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petersbaby · 1 year

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Here is what the people want

Porn - Gross/perv stepbro!eddie

Warnings: stepcest, male masturbation, oral (f receiving), fingering

It was a random Wednesday night, just like any other. Nobody was home besides you, your mom having a girls night with her friends, Wayne at work, and Eddie out doing stupid shit like probably doing donuts in a random parking lot with his friends, all high as fuck or drunk undoubtedly. You were grateful for this time, the house was too busy these days and sometimes you really wished it was still just you and your mom.

After school, you’d brought a bowl of cereal up to your room and ate it as you watched TV. It had been a few hours now, and you decide you want more so you grab the bowl and head down to the kitchen. Once you set it down on the counter and go to open the fridge, you hear a strange noise.

No one is supposed to be here, so you of course get a little scared. If there’s someone in the house who isn’t supposed to be, you’re fucked. It’s not like you had a gun or anything in case of an intruder. But listening closer, it sounds like a woman. Like a woman… crying?

“What the fuck?” You whisper, creeping closer to the origin of the sound which seemed to be the living room. When you peek inside, you instantly take in everything that’s going on. The big TV in the living room is playing a porno with volume loud enough you could probably hear if you were standing outside. Your eyes drag over.

On the couch sits Eddie, your nasty step brother who is notoriously perverted. He’s made all kinds of comments to you and tried to make moves on you but that was always kind of on the down low. You’d never seen him be so outwardly and unashamedly gross. Anyways, he has his dick in his hand, stroking it up and down with a slight noise of wetness. He’s in his boxers with his erection sticking out from the hole in the front of them, legs spread lazily and laid back with his eyes fixed on the screen in front of him.

“I’m telling your uncle AND my mom about this.” Your voice is heard from across the room and his head snapped to the side to look at you.

“No you’re not.”

“Mark my fucking words. I’m sick of you being so gross. You’re getting WAY too comfortable here.”

“Wait, wait.” He begs, eyes going wide and blanket covering his lap once he can see you’re really serious. He didn’t wanna have to explain this to either of your parents or get kicked out. That’s the last thing he wants. He grabs the remote and presses pause.

“Come here.”

You cross your arms over your chest.

“No. I’m not helping you, weirdo.”

“I know, I know. I could help you.”

You approach him suspiciously.

“I don’t want or need your help.”

He takes your hand, pulling you down onto the couch. His hand finds itself on your thigh, slowly moving up, and for some reason, you don’t stop him. You let it happen, even though you know you shouldn’t. Your breath catches in your throat.

“No?” He asks innocently, fingers reaching beneath your skirt and to your center where you could admittedly feel that it was wet.

“Fuck.” You curse yourself.

“Here, lay back. I’ll make you feel so good you forget all about this and you’ll definitely not tell them, yeah?”

You don’t respond verbally, but lay back on the couch for some godforsaken reason. He smiles his almost predatory smile.

“I need to hear it. If I eat this pretty pussy of yours, you don’t tell them about the porn.”

“Yes.” You breathe, the closeness of his body to yours dizzying and the air getting thicker while your cheeks flush and you get even wetter. His musk was intoxicating, the smell of unwashed denim and tobacco with a little sweat mixed in emanating off of him.

He starts to place kisses on the inside of your thighs until he gets to the lacy edge of your cotton panties, hooking his fingers into the sides and pulling them down your legs as you shiver in anticipation. Your legs try to close in shyness, but he pushes them back apart, attaching his mouth to your core and applying open mouthed kisses to it, messily making out with your clit and running his tongue up and down your folds.

It all happens so fast, it’s so intense and all at once to the point where a particularly loud and high pitched moan escaped your mouth in shock and pleasure. He pulls away slightly, soothing you. “Shhh.” He kisses the meat of your inner thighs to give you a second to sort of recollect yourself.

“Okay, okay.” You whisper, subconsciously holding in your breath.

“Good girl.”

His mouth meets your clit again, lightly sucking and swirling his tongue around and around it. You can’t fight of the need to moan and whine, never having felt this sensation before. It was the first time you had something so lewd done to you and you absolutely loved it. The mouth on him was something mind blowing, something you could easily get addicted to. But no, you can’t, and you shouldn’t. Sure, this shouldn’t be happening, but this will be just a one time thing. Right?

You’re pulled out of your thoughts by the sensation of a thick finger sliding into your hole, the pointer finger to be exact. You gasp at the welcome intrusion and he takes a break to come up and see how you look. Desperate, that’s how you look. When he pauses, you start to grind up against him, trying to fuck yourself on your finger.

“Yeah?” He asks with an amused and devious smile.

So goddamn cocky.

He must see the frustration in your face at his teasing as he adds in his middle finger and brings his mouth back to your cunt again, working them in and out of you while he licks and sucks your clit.

You moan progressively louder and louder each time he pushes them deep inside and curls them, hitting your g-spot repeatedly while your swollen clit gets attention from his tongue. With this, you start to cry and mewl, hand shooting down to grab his head and push it further against your throbbing, hot core while tangling some of his hair into your fingers.

“Mmh,” He whimpers pathetically against you when you pull on his curls and it only drives him to go faster. He doesn’t know if there’s a time in his life that his dick has been any harder.

“Eddie, Eddie, oh my god, ah, fuck.” You cry out, white hot pleasure wrecking your body and temporarily blinding your vision while you cum around his fingers, which he soon pulls out to replace with his tongue. He laps up everything you had, everything you gave him gladly, gratefully.

“Holy shit. Ah- get off of me.” You pull his head away before he was done cleaning you up and he looks up at you like a confused puppy.

“Too much. Feels good but it’s really sensitive.” You whisper and he nods in understanding now.

“Fuck,” he comments under his breath, hand returning to his cock which was incredibly hard and dripping precum all over the front of his boxers. You look down and see his little-or big- problem and then back up to him.

“Fine. You can cum on me. Just this once. And never again.” You offer, exhausted and still a little high from your orgasm.

Too high to care. He excitedly pulls his dick back out, coming to kneel in front of you and start jerking himself off over your body and occasionally rubbing his cock against the warm skin on your lower stomach before spilling out onto you, cum mostly collecting in your bellybutton with some threatening to run off of your stomach and down your sides onto the fabric of the couch below you. He quickly scoops it up with his fingers and wipes them on his shirt, as though that’s a casually normal thing to do.

“Ew.” You say plainly.

“What? I’m gonna change clothes and wash them, duh.”

“Yeah right. While you’re at it, wash this blanket too.” You add, grabbing the blanket he was using earlier and wiping down your stomach with it.

“Ah, I just washed that.”

“Watch it.”

“I mean.. no, yeah, that’s fine.” He shrugs, trying to sound cool and collected.

#tw stepcest #eddie munson #eddie munson x fem reader #perv!eddie #perv eddie #stepbro!eddie #eddie munson brainrot #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader

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baiyubai · 6 months

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weilan university students!au anyone? I almost dumped this on the WIP stage but then @the-marron bribed me into finishing

the bribe is under the cut

Zhao Yunlan is barely awake this morning, which means that his awareness of anything leaves a lot to be desired. The fact that he managed to stumble into the right train with only minimal amounts of bumping into people is already far above Zhao Yunlan’s own expectations for today, so he feels excused that it took him an embarrassingly long while to notice he is being watched.

It's not exactly a new feeling, truth be told - Zhao Yunlan does attract attention, absolutely willingly and with intent, but he is fairly sure that his awake self is much more interesting than the zombie chewing on the lollipop in his mouth that he sees instead of his own reflection in the train’s window.

And yet. Someone is looking.

Subtlety is an art available only after noon in his experience, and so Zhao Yunlan looks around in a way that is as covert as he can make it - with dead stare and absolute lack of any finer thought marring his forehead, when he sees him - the Pretty One.

Zhao Yunlan has been aware of the Pretty One for a while now. He’s noticed him a few weeks ago when he was getting on the train with his eyes glued to a book in his hand. Zhao Yunlan's first thought was ‘oh, a nerd’. The second one was just ‘oh’, because the man raised his eyes to search for some space where he and his book would not be a bother, letting Zhao Yunlan see his face clearly.

And what a face it was.

Classic poets didn't know shit when they described otherworldly beauties because this guy is just perfect.

And now he is staring at Zhao Yunlan.

He is seated a bit away, by the window, staring at Yunlan rather unashamedly. Maybe he truly believes in the zombie impression and doesn't think he’s been noticed.

Maybe he is simply judging Zhao Yunlan's clothes - he is pretty sure he wore the same hoodie yesterday, and since apparently he and the Pretty One share their everyday commute to the university, he had to notice.

Well, it is the only one not stained with coffee, so the Pretty One would have to deal.

Trying to make this a bit less awkward, Zhao Yunlan looks down at the book in the guy's hand and almost jolts. Biology?

Shit. This one is smart.

Pretty, but out of Yunlan's league and most probably an asshole - all the sciency types were either assholes, or insane or both.

Well, better to check than regret, Zhao Yunlan thinks.

Even if he decides that Zhao Yunlan looks like an idiot.

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Zhao Yunlan looks as great as usual, Shen Wei decides, feeling heat in his cheeks and his neck.

Of course, he looks his best when he is animated and talking to his friends, surrounded by people who adore him, smiling and sharing his knowledge with a smile and a joke - Shen Wei sees him often on his way back from the tutoring sessions, after Zhao Yunlan leaves his own club. He’s never managed to come closer, intimidated by Zhao Yunlan's usual circle, and besides, in the evenings Shen Wei only shares a two stations-long ride with Zhao Yunlan, because of his job.

That's why Shen Wei prefers the mornings.

The mornings are just for them - they get on the same station and leave at the one closest to the university, parting ways when the crowd of other students swallows them and carries them towards the gates.

But before that, Zhao Yunlan is more often than not just within the reach. Today, he looks tired - there are shadows underneath his eyes and his gaze seems a bit unseeing: it’s stopped on Shen Wei, but there is no light of recognition, no surprise at some random guy watching him like he is the best part of his day, and so Shen Wei allows himself to look some more.

He cannot help but feel a bit worried - is it lack of sleep? Illness? He doesn't know.

He doesn't even know what Zhao Yunlan studies really, he didn't catch that when listening to the conversations for such a short time. All he knows is the other man’s name, his route, and the fact that the mere sight of him makes Shen Wei’s heart do stupid things.

It's plenty enough.

Shen Wei should look back to his book - the discussion will most likely rest on his shoulders again and he should be better prepared for Professor Ouyang’s questions, but his eyes refuse to move.

There is something thrilling in having Zhao Yunlan's attention, as illusory as it is. Shen Wei is not fooling himself here, he knows that Yunlan is looking past him, just letting his unfocused gaze rest on something, but even so, Shen Wei is glad to have this semblance of a contact.

With his coursework loaded as it is, with the tutoring sessions and the part-time job at the museum, Shen Wei doesn't have time to make friends.

All he has is this train ride and Zhao Yunlan's handsome profile.

He wonders what would happen if they talked. He probably wouldn't like Shen Wei much, losing interest after a few sentences, realising that Shen Wei is just as boring as he looks, but maybe he would smile before that? He would offer his name, a handshake maybe?

Something changes in Zhao Yunlan's eyes suddenly, and Shen Wei looks down onto his book immediately, feeling caught.

He feels Zhao Yunlan's gaze on himself for a long time, staring at the words without comprehension, but it's better than seeing accusation or disgust in Zhao Yunlan's eyes.

For the first time in forever, Shen Wei is glad that the train reaches the destination. He packs his book and adjusts his glasses, heading straight towards the door. He will not check if Zhao Yunlan is here.

Once outside, Shen Wei breathes a sigh of relief. He doesn't know where Zhao Yunlan is, but it's fine. He can observe him again in the evening after all, even if for a short while.

“Hello there,” someone behind his back says, making Shen Wei’s heart leap like a rabbit. He knows that voice. “Want to go together?”

When Shen Wei turns, he is faced with Zhao Yunlan's bright, friendly smile, the lollipop stick still in his mouth.

“Go?” He repeats dumbly.

The answer makes Zhao Yunlan chuckle.

“To the uni. I am conducting an experiment!”

Shen Wei blinks. People are milling around them in haste and some small part of his brain insists that they should move too, or they would be late, but that part seems not to be aware that Zhao Yunlan. Is. Talking. To Shen Wei.

“Ah. What is it?” He manages heroically, not stumbling on his words even once.

Zhao Yunlan grins.

“The ‘how many eye contact until date’ experiment.”

Shen Wei’s mind comes to a very violent halt.

#I invested all of my skill points into making a white line around characters and none into backgrounds #guardian #镇魂 guardian #weilan #shen wei #zhao yunlan #fic rec #my art

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prince-kallisto · 2 months

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…Twisted Wonderland MLP AU (*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)

I used to draw MLP characters a lot when I was younger, but it’s been several years since I’ve last done so! I thought this would be a funny idea, and I also wanted to try my hand at coloring again 😭🐦‍⬛

Pony Crowley…in my heart he is an Alicorn but it may just be the young me in my heart that unashamedly made so many Alicorn OCs! 🤣 I think it would be funny if the only reason no one knew he was an Alicorn because of his hat. That’s literally it- he’s not really particularly trying to hide it- he just wears a hat and doesn’t use magic frequently so literally everyone assumes he’s a Pegasus 😭

Crowley would be rather tall compared to the average pony because of this, but I think only very specific characters would tower over him- but the Draconia’s would tower over everybody tbh 😭

I did my best to “ponyify” his outfit, like using his wings as a replacement for his shoulder feathers, and draping his keys across his body. Instead of his glitter vest, I think it would be cute if he had star-like glitter on his body! I’m not really good with cutie mark designs ahxjdjcjx- but I wonder if the equivalent of a cutie mark was the Unique Magic? Perhaps their mark represents their UM in some way 🤔 To be honest, it makes sense to me that it would be more common for ponies to earn their marks around adolescence or young adulthood? 🤣 Basically NRC age- so it wouldn’t be unusual for characters like Ace and the other first years to not have their mark yet.

I really liked the characters in MLP with darker color palettes, like Nightmare Moon, Luna, the bat ponies, King Sombra, the changelings, etc. Their designs were always so striking! It was a shame that so very few characters had these darker colors, and that even fewer weren’t villains (but I loved the villains too ofc ajdjxjdb). So I felt like Crowley was the perfect opportunity to bring this back for myself 😭

I have plans to design Lilia, Malleus, and Meleanor as ponies, because I surprisingly had a lot of fun with this! I don’t have plans for the others characters just yet, but we’ll see- I’d probably just pick and choose specific characters in personally interested in just because there’s a lot of them…😭 But I’d like to draw more soon! \(//∇//)\

Edit: Actually, I think it would be interesting if Crowley was a changeling, but that’s for a future sketch to discuss,,,

#i am cringe but i am free #twisted wonderland #dire crowley #twst dire crowley #twst MLP AU #kallistopost #my art

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baohanhanesel · 2 months

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Hi I love your stories with Valeria.....and I have an idea (if you don't like it it's fine).

Fem reader x Valeria

You work for Valeria, you always take hard tasks bc she knows you can do it so one day she takes you to restaurant (or something like a bar where all the dealers hang out) to be her pretty thing...but also bc she's falling for you really hard. You sit on a couch, drink ,talk and out of nowhere she tells you to sit on her lap and you do bc guess what you have a crush on her (I mean look at her...). Valeria loves to tease so you get some touches from her and maybe some compliments. A lot of sexual tension and Val being her bossy self.

I hope you understand 😆 I'll be so happy to read this if you decide to write it. Thank you 🖤

Hello Anon 👋

Happy to have received your ask! Let me try and indulge you, if I can. I'll give it a go, even if it might contain only a tiny bit of spice! Forgive me, as I am awful at writing sexual tension 🙏

Valeria Garza x Reader

You were just swearing to yourself in your muddy gear about the last mission your boss sent you to. So how you found yourself in an expensive black dress with shiny red lips, you didn't know.

All you remember was the hours you spent dolling yourself up for her. To catch her attention, and maybe to give her a green light.

"You deserved this." She slid a glass of wine in front of you, and sat on the couch next to you. You held the glass and raised your head to face her. She knew you liked wine, and didn't prefer heavy liquor. The fact she remembered this detail, it made you laugh.

"Sure did, ma'am." You flash a smile at her, still chuckling against the rim of the glass as you take a generous sip.

The sound of your laughter sent a chill down her spine. Seeing your smile, witnessing your sinful body in that tight dress, your all dolled up face... Valeria held her breath. You were a dangerous woman like her. Her right hand soldier. Her best bet on the field. You were like a forest fire. One that is contagious, dangerous, and breathtakingly beautiful all the same. You caught her lungs on fire, and she had to stop talking for a second to get a hold of herself.

"So what about the dealers?" You asked, seeing Valeria won't be doing anything but to stare at your dress unashamedly.

"Dealers?" She wet her lips, and cleared her throat. "Dealers." She looked away from you, and took a drink for herself as well. She was helping herself to a tequila, a much more confident choice.

She looked out of her head, and the reason for that was obvious in your head. It was the sight of you, and you couldn't have felt even more prideful after realizing that.

"You were the one asking me to accompany you to dinner."

"Yes, to show face."

"To the dealers?"

"A los distribuidores." (To the dealers.)

You sighed, taking another sip from your glass of wine and throwing your one leg on your other. You leaned your chest down on the table, smiling at your boss who is having a hard time because of you.

She takes a look at you again, shamelessly. She looks you up and down. She couldn't have been happier to have asked you out to dinner. In the field, you are beautiful. But in this bar, in a much calmer setting you are more than just beautiful. You are hers. And the thought of it riles her.

You are here because you took her offer. She had asked you to accompany her and get dolled up. And you had done exactly that. Her actions were subtle, but she knew that you didn't lack the intelligence to pick on them.

She was trying to flirt with you, have you to herself in a much calmer setting. And judging from the way you sit and lean forward, you did more than picking on the hints. You were using them. You were trying to give her the green light.

She must have caught the hint because she looked far more sure of her next words.

"You are beautiful tonight, mi corazon," She leaned back on her seat and looked into your eyes. "I just wanted them to see the pretty thing I am hiding."

You quirked an eyebrow,

"You are using me as a mistress, ma'am?"

Valeria smiled at your words. She wished.

"You are not doing a very great job at that boss."

She laughed at your words, and fixed you with a serious expression.

"Valeria, amore. We are not at work. I didn't take you out as your boss."

"You've been acting like I belong to you." And the words falling from your lips makes both your heart and hers skip a beat. "I don't belong to Valeria. I belong to El Sin Nombre." You were meant to tease her, and maybe get a raise or two. You didn't mean any harm with your words, but judging from Valeria's expression she took offense to that.

"Amore," She leaned back, and opened her one arm slowly. She placed it on the back of the couch you were sitting on and looked straight into your eyes. She didn't break eye contact, and boy wasn't it intense. You swore you felt your soul actually leaving your body for a second.

"You are mine in every sense of the word. You know it better than I,"

"I don't seem like it."

"What?" She furrowed her eyebrows, actually growing frustrated with you. You were teasing her but wasn't she annoyed with it. You were giving her the green light and tempting her at the same time. You wanted to get into trouble, she could say that much.

"I don't seem like I belong to you."

"We can't have that, can we?" She sighed, and spread her legs open slowly. Her one hand placed right on her left thigh and landed a pat.

Your eyes widened, and all of the blood in your body rushed to your face.

The offer was there. And you'd be a fool to not have taken it. If you knew Valeria, she wouldn't voice it out loud. So you took the offer, as fast as humanly possible.

You were up on your feet embarrassingly fast. You sat down on her lap, one arm around her shoulders and your both legs hesitantly sat on her lap. You weren't leaning your entire body on her.

"Mi vida, sit down."

"I am." You couldn't even make eye contact, in fear of being too close despite being desperate to sit on her lap in the first place.

"You are not. Sit down."

The authoritative tone in her voice made you shiver. Valeria was more than capable of holding you, but at this moment you found it hard to lean into her.

Valeria placed her hand on the little of your back, and slowly slid it to your waist. She grabbed you, and encouraged you to sink yourself down on her.

You felt your skin burn where she touched you on the dress. Wishing that the piece of black cloth hadn't been in the way. You stopped your thoughts from getting out of control and let your body go.

You were seated completely on her lap. With her one hand on your waist and the other resting on your lap.

"See, much better." She seemed prideful, with you seated on her lap. "Do you seem like you belong to me now?"

You nodded abruptly, and looked into her eyes only to see she was already looking at you.

She was right, you belonged to her. Your life belonged to her, your mind belonged to her and your heart, painful as it was, belonged to her.

Just like how hers belonged to you.

#call of duty #cod #cod modern warfare #valeria x reader #valeria mw2 #valeria cod #valeria garza

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legendofzoodles · 1 year

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How the Chain solves dungeon puzzles

Time has been doing this since before his first puberty so he’s got it down to a science. With decades of experience he’d probably rely on that heavily when approaching any dungeon puzzle, and automatically pay attention to certain things like the design, who might have created it and the items he finds there to give him a leg up when it’s time to use ye olde noggin. That being said, since he has been doing this since he was a child I feel like he’d 100% rage if things got too difficult.

What? You think he survived the Water Temple because of patience and controlling his emotions? Goddess no, he was mentally 9 when he painstakingly got through it and it broke him. He now has a deep seeded hatred for all water based puzzles.

Warriors on the other hand, has spent a lot of time managing armies and little to no time in a room devoid of sunlight- unless it was shutting himself away in his office to crunch some overdue paperwork. Don’t get me wrong he’d crush any sort of puzzle where the solution is simply beating up a room full of monsters or the dungeon boss, but traditional puzzle he might struggle with. A lot of Zelda puzzles require an ‘out of the box’ kind of thinking that probably doesn’t come naturally to the ‘by the books’ Captain.

Since back in the day Twilight had Oocca and her son to teleport him out of the temple when he got tired, low on supplies or bored so if he can help it he won’t stick around longer than he needs to. That said he’d still really enjoy his time there, silently taking in the atmosphere and ambience of the dungeon.

Also, according to the 2000s Zelda fandom TP’s dungeon puzzles were the most difficult of the series. I’d wager that Midna, rather than helping out (outside of her being a companion type character), would’ve either cryptically teased the answer if she figured it out before him to poke fun or simply not have taken an interest and just nagged at him to hurry up. Meaning he solved them mostly on his own and therefore got really good at it.

Sky definitely used to chat with Fi as he solved puzzles back in his adventure, sharing thoughts, getting hints and occasionally voicing frustration. Because of this, he would definitely collaborate with whoever’s exploring with him and if he’s on his own then he’ll just talk to himself. Helps him think.

He’s the type to overthink every problem presented to him, to the point where he’d often invent a very convoluted solution when an obvious one was staring him in the face ignored. And unless there’s someone there to point it out he’ll never notice.

Like Time, Legend’s got a lot of experience dungeon crawling, I’d argue more since judging by Time’s armour he hasn’t been travelling a whole lot recently, so he’d also be relying on that experience. When he was younger, dungeon puzzles were a blast to figure out but now they’ve all just kind of bled together. There’s nothing he hasn’t really seen before in some shape or form, no tricks for the deity’s to pull that will surprise him.

He’d just breeze through each puzzle or trap like: “Lame,” or “Seen it,” or “Hey...the spider’s new,” yawning as he went. I feel though if he were paired up with Warriors (he could act nonchalant while Warriors is jumpy at everything) who’s new to all this or Hyrule how’s only ever seen really simplistic dungeon puzzles it could spark that joy he once had.

Wild would unashamedly break the system. Either accidently while finding creative way to cheat or to intentionally carve out his own shortcut. Not so much out of frustration, he could absolutely solve it they way the designers intended if he wanted to, trouble is he rarely has any interest in doing that. He used to ruin the carefully constructed puzzles (most of) the Sheikah monks crafted specifically to test him- right in their faces!- and they rewarded him regardless of the damage he caused. He’s been spoiled. I can imagine him blasting a way out only to turn around, go back in and intentionally destroy the rest of the puzzles for the sake of completion and loot.

Members like Wind, Hyrule and Time on a bad day would 100% support this method, the others would be horrified, with Legend somewhere in the middle.

Four is a very methodical sort of problem solver, not one to let his past experience cloud his judgment and restrict him to assumptions rather than trying out something new. As a blacksmith who’s probably gotten to learn about how other cultures craft their weapons he probably has a deep appreciation for the dungeons design and would be the first to point out what certain quirks of the building mean and what tribe left their mark there. Whenever he may feel agitated for not understanding a puzzle all he needs to do is walk around and look at some historic architecture to keep Blue at bay.

For this reason he may be one of the slower ones to complete a puzzle, but at least the walls swirling patterns may give him inspiration for a cool new sword handle. Not everyone would be able to relate to his eye for detail though.

Four: The paving looks amazing with all these unique carvings, don’t you think?

Hyrule: [grazing a hand over the stone] Ah yes, the floor is made out of floor.

Similar to Warriors Hyrule hasn’t really seen any complex dungeon puzzles, but unlike him he has a more creative ‘out of the box’ way of thinking, which would give him an edge. He’d probably get easily distracted though, lured away from the puzzle by a hidden passage or another route he hadn’t checked out, yet would somehow end up discovering every nook and cranny in the entire dungeon has to offer without much trouble.

Wind is not really a fan of them. Unless it’s for a specific purpose like rescuing someone or to beat up a monster he’ll actively avoid them. But if he had to he’d try to get through it as quickly as possible by literally just trying whatever first pops in his head. He’d rush past and ignore any sort of hints the designers might have given him and try to brute force his way though. When it eventually works he’ll immediately forget the solution though, so don’t bother asking how he got out just be glad he did, like Grandma would.

He’s not the type to ‘stop and smell the roses’ like Four, or just enjoy the atmosphere like Twilight, but he’s too polite (thanks to Grandma) to go around destroying ancient masonry like Wild.

Who do you think would make up the best teams (2- 4 people) if the chain were split up in a dungeon?

I’m thinking Sky, Four and Hyrule because they’d go at a slow pace chatting the whole time, with Four teaching the other two about who built the dungeon and Hyrule encouraging them to explore every room. Or maybe Legend, Warriors and Wind, with the latter two trying really hard and Legend supervising and making fun of them. Leaving Time, Twilight and Wild, where Twilight would struggle to keep Wild from blowing them up and Time being seconds away from joining him.

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Thanks for reading!

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Other headcanons:

Parkour team

Honorary Gorons

How each member of the chain laughs

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tightjeansjavi · 1 year

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Burning in a Hopeless Dream

Boston QZ: Part 12

“Hearts Don’t Break Around Here”

Joel Miller x f!o/c

A/N: this actually might have been my favorite chapter to write. It’s so beautiful ♡

Summary: just a group of friends/lovers pretending that the horrors that lay outside a white picket fence, no longer exist for a day. No apocalypse, no death, no carnage, no violence. Just good wine, full bellies, laughter and oh, love. Lots and lots of love.

~word count: 7k~

Warnings: implied age gap, established relationship, brief mentions of angst, swearing, soft! joel, he’s so sweet your teeth will hurt! joel, fluff, consumption of alcohol, nicknames, so much flirting, teasing, feelings, emotion, comforting themes, light smut, consent, consent, consent, cockwarming. (+18) minors dni!

Songs for this chapter:

“Hearts Don’t Break Around Here” by Ed Sheeran

“Second Chances” by Gregory Alan Isakov

“Kiss Me” by Ed Sheeran

“From Eden” by Hozier

“Like Real People Do” by Hozier

“The Last Waltz” by Engelbert Humperdinck

“Heaven” by Niall Horan

“Somethin’ Stupid” by Nancy & Frank Sinatra

“A Man Without Love” by Engelbert Humperdinck

June 2021 : Boston QZ

“Oh my god, she has fuckin turned you into a goddamn marshmallow!” Tess was in absolute disbelief when Joel Miller sat across from her, with chipped purple nail polish on his nails.

He let out a scoff while he tried to hide his small grin. Yeah, okay maybe you had turned this grumpy man into a marshmallow. Soft, fluffy, gooey. All the things that no one would ever believe Joel Miller could actually be. “It’s just a bit of nail polish, Tess. It ain’t that big of a deal.”

The two friends sat across from each other in the community square. It was blazing out. The sun was beating down on them unforgivingly. They each had a cup of homemade hooch in front of them. Joel would have been back at the apartment with you but you had kicked him out. Not permanently, of course. Just for a few hours because as much as you loved having him there every waking moment of the day, you needed your space. Of course, your newfound lover fought you on it at first, until he reluctantly gave in. He supposed that a bit of space from each other wouldn’t do any harm.

Tess had grinned at him over the rim of her cup. It was pretty glaringly obvious that Joel had it bad for you. “Where is she anyway? I Expected you two to be tied at the hip, if you weren’t already.”

“She kicked me out.” He took a sip then before adding, “Not permanently. Think i’ve been suffocating her a bit. She wanted some space to herself. Can’t really blame her, but you know how I am.”

“You’re as stubborn as a mule Joel.”

“You’re right. Ain’t nothin gonna change that either.” He looked around for a moment and felt the sweat dripping down the back of his neck from the blazing sun. “So, what’re you doin out here Tess? You got a hot date you’re waitin for or somethin?”

When she didn’t immediately respond, he raised his brow in her direction. He could see her cheeks heating up and it sure as hell wasn’t from the sun. “Oh my god, was I right on the money with that? No fuckin way. Who is it? You gotta tell me now c’mon.” He was intrigued, and unashamedly excited for her. Tess deserved happiness just as much as he did. Although, he was still getting used to it. Feeling for someone again. Opening his heart up, piece by piece. It wasn’t easy by any means, but he’d do it a 1000 times over for you.

“Yeah, okay. I am waitin for a hot date, but before you say anything–” She had paused when she saw Beatrix approaching and Joel had turned his head to see where she was looking. Using his hand to shield his face from the sun and when he spotted Beatrix. He couldn’t help but slowly look over at Tess, a grin tugging on his lips. “Ohhh. I see now. You and Beatrix, huh? When did that happen?”

“Been happening for a while now, Miller.” Beatrix responded to his question as she stood alongside the makeshift table and looked over her girlfriend, shooting her a little wink.

“Beatrix.” He nodded and gestured to the empty seat. “Makes sense. Considerin Tess has been pretty much absent from the apartment. Y’know it’s uh–it’s nice that y’all have each other I mean–” He rubbed the back of his neck slightly.

Beatrix let out a light laugh and nudged her girl then. “Man, you weren’t kiddin when you said he’s gone completely soft. You alright there Joel? Is the sun starting to get to ya?”

He grumbled under his breath and crossed his arms over his chest. “I ain’t goin soft. Just think it’s nice y’all are happy.”

“He let her paint his nails, Bea. The man has it down bad.”

“y’know that is actually pretty fuckin sweet. You’re a lucky man, Miller.”

“Oh, you’ve got no idea.” He wanted to say more. It was on the tip of his tongue. All the ways you had made him feel. In a way, it infuriated him because this was never supposed to happen. You had shown up and wrecked all his plans, if he would even call them that. You and your smile, your ferocity, your wit. Hell, he could easily compile a list of all of your attributes. It would end up being a mile long, but he could do it. Yeah, he had it pretty bad.

The three fall into a comfortable chatter. As if they are long-time friends, meeting at the bar for a casual drink. Catching up on one another’s lives. Who’s married, how many kids do you have now? Do you still hate your job? Did you ever find love? Are you happy? Except, there is no bar. There’s the Boston Quarantine Zone, crumbling more and more each day. Crawling with FEDRA, Fireflies, infected, raiders, and cowardly men like Robert.

It’s easy to forget the hardship, violence, and death taking place just outside your window when you’ve found yourself in love. Finding one person who makes it all worth living again. Joel Miller was unashamedly in love. There was no hiding it. It was written across his weathered face, burnished between his two thick brows; melded thoughtfully through the ridges on his forehead. His hardness towards the world was slowly melting away, dripping in a puddle beside his worn boots. You made Joel Miller want to live again.

“Oh, before I forget, Frank radioed in this mornin. Said somethin about a summer solstice get-together? Guess he’s the only one makin an effort to keep track of dates and the seasons. Anyway, figured you wanna go Tess. Oh, and Beatrix. You should come along as well. If you’re lookin for a taste of hospitality.” He had lightly nudged Tess’s boot with his own and shot her a little grin.

“Summer solstice get-together? Yeah, that’s got Frank written all over it.” She looked over at Beatrix and nodded. “Yeah Bea, you should come with us. Only if you want to, that is.”

“Well, I gotta come now cause I'm pretty intrigued to see what exactly a summer solstice get-together really is. I’m all in, babe.”

Joel thought Tess and Beatrix looked good together. Genuinely he was happy for her. For them. They complimented each other nicely and it warmed his heart to see Tess smile again. A real smile, one that finally reached her eyes. He also knew that you would be over the moon that Tess had found someone. You and Tess had learned to put your differences aside. It was a phenomenon to see just how things really changed from the cold, rainy day you met Joel and Tess, 4 years ago.

The last thing you had ever expected to happen was falling for Joel Miller. The slow burn of your feelings intertwined. The intensity, confusion, resentment, forgiveness. It all went by in a blur. The record skipped, screeched, halted. The vinyl of your hearts were torn, and sewn back together. You nurtured one another through it all. You both were rough around the edges, sharp to the touch, walls miles high, impassable. You tore one another’s defenses down till it was just you two, standing in front of a mirror, looking in on yourselves. It was as clear as day that you and Joel were made for eachother, in more ways than one. Whatever soulmates were made up of, whatever the fairytales, and romance novels called falling in love, didn’t compare to how you and Joel felt for eachother. Your connection, devotion, sacrifice for one another was on a completely different plane. Love didn’t even begin to scratch the surface.

The three friends finished what was left of their drinks as the sun sky began to shift. Curfew was approaching. The different pink and orange hues were stunning against the sullen backdrop of the QZ. Joel couldn’t help but embrace Tess then. Giving her a firm hug. Much to his own surprise, he had hugged Beatrix as well. Looking over her shoulder when he caught two QZ residents giving an obvious dirty look to Tess holding Bea’s hand loosely. Joel didn’t even hesitate to stare them down. If anyone were to ever dare fuck with his friends? Well, you could imagine just what he would do.

“We’re leavin first thing in the mornin. Before the sun is up. Hope you’re not as cranky about it as I know Gwen will be.” He gave them both a slight nod before he turned on his heel, leaving the small community center and headed home, to you.

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The early morning hours ascended far too soon in your opinion. Despite your grumbled protests of, “five more minutes, please baby just five more.” Joel had ignored them and coaxed you awake with peppered kisses on your face and soft touches. When you didn’t immediately budge, he started tickling your sides and nearly avoided a kick to the balls when you sat up in annoyance. “Mother fucker, you really couldn’t give me 5 more damn minutes?”

“I’m sorry honey, but we gotta get dressed and go. You know I’d love to give ya 5 more minutes but I can’t. Besides, don’t you wanna see Frank? C’mon, sugar. I got coffee waitin for ya too.”

You let out a huff as he grabbed your face in his calloused palms gently. He greeted you with a soft, warm kiss and you playfully swatted at him. “Yeah yeah okay fine I’m up. What was that about coffee?”

He let out a deep chuckle when you had swatted him away and in return, he threw you one of his flannels to throw on. “That’s my pretty girl.”

“Shuddup. It’s too early for flirting.”

“Never too early. I’ll be in the kitchen waitin for ya.”

He left your shared room quietly, waiting for you in the kitchen, loading his and your gun. Once your bags were packed, and you had the steaming thermos of coffee in your grasp, you and Joel headed out.

His natural protective nature washed over him as you made your way through the alleys, and dark corners before reaching the exit point of the QZ where Bea and Tess were waiting. The hike to Bill and Franks was just as you remembered. Surrounded by lush forest while the four of you walked. Joel was leading the way of course, with you tagging by his side. Your fingers brushed against one another a few strides before he grasped your hand in his, intertwining his fingers with yours. You were fucking holding hands and it absolutely warmed your soul. He only let go a few times to readjust his rifle over his shoulder, or if he heard something. Other than that, his palm was constantly on yours.

You arrived just outside Bill and Franks compound by late afternoon. This time, your company was expected, and before Joel even had the chance to punch the code into the metal gate, it was opening.

When you saw Frank up ahead, racing out of the house, you let go of Joel’s hand before running towards your friend that you hadn’t seen in so long. You yelled his name with pure joy radiating from your soul and when you finally met, Frank had scooped you up into his arms and spun you around.

Joel couldn’t help but smile at the exchange. You and Frank truly adored each other.

“Little Bird!” Frank exclaimed as he spun you around, hugging you tightly before he gently set you down on the ground.

“Frank! I’ve missed you!” You giggled softly when he had spun you around.

“Pssh? Me? You missed me? I was absolutely devastated when Joel told me you got sick!” He gently released you from his grasp, only to bring his arm around your shoulders as you started heading towards the house.

“I know, Joel told me, and I’m forever grateful for the medicine and tea.” You wrapped your arm around his middle then as you walked, the smile etched on your features was surely going to be permanent by the end of the day.

Joel, Tess, and Bea followed closely behind as the metal gate clinked shut behind them.

Bill was at the top of the stairs on the porch. Apron on as he was already cooking. He wasn’t a huge fan of you, not that you took it personally because he wasn’t a huge fan of anyone, except for his lover of course.

“Glad to see that you aren’t dead.” He spoke gruffly, arms across his chest.

In mock shock, you brought your hand against your chest and laughed. “No way man, you’re glad to see that I’m not dead? I can’t believe this. I’m going to have to document this exact moment!” You jokingly said.

Bill couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. “Yeah, I sure as hell am happy you ain’t dead cause otherwise that one? He pointed to Joel. Would be 10x more insufferable than he already is.”

You leaned in with a small grin on your face and whispered, “yeah he’s pretty awful. No idea how I actually put up with him.”

You could feel Joel’s hand wrapping around your waist then pulling you back slightly. “I’m pretty awful? Hmmm…we’ll see about that honey.” He whispered.

You and Joel were the first to enter the familiar home. Making your way to one of the guests rooms for the night and as you set your bag down, pulling out your pistol and knife, setting them down on the nightstand.

Joel was grabbing you then, grasping your hips as he pulled you flush against his chest. His hand that wasn’t holding you firmly came up to your face, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “What was that about me bein pretty awful? I heard that correctly, didn’t I?” His tone was low, teasing.

You immediately brought your arms around his neck and threaded your fingers through his soft curls. “That was nothing, honey. I was just joking. You’re far from awful.”

Before he could steal a kiss, you were slipping out of his grasp like the little tease you were. You had a smirk spread across your lips as you leaned against the doorway. “C’mon, we’re not gonna spend all day up here okay? We’ll have all night for that Joel.” You shot him a wink before slipping past the door and headed back downstairs.

“Minx.” He muttered under his breath before he set down his rifle against his bag and pulled his own pistol out of his pocket and set it down next to yours. “Damn little tease.”

You had planned to take full advantage of the lasting sunlight. Bill and Franks home was surrounded by wildflowers and tall grasses. So that’s where Joel knew he could find you. Boy, were you a sight for sore eyes when he found you. Your back was splayed in the tall grass with your arms crossed behind your head and your eyes shut, blissfully. The sun was warm and inviting up until a shadow was casted over it. Now who the hell—Joel, of course.

You brought your hand up against your face as your eyes opened, shielding them from the sun as you looked up at your lover's tall frame.

“Comfortable?” He mused.

“Yeah, but can you maybe move like..I don’t know, a good inch to the left? You’re blocking my sun, cowboy.”

He chuckled and brought his arms across his chest. “Oh, I’m so sorry sugar. Did you want me to move?”

“You’re such an asshole.” You said with a light laugh as you reached your hand up to him and as soon as he grasped it, you were using all your strength to pull him down next to you.

He let out a grumble out of protest before he let you pull him down into the thick grass with a soft thud. “Was that really necessary?” He let out a grunt as he propped himself up on his elbow, looking over at you.

“It was because you were in the way of MY sun so I had to take matters into my own hands, lover.”

He fought the urge to roll his eyes as he plucked a strand of the tall grass and twirled it between his fingers. You couldn’t help but lean over, grasping his jaw in your hand, and kiss him sweetly. He wasted no time grab ahold of your hips while he maneuvered himself onto his back, coaxing you into his lap so you were straddling him.

“Joel..” you warned. Kissing him deeper because you simply couldn’t help it. His kisses were addictive.

He hummed in response bringing his hand up to the back of your head and threaded his fingers through your hair gently. “What is it honey? Just tryin to get myself comfortable.” he mumbled into your lips.

“Slick mother fucker.” You pulled back from the kiss and looked down at his smug expression while he brought his arms behind his head then. His eyebrow tilted up towards you in a suggestive manner.

“enjoyin the view?” He rasped. You looked so pretty in the sunlight.

“Maybe I am, maybe I’m not.” You reached out and lightly booped his nose before climbing off of his hips.

“You really gonna tease me all day like this? What, you tryin to drive me mad? Up a wall? Cause, it’s workin.”

You looked back at him with a small grin, shaking your head. “No, of course not. That would just be pretty awfully mean of me.”

He narrowed his eyes at you before he slowly sat up scooting over so he was close to you once more. “Can I sit out here and hold ya at least? Promise I won’t try anything funny.”

“Joel, of course you can honey, you don’t have to ask for that. It’s yours.” You watched as a grin tugged on his lips as he reached for your waist and gently pulled you back against his chest. Letting you get comfortable between his thighs.

Once you were settled, he pressed a kiss to the side of your head while his elbows rested back against the soft earth beneath his palms. He watched you curiously as you began to pluck some of the surrounding wildflowers. All different kinds. He watched as your delicate fingers weaved together the stems and he swore, he caught you humming.

While you were crafting together your flower crown, Joel couldn’t help but lean his head back slightly, his eyes closed, a relaxed expression on his face as the sun warmed his skin. He was at peace, being here with you. He must have dozed off for a few minutes because he didn’t feel your soft grasp on his bicep right away.

“Joel, honey?..” you spoke softly through the warm breeze.

“Hmm?” He mumbled softly, blinking a few times as he tilted his head forward once more and looked at the wildflower crown between your fingers. “Oh, that’s beautiful sugar. You want me to put it on you?”

You turned your head slightly so you could look at him. “I was gonna ask if I could put it on you.”

“Oh? No baby, it’ll look beautiful on you. It’ll look silly on me.”

“No it won’t, Joel. You’ll look handsome, I promise.”

How could he really say no to you? Especially when you looked so carefree, so happy. It was just a little flower crown after all. Maybe he wouldn’t end up looking silly.

“Oh, alright. Go ahead. Lay it on me” he watched as you gently lowered the flower crown on top of his soft curls. Your smile was so soft, so beautiful.

“So, how do I look? Still ruggedly handsome?”

You shook your head, brushing your fingers against his jaw gently. “No, you look beautiful Joel.”

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Unbeknownst to either of you, Frank had seen the moment between you two from the open kitchen window. He, of course, already had his vintage Polaroid camera at the ready as he snapped a picture. He knew you would want to always have this memory for safe keeping.

He looked over at Tess and Bea who were helping Bill prep the vegetables. “So, when did this all happen? I always had this feeling that they liked each other. I just never thought it would actually happen.”

Tess set down her knife and wiped her hands on one of the nearby towels. “She almost died this Spring. The three of us were gonna leave the QZ permanently with some other smugglers. We were set up. Robert caught wind of us and sent some of his men. Gwen shot first. I watched her go down. Saw the knife sticking out of her gut and Joel? I’ll never forget the screams he let out.”

Frank's face fell as Tess told him what had happened to you. He was in disbelief.

“She nearly bled out on our kitchen table. I had to keep him calm. There was this moment where I knew he thought he was going to lose her. She was fading and then he just grabbed her face, Frank. He’s got tears streaming down his face and he kisses her. He kissed her because he thought he’d never get the chance to do it again.”

Tess nearly had tears in her eyes from that traumatic night and when she felt Bea grasp her hand gently and give it a squeeze, she took a deep breath.

“He stitched her up, and laid with her on the couch. He literally wouldn’t leave her side. He slept on the floor next to her till she woke up. He was just so—I don’t even know how to explain it. I’ve never seen him get so distraught. I let him go that night, and it probably was the hardest thing I have ever had to do. They’re meant for eachother. I’ve never seen him so fuckin happy. I’m happy for him. I’m happy that someone broke through to him. I’ll always care about him, nothing will ever change that. She’s his person, and he’s hers.”

Frank was already grabbing a bottle of wine. He had his own tears brewing because how fucking beautiful was it to hear that two people, who despised eachother from the beginning, had found eachother. Fallen for one another, and held on tight.

“Jesus fucking Christ. I’m going to need a large glass of wine after that.” He was already unscrewing the bottle and poured himself and Tess and Bea a glass. “You found someone too. You moved on, right?” He gestured to Bea by her side.

Tess took the glass with zero hesitation and took a big sip. “Bea is quite literally the best thing that has ever happened to me. I feel like I’ve gotten a new chance. A fresh start.” She looked over at her lover, who was in disbelief and when Tess saw her tears welling, she reached over and gently wiped them away with her thumb.

“You really..you really feel about me that way?”

“Course I do.”

Frank was already raising his glass in a toast and had to gently kick Bill to grab his own glass, with a disapproving grumble.

“Here’s to good wine, full bellies, laughter with friends and of course, love. Lots and lots of love.”

Tess, Bea, Frank and Bill all clinked their glasses together.

What a sight they all were to the outside world beyond the white picket fence.

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You and Joel were in your own little world as held you against his chest, he was still wearing the flower crown you crafted him and you were both looking up at the passing clouds, in a comfortable silence. You could hear the birds chirp, the soft breeze through the grass and the humming of buzzards.

A purple butterfly, with delicate papery wings flew above you and landed right on Joel’s nose but before he could shoo it away, you had gently grabbed his wrist then and whispered, “No, don’t. You’ll scare it baby.”

He looked afraid to move then. Staying absolutely still as you gently released your grip on his wrist. The butterfly slowly flapped its wings, revealing the different purple hues, some dark, some light. It flew from its perch on his nose, fluttering for a moment before it landed on the outside of his hand.

“Think it likes you, honey.”

Joel furrowed his brows slightly as he looked down at the delicate insect resting along his hand. Suddenly, the realization hit him. The color purple. Purple nail polish, a purple butterfly.

“Sarah.” He spoke above a whisper.

“Hi baby girl.”

You both watched as the butterfly flapped its wings once more before it flew off his hand, fluttering away.

You saw the tears well in his eyes before he even could feel them and you immediately pulled him into your arms, bringing his head against your chest while his arms draped around your middle, holding you close to him.

Neither of you spoke in those moments. You simply just held each other.

You were both torn away from your thoughts when the back door leading out to the porch opened and Frank stuck his head out and yelled. “Dinner is ready love birds! Hurry up before it gets cold!”

“I’m okay, sugar. C’mon. Let’s go and..what’s that word you like usin? Immerse ourselves with our friends.” He gave your waist a light squeeze, reassuring you that he was okay.

You answered him by gently grabbing his face in your hands, stroking his cheekbones with your thumbs, giving him a sweet, loving kiss.

His eyes fluttered shut when your lips met his and he kissed you back, holding you there for a moment before he slowly pulled away and stood to his feet, offering you his hand as he helped you up.

The six of you were comfortably sitting together. Frank spared no expense to the details of the table spread. He had brought out the finest china just for this occasion. It was, after all, the longest day of the year. What better way to celebrate, than with friends? Before you dug into your meals, Frank poured everyone a tall glass of wine and everyone toasted to love, longevity, and good times. Joel was looking right at you, a small grin on his face as he raised his glass in your direction. The only sounds that could be heard was silver lightly clinking on china. The occasional song-bird, or two. You all were enjoying the delicious food that Bill had prepared and by the end of the meal, your bellies were full.

The air was warm, peaceful and for a moment, it was all too easy for you to forget about the cordyceps, the end of the world, the loss you had endured. It was so easy when you were surrounded by friends, and your lover, who couldn’t take his eyes off of you. As more wine was poured, the laughter ensued as old stories of the past flowed past your soft lips with ease. Tess agreed that the Chicago Bean, was pretty fucking cool.

You felt so fucking loved. You could barely contain it.

When the plates were cleared, you all headed inside to help with the dishes and of course, crack open another bottle of wine. By the time that Bill had started a fire in the living room, you could already feel your cheeks getting flushed. A warm, fuzzy feeling washing over you.

Joel was at your side then, his arm lazily draped around your hip as you rested your head against his shoulder. He brought the rim of his own wine glass up to his lips and took a sip, a smile creeping over the delicate china.

Frank was already flipping through his many record albums while everyone else was getting comfortable on the two couches. He had decided on ‘A Man Without Love’ by Engelbert Humperdinck. You learned very quickly that Joel Miller was not a singer. Even a few glasses in, drunk on your love, he would not sing. Frank had pulled you up from the couch and twirled you around playfully while you both belted out the lyrics, “Every day I wake up, then I start to break up, lonely is a man without love. Every day I start out, then I cry my heart out, lonely is man without looooove!” You didn’t particularly have a grammy winning voice either but hell, you were having fun! Joel was enamored while he watched you over the rim of his glass. He loved to see you in these moments. When you let your hair down, you belly laughed, giggled and god, did you smile.

More wine was poured, more songs were played and as the sun began to set, the fire lowly crackled in the background, it was just you and Joel now. Frank had taken Tess and Bea out to the greenhouse to show the wonderful progress his plants had made. You were knackered from the singing and dancing as you plopped down next to your lover with a light giggle.

“You’re drunk, honey.” he looked over at you with a small grin.

“No, I'm happy Joel. I’m so fuckin happy. Okay, and a little drunk too. Just like a tad though.”

He leaned in, his face close to yours. “M’happy that you’re happy ‘darlin. You look beautiful. I love it when you smile. Warms me right up.” He whispered, reaching out and gently cupping your face in his warm palm.

“You’re happy too..right?”

“ m’so happy baby. You have no idea.” He admitted. This was only for you to hear. He was secretly thankful that your friends weren’t in the room. He wanted this moment to only be shared between you two.

“Good. I’m glad honey, you deserve it.”

Before he could answer, the record crackled, transitioning slowly to ‘The Last Waltz’

He surprised you then, reaching for your hand before he helped you up from the couch gently.

“Dance with me?”

“I never thought you’d ask, cowboy.” You took his hand then as he helped you up. You were a little unsteady on your feet, while his free hand was gently splayed across your lower back as he pulled you into chest, holding you as close as he physically could. Your hearts were practically intertwined as he slowly started to sway with you. Your fingers were interlocked between his other hand while you brought your freehand to his shoulder, playing with the worn fabric of his flannel gently. He dipped his head down slightly, his forehead resting against yours. His warm brown eyes, locked on yours. You continued to slowly sway, taking in this private moment as he whispered the lyrics lowly between you. His voice was warm, inviting, deep, and it settled within your bones. “I had the last waltz with you. Two lonely people together. I fell in love with you..the last waltz should last forever..”

He kissed you then. Closing the small gap between you finally. Neither of you pulled away as the record crackled, the song coming to an impending end. You continued to kiss him, tasting the sweet wine on his tongue. His breath hitching, his fingers tightening along the exposed sliver of skin of your lower back. You breathed him in, letting his kiss settle deep within your soul.

The moment had ended when you both heard someone clearing their throat. Joel had let out an annoyed grumble as he tore his lips from yours, looking over your shoulder at a smirking Frank, who was holding the game ‘Monopoly’

“Sorry to interrupt you lovebirds. Are you up for a friendly game of monopoly?”

Joel had opened his mouth to speak but before he could, you brought your finger against his lips and looked back at Frank with a sweet smile. “We would absolutely love to play.”

“Who is we–” you shot your lover a playful warning look and he returned it with a slight roll of his eyes.

“Yeah, sure we’d love to play.” He grumbled.

“Excellent!”

You slipped out of your lover's grasp, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before you grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the living room and into the kitchen.

You found out shortly after the game began, that Bill was an absolute sore loser. He was the first to be out of the game. He cursed out, throwing what was left of his money before he grabbed his gun, heading for the kitchen as he mumbled about how stupid this game really was. “Who the hell thought of inventing this stupid game? I hope they’re rolling in their grave right fuckin now!”

Everyone was trying to hide their laughter then. It was hard with the amount of wine that had been consumed already. As the game continued, Bill had returned shortly after his loss, with a fresh bottle of wine as he topped off his glass and plopped back down into his seat next to Frank. He had a grumpy look on his face, with his arms crossed against his chest. When Frank leaned over and gave him a little kiss on the cheek, his face softened for a moment.

The game continued on for hours. Frank was the next to lose. Joel had secretly slipped you a few of his extra bills under the table, shooting you a little wink as he leaned over and whispered “you’ll find a way to pay me back, sugar.” Which had you lightly swatting his arm for being the flirt that he was, but you loved it. You loved seeing Joel with his guard down, and enjoying the small joys that life had to offer. He looked so beautiful.

Bea and then Tess were the next to lose and soon it was just you and Joel, head to head. Battling to the death. Well, until one of you decides to give in. Your friends had all gone to bed a while ago. The candles on the dining room table were almost melted down completely. You weren’t even sure how much wine you had actually consumed, but by the looks of the empty bottles, you knew you had quite a lot to drink.

“Joel, baby. C’mon can you please surrender. It’s okay, you can admit that you lost like a big man.” You giggled. Your palm was resting along your chin as you looked at him, a drunk sleepy look gracing your features.

“C’mon, honey. We can finish this out. Don’t you wanna win fair and square?” He still had a half glass of wine in front of him and he couldn’t help but reach over and gently brush his thumb against your plush lower lip.

“Joel, I’m tired. Please? Let me win this my way.”

“The dirty way?”

“Nooo. The you’re gonna let me win because otherwise this game will never end, way. I think I will actually lose my mind more than I ever have if we have to keep playing.”

He leaned back against his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. “So, then go on and admit your defeat. Sooner you do, sooner we get to go to bed.”

“Who said anythin about me admitting MY defeat?”

He chuckled and reached for his wine glass, downing the rest of its contents before he set it back down. “You heard me.”

“You’re such an asshole man. Fine, I admit my defeat. If I weren’t so many glasses, excuse me, bottles in, then I would have won. I’m sure of it.”

“Mhm. You keep tellin yourself that ‘darlin.” He blew out what was left of the candles then before he pushed his chair back and slowly stood up.

“I’ll get you back for this Miller. Just you wait and see.” Your chair scraped quietly against the hardwood as you rose from your seat.

“Oh, I have no doubt in my mind that you will honey.”

You let Joel deal with the empty glasses and bottles on the table while you packed up the game, placing the board and all the pieces back into the box.

He let you go in front of him up the stairs. His hand was at your lower back, making sure you wouldn’t fall back when you nearly tripped up one of the steps with a quiet giggle.

Yeah, you were pretty drunk.

Once you were in your shared room for the night and the door softly closed, your arms were around his neck, your fingers playing with the soft strands of hair at the nape of his neck. “Baby..I’m really really drunk right now. Damn Frank and his wine but..I want you. Do you think we can?..” you whispered with a hiccup closely following.

“Honey..” he drawled, bringing his arms around you gently as he pulled you in close.

“We can’t. You’re drunk and I’ve had a bit as well. Plus, we don’t wanna wake anyone up..”

“We can be quiet.”

He gave you a look then. You and Joel did not know the definition of having a quiet fuck. It was pretty much impossible.

“Sugar, you know we can’t be quiet. Even though I wanna fuck you so bad right now honey, so fuckin bad. I gotta put my foot down, m’sorry.”

“Okay, fine. So we can’t fuck. How about..” you trailed off while your fingers slipped from his hair to his face, brushing your fingers against his strong jaw. “what if you were wrapped up in me, all night?..”

He raised his brow at your suggestion and his mouth went a little dry when he realized just exactly what your suggestion entailed.

“You want me to fall asleep, inside of you?”

“Please.” you begged. You were itching to feel him again. All of him.

“Fuck.” He whispered out. The wine was making his mind hazy and your words had him spinning.

“Please, Joel. I understand if you don’t wanna—”

“Shh. Of course I do. Fuck, of course I wanna bury myself inside of ya all goddamn night honey. You’re absolutely sure that’s what you want?”

“Yes. That’s what I really want right now Joel.”

He scooped you up into his arms in response. He carried you to the side of the bed and gently set you down before he reached for the hem of your shirt and gently started to lift it up.

“You wanna wear one of mine?” He already knew the answer.

“Always.”

He slowly lifted your shirt above your head before he reached down into his backpack that was alongside the bed and pulled out one of his spare shirts, slipping it down over your arms. Next, he gently shimmied your pants down your legs, leaning down and pressing a light kiss to your exposed hip bone.

“Can I take these off, sweetness? Or do you wanna keep ‘em on for now?” he rasped out.

“You can take them off baby, it’s fine.”

He slipped his thumb on either side of your panties before he slowly dragged the fabric over your hips, thighs and down your legs and ankles. He pressed another light kiss to your skin. This time it was your thigh.

You had reached for his flannel then and gently pushed it down his arms, tossing it to the side with your discarded clothes. He used his one hand to pull his shirt over his head, shaking his hair out a bit. Soon after, his jeans and boxers were discarded. You could feel the bed slowly dip from his weight as his arms reached around, settling comfortably around your waist as he pulled you flush against his chest.

His lips were at the shell of your ear, pressing a soft kiss just below as he whispered, “you let me know if you want me to slip out, okay? I don’t want ya to hesitate.”

You grabbed one of his hands then and brought it up to your lips, pressing a kiss to his palm before interlocking your fingers with his. “I know honey, I got you, you got me. It’s okay. Please, don’t make me beg you.”

“You got me, I got you.” He let out a puff of air against the back of your neck as he slipped his legs between yours. He let his free hand, that wasn’t grasped between your fingers, grab ahold of himself before he gently, and slowly slipped himself between your slick, warm folds.

It took every sheer ounce of willpower inside of him to not jut his hips into yours. He let out a low hiss, giving your hand a firm squeeze as he sank deeper, till he was at the hilt.

“This okay ‘darlin? Not uncomfortable or nothin?”

You felt so full at that moment. With him buried inside you like this. Holding you so close to his chest. It was perfect.

“This is perfect honey. Thank you. Are you good?” You had turned your head slightly to look over your shoulder at him.

“ m’good. This is nice. You feel amazin. So fuckin warm and tight—”

“Joel, baby. Please don’t start something that you know you can’t finish.”

He chuckled and let his head drop to the back of your neck, pressing another kiss there.

“Sorry, don’t wanna get carried away.”

“I know honey, this is torture, and at the same time, I’ve never been more content.”

“That’s one way to put it.” He chuckled.

He moved his hips just slightly as he got comfortable, sinking further into the soft mattress.

“I love you.” you whispered quietly. You were unsure if your confession was due to all the wine you consumed. Or if it was your sober thoughts, coming out in drunk words, or a mix of both.

“I love you, always.” He whispered back, tightening his hold around your waist, smiling against your soft skin when he felt your lips brush against his knuckles.

You and Joel slipped off into the dream world with ease. He stayed buried deep in your warmth, all night long. You never wanted him to leave. The closeness, intimacy, warmth you provided each-other so naturally. You wanted to keep him there forever.

How long could forever really last, when the dawn of a new day was always inevitable.

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Knockop ? Optout ? Whatever the name is I LOVE that ship and them having soft ass sex ? Incredible idea, 100/10, would love to hear anything you have about them

I love OptOut as a ship name for them personally!! It’s very silly for the both of them

But like. I do have several ideas for them and not all of them sex so bare with me rq cuz I gotta get this off my brain matter

-when they both realized they like each other they were awkward with it. Very much a “am I allowed to do this” any time they wanted to touch each other. Like. Are they allowed this in general, not just with what their partner thinks but would those around them accept this? I think it’s surprisingly Optimus who says eff it and just makes a move. Because fuck literally everything anyone else has to say he can have this one thing damnit

-I think they’re very sweet on each other. Like. Constant pet names and loving words. Knockout calls Op ‘Big Rig’ and his ‘beautiful boy’, dorky shit like that. And Optimus calls Knockout ‘sweet spark’ and ‘lover’ and just these really sweet names. They do not care who hears, they are unashamedly in love

-constant physical affection as well. Mostly on Knockouts side of things because he’s more open to the idea of it. Just. Holding hands and being near each other. It’s not uncommon to see them sitting near each other, knockout half way crawled into Optimus lap

-I think they’re a very soft sex sorta couple. Not that it can’t be kinky. It’s just not rough. They take their time with one another and they typically laugh at least once everytime they interface. They just want to enjoy the feeling of each other

-they’re first time was AWKWARD no doubt about it. Optimus hadn’t interfaced in AGES and Knockout was worried about fucking this up. They ended up not finishing and laughing hysterically because they whole situation was absurd (they tried again the next day to better results)

-I think one of the few kinks they did explore a lot is light bondage (so hand cuffs, arm restraints, and/ or leg restraints), sensation play (like temp play), general praise kink, and some other smaller ones

-all of their restraints like hand cuffs are padded to hell and back because a) knockouts finish and b) they don’t want interface to be painful. AT ALL. Neither of them really enjoy pain during interface

-praise is such a big thing for them. They cannot go five seconds in bed without called the other beautiful (knockout especially liked to call Op his handsome guy or something less cheesy then that)

-I said earlier they’re very touchy, and it only gets worse during interface. Knockout likes to find any seam or gap and dip his claws into so he anchor on and pull himself as close to Optimus as his can. Optimus in turn likes to have his hands or arms around knockout as much as physically possible. Like. With basically bear hug Knockout during interfacing

-they’re both switches. Knockout prefers to be on top but also doesn’t mind giving up control to enjoy himself. I just think they’re both down with whatever position as long as they know the other is enjoying themselves and close

Final thought, I think they’re very close because they’ve both lost people they love and all that sappy Jazz. And also. They just look really cute together imo. I love them

#valveplug #optout #transformers

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virtualfungus · 1 month

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was thinking about franmaya in bed last night and im so insane about them!!!!!!!!!

its mostly about the parallels (obsessed with them).

even before they really start to get to know each other (possibly just after the first trilogy), they feel that connection of a grim legacy they have to bear, and one they won't give up on either, with maya becoming the master of kurain and franziska still being a prosecutor.

then obviously, i think theres this forbidden (as in, pearl vehemently being against it at first) but enticing element in falling in love with the girl that prosecuted you. but thats also bc franziska is genuinely trying to become a better person. yes, she will keep saying shit like "this is the von karma's way", but over time, she wants to change what even is the von karma's way (*aggressively points to her dialogues with sebastian*)

they both really admire each others strength. speaking of which, i think franziska is one of the only person who really sees that strength in maya, bc its easy to think shes just quirky and dumb but my girl went through so much shit and yet she still smiles. ofc, not all of her smiles are genuine, but a lot are. franziska doesnt understand it at first, but comes to find her strength, her resilience, beautiful and especially inspiring; turns out being strong is not all about being tough and not showing emotions.

it may sound silly, but franziska realizes its okay to just be human and flawed (or what she perceives as flaws). bc of course franziska is deeply flawed, but either shes revering her flaws as a result of her upbringing or trying to suppress to the point of harm.

mayas like "its okay to show your emotions and be vulnerable". but, eheh... that means maya has to put her own advice into practice, which isnt easy, but is liberating.

they can both be unashamedly themselves without being judged. because before being the master of a technique that could otherwise very much disappear and that requires thorough training and being an international prosecutor taking down smuggling rings, theyre young women who had so much taken from them, including their childhood. they can be silly, they can be themselves without being their occupation first.

maya rants about the steel samurai all the time. franziska initially finds this show childish, but maya really sells it and just reading way too deeply into it, but hey, shes just so passionante and franziska loves when shes like that. on the other hand, franziska will read a shitty book and tear it apart and maya lives for the absolute violence.

of course its not always perfect. at some point, their relationship becomes long distance. on top of that, theyre not always the best at communicating their feelings clearly, especially in the beginning. franziska can get upset easily and always want to have the last word, so they can argue for a while. overtime they do learn how to communicate better and yeah.

would their relationship last forever to the point of getting married and adopt? honestly, probably not. but their relationship is deeply meaningful, and theyll forever hold the other in high regards.

there are so many other things i thought about and worded so well in my head yesterday but i forgor and now idk how to properly explain it.

#ace attorney #franmaya #maya fey #franziska von karma

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genshingorlsrevengeance · 8 months

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AR team cheering their S/O up

(GFL) M4A1, ST AR-15, M4 SOPMOD II, and M16A1 cheering up their S/O

Looks like it's time for another T-DOLL FUN FACT!

TDFF 4: T-Dolls can come back even after their body is destroyed, as long as their core is recovered. The Anti-Rain Team are some of the only exceptions. They will permanently die. Also, M16A1's part...If you know, you know...

M4 walked out of the repair bay, sighing to herself.

This mission had too many close calls, but thankfully, everyone got out safely and all their objectives were completed. That's all she could really ask for.

(S/O) "M4!"

Her eyes widened in surprise as she saw S/O running down the hallway towards her. The distraught on their face seemed to fade as soon as they saw her.

(S/O) "I-I heard what happened during the mission..."

M4 solemnly nodded.

(M4A1) "Sangvis got the jump on us. It appears the information given to us was faulty."

(S/O) "Faulty? You almost died, I'd think that's more than faulty!"

S/O's voice quivered, which would've ached her heart, if she had a physical one anyway.

Pushing her equipment towards her back, she grabbed her S/O's hand and held it tightly, reassuring them.

(M4A1) "It'll take a lot more than that to do us in. Don't worry."

(S/O) "I-I'm sorry, I know I'm being selfish but...please. I don't want you to...to-"

She rested her forehead against theirs, closing her eyes, as her hand moved to the back of their head and pressed it closer to her.

(M4A1) "I know, S/O...I know."

The two said nothing as they stood together in silence in the hallway. M4 pulled back as she gave them a gentle kiss on their cheek.

(M4A1) "I'm quite selfish myself, you know. I only go out there to make sure everyone here at Griffin will be safe. You included."

S/O gave her a sad smile as their hand refused to let go still.

(M4A1) "I have to go put my equipment up but...Come by my quarters later. We'll talk, okay?"

STAR dropped by S/O's quarters, readjusting her casual clothes to properly cover her shoulders.

She had just gotten back from a dangerous week long operation, no doubt S/O was worried sick.

And she was proven right when they opened the door and almost tackled her in a hug.

(S/O) "Thank god you're okay!"

(ST AR-15) "Heh, of course I am."

She gently pushed them off as she smiled back, S/O letting her inside.

(ST AR-15) "Sorry to worry you. I'll probably have to go out again later this week once the Commander gives the order."

(S/O) "No, don't apologize. It's just part of your mission after all."

STAR sat herself on their bed and motioned for them to sit next to her. She promptly gave them a hug from the side, putting her head on their shoulder.

(ST AR-15) "When it's over, I'll ask the Commander for some time off, just the two of us, okay?"

S/O put their hand over theirs and relaxed into them, being slowly comforted by their touch.

(S/O) "I...I think that'd be nice, STAR."

They said nothing and remained in their position for several minutes.

SOPMOD jumped excitedly into an unexpecting S/O, which they yelled in terror at first before realizing who had their arms around them.

(SOPMOD) "Miss me?"

(S/O) "SOPMOD, you're back!"

Her teeth were shining as she grinned, unashamedly putting her head into their neck.

(SOPMOD) "Come on, I'll treat you to the Cafe! After this mission I'll get one heck of a paycheck!"

S/O had almost no time to voice their worries as SOPMOD melted them away with her loving energy, almost bouncing up and down for them to get a move on.

However, she knew how scared S/O was ever since she left the base. This operation wasn't exactly going to be a smooth one. Many T-Dolls already had to go through extensive repairs.

But SOPMOD didn't mention her anxiety or S/O's. At least not right now.

Right now, they both needed each other.

The screen flashed with bits of static, M16's quizzical look taking up a majority of it.

(M16A1) "Uh...This thing on? Why the hell's it so staticy? How are machines like us walking around while I'm using a piece of sh....?!-"

ZRRRT!

The screen flashed again, this time with M16 lying back in a chair, waving hello.

(M16A1) "Yo, S/O! If you're getting this video, then your lovely girlfriend is out there kicking some ass right now, and won't be home for a while."

She was playfully moving her arms as she spoke, to give the message a dramatic flair with her smile. M16 almost fell off the chair a couple times as she caught herself without missing a beat.

(M16A1) "But! In this video, there's a little gift! What is it? Well, if you have it next to ya, get ready to open it in one...two...THREE!"

She suddenly flashed her hand, her ring finger showing a silver band with a yellow gem in the middle.

(M16A1) "TADAH! A ring from yours truly! I couldn't get an Oath Ring since, y'know, that's a little too passionate for just a video message. Plus, you should be giving me that anyway."

She laughed heartily before it trailed off, her voice getting softer.

(M16A1) "You're probably worried sick about me, and to be honest...I'm worried for you too. But, don't worry! This super badass isn't going anywhere, and...And she always has you in her heart...core, whatever, you know what I mean! Just make sure to have a bottle ready for me when I get back, alright S/O?"

(M4A1's Voice) "S/O, please do not allow 'Super Badass' to drink herself to death upon our return."

(M16A1) "What the-H-HEY! DON'T BE LISTENING IN, THIS IS PRIVATE STUFF HERE!"

She grumbled as her flustered expression turned to the screen again, reaching for the camera.

Before she turned it off, she sighed and gave a loving smile to the screen.

(M16A1) "...I love you, S/O. Cya in a bit."

...

S/O's fingers slowly traced the ring on their finger, the video ending making their room dim in brightness.

They said nothing as they wiped away a single tear from their eye.

(S/O) "Hah...T-Thank you, M16...I'll be waiting..."

...

M16 pushed back the white bangs from her eye, her pupil flickering as the video turned off.

(M16A1) "..."

She said nothing as her hand clenched, feeling the ring still there and standing up.

(M16A1) "...Wait for me, S/O."

M16 walked away from the ruins and disappeared into the darkness.

#girls' frontline headcanons #girls' frontline x reader #girls' frontline imagines #m4a1 x reader #st ar 15 x reader #m4 sopmod ii x reader #m16a1 x reader #m4a1 gfl #st ar 15 gfl #m4 sopmod ii gfl #m16a1 gfl

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soolarity · 2 years

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Trust You

Teru Minamoto x gn!Reader - 2.7k words

Warnings: none :D

Summary: After staying late in school for student council duties, Teru offers to walk you home and under the street lamp revelations and confessions occur. Teru might shine like the stars but he admires the moon.

Requested by: @sparrowb3nscloset (tysm for the request!♡)

Here's my Masterlist!

A/n: This is my first time writing for Teru so it was quite a challenge but I hope I did him justice! In this fic the reader is the vice president and Akane-kun is secretary. Also I didn't mean it to be this long but man apparently I'm incapable of writing anything below 1k anymore lmao. It wasn't as romantic as I hoped and honestly could be read in a platonic way but let's roll with it lol. Enjoy and please leave comments♡

Golden light seeped through the curtains of the classroom, bathing the room in an almost ethereal glow as the sun set for the day. Cicadas buzzed in the air; a calming silence filled the empty classroom. You sat at one of the tables, shuffling through student council paperwork and writing notes for the next new school event. Akane sat next to you, working through his own stack of papers as the secretary of the council. It wasn’t an unusual sight to see the both of you stay behind school hours working on council duties without the president in sight. You didn’t mind though; you knew how much of a busy person Teru was and you were just happy to help him in any way you could.

Akane, on the other hand, minded it a lot. The boy would have constantly complained about Teru’s absence in council duties if it weren’t for your strict work methods. After ending up one way or another alone with you during late afternoons due to Teru’s ways, he simply sighed and gave into the paper work, pushing his glasses up his nose bridge.

After a song of cicadas, Akane yawned and stretched his arms. He had finished the amount of paperwork due today and couldn’t wait to go home and see Aoi again. The brunette boy turned to you and said your name. “I’ve finished for today. How’s your stack?” He asked, pointing to the significantly larger stack of papers beside you.

You rose your head from what you had been reading and replied, “Oh, I still have some to go through, but it’s fine, you can leave, it’s getting late.”

Akane frowned at the amount you still had left to go through and absentmindedly picked a paper up from the stack. He recognized the file; it was the budget of the cooking club that Teru was supposed to work on and approve! He immediately scowled as his eyes ticked in annoyance. Of course, Teru would unashamedly push all of his work to you. The nerve of that boy.

“This is the budget that President Minamoto was supposed to go through!” He exclaimed, looking at you offended on your behalf.

You picked it back from Akane’s hands and set it back on the stack. “He needed some help and I was glad to offer some.” You shrugged.

Before Akane could respond, the classroom door opened to reveal an out of breath and slightly disheveled Teru. It looked like he ran to get to the classroom with slightly tousled hair and his uniform tie crooked. Electricity seemed to almost spark from him. Teru greeted you smiling before distantly remembering that Akane was also in the room.

“Oh, Akane, you’re also here.” Teru said, slightly less enthusiastic than when he greeted you.

“President Minamoto! How many times have you shoved your work to them?!” Akane asked, pissed off at his senior. He would have had more tact in front of seniors but with the amount of stress Teru has caused Akane for the times they have worked together, it was needless to say that politeness was of Akane’s least concerns.

Teru rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, a slight blush dusting his face. “Ah, I didn’t realize how much I had done that.”

You stood up from your seat, turning to Akane to stop a potential fight between the both of them. “It’s fine, really. Thanks for the concern but I really don’t mind the work and as long as I can help President Minamoto in anyway.” You smiled a small smile, bringing a hand to Akane to placate him.

Teru’s blue eyes flickered to your hand touching Akane’s shoulder and his smile faltered for a moment. “I swear I will make up to you,” He promised, raising his right hand and saying your name. “Starting now, since I’m already here.”

You let go of Akane, sensing his rage slowly fizzling out. “That’s great, I’ll hold onto that promise, President.” You smiled at Teru back.

Akane looked back and forth between the both of you, seeing an almost invisible spark of electricity between the both of you. He grimaced in disgust at the sight of it. The only romance he was concerned about was his long-term (although one-sided) relationship with Aoi. He couldn’t stand being the third wheel for his two seniors and co-council members.

“Yup, I’m leaving.” Akane swiftly took his supplies, dumping it into his bag before heading towards the door.

Teru smiled amusedly at Akane’s disgusted expression, raising the back of his hand to his mouth to stifle a chuckle.

“Good luck vice president!” Akane greeted, leaning in the doorway, raising a hand towards you. “Don’t do anything.” He later added, glaring intensely at Teru before finally leaving to the school corridors.

“Have a nice evening Akane.” You replied back, raising a hand in farewell.

Teru approached the table, standing close in front of you. “Akane is hilarious sometimes, almost seems like he has a crush on you with how he passionately defends you.” Teru distantly mused, smirking in amusement. His eyes on the other hand had a glint of something else, almost interrogative. It made your pulse skip a beat.

You shook your head humbly and replied back amusedly, “Oh no, he doesn’t. I see him as a little brother and I’m sure he sees me as an older sibling figure. Besides, he has been in love with Aoi ever since their childhoods.”

“Right, right. How could I forget?”

You bit back a smile at Teru’s words. His charisma was truly something else, but it wasn’t what made you like him earnestly.

Teru clapped his hands and moved to look at the stack of papers. “Right, let’s get to work.” He said before taking a seat in front of you.

You sat in front of him, taking a pen in your hand before offering another to Teru, noticing how he hadn’t carried any stationary when he arrived. He thanked you and gave you a grateful smile. The two of you steadily worked together through the papers until the golden light of the sun turned into pink dusk. The time had ticked by until it was on the cusp of nighttime and the both of you hadn’t realized it.

Teru sighed, setting his pen down and turning to you diligently writing. “It’s getting late, I’m sure I can finish this later.”

You looked up at him before turning to the windows, eyes widening that it was almost night time. “You’re right.” You gasped. “I can take this home and work on it—” You offered, hands moving to take the papers before larger hands covered yours, stopping you.

“Please let me finish it, it’s the least I could do after asking you to take over my position far too many times.” He requested.

His pleading eyes made you falter, sighing as you retreated your hands from the stack of papers. “Fine.”

“Thank you.”

Teru sighed and ran a hand through his blond hair, stressed and amused at himself. “Honestly, I should have been thanking you a long time ago. I really don’t know what I would do without you.” He scoffs at himself.

You shook your head. “I mean it when I say it’s alright, President.” You cracked a small smile before continuing, “I know how much you have to do and how many expectations you have as the top student and the oldest in your family. I’ll help you in any way I can, President Minamoto.”

“Please call me Teru.”

You looked at him, taken aback, before blinking back your shock. “Alright, Teru.” You said, testing his name on your tongue.

His eyes sparkled in a way that made your insides flip and turn. You were definitely going to call him Teru more.

“I really am the luckiest to have you as my vice president. Thank you,” Teru spoke not your last name, as he usually would, but your first name. Your heart skipped a beat at the sound of your name from Teru and fought the warmth that crept onto your face by turning away. You didn’t know how much you could handle being this close to Teru.

As the two of you cleaned up the table, returning the chairs to their original position and organizing the papers, Teru spoke up once more. “I’ll walk you back home, it’s dark outside.”

You mulled it around in your head, usually you would refuse if it was anyone else who offered. God knows what nefarious motives they could have to walk you home. But it wasn’t anyone else, it was Teru. You trusted him enough to let him walk you home and you couldn’t pass this opportunity of spending more time with him.

And soon enough, the two of you walked side by side to your home, illuminated by the yellow street lights. Teru walked leisurely, his bag over his shoulder and his steps matching yours. You had expected it to be a silent walk, almost slightly scared of it becoming awkward, but to your surprise you and Teru had a nice conversation about almost anything and everything from his family, especially his little sister Tiara, to your interests and studying methods for especially tricky subjects.

You laughed as Teru told another anecdote about how he almost scared his brother Kou to death the first time he tried cooking. You bowed your head in laughter as Teru told you how he almost burned their kitchen down. Teru glimpsed at you while telling his tale, admiring how the soft orange light of the street lamps made you glow as you laughed without a care.

“Teru!” You exclaimed, “How did you even mess up boiling pasta!”

Teru raised his brows defensively. “Hey! In fairness I was busy playing princesses with Tiara! I couldn’t say no to her.” He sulked, distantly remembering how Tiara attempted to give him a haircut and make over in revenge when he once said no to her.

“It’s shocking, really. I guess no one is really perfect, not even the school’s golden boy.” You teased Teru, nudging his side bravely.

Teru tried not to stutter at the touch, his charming persona slipping for a moment. He bowed his head and sighed tiredly.

You glanced at him again, noticing a bruise on the back of neck as he leaned his head downwards. “You know you don’t have to put an act around me, right?”

Teru raised his head and stared at you in shock, lips slightly apart. “Wha—”

“I’ve noticed how tired you have been lately. And you have a bruise.” You motioned to your own nape.

Teru raised his hand to cover his neck instinctively, cursing it under his breath.

“I won’t pry about it if you don’t want to, but are you alright?”

Teru faltered in his steps, taken aback at your honest question. He opened his mouth but hesitated to answer, not knowing on whether to lie to you or trust you with the truth. In the end, he chose to hide it once more, not out of distrust towards you but a fear on what could happen if you knew the truth.

“I’m fine, thank you for being concerned though, really.”

You could sense that he was hiding something but chose not to pry out of respect, you trusted Teru that he would tell you if he was in danger.

“I’m glad I have someone like you. You said that no one’s perfect but I think you’re pretty close to it.”

You huffed a laugh at his words. “Please, I am the farthest away from being perfect.” You shook your head vehemently.

Teru tilted his head. “Why not?” Teru smiles as you still denied his words. “I’m being dead serious, you’re one of the kindest and most considerate people I know.”

“But I’m intimidating!” You blurted. “And strict and always serious and—and I’m nothing like you.” You weakly motioned to Teru who looked at you in shock.

“You always shine wherever you go, you have countless of people falling at your feet, you effortlessly excel in every subject you take.” You brought a hand to your forehead. You couldn’t believe you spoke everything to Teru but you couldn’t stop yourself now.

“I’m homely and awkward and honestly the one of the reasons why I offered to help with your work is because I don’t really have anything else to do. No friends, no extracurriculars other than the council, I—"

“Am I not your friend?”

You stopped, taking a moment to breathe and look at Teru. You opened your mouth to speak but couldn’t muster any words out.

“I trust you the most outside of my family. And I’m sorry that I’ve been always disappearing and coming back with bruises. I wish I could tell you but I can’t because it would risk your safety. Hopefully one day when things calm down, I can finally be fully honest with you.”

You blinked back the glassiness of your eyes. You didn’t know how to feel. Teru Minamoto, your crush and co-council member, trusted you more than you had expected, he didn’t just see you as an assistant or a fellow classmate. But he was also carrying a burden, a secret that could threaten anyone that knew of it. Under the smiles and polite conversations, he had a weight on his shoulders that you couldn’t even imagine.

“I’m so sorry, Teru, you shouldn’t have to carry the responsibilities by yourself.”

Teru smiled sincerely, “It’s fine, I’ve gotten used to it. Besides, I’m not alone now, am I?” He asked you, hand outstretched towards yours.

“You’re right.” You said, clasping your hands in his. You laughed as he swung your intertwined hands childishly as the both of you continued walking under the street lights.

As you and Teru fell into a rhythm once more, Teru spoke up, “You should laugh more, it suits you.”

You shook your head in embarrassment and amusement at how open and care-free Teru is now.

He raised his hand as an idea popped in his head. “I’ll make it my personal mission to make you laugh more.”

“Really now?” You raised an eyebrow at the boy.

“You underestimate my comedy skills; I had to entertain to siblings throughout my life, still have to, even now.” He bragged.

“Mhm,” You agreed sarcastically, “I’m pretty sure you’re just stressing Kou out. Wouldn’t be surprised if that boy had grey hairs by the age of 20.”

Teru hunched his back, sulking at you. “Hey! I’m not that annoying.” He pouted.

“I never said you were annoying.” You said in a sing-song voice.

“Oh you—” Teru uttered before being cut off by you stopping abruptly.

“Oh, we’re at my house.”

Teru shook his head amusedly, “You’re lucky we arrived.”

“Or what, President?” You challenged him, stepping on your porch steps to stand taller.

“I guess we’ll never now, vice president.” He teased back, squinting his eyes in a light hearted but threatening way.

You laughed once more before turning to pull your keys out of your bag. Your keys clinked as you unlocked your door. “Have a nice night Teru, get home safe.”

“Wait.” Teru interrupted, moving to fish something out of his own bag. You moved from the door back to him expectedly.

He handed you a bracelet made of wooden beads and a charm. “I want you to have this. Consider it as a lucky charm.”

“Teru...” You hesitated, not expecting the beautiful yet simple bracelet.

“Please take it.” Teru extended his hand towards you.

You gently took it from his palms and put it on your wrist, turning it to admire the bracelet. It had an odd energy to it, but it wasn’t alarming, on the contrary it almost felt calming or protective.

“Thank you.”

You watched as Teru walked back into the night with his bag and slightly odd katana in hand. You leaned on the doorframe and watched him leave, smiling wistfully while playing with the beads of your new bracelet. After his back disappears out of view, you sighed and closed the door behind you, entering your home with a giddy heart. A few blocks away, in the middle of the night, Teru smiles as well as his hear fluttered in a way he had never felt before.

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