background, their fight would take place after the events of season 3.

Hopper and Billy are dead and as far as Eddie knows, the Mall just burned down.

Lucy and Eddie haven’t been hanging out as much as a result, but it looks like things are going to turn around as Eddie’s birthday approaches

Eddie never expects anything from his birthday anymore, between his dead beat parents and his uncle working all the time, there has never been much of a celebration. He honestly kind of hates it.

But Lucy has been dropping hints all summer of doing something fun and for the first time in years, he starts to get his hopes up

She then surprises him with tickets to a metal concert (still debating which band)

Eddie honestly thinks this is it; things have been rocky but he’s going to tell her exactly how he feels about her after the concert

But it doesn’t happen

The night of the concert Lucy and some of the others get pulled away by Hawkins lab for a debriefing on everything that happened

Tests are run, they’re all grilled for details, anything and everything is questioned to make sure this never happens again

Lucy can’t even make a phone call to tell Eddie she won’t be able to make it

By the time they finish up it’s super late and Lucy goes rushing over to Eddie’s trailer to apologize

Eddie turns up not long after to see Lucy waiting on the front step

He drove to Indianapolis, but never ended up walking through the doors

He’s had a few hours of driving and brooding which has done no thing to help his feeling a when he sees Lucy

She immediately tries to apologize, but Eddie cuts her off telling her he didn't know what he expected

Lucy asks him, "what's that supposed to mean" and Eddie goes off

He lists all the times she'd blown him off all summer, how she's been spending time with Harrington and the popular crowd, and has in general been avoiding him

Lucy protests and tells her it's not like that, but Eddie shoots her back with, "okay then tell me where you were that was so important you couldn't even call"

She doesn't answer and Eddie takes that as a guilty conscious

Lucy insists that she can't tell him. If she could she would, but she can't.

Eddie presses her on what that even means, but Lucy doesn't budge

If anything the last twelves hours have driven home exactly why she can't tell him; people who find out about the Upside Down get hurt, she already lost Barb and nearly lost her brother more times than she can count, she doesn't want to see Eddie get hurt

She tells him he's just going to have to trust her

Eddie tells her he can't, because he can't think of anything that would be so bad she couldn't tell him unless she's trying to cover her ass

He tells her he's an idiot for thinking she was different from the shallow assholes that live in this fucking town and he cannot wait to graduate and get the hell away from all of them

Lucy can't defend herself and basically tells him, "well, I guess that's it then"

She can't convince him to trust her again unless she tells him the truth, and she can't tell him the truth because there is no way he'd believe her; she can't win

She tells him she's sorry one more time and leaves crying

They spend the next year avoiding each other with these last words to each other echoing in their brains

Questions torment Eddie every time he thinks of her; what the hell was so important? Was it actually important? Did she really just blow him off? What couldn't she tell him?

Every time he sees her passing in the hallways he just wants to talk to her again, but doesn't want to be hit with a brick wall he knows is waiting for him

Lucy meanwhile just lets the guilt eat away at her from the inside out

She can't blame Eddie for any of the words he said, from his perspective it was completely justified. He had every reason to think the worst of her, but at the same time. She's hurt that he did.

There are so many nights she's stared at her phone wanting to finally break the silence and tell him everything, but then she rolls back over and talks herself out of it

Of course, all her intentions end up blowing up in her face when Eddie gets sucked into everything anyway

[idioticsky]

I'm sorry..

Word count:1,650

Tw: mentions of violence, blood depicted, and vaping

It had been a long day at the motherlobe, and the last thing Lili wanted to do was make dinner or do anything. She just wanted to head to bed and sleep the rest of the night. She opened the door to see the living room was a hot mess, Raz was still at the motherlobe for whatever so the only person who could've forgot to clean up their shit would be Sora.

"Sora! Get your ass out here!" Lili yelled.

Sora slowly made his way to the living room, still waking up a bit.

"What is this?!" Lili asked, looking around the living room.

"What was left over from everyone rushing around this morning?.." Sora answered, clearly to tired to care at the current moment.

"Yeah, and I gave you one chore to do today, and what was it?"

"I was given chores for today? I must've forgotten cuz of classes today."

"It was to clean the living room because Raz and I were going to be back late." Lili said, clearly about to snap.

"Speaking on that, where is Raz anyway?" Sora asked, still kinda tired.

"Not the point Sora! I gave you one thing to do and you didn't!" Lili snapped, then she sighed. "You're grounded for the rest of the week, go to your room."

"Wha- that's not fair! I forgot ok?! I-"

"I'M FUCKING DONE TODAY! OK?!" Lili snapped again, clearly done now. Sora flinched at the yelling, then slowly shrunk back into himself. Lili sighed as she slowly calmed down, "room, now." She finished before leaving the room.

"Yes ma'am.." He said as he made his way to his room, letting his telekinesis clean the living room before slowly fading away.

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The next morning was.. rough to say the least. Raz and Sora were arguing when Lili woke up, once she walked into the living room and Sora noticed her, he went quiet.

"Morning.." Lili said, still waking up for the most part.

"Hey." Raz said while going over and kissing her forehead. Lili looked around for a moment, she swore that she heard Sora's voice earlier, but he's nowhere to be found.

"Oh, he's right over-" Raz started are he turned around- "where did he go?"

Sora was already outside, he grabbed out his bike and made his way to the motherlobe. He was stressed, not in the way that school work or grades would make you, stress from family was different. It made him want to avoid his mom from what happened from last night. What if he forgets something else?

"Fuck, I need to stop thinking.." Sora thought while he hid his bike in the questionable area, then climbed up a tree onto the platforms. He rummaged through his bag and pulled out a small book labeled "vent." He started to write and draw.

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Sora had spent hours drawing and writing until he heard someone climbing up.

"Hey! You're here earlier then I thought-" Marshall said as he noticed the notebook- "Stressed again?"

"Yep.."

"I think I got something that could help." Marshall said as he pulled what looked like a stick out of his bag and tossed it to Sora. He took a good look at it before looking up at Marshall with his face saying wtf.

"Put it in your mouth and breath in."

"Ok?" Sora said while doing what Marshall said, then he broke out coughing. Marshall comforted Sora until he calmed down.

"Ok, now you know what will happen, try it again."

"..." Sora did as he was asked then blew out a puff of smoke.

"This.. this feels nice.."

"I knew you'd like it." Marshall said, smiling with every word.

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It had been a few days since Lili and Sora had their argument, and it had been a few days of Sora avoiding Lili. Lili didn't really know what to do or who to ask for help, so she just hoped he'd cool off at some point so that they could talk. Sora on the other hand was feeling great, with the vapes Marshall gave him every few weeks or so, he could calm down and relax. He's even been going out more.

Sora made his way to the motherlobe to meet with Marshall.

"Hey!" Sora smiled. "Ready to head out?"

"Mhm, but how exactly do you expect us to get to the main city? It's like a 6 hour walk."

"Who said anything about walking?" Sora asked as he used his telekinesis to bring over a dirt bike he hid next to the motherlobe.

"Woah! When did you save up for that?" Marshall asked.

"I've been saving for a few months now."

"Cool, wait, do you even know how to ride that thing?"

"Yeah, my bio dad taught me when I was like 5 and I've been riding ever since, it was the only cool thing he ever did heh."

"Fun, do your parents know about us heading out?"

"Why would they? If they found out they'd already stopped us from getting this far." Sora said while throwing a helmet to Marshall.

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Lili came by the motherlobe later that day, hopping to find Sora so that they could talk. She looked around almost everywhere trying to find Sora before she heard someone.

"Hey Lili." Miles said while holding a gift basket.

"Oh, hey Miles, what's got you here today?"

"Just bringing a gift to my sister, and you?"

"Looking for my son, I really have no clue where he went."

"Oh, I saw Sora earlier, he was heading out with a blonde kid, said they were going to the city I think?"

"Wait what?"

"Yeah they left like an hour ago on a dirt bike."

Lili starred at Miles for a second before starting to head outside.

"Oh that kid is dead." Miles said while he made his way to his sister's office.

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Once Sora and Marshall made it to the city, Sora wasted no time in taking Marshall to he's favorite places from when he lived there with his bio dad. It felt great to show everything to someone, the good parts of his childhood were all here just waiting to be showed off.

"So you can running back? Thought you liked it with your new momma." A familiar voice said. The sound rang in Sora's ears, it made his heart race with panic, it made his body go pale, it made his terrified. The man put his arm around Sora like everything was fine, Marshall was confused as he looked at the tall man before him.

"Aw, come on buddy, you got nothing to fear, dad's here to take you home." Sora's father said as he started to take Sora out to his car. Sora was powerless, he wanted to do something and free himself but he couldn't, his powers didn't wanna work or was it just him who was too much of a coward to do anything? Then he heard something a groan of pain as he snapped back to reality, his fist bloody as he looked at his father on the ground before him. Shit.

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Marshall dragged Sora back over to the dirt bike and put him on. The whole thing with his dad ended with a fight breaking out, they only managed to get away because Sora started a small fire causing a distraction big enough for them to run.

"You think you could drive us home?.." Marshall asked, Sora nodded as a response.

"I can take us home, but I can't promise that I'll be awake once we get off the bike.."

"Fuck.. your moms gonna kill us isn't she?.."

"Mhm.."

"Great.."

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Once they got back, Marshall dragged Sora up to the steps and knocked on the door. They were soaked to the bone and the gash on Sora's head hasn't stopped bleeding. Lili opened the door and started to go off.

"What the hell were you thin-" Lili started before she noticed Sora as he was slowly going limp while Marshall held him up- "get him inside, now." Lili finished as she went to go get the medical supplies. Marshall laid Sora on the couch, making sure he stayed awake incase he had a concussion.

"What the hell happened anyway?" Lili asked as she sat down next to the couch, concern in her tone.

"His dad found us.." Marshall replied. Lili immediately got pissed off, she thought that they would never have to hear from that prick again but he managed to find Sora and Marshall in the city? How the fuck? Doesn't matter right now, her son comes first.

"Sora, can you look at me bud?" Lili asked, Sora slowly moved his eyes to look at her. "Ok, fuck what do I do?"

"W-Well I don't have a concussion I think.. but I have no clue about internal bleeding.. taking me to the-" Sora started before coughing up blood, yeah he's fucked up. Lili immediately picked up Sora and took him out to the car, Marshall following close behind her.

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It took hours of waiting before Sora because stable enough for people to see him. He had a broken rib and internal bleeding but luckily the doctors fixed what they could. Lili walked into the room with Marshall. Sora looked up at them the best he could while he was numb on drugs. Lili could barely hold herself back from crying as she hugged her son and started breaking down.

"I was so worried about you.. I'm sorry.. I'm so sorry.. I'm sorry I yelled that night.. I'm sorry that caused a rift between us for weeks.." Lili said as tear streamed down her face. Sora cuddled up to his mom, not really worrying about him injuries. He was happy to have his mom back. Marshall, not wanting to ruin the moment, sat next to the bed and watched for a moment.

"I love you momma.. sorry for making you worry.." Sora said as he slowly fell asleep.

[missmimieux]

“you are more than you know.” Ch. 4

A/N: I’m so excited for this chapter and the next one. Ani is back and in the next chapter we’ll really get into it with him. I hope you all enjoy this chapter!!💖

Chapter 5 is posted!

Pairing: Darth Vader x f! Reader, Mando x f! Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, use of Y/N, abuse, manipulation, use of “whore”, sparring session, crying, mentions of death.

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Your eyes fluttered open to the vibrations and humming of the ship. After the shared emotional vulnerabilities of last night, Mando had let you sleep in his bed while he stayed up and continued to pilot the ship to Corvus. You sat up, stretching your sore limbs and sighing in content. You felt a little guilty that you took over Mando’s quarters for the night, but it was the best sleep you had in a while. You weren’t sure if Mando knew you were up, so you decided to lay down again for a little, trying to salvage the last remnants of your wonderful rest. As your head touched the pillow, a blistering headache ripped through your head, just like before. You grabbed your forehead and braced yourself for what was sure to be a painful verbal lashing from your master. “I can’t believe this.” there was that boyish voice again. “I can’t believe you replaced me with a Mandalorian!”. You winced from both the pain in your head and his tone. “I didn’t replace you, my lord.” you whispered, worried that Mando might hear. “You’re lying to me again…I thought I could trust you.” he sounded weak and desperate. Vader continued “You’re a pathetic whore. Aren’t you? You simply latch on to the nearest weak-minded man and take everything you can. You killed me! My love for you killed me!” it sounded like he was crying. “I-i, no! Vader I loved you! I still do! Please. Oh, please forgive me. I would never lie to you, the Mandalorian is just a- a colleague!” Vader’s anguished tone switched on something inside you. You felt yourself become complacent and ashamed. You knew deep down that you had done nothing wrong, but your ruler said otherwise. You continued to plea with him until he interrupted. “I’m going to bring you to me…I’m going to make you see how worthless your life is without me.” he paused and laughed harshly. “Soon. Soon you will see how strong my love for you is, and how desperately you need to be beside me. You’ll see, my love. They’ll all see.”

“Kriff.” you said to yourself as the pain in your head faded and you were able to focus on what exactly your master said. You slammed your hand on the cheap bed and felt a wave of emotions rush over you. The panic, frustration, anger and fear danced in your belly and you contemplated telling Mando what happened just a few seconds ago. At that exact moment you realized he was perched in the door frame. “Good morning.” he said scratching the back of his neck. “You all right, mesh’la?”, you laughed and hoped the pathetic chuckle was enough to play off any frightened look on your face. “Yeah. I’m alright.” you said. “Hey, thanks for letting me sleep here.” he nodded and you continued. “I feel kinda bad though…did you sleep at all?” He gave you a short laugh, “Well no, not really. I’m not much of a sleeper.” You hummed in understanding, “Thank you, again.” you finished. You both sat there in silence for a little. You knew, he knew that something was off, but you didn’t dare say a word for fear of burdening him with your troubles even more. He finally spoke, “We’re coming up on Corvus soon, if you want to get ready.”. You nodded and hopped out of bed. You began collecting your things and prepared for the day.

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The air was muggy and the environment was desolate. Dead trees and swampy smells surrounded you at all ends. You made sure to stay behind Mando as you two made your way to his friend. “We’re almost there.” he said, he must’ve sensed your apprehension. You let out a shaky “ok.”. A small encampment appeared in the distance, a figured was stood in the center. Mando started raising his hands in surrender and your adrenaline started to kick in. You copied his motions and prayed who ever was in front of you, saw your attempts at communicating peace. The figure in the distance, which was now in view, was a woman and she started laughing. Mando quickly dropped his hands and reached out to greet who you assumed was his friend. The two of them turned to face you and you realized your hands were still up. “Oh.” you dropped them as well. “Hi. I’m Y/N, I’m an…associate of Mando’s.” You reached your hand out to shake the woman’s, and she reciprocated. She looked at Mando with curiosity before she spoke. “I’m Ashoka, Y/N. Mando says you need some help. What can I do for you?” You smiled and looked at Mando for help with explaining the situation. He jumped in to prevent your inevitable blubbering. “Ashoka, Y/N needs your help…she knows your ways, she’s actually very good. But…” you cut him off as you had figured out what you wanted to say. “Thank you Mando but, I think I can take it from here. I’m familiar with…the force.” you started. “I don’t know if you’ll be able to help me, let alone want to help me. The thing is, I’ve been hearing things, from…my master. He’s dead now, so I have no clue how I’m able to hear him to begin with. But, he’s been telling me things.” Ashoka looked more than concerned, “What kinds of things?” she asked hesitantly. “He’s been…threatening me. I don’t know. It might be all in my head. Anxiety about living a new life and all.” You tried to smile to break up the tension, but Ashoka’s face twist further into worry. “Y/N, I’m sorry to tell you this but, what you’re telling me isn’t normally what us Jedi go through. Yes, our master’s can speak to us through the force but it’s not the Jedi way to threaten, especially your own padawan.”. Your anxieties kicked up again and you felt dizzy. You worried this Jedi would kill you if she found out you were Sith, even more so, you worried your master would kill all of you for talking about it. “Are you ok, mesh’la?” Mando asked. “Yeah. Yeah. I’m fine. I just. Ashoka, how do I stop this, these voices?”. You two looked at each other and without saying a word you knew there was nothing the either of you could do to stop it. “I’m sorry, Y/N. This voice in your head, I doubt it’s truly your master. A Jedi would never do that. I’m sure it’s your anxiety, getting the best of you. Doing things you enjoy could take your mind off of everything for a while.” She tried her best to ease your nerves but the dissatisfaction the conversation brought on made it almost impossible for you to think about anything else.

“Hey.” Ashoka tried to get your attention. “You know what always cheers me up?”. You looked up at her with hopeful eyes. “What?” you said. She smiled and said “A quick sparring session.”. Kriff. Now you really started to panic. You couldn’t ignite your lightsaber, she’d know and then she’d kill you. You tried to think up and excuse. “I -Im not really feeling my best today.” you squeaked out. Ashoka ignited her saber “Oh cmon, that’s a lame excuse. Indulge me this one thing, I haven’t had a sparring partner in forever. Please?” she begged. You looked at Mando with fear and even though you couldn’t see his face, you could feel the panic radiating off of him. You both realized how stupid of an idea this trip was, you let yourselves get caught up in the whimsy of it all, and failed to weigh the consequences. And now you were face to face with the ultimate consequence of your childish decisions. You figured weaseling your way out of this situation was futile, and you didn’t want to put Mando’s friendship in jeopardy. You huffed with anticipation and reached for your saber. “Ashoka, please don’t react out of anger, please let me explain first.” she looked at you confused and you lit the saber. The pink color reflected off the surrounding trees and Mando’s armor. You could see the grimace twist on Ashoka’s face. She started walking towards you and you braced yourself for impact. You felt a hand on your shoulder and you opened your eyes. Ashoka was looking at you with a blank face, “The Jedi way is to forgive. I don’t know what you’ve been through but…” she looked at your ignited pink saber, “evidently you’ve gone through some horrible things, and come out a better person.” You released the breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. “I’m sorry I lied to you Ashoka, I was just worried something bad would’ve happened if I told you.”. She sighed, “It seems you’ve never actually met a Jedi?” You looked at the grown sheepishly and gave a simple “no.” She laughed, “Let’s spar, hmm?” You smiled and she walked across the clearing and assumed her battle stance. You both looked to Mando who was leaning against a dead tree, he got the message and walked to the center of the ring with a huff. “Ready?” He looked between you two and both of you nodded. He nodded and lifted his hand. He threw his hand down and practically ran out of the ring.

You sprinted towards your opponent just like you had with your master so many times before. You immediately went on the offense trying to overpower Ashoka. She laughed at your actions, resembling an excited puppy. You two broke apart, breathing heavy with smiles on your faces. “You remind me of my master, your aggression. I can tell you like to fight.” You laughed this time. “You could say that….who’s your master?” You asked innocently. The two of you were circling the ring and you saw Ashoka falter when you asked the question. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry. I was just curious.” She smiled softly, “No, it’s ok. You didn’t know. His name was Anakin Skywalker.” you smiled as you sensed she was reliving fond memories. “Is he gone?” you asked quietly. Her face dropped again, “You could say that.”. You paused, “I’m sorry Ashoka.” you said louder. “It was a long time ago. I’ve moved on…you said you had a master, who?” She asked a little roughly. You lowered you saber and retracted it, you knew this answer would upset her and maybe even Mando. You knew your master had a bad reputation and you really couldn’t blame them for thinking awful things about him, they were true. But you loved him anyways. Ashoka looked panicked by your actions. “Who. Who is it?”. Even Mando moved towards you. You thought to yourself, you had to live up to your mistakes and accept your actions. You figured there was no way to move on from your past if you kept hiding it from others, and yourself. You wiped your damp hands on your pants and clipped your saber back to your belt. You took a deep breath and said, “My master was Darth Vader.” The horror on Ashoka’s face made you want to vomit. Mando froze in anticipation of Ashoka’s reaction. She ignited her saber and lunged at you. You practically fell backwards and Mando jumped in Ashoka’s way. She pointed at Mando “How dare you bring her to me. She is a traitor, she killed the galaxy!” You started crying. She wasn’t wrong. You helped the Empire take over numerous plants and kill endless amounts of people. Ashoka continued “She killed my master! She ruined Anakin.” Mando looked at you as if to ask for confirmation to what Ashoka just said. Your eyes grew wide and you started shaking your hands in front of you, “No, No I didn’t! I’m sorry Ashoka but I have no idea who your master is!” She laughed darkly, “You’re sick! How dare you lie about something like that! You pulled him to the dark side.” You stared at her in absolute confusion as she strained against Mando’s hold. You stepped forward and said “What? Who are you talking about? I have no idea who Anakin is.” She stopped thrashing for a moment to study your face. She saw the confusion and fear in your tear filled eyes, and realized you truly had no idea who she was talking about. Mando let her go and you could see her deflate in pain. “You really have no clue, do you?” she asked weakly. You replied incredulously, “No.”. She almost started laughing in bewilderment but the seriousness of the situation forced her to withhold her knee jerk reaction. “This is ridiculous.” she stated flatly, “He really never told you?”. You huffed once more. You couldn’t wrap your head around what she was saying. “What do you mean?”, you began to grow impatient with her. Wasting your time on false accusations and guilt trips. You looked up at her when she didn’t answer you. You could feel the heaviness in her heart, and see the glossiness in her eyes. “Your master never told you about his life before the Empire, did he? You don’t even know who he is.” Ashoka looked at you with disgust and pity. Her statement struck a chord in you, one you held close to your heart.

You were insecure when it came to Vader’s openness regarding his previous life, you always wanted to know but you were told to refrain from asking, so you didn’t. You looked at your shoes and whispered “no, he didn’t.”. Ashoka nearly broke at your confession. She rushed forward and grabbed your hands and pleaded, “He never mentioned me?”. Your brow furrowed and you spat out a harsh no. She dropped your hands and paced in front of you. The silence that had fallen finally gave the Mandalorian a chance to ask “Y/N, you really don’t know?”. Your head spun around in anger. You knew your master was well known but something must seriously be wrong if Mando knew what Ashoka was talking about. Dread welled up in your stomach as you asked Mando “Can someone please tell me what’s going on!”. He sighed and looked at the restless Jedi. Ashoka finally stopped pacing and turned to you. She took a deep breath and placed her hands on your shoulder. “Forgiveness is what makes a Jedi, a Jedi. I don’t want to tell you this, I don’t think you even deserve to know what I’m about to tell you. But, I will tell you because I have to forgive you and move on from this.” She took another deep breathe and you felt your hands shaking out of fear. She continued, “My master, Anakin Skywalker, was a famous Jedi. He was a general in the Clone Wars, and he saved so many civilizations from Separatist rule. He was one of the best Jedi the galaxy had ever seen.” She huffed, dreading what she would say next. “One day, he snapped. Chancellor Palpatine, or I guess you know him as Darth Sidious, had convinced Anakin to join the dark side and abandon the Republic’s cause.” Your eyes went wide, all the pieces started falling together. You pushed her off of you. “You’re lying.” you accused. She let out a sad laugh, “No, no Y/N I’m not. My master was Anakin Skywalker and he became your master, Darth Vader.” she waved her finger at you. “He is ashamed of his past, he knows what he’s doing is wrong. You know it too. You know what? You two deserve each other. You’re pathetic.” she froze at the realization and averted her gaze. She looked back at you and spoke with a weak voice “He’s dead…you said your master died.” She dropped to her knees. You thought she would cry, but she kept a stoic face. “How?” she looked up at you. You looked down at her and felt guilty for having to bear the news to her. “He died in battle” you said plainly. She let out a weak laugh, “Figures.” You bent down to her level, “Ashoka, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for this to happen. If I knew…” you looked up at Mando with a flash of anger in your eyes. “It’s not your fault, Y/N.” This time, Ashoka looked at Mando. The Mandalorian stood awkwardly beside you two, “Y/N, we should probably head out now?” you nodded as you rose back to your feet.

“Wait.” you said suddenly. You held out your hand to Ashoka and said “Ashoka…could you answer a question for me, please?”. She grabbed your hand and stood. “I suppose…” she said begrudgingly. You let out a deep breath, “W-what did he look like?”. Ashoka gave you a soft smile. “He was beautiful. Blonde hair, brown eyes. He was always firm with me, but kind. Very protective. Tall, maker, he was tall. Listen Y/N, I don’t know you very well, but I can say with absolute certainty that he would’ve loved you.” You let out a sob. The way Ashoka described him was exactly how you imagined. You were endlessly grateful to her for sharing this with you, especially because you probably didn’t deserve it. You squeezed her hands, “Thank you.”. She nodded and said, “I’m afraid I can’t help you with your experiences. If I had known who your master was to begin with, I probably would’ve taken your situation a little more seriously. Now that I know it’s Anakin…well I still don’t know what to do, but I don’t think he would physically do anything to you. If he cared for you as much as I think he did, I believe his threats are quite empty, and won’t come to fruition. If there’s one thing I know about Anakin, it’s that he likes to talk a lot, and rarely follows through.” You felt slightly comforted by her words, she knew Anakin better than anyone. On the other hand, you knew Vader better than anyone, and you knew how cruel and bloodthirsty he could be. You knew there’s was no point in telling her this, and potentially further taint her already negative perspective of what Anakin had become. You and Mando gave your thanks and made your way back to the ship. The walk back was silent as you both contemplated what you had learned. You both made it back to the ship and Mando finally spoke. “I’m sorry for all this. I didn’t realize this would happen.” You held your hand up in defeat. “No Mando, it’s ok. I should’ve told you who I was. It wasn’t fair to you. I’m really sorry.” You both sighed and sat in comfortable silence. You spoke up, “Well what do we do know?”. Mando let out an exasperated laugh. “I have no clue”.

[monstersandmaw]

Pternadon for the dinosaur asks, for a peaceful scene please 🥺

Ok, I really had to scour my WIPs for something peaceful (eep) and this is what I found for you. It's a Lein and Argis snippet. Only the very best will do for you.

It doesn't sound like it's a peaceful one at the start, but trust me, it ends kinda playfully peaceful? It was the best I had, and it's very affectionate and fluffy.

(mlm (human) pairing from Footsteps in the Snow)

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Lein woke with a start and rolled over. The sheets were cold. Argis was long gone. He frowned, and then, with a rush of fear, he heard the sound of clashing steel from outside. Flinging the covers back, clad only in his linen undergarments, he raced out of bed and grabbed the daedric bow and arrows from the stand, flying towards the enchanting tower. He scrambled up the ladder and popped the hatch open, sneaking up onto the roof.

He was met with a blast of icy wind which etched colour deep into the apples of his pale cheeks, but he bit it down, creeping along the roof tiles towards the source of the noise. Below, where he expected to see Argis battling bandits, he saw Valdimar swing his sword through the air and tip Argis over onto his back. Winded, Argis let out a laugh and slapped the ground. “That’s the first time all week you’ve managed to hit me!” he roared.

Lein felt his muscles relax and he shivered as the arctic wind lashed over his practically naked body. Valdimar reached his hand down and made to yank Argis upright, but the latter put his foot into Valdimar’s torso and flipped him over his head and sprang to his feet. Lein had to laugh. He was glad they got on so well. He wasn’t jealous. Much.

Slinking back down the hatchway, because he would just die if they found out how he’d panicked, he returned his beloved bow to its rack and slipped into some clothes. The kitchen downstairs was empty, no sign of Iona anywhere, and their clanging fight still resounded from outside, so he set to cooking some breakfast for them, hoping to be done before they finished. A little while later, he emerged with two plates of crispy bacon, two fried eggs, some tomatoes, and some fresh bread also fried in the bacon fat.

The two men looked up as the doors to the hall opened, and Valdimar got in one last blow on Argis’ blind side as he turned his head all the way to look at Lein properly. “Oi!” Lein yelled in mock seriousness. “No taking advantage of him. That’s my job.”

Argis snorted and, without turning to face Valdimar, blocked the next incoming blow and flipped him onto his back. “You heard him. No one takes advantage of me,” he laughed.

Lein set the plates down on the pile of logs at the edge of area of clear ground they used for training.

“What’s this for, thane?” Valdimar asked warily as he picked up his plate and eyed it like it might be poached frostspider eggs.

Lein’s bark of laughter echoed off the trees, and made his horse’s ears prick up in the stable. “I thought you could use a cooked breakfast after training, that’s all. What kind of thane would I be if I didn’t look after those in my employ.”

Argis picked up his own plate and came over to Lein, standing near but not so close as to make Valdimar uncomfortable. “Thank you,” he said softly.

Lein narrowed his mismatched eyes at Argis and said, “You,” and raised his finger. “You have a little more work to do for getting up and leaving without waking me.”

Argis’ eyes softened. “I didn’t want to disturb you.”

Valdimar took his leave silently, though not without nodding once at them with a grin before retreating into the house to  find Iona. When he was gone, Argis opened one arm to Lein and invited him to step closer. Lein leaned his body against Argis’ warmth and reached up to plant a kiss on his jawline. “I missed you.”

“No,” he grinned, “You missed having a human furnace next to you.”

“That too.” Lein smirked and stole a rasher of crispy bacon off Argis’ plate before whirling out of Argis’ grasp.

The huge warrior belted a laugh and said, “I’ll make you pay for that later, Lein.”

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Thanks for asking, friend!