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cooliestghouliest · 4 months

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PUTTY, chapter one

(chapter one), (chapter two), (chapter three)

PAIRING: virgin!Eddie/former cheerleader!Reader

SUMMARY: Eddie has a little brother. Eddie’s little brother has a babysitter.

SERIES TAGS and C/W’s: mutual pining, experienced!Reader, inexperienced!Eddie but he’s eager to learn, mostly sub!Eddie, insecurities and self doubt, narcissistic and/or absent parents, jealousy, mean basketball players, hurt/comfort, they smoke weed, eventual smut (18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI), uniform kink, dirty talk, foot jobs, hand jobs, oral (f!receiving and m!receiving), public sex, sex toys, unprotected PiV. more to be added as this progresses!!!

WORD COUNT: 3.7k+

A/N: hi, my friends!!! this is a rewrite/repost and has been edited for a (hopefully) smoother, more enjoyable read. fun fact that this was one of the first Stranger Things fanfics i ever wrote. it was originally titled She Was Straight From Hell, But You Could Never Tell, and featured Eddie alongside an OC. i’ve changed it to be reader-insert, because that seems to be more in my writing wheelhouse nowadays. this fic will be multiple parts — it begins with backstory, but will eventually branch off into a universe of little smutty ficlets where Reader will corrupt virgin!Eddie as much as humanely possible.

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Eddie hadn't known about the existence of his little brother until two months ago, when Al Munson showed up in the middle of the night with a small child in tow. Eddie didn't even know his dad was out of prison again, and yet here he was, in the flesh, a little boy with a mop of black curls resembling Eddie's own cradled in his leather jacket-clad arms.

Al was lucky Wayne was working or else this family reunion would have gone south fast.

While Wayne wasn't Al's biggest fan, Al was Eddie's dad, and Eddie would always hold onto as many moments with his father as he could get, no matter how sparse, and no matter how much of a self-serving piece of shit asshole Al Munson truly was.

But Eddie didn’t see it like that. Eddie saw it like this: His dad lived a hard life. His dad struggled with addictions. His dad lost a wife, just as Eddie had lost a mother. His dad tried his best with what he had.

Deep down, Eddie knew these were all just sorry excuses, but he kept that truth tucked away, not wanting to deal with the reality that Al truly only cared about himself.

He already had one dead parent. If he cut his dad out of his life, he’d basically have two.

"When'd you get out?" Eddie asked, stepping aside so Al could enter. His eyes followed the child, brows furrowed. The trailer was always Al's first stop on his freedom tour and the older man had always brought some sort of baggage along with him -- never a little kid, though. What the hell kind of trouble had his dad gotten into this time?

"Few days ago," Al replied, heading for the living room. He placed the sleeping child down on the worn sofa, then straightened and faced Eddie. "Listen, son, you gotta do me a favor. I'm not out long this time. I might've robbed an ATM or two last night. I'm kinda on the lam."

Al didn’t even have the decency to look sheepish at his wrongdoing.

Eddie was used to this. Even when Al was a free man, he was never a free man for long. He didn't think his dad knew how to coexist among non-inmate citizens. Eddie didn't think his dad even wanted to. Prison was a creature comfort for the elder Munson. Eddie wasn't necessarily mad at that fact. He was happy when Al was locked up, because then at least he knew where his dad was. Otherwise, Eddie worried his father would eventually get himself into a situation he wouldn't be able to get out of, and Eddie would really never see him again.

Eddie was also used to Al showing up after months and months, sometimes even years and years, such as now, always asking for favors.

"Who is that?" Eddie asked, pointing towards the couch, not being able to ignore the other human in the room any longer.

"Yeah, that's kinda what I need your help with.” Al rubbed at the back of his neck. "Well, no way to do this other than to just say it. That there's your little brother, Eddie. His name's Oliver. And I need you and Wayne to look after him while I'm gone."

"My... what..." Eddie stammered, face scrunching up. He expected Al to burst out laughing and admit he was just fucking around, and that this tiny sleeping stranger was actually just the kid of a fellow convict buddy. Maybe it was said convict buddy’s turn to rob ATMs tonight, leaving Al the babysitter. Irresponsible. Unlikely. And, turns out, untrue.

With Al's silence, Eddie knew his dad’s admission wasn't a joke.

Eddie was beyond confused now.

"Dad, how... you've been in prison for six years!"

"Conjugal visits," Al answered with a bit of a smug shrug.

Eddie shook his head in disbelief. "What the fuck? Wayne can't afford another kid that's not even his... and I'm in school still, I can't watch him... this isn't... I don't know how..."

But Al was already making his way to the door.

"I know you'll figure it out. I can always count on you, my boy," Al prided, tone cheery as if the favor he'd just asked of Eddie was to give him a quick ride somewhere or find an old family recipe.

Al wasn't acting like he was ditching another Munson offspring off on his older brother. He was treating this like an issue of minor importance, just a little speed bump on an otherwise flat road.

Al Munson was not an upstanding person. Never had been, never would be. Because of this, Eddie shouldn't have been surprised or appalled, but here he was, standing with his mouth agape. Surprised. Appalled.

His dad was out the door with a lighthearted, "See ya 'round, son," and Eddie was left speechless in the middle of the living room.

𖤐 ֪ 𖤐 ֪ 𖤐

Wayne got over the new addition to the Munson household fairly quickly.

While he'd been livid at first, calling up all of Al's old friends he'd still had the numbers of to try and find out where his dumb shit of a younger brother was, Wayne eventually became resigned to the idea that he now had another little boy to rear and mold.

What else could he do?

Wayne took care of his kin, especially if they were innocent bystanders and had no say in being born in the first place. He'd raised Eddie, and although he knew the boy had his struggles, he didn't think he'd done too bad of a job.

Eddie never went hungry, always had clothes to wear, a bed to sleep in, and Wayne was the one who haggled Eddie's van down to a reasonable price so the boy could pay for it with his lunch box salary.

Wayne knew about the weed and the pills, but so long as Eddie stayed smart about where he was selling and who he was selling to, he didn't much mind Eddie's unconventional line of work. It helped his nephew stay somewhat social, and Wayne knew how important that would be for Eddie's future. If the boy was nothing but a lone recluse his whole life, he'd probably end up just like Al. Nobody wanted that.

Eddie was just about grown now. Sure, he was rearing twenty and still in his senior year of high school, but Wayne had an inkling that '86 would be Eddie's year.

Wayne had always thought about selling the trailer and buying an RV with retirement money once Eddie was out on his own. He wanted to travel the country for the remainder of his life.

The idea that he'd have to raise up another wild Munson for the next fifteen or so years caused a knot to form in his stomach.

Would Wayne even be around for that much longer? He may have been relatively healthy, and he was only in his mid 60's, but Wayne wasn't an idiot. He knew anything could happen at any time.

Wayne knew he needed help this time around. He figured he could count on Eddie here and there, but Eddie needed to focus on school this year if he planned on finally walking the stage. Because of this, Wayne decided to enlist the help of someone on the outside. Someone with experience.

So, he posted an ad in the Hawkins Post, looking for a full-time nanny for a five-year-old boy to start as soon as possible, and waited for a response.

𖤐 ֪ 𖤐 ֪ 𖤐

Wayne didn't have to wait long.

Two mornings following the job post, shortly after he'd returned home from work, he heard a knock on the trailer door.

When he answered, he saw a pretty young thing standing on the front stoop.

"Hi!" you greeted, then immediately began to ramble. "Are you Mr. Munson? I hope it's okay I just showed up... there wasn't a number listed, only an address, and I didn't know if you wanted me to write a response and mail it, but the ad seemed maybe a little urgent, so I thought, hey, what's the harm in just... showing... up..."

You trailed off, feeling silly for word vomiting during your first impression. He was watching you with a small smile, eyes flickering with what looked like amusement, especially as your cheeks began to color to the soft red of embarrassment.

Listing no number on the ad was intentional. He hadn't owned a rotary phone in about ten years, after having tried to cut back on bills, and he knew not just anyone would make the trek to Forest Hills for a potential job offer. He’d figured only committed applicants that wouldn't waste his time would follow through.

"I have a lot of experience," you continued on at his silence, almost as if you couldn't help it, compelled to divulge all the information you could in the first three minutes of meeting. Wayne found it endearing. "I used to babysit for three different families when I was in high school. And I have two little sisters. My mom and dad worked a lot growing up, so I spent a lot of time with them. Didn't get paid, but... I made sure they didn't die or anything..."

From their brief interaction thus far, Wayne knew he succeeded in his method of weeding out flakes. You were obviously serious about the position. He felt he was a decent judge of character, and he'd learned in life that sometimes over-explaining was synonymous with caring.

"Sorry," you said, forcing out a little laugh. "I guess I could have just introduced myself. You didn't really need to know all that." You shot your hand out, giving your name. "I'm here about the nannying gig. Um, obviously. That is, if I didn't already scare you off."

Wayne took your hand in both of his own, shaking it. He placated you with a grin. "It's a lot harder than that to scare off a Munson, sweetheart. Let's go inside and meet Olly."

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Although Oliver Munson was only five, he had a spectacular vocabulary and a limitless imagination. Wayne knew the boy was a little charmer, quite like how Eddie was when he allowed himself to be, when the teenager wasn't drowning himself in existential teenage angst and nonsense.

You fell under Olly's spell almost instantly.

And it seemed the little boy had fallen under yours as well.

Oliver didn't stop talking to you while you were there, and didn't stop talking about you after you’d left, asking when you’d be back and if next time you could take him to the trailer park's playground and maybe you two could watch G.I. Joe or He-Man together afterward.

Wayne had taken your number down before you’d left and had told you he'd be in touch soon.

Later that evening, after Eddie had gotten back from his club meeting at school, Wayne took the trip into downtown Hawkins to use the payphone and ask you if you wouldn't mind starting as early as tomorrow.

𖤐 ֪ 𖤐 ֪ 𖤐

You were far from struggling for money.

Your father was a sought-after criminal prosecutor for the entirety of Indiana. Your mother was a real estate agent for high profile clientele who came from old family money; her father was CEO of a day trading business, and his father before him had been the same.

Although you likely would have never had to work a day in your life and could live a comfortable existence off of inheritance alone, handouts and the humdrum of an All-Play-and-No-Work lifestyle was never a dream of yours. That sounded so cookie cutter, so monotonous, so boring.

You liked to feel a sense of accomplishment. You liked setting goals and reaching them. You didn't want to freeload off of money that was gained from the capitalistic professions your parents were a part of. You wanted to be in control of your own finances and be the author of your own future, not have it already be etched into stone simply by being just another rich kid from Hawkins, à la the likes of the Carver's or the Cunningham's or the Harrington's.

You were ecstatic when you got the call from Wayne, asking you if you’d be willing to start the following day. He left for work at 2PM, so you’d have to be there before then, and would need to plan on staying until Wayne's nephew got home around six.

If you were to be completely honest with yourself, you felt a bit nervous, but the job itself wasn't the reason why that writhing feeling accompanied your excitement.

You had more than ten years of babysitting experience under your belt, and you were eager to get back into a job you actually enjoyed as opposed to trying out different careers to see what stuck and what didn't. Having graduated the spring before, you’d been taking an off year to save up money by working odd jobs around Hawkins to be able to buy your own apartment.

You’d worked as a florist for a few weeks, but it turned out your thumb was pitch black instead of green.

You worked as the personal assistant for a group of lawyers from a local law firm, but it turned out they just needed office eye candy and not someone to actually get any sort of work done.

You worked as a veterinary assistant, but it turned out the job was much more than just petting cats and dogs. You couldn't handle it when a sick animal would come in and there would be nothing anyone could do. Your heart broke more at that clinic than it had your entire life.

You were in between jobs when you’d decided to peruse the classified section of the Hawkins post. There, in the shortest blurb on the page, was a listing for a needed nanny, a full-time position offering negotiable pay.

The next bit was where the excitement wavered.

The listing was published by a Wayne Munson of the Forest Hills trailer park.

That had to be Eddie Munson's uncle. There was no way there were two separate Munson families living in the only trailer park in Kerley County.

You couldn't believe that you’d stumbled across this ad, that the geeky metalhead you’d crushed on since your freshman year of high school had a little brother you could be the potential nanny of.

You were two years younger than Eddie, but that hadn't stopped you from losing periods of time to daydreams about the way the wind ruffled his wild mess of curls on breezy days or the way his band tee sleeves always clung perfectly to the soft muscles of his biceps or the way his cheeks dimpled when he teased the other boys he sat with at lunch.

You’d always wanted to introduce yourself, but you didn't run in the same crowds -- you being on the cheer team and Eddie blasting Black Sabbath in the parking lot after his Hellfire meetings. You could never muster the courage. He seemed so carefree, so full of life, so effortlessly funny. Chrissy Cunningham, your best friend, had spoken to him once or twice and had told you how different he was than what other people said about him. He wasn't scary or mean or threatening, and instead was warm and silly and genuine.

But you knew how the people you spent your time around treated people like him. You knew your group of "friends" referred to him as a freak, a Satan worshipper, and did everything in their power to try to bully him into becoming a shell of himself. Thankfully, he never did -- it was almost as if Eddie absorbed the hatefulness and spent it tenfold by mocking the hilarity of the jock hierarchy that ruled the school, as well as using it to strengthen his own ability to embrace every misfit that walked the halls of Hawkins High.

You never introduced yourself because you were afraid he’d think you had an ulterior motive, that you’d be trying to talk to him as a joke or a prank. You knew the company you kept. You were sure Jason Carver had once or twice suggested you do just that, lead Eddie on and make a fool of him in front of the whole school.

You figured it'd be best to just stay away.

But now, you thought finding this ad was possibly a sign from the universe.

Maybe you were getting a second chance.

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Eddie was running late.

He was supposed to be back home half an hour ago to relieve whoever Olly's new babysitter was of her duties, but the campaign had taken a shocking turn and Hellfire couldn't disband until it had commenced.

The night finally ended with Will's character decapitating Dustin's, and Eddie had to thwart an actual attack when Dustin leapt across the game table at Will in a bout of rage. Dustin was small but mighty, and Eddie had to physically wrestle the boy off of Will's neck, threatening to banish Dustin from the next few campaigns if he didn’t chill out. Henderson had huffed and puffed but had admitted defeat and apologized to Will for the attempted murder.

By the time Eddie arrived back to the trailer park, the sun had almost set. He pulled his van into his parking spot to the right of the trailer and shut it off. Stepping out, he swung his backpack over his shoulder, but came to a halt when he heard Olly's scream sound from behind the trailer.

Dropping his bag and beginning to run toward the noise, Eddie's heart fell to his stomach. Horrible images of what could possibly be pulling that sound from his little brother pervaded Eddie's mind. He had an overactive imagination to begin with, and something like this verbal cue only egged it on. "Olly!" he shouted, panic raising his voice. "Olly, are you okay?! What’s going on, where are --"

Eddie came to a halt when he found the boy in the backyard with a huge smile spread across his small, sweaty face. Olly had a fake crown on, one made of twigs and leaves, and he was carrying one of the biggest sticks Eddie had ever seen. He had a blanket tucked into the back of his shirt, the cloth a makeshift cape. A thin piece of metal, probably from one of the cars Wayne and Eddie sometimes worked on, was wrapped around his center, acting as armor.

Olly had just been playing.

Letting out a heavy breath of relief, Eddie noticed your frame just off to the side. His eyes started from the ground up, noting the shiny red Docs donning your feet, moving up bare legs that were covered mid-thigh by a short black skater dress, one that hugged your curves in a way that had Eddie’s mouth going dry.

By the time he reached your face, your eyes were wide with amusement.

You’d been watching as he slowly drank you in. He didn't mean to ogle. He had to shake his head a few times to clear it, and when he did so, the face before him started looking more and more familiar.

"Wait," he started, head tilting. He spoke your name, tone riddled with confusion. "From high school?"

You were about to answer when Oliver cleared his throat, obviously not wanting to be ignored or to have his playtime interrupted any longer. You looked down at the boy, who pointed up to his head at his crown. You got the gist -- Olly wanted the game to continue. You could indulge him. You’d been doing it all day, and honestly you’d been having the most fun you’d had in a while.

You turned your attention back to Eddie, fixing your posture and jutting your chin out slightly. "I don't know who that is," you began, voice lilting. "I am Princess Guinevere of Kerley County and this here,” you brought your gaze back down to Oliver, “is my most loyal servant, Sir Olly of Castle Munson."

Eddie couldn't help the grin that broke out over his face at your announcement. He then took a moment to fully take in the rest of your appearance. You, too, had on a makeshift crown, this one made up of cherry blossoms and daisies. You had a flowing blanket tucked into the back of your dress, cascading down your back like a veil.

No fucking way were you, last year's cheerleading captain and prom queen, standing in his backyard playing fucking knights and princesses with his little brother. No fucking way.

Olly broke the silence by shouting out, "Hey, Eddie! Who are you gonna be?"

Eddie tore his eyes from you to focus on his brother. He pursed his lips to one side in thought, trying to come up with a character. He was usually quick on his feet when it came to creative play, but he had just spent the last three hours DM'ing a month-long DnD campaign. His brain felt shot. He was pulled from his introspective reverie by your soft, suggestive voice — no, sorry — the soft, suggestive voice of Princess Guinevere.

"Wanna be my dragon, Eddie?" you asked.

Eddie wasn't exactly sure why that made his breath catch in his throat.

He nodded dumbly, silent, then forced himself to speak because he didn't want to look totally lame in front of a Princess. "Okay. Yeah, I'll be your dragon."

You graced him with a smile before Oliver's tiny but booming voice cut through the air of the darkening night. "HEY! Dragons don't talk!" the boy stomped his foot and hit his stick against the muddy ground in annoyance.

A laugh bubbled from your throat and Eddie grinned, jumping into a wide-legged stance before outstretching his arms, tilting his head back, and roaring.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x you #stranger things

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thewriterg · 7 months

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𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐬

pairing(s); tate langdon x gn!reader

summary; you loved your boyfriend with all of your heart but sometimes you needed a break, what you didn’t expect to find on your walk was an all black fur-ball with a high pitched voice —flufftober day;8—

word count; 500+

warning(s); hint of a previous argument, cat distribution system choosing reader, cat parents, fluff, pet names, and language

playlist; I was cold beside you by hanging garden

A/n:—GIFs; @evanpetersxx & @plushie-bl0g— short and sweet today

You sighed at the chilling air around you foggy water vapor spilling from your lips as you walked along the sidewalk the sun beginning to set a few stray leaves falling from branches of different trees your head full, thoughts brimming

Your journey of staring at nothing striding on the concrete was interrupted as a squeaky whine was traveled to your ears registering to your brain quickly moving your head around to try and spot the noise as it continued to purr and whine

“Come out baby” You spoke a low whistle resting on your lips as you quickly clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth eyes still darting around for the animal and suddenly there was a movement from a trash bin a black kitten erupting from behind it it fur thick and short looking a red leaf on top of it head covering its eyes and you pouted at the adorable sight

“Look at you” You whispered bending down to pick up the the small cat that was a little larger than the size of your hand as you plucked the leaf from its body its big pupils staring back at you as it meowed relentlessly

“Okay shhhh, you have a motor in their?” You chuckled softly rocking the feline in your hold and there was no doubt that you were taking it home you yourself found it hard not to shiver in your thick jacket so you couldn’t even imagine leaving a small kitten out to nipping winds at night so without another though you put the black ball of fur into your pocket making sure it’s head was stuck out to be allowed oxygen before heading back home

💌💌💌💌

Tate sat on your bed his knee bouncing up and down rapidly as he waited for you to make it back to your room having heard you enter through the front door his head perking up when your bedroom door swung open before quickly shutting as you made shushing sounds with your mouth

The blonde was immediately up ready to confess his apology to you but what he didn’t expect was for you to be cradling a infant cat in your hands as it squeaked out high pitched ‘meows’

“I saw him on the sidewalk I knew it would get cold tonight” You hummed not taking your eyes off the ball of pitch black while Tate moved to stand behind you peering over your shoulder at the fluffy animal

“You could hold him” You whispered after a moment darting your eyes over your shoulder as the blonde contemplated not having the best experience with animals as you reassured him giving him the push he needed before he gently grabbed the kitten from your hands smiling at you when there was no complaints from the feline while it gently nibbled on his fingers using its paws for it to stay in place when he tried to gently wean it away and you giggled at the sight

“Who would’ve ever known we’d be cat parents?” You sighed watching the purring infant become more energetic as its body warmed up and Tate liked the sound of being a feline parent

as long as it was with you

#🦇𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑;𝐆 #tate langdon #tate langdon x reader #tate langdon x you #american horror story #gn!reader #fem!reader #male!reader #spooktober #flufftober #angstober #kinktober #romance #fluff #i love you #thewriterg #2023

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enchantzz · 1 year

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I tried something new. Writing a Middle Earth story about young Fili and Kili and Uncle Thorin. I was inspired by this amazing piece of art by @sugarsu Here is the link to the original post. If you like the artwork, please consider reblogging the original post as well.

In the woods of Ered Luin

Summary: Uncle Thorin is taking care of young Fili and Kili and they visit the woods in the area of Ered Luin, The Blue Mountains. Just a lot of fluff and a somewhat anxious Thorin at times, but we all know the boys, so we can't really blame him 😉

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It was still early, but Fili and Kili had already been running around since their eyes had opened to a beautiful day in Ered Luin. Dis and Thorin were sitting at the kitchen table, quietly drinking their coffee and listening to the chatter and laughter of the boys. Thorin usually didn’t have a lot of time, so he valued these family moments very much.

Thorin had offered to spend the day with his little nephews. His dear sister Dis had gratefully accepted the offer and looked forward to having some time to herself. But as soon as Thorin had offered to take the boys, next to excitement a little pang of fear hit him. What mayhem would he encounter this fine day? Nothing ever did not happen, something always did.

Thorin mustered up his courage and got up to fetch the boys. When he saw a heap of pebbles, blankets, pillows and a cat on top of it, he wondered what had happened in the few minutes he had taken his eyes off of them. Shaking his head, he said, 'Come on boys, get your coats, put on your boots.’

The heap of blankets, pillows, pebbles and cat immediately came apart and two pairs of eyes looked at him questioningly. 'Where are we going uncle Thorin?' they asked.

“You’ll see. Now come on, get ready,’ he told them.

Not long after, they entered the forest near the Blue Mountains. It was a beautiful day so far, but the big furry clouds in the distance promised some well deserved rain for the plants and wildlife in the forest. The leaves were softly rustling in the breeze, birds were chirping and singing, insects buzzing. The forest was so full of life, yet so peaceful.

Kili was jumping and running around. There was so much to see. Flowers, plants, little rocks, insects. Thorin smiled. That boy never seemed to run out of energy. Fili was usually much more reserved and quiet. He was walking alongside Thorin, observing the woods, asking him all kinds of questions and Thorin was answering them patiently.

‘What animals will we see today uncle Thorin?’ Fili asked. ‘Will there be moose? And wolves? What about bunnies? Oh look, uncle Thorin, what kind of bird is that?’ his little fingers pointing at a bird with a bright red chest, singing its morning song on one the branches of a big oak tree.

Thorin cringed at the idea of encountering a wolf and the pebbles being in danger, but he didn’t have a lot of time to think about it, for Kili came running up to him.

‘Look uncle Thorin, look what I have!’ he exclaimed enthusiastically. He was holding something in his tiny hands, careful not to drop it. Thorin crouched down. ‘What have you got there little man?’

Kili opened his little hands and a black spider crawled out. ‘You can have it uncle Thorin,’ he said proudly and with a big grin on his face. ‘I fetched it for you.’

Oh dear, how to get himself out of that situation.

‘I think the spider is …,’ he started

‘Ciaran’, Kili said.

‘What?’ Thorin looked at Kili, confused.

‘It’s name is Ciaran,’ Kili explained.

Thorin raised his eyebrows at that and scratched his beard. Wow, he had only just found the spider and it already had a name as if it were part of the family and needed to be taken up in the Durin family tree.

The new addition to the line of Durin was quickly forgotten though, when a rustle of leaves alerted Thorin and he looked in the direction of the sound. The word ‘wolves’ still fresh in his mind, he grabbed Kili and told him to be quiet. He checked on Fili, who was crouching down beside Thorin, imitating his uncle and all three of them looked in the direction of the moving bushes nearby.

A little spooked by Fili’s question about wolves, Thorin wished that he had brought his sword. He held his breath, but he sighed with relief when a deer and a fawn appeared and not a big bad wolf.

‘Oh look uncle Thorin,’ Kili pointed at the fawn, ‘A baby deer! Can we go pet it?’ he asked excitedly.

‘No, Kili,’ Thorin said, ‘They are erm … having breakfast. It’s best to leave them be.’

Kili sighed disappointedly and Thorin chuckled.

‘Come on boys, let’s go about our way. There is a stream not far from here.’

That also got Fili excited and both pebbles ran ahead, their chatter and laughter echoing between the trees. It warmed Thorin 's heart to see them so excited and happy. With a smile on his face, he followed his nephews in the direction of the stream.

The clouds, which had seemed so far away at the start of their walk, now gathered above them, hiding the sun and making the forest a little darker. Drops of rain started to fall and the calming sound of the raindrops falling on the foliage and the fresh smell of wet earth had a calming effect on Thorin. All anxiety about wolves forgotten.

He loved the woods, the sounds, the smells. He filled his lungs with a deep breath of fresh air and for a moment closed his eyes and held his face up to the sky, the fresh rain drops gently falling on his face, his beard and his long, dark hair, which was held back with a beautiful handcrafted clip in the form of a raven.

He stood there, enjoying the moment, but then, at once, snapped back to reality. It had gone quiet. Even though shouting and noise usually didn’t mean anything good when the boys were concerned, neither did absolute silence. He quickened his pace and almost tripped over a boot and another one and another. He followed the trail of boots, picking them up. Apparently, the boys had decided that they no longer needed those.

He approached the stream and saw Fili crouched down, his blue cape over his head and his chin resting in the palm of his hand. Kili was perched on his hands and knees on a flat stone in the stream. They were studying a black bird which was hopping from stone to stone in the stream. The bird paused, sat on a stone and curiously turned its head from side to side, seemingly as curious as the boys. It was altogether a peaceful sight, the dripping sound of the raindrops making little circles in the water, the gently flowing stream, and the boys watching the bird, watching the boys.

Thorin crouched down next to Fili and put his big hand on Fili’s tiny shoulder. So that’s why the little rascals had gone quiet, he thought and smiled.

‘Can we keep him uncle?' Kili asked, breaking the silence. ‘Can we take him home so that we can show him to amad?’

‘No my dear boy, your mother wouldn’t be very happy if you took a bird home. It lives here, in the forest, you know. This is its home. Everyone and everything has its own place in this world and the woods is where the bird belongs. It would be sad if it had to leave his home. You don’t want it to be sad, do you?’

Thorin heard himself say the words and for a moment sadness hit him. His thoughts went to Erebor, his home, where he belonged and which he had been forced to leave and for which he longed with all his heart. One day, he would return to the Lonely Mountain. He was sure of it.

He didn’t have long to think about it, because a frog hopped out of the water, onto the stone chasing off the bird.

Kili giggled and reached for the frog. ‘Can we take …’ he started.

‘No, Kili, we can’t take the frog home either,’ Thorin said sternly, but he had a hard time keeping a straight face. Kili seemed to want to take home every animal and insect he encountered. Thorin was sure that Dis wouldn’t appreciate a zoo in her home.

After a moment, Thorin got up and said, ‘Come on boys, put your boots back on. Let’s go see if amad has something nice to fill your bellies ok? You must be hungry after all these adventures.’

With that, the frog was all about forgotten, the boys hurried to put their boots on and off they went with Thorin in tow. Thorin was quietly enjoying the walk back home, while Kili and Fili chased after butterflies, found treasures - read 'stones' - along the way, chased each other and left Thorin wondering if he, Frerin and Dis had ever had the same amount of energy as these two boys.

The rain had stopped, the sun had broken through the clouds, its rays illuminating the way home and he couldn’t have been more relaxed.

By the time they got home, Thorin was quite proud of himself that so far, the day had passed without any incidents and mayhem under his supervision. He was grateful for the family time, but also, deep down, grateful to be handing them back over to their mother, his dear sister, whom he admired more and more, every time he looked after the boys. But also deep down, he longed for another day with his nephews, whom he loved as if they were his own sons.

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beyondthesefourwalls · 11 months

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Dancing in the Dark

Summary: Bradley was never one for clubs. Flashing lights, dance remixes of the same four songs, and overpriced watered down drinks just weren’t his thing. But you had begged him so prettily to go with you that he couldn’t help but agree. It was exactly as bad as he thought it was going to be, but when he saw how irresistible you looked on the dance floor, he decided to get his revenge in a way that left both of you satisfied but wanting more.

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x Reader (no use of y/n)

Warnings: thigh riding, dirty talk, language, exhibitionism

Word Count: 2900

Notes: This idea entered my head and then simply wouldn’t leave no matter how hard I tried to ignore it. Here’s the end result.

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Bradley wasn’t one for environments like this. The flashing lights made his head hurt, and the different dance remixes of the same four songs sounded more like screeching or someone getting tone on him than anything else. Not to mention the drinks were overpriced and watered down, and because of the hoards of people, it took forever to get them in the first place.

You knew he hated it, but had given him that pretty little pout and begged him to go with you anyway. You were going with a few of your friends from college and they were all bringing their significant others. You didn’t want to be the only one flying solo. He had resisted, but then you dropped to your knees in that slinky black dress you had put on for the night and wrapped your red painted lips around him. He was agreeing before he even realized it.

Getting him to do exactly what you wanted came easy; he was wrapped around your finger, and you both knew it.

It was his luck at least that you pulled this stunt on the night the DJ was focusing on music he actually liked, 80s and 90s throwbacks pulsing through the dimly lit club. Even if the techno flare that overlaid them made him want to cringe, the familiarity of the lyrics made listening to it more bearable, especially when you had inevitably abandoned him to go dance.

He did his best to keep track of you in the crowd, but the annoying blonde you insisted was your friend was pulling your group deeper and deeper into the mass of bodies on the overpacked dance floor. He sighed when you finally disappeared from his view and the blonde’s even more annoying blonde boyfriend started talking to him almost immediately, asking about what life was like in the Navy, throwing out every stereotype he’d probably ever heard about the branch, the other two guys quickly joining in with their own takes. He could barely get a word in to answer any of their questions or correct them before they’re firing off some joke about being able to swim that he’d heard a million times before.

Bradley loved you so much, but the two of you seriously needed to have a conversation about your taste in “friends”, and their taste in men.

He threw back the rest of his drink, the liquor going down his throat with a pleasant burn. He stood from the booth with a tight, forced smile.

“Excuse me,” he said. He heard one of the guys calling after him - red head’s boyfriend, he thought - asking to grab him a drink while he was up. Bradley figured the music was loud enough that he could pretend he didn’t hear him. He kept as close to the edge of the room as he could as he weaved his way through toward the bar. It was just as crowded on this side of the club, but at least he was free of forced conversation with people he had no interest in being around. He flagged the bartender down relatively quickly, and when his drink was in hand, he turned toward the dance floor. He had no plans of going back to the booth right away.

It was almost fascinating, observing all these strangers as they danced and jumped around, some clearly with more rhythm and passion than others. He watched them in amusement, and maybe a little bit of judgment.

It wasn’t long, though, before his eyes found you, and those feelings melted into something else entirely. Sometimes, it still took Bradley by surprise how, even after two years of dating, just the sight of you could get his heart racing like this.

The neon strobe lights that filled the club illuminated your body in the dark, and it was almost like you were otherworldly. You had separated from your friends, choosing instead to get lost in the music by yourself, and watching you move captivated him. Your eyes were closed, your hands trailing over your own body, one in your hair and the other running the length of your side. The already hot room felt hotter when your fingertips teased the hemline of your short black dress. He took another sip of his drink as he let his eyes slowly trail back up. When he got to your face, your eyes were open and already on him.

You crooked a finger, beckoning him to come join you. He saw the little quirk of your lips; you knew what you were doing to him and clearly thought you had the upper hand. It wasn’t a far fetched thought; you often did have the upper hand when it came to him doing what you wanted. But Bradley felt the sudden urge to remind you of the control he had, too.

With a slight smirk, he shook his head. Your face transformed into that familiar pout that got him into the club in the first place. He did nothing but quirk an eyebrow at you and sip from his glass in return. Your pout deepend while Bradley’s smirk grew.

You were nothing if not determined, though. Your body never stopped moving and as the song changed to something lower, your movements adjusted to the new rhythm. Even from this far away, he could see that your eyes were dark and hooded. You brought one of those red lips between your teeth and the hand that had been at your side trailed up your stomach to rest on the space between your breasts where your dress didn’t cover. Bradley felt his pants tighten as he watched you.

You were dancing just for him now, and he was mesmerized.

His eyes didn’t leave you as your body continued to sway. The flashing lights provided you with a colored spotlight every other beat, and the way it bounced off you almost made you look like you were shimmering. The way you were moving your hands over your exposed skin had him shifting in his seat and running his tongue over his bottom lip; he was hungry for you, but he wanted to make you wait just a bit longer. This slow kind of torture was something both of you enjoyed.

Once a full song had passed, your head cocked to the side in question. Bradley took the last sip of his drink and set the glass down on the bar top behind him and started moving toward you. Like the tease that you were, though, you smirked at him and moved further into the crowd. Bradley could have rolled his eyes if it weren’t for how turned on he was; he had made you wait, and now you were making him chase you, right into the middle of the dance floor that you knew he didn’t want to be on to begin with.

You turned your back to him once he drew near. He didn’t hesitate to grab your hips and pull you flush against him. The giggle that had been escaping your mouth turned into a soft moan when you immediately felt how hard he was. You went to turn in his arms to face him, but Bradley held you in place with a large hand on your stomach. The silky material of your dress was cool under his palm.

“You wanted to dance,” he said in your ear. A shiver ran through your body. “So let’s dance.”

“Bradley…”

He didn’t acknowledge you aside from beginning to sway his body behind you. After a shuddering breath, he felt you relax against him as you did the same. Dancing together wasn’t something new for either of you, though the vibe in your shared kitchen as breakfast cooked on the stove was admittedly more lighthearted than what he was feeling now. Still, your bodies moved together, a perfect compliment to the other. You always felt so good against him, no matter the setting.

The hand that wasn’t pressing you into him by your stomach ghosted up your body. Your head tilted to the side as he pushed your hair out of the way, exposing the column of your throat for him. He inhaled deeply, letting your scent wash over him. He groaned lightly before placing a kiss to the soft skin where your neck met your shoulder. He let his finger slip under the thin strap of your black dress, caressing the skin for a moment before snapping it back into place. You jerked in surprise, and he pressed you closer. He ground against you with more intention this time. Your moan was lost in the loud, pulsing music, as you reached a hand back to thread your fingers through his curls, the other resting over his at your front.

The music changed again, the beat turning more seductive, and the throbbing neon lights transitioned to something darker. Bradley spared a quick glance around. They were surrounded by bodies on all sides, but the dance floor was so crowded and dark, he could barely make out the faces of those directly next to them. Everyone was so caught up in their own partners and moving to the speakers; nobody seemed to be paying them any attention at all. With that in mind, Bradley moved his lips to your ear.

“Do you trust me?” he asked. You nodded without even trying to look at him, and if anything, the blind faith you showed him made him even hotter for you. He pressed a kiss to the shell of your ear. “Good girl.”

The hand that had been settled on your stomach slowly moved south. He grazed where he knew the band of your underwear lay beneath your dress. You gasped, your fingers tightening in his hair.

“I bet if I were to lift this dress and move those pretty panties of yours to the side, I’d find you wet for me, wouldn’t I?”

He let his hand slip lower and pressed the pads of his fingers down until he could feel you through the layers of clothing keeping you hidden. He only gave you the pressure for a moment before moving his hand back up.

“I’m not the only one turned on right now, baby. I can feel you, too,” your words were steady, but he could hear the effort that went into them. You were teetering on that edge of control and he knew it wouldn’t take much more for you to give in.

Bradley hummed in agreement, holding you still for a moment while he rubbed himself against you, proving your point.

“You did this to me, pretty girl. Watching you dance for me in this dress? How could I not be hard?”

He nipped at your shoulder when you were opening your mouth to respond, the words stolen from your mouth with a gasp. He soothed the bite with his tongue before moving to your neck, pressing hot, open mouth kisses to the skin. He wasn’t gentle; he wanted you to walk out of this damn club with marks on your skin, ones that he put there. You moaned out his name, clutching at his hand. He didn’t stop until he was satisfied that the skin would be blooming a pretty bruise.

“Everyone in this place can see how beautiful you are, but you’re mine, aren’t you?”

You moaned his name with a nod, and he knew he had you.

With no warning, he grasped your hips and spun you so you were facing him. You barely had time to gasp out in surprise before he was pressing his mouth to yours. His tongue swiped against the seam of your lips, demanding entrance. You happily complied. He licked into your mouth, tasting the tequila you had drank earlier. Kissing you always made him crave more.

One of his hands moved down to cup your behind. He squeezed and you rolled your hips into his, chasing friction. His cock throbbed in his jeans.

He tugged your bottom lip between his teeth when he pulled away. You whimpered and chased after him. Your kiss was hungry and possessive and he matched every ounce of your intensity.

After one more rough squeeze of your ass, Bradley slid his hand down to your thigh. He groaned into your mouth at the feel of your soft skin once he bypassed the hemline of your dress. He rubbed back and forth in the way that always made you flush and shiver before he moved you enough to slot his leg in between both of yours. He pulled you impossibly closer, dragging your wet core against the rough denim. The sudden stimulation is enough to have you pulling your lips from his, gasping for air. Your lips were swollen and your chest heaved as you fought to fill your lungs. Your eyes were glazed as they met his in question, but even then, you didn’t hesitate to roll your hips with a soft whimper.

“That feel good, baby?”

You nodded, but your eyes left his to glance around. Bradley clicked his tongue in disapproval and guided your gaze back to him with a bounce of his leg. “Don’t look at them. You look at me. Does it feel good?”

“So good,” you breathed, so low he almost couldn’t hear you as the music pounded through the speakers. Your hips circled again and he smirked. “Please, Bradley. Please.”

“Mmm, I got you,” Bradley hummed in approval. He flexed the thick, corded muscle between your legs and your head lolled to the side again as your eyes fluttered closed.

Throngs of people were grinding and moving together around them, hands roaming over their partners, pressed just as close together as the two of you were. But he wondered what the two of you looked like right now, in the middle of it all. You were practically straddling his thigh as the two of you danced. It was indecent, but it was thrilling, too, knowing that only he could get you like this. He hadn’t been intending to take it all the way; he had been planning simply to rile you up as a punishment for making him come to this damn place at all. But now, bringing you pleasure in this crowd of people who were completely unaware of what was happening, was all he wanted.

He could tell you were itching for it, too.

“Does this turn you on? Grinding on my thigh like this in front of all of these people?”

You whimpered, one hand clutching his shirt while the other tugged at his curls. Your face found the crook of his neck and he could feel you practically panting. The little puffs of air against his skin mixed with the needy sounds falling from your lips had his head swimming.

“I can feel you soaking through my jeans already. You’re so fucking filthy, you know that?”

With a hand on your hip, Bradley helped rock you back and forth. He really could feel your wetness seeping through to his skin. The flimsy material of your underwear had to be molded to you at this point. You ground your hips down at the same time he tensed the muscle you were dragging yourself against and your body gave a hard jerk he was all too familiar with that happened any time he touched your clit. He smirked in delight, doing it again.

“Can feel you throbbing, baby. I know you want to come - I know you need it. So do it, dirty girl. Soak my thigh. Come for me right now for everyone to see.”

Your movements sped up a little, and Bradley’s grew harsher in return. As the song playing reached its crescendo, so did you. Your back arched and your teeth sunk into his neck to keep from screaming, but he tugged your head back with a hand in your hair so he could bring your lips to his. Your mouths connected in a filthy kiss of tongue and teeth and he swallowed your moans as you trembled in his arms, riding out your orgasm. You whined into his mouth when you entered the realm of oversensitivity and he pulled away slowly. Your red lipstick was practically nonexistent now, your eyes glazed over and fucked out; you were breathtaking.

He moved his leg, giving you the reprieve you were looking for. He kept you wrapped in his arms, swaying again like everyone else, as you caught your bearings.

“You didn’t make a great case of me not dragging you out with me anymore,” you breathed out. “That was so fucking hot.”

“Mmm,” Bradley hummed, trailing kisses from your nose all the way to your ear, tugging on the lobe with his teeth before he whispered to you, his voice still rough and low with want. He pushed his center into yours once so you could feel how hard he still was. “The next time you try to get me to come to this place, I’m tying you to the bed, and neither of us are leaving.”

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taanekii · 5 months

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“And who will care, / who will chide you / if you wander away from wherever you are, / to look for your soul?”

— Mary Oliver, from “Have you ever tried to enter the long black branches?”

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litandlifequotes · 2 months

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Listen: are you breathing just a little and calling it a life?

"Have You Ever Tried to Enter the Long Black Branches" by Mary Oliver

#mary oliver #poet #poem #poetry #words #quote #reading

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thesupreme316 · 1 year

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Warlord and the reader celebrating their anniversary

i GOTCHUUUUUUU

Wardlow and Fem!Reader Celebrating their Anniversary: (Wardlow x Fem!Reader)

Word count: 787

Genre: Fluff

Supreme Speaks: i know that I always say this but sorry for taking too long. shoutout to @hookerforhook for allowing me to write their requests (plz keep them coming). hope everyone enjoys this one. P.S. Remember you are loved and appreciated

Warnings: none i don't think, barely proofread

Taglist: @hookerforhook @hooks-martin @wwenhlimagines @triscillal @sheinthatfandom

Wardlow is a sweetheart and you cannot change my mind

A very strong, tall, delicious looking, smells good, funny, charismatic sweetheart indeed

In terms of yall getting together, he would have not stopped chasing you until you agreed to date him

(Then again if you rejected this man you are crazy and we need to talk-)

Throughout your relationship, he has been very hands-on and open about everything with you

I believe he would communicate very well with you

“Baby please don’t hate me but that couch does not go with the furniture”

“Babe, it’s the sims-”

Would think about you for the majority of the day

And would get you little trinkets while he’s on the road

He’s very protective of you and hates to be away from you for long

Always tries to get you to travel with him

Overall, Wardlow is grateful for you putting up with his schedule and the demands in his life and decided to treat you for the upcoming milestone

For the anniversary he would pull out all the stops

Breakfast in bed? With your favorite flowers? And the bottomless mimosas if you wanted? (or water if that’s your style)

OKAY HEAR ME OUT He would allow you to open one gift for every meal you two eat

So he has three big gifts for you in total

(and then he’ll eat you afterward if you know what I mean)

Wants you to wear a matching color scheme with him (his favorite color is black)

Would take you to a spa day cause he got certificates to use

After a nice back massage, he’ll take you out to lunch at your favorite place

DON’T THINK THIS IS ONE-SIDED

You gifted him with a map of where ya’ll first met and a transcript of your first words to each other

He said he’s gonna put it up in y’alls living room

“Is that Leo the Lion?”

He gives you a blooming flower box like this

I don’t think he’s into doing DIY by himself so he asked the girls at work to help him with the gift and putting it together

You nearly teared up as you looked through the memories together

“Oo babe! This is when you got chased by that-”

“I thought I took that one out -_-”

Although this is a nice gift, he saved the best for last

Hours later you got redressed cause he said “It’s a fancier place”

While y’all are matching again, he blindfolds you and takes you to the location

After stumbling in your heels (cause you can’t see or if you don’t wear heels that’s cool too), he took off your blindfold and you saw a beautiful table decorated with roses and pictures of the two of you hanging up by the tree branches in a garden

You awed and squealed as tears entered your eyes yet again

He leads you to the table where your favorite meal and alcoholic (or non-alcoholic) beverage awaits

While eating, you two discussed today and future plans, ultimately deciding today was the best anniversary ever

After you finished eating, you were given a dessert with the words “Marry Me?” on it

You looked up at Wardlow in shock as he got down on one knee with a beautiful ring in his hands

(girl if you weren’t crying earlier, you’re sobbing now as I’m about to get fluffy)

“Y/N, I truly love you. I cannot imagine my life without you, and I hope I never have to go on without you in my life. You have been my rock, the one person who keeps me grounded. Today, really cemented how I feel about you and how even after three years of dating, I still get nervous and butterflies when you just look at me. Babygirl, I am in love you. God, I’m so in love with you. You are the most caring, sincere, beautiful, and intelligent person I’ve ever met. Thank you for showing me how to love you unconditionally, with passion and purity. You will always be the best part of my life. I say all that to ask, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?”

You quickly nodded as tears streamed down your face. Wardlow got up, put the ring on your finger, and kissed you as the hired photographer took pictures of you.

Hugging you, he kissed your forehead and looked up at the sky. You felt his body shake and looked down to see him shaking his leg, you laughed at him

“Does your knee hurt?”

“Yeah, a little bit.”

“Let’s book another massage, you old man.”

“The old man you’re gonna marry.”

Overall…Wardaddy is an amazing boyfriend who is gonna turn into a wonderful husband.

#aew #all elite wrestling #aew imagines #aew fics #wardlow #wardaddy #aew wardlow #wardlow imagine #wardlow fic #all elite wrestling imagines

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malojasnake · 3 months

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— Have You Ever Tried to Enter the Long Black Branches, by Mary Oliver

#poetry #mary oliver

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rikilouvre · 1 year

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Hiraeth.

theme song : "ceilings" by lizzy mcalpine

i wake up to your bright smile beside me everyday on our wooden bed,

you make breakfast and i water our plants,

we're happy and contented with what we have as we sightsee and observe our own farm animals,

and the birds steering over the vast horizon.

you're the most gentle man i have ever encountered in my life before my father who raised me well,

you're one talented man who's able to care for me and love me — a feeling i was made to feel when i was just an innocent infant covered with a blanket made from sheep's wool,

rocking on a handmade crib,

i would never refuse to get to know you in all the other alternate universes i am in,

i would want to get to know your existence more and more, over and over again,

like tree branches getting cut off only to patiently grow into something a lot bigger and more beautiful than before.

i then was enveloped in nothingness,

only to wake up in blurry, bright lights,

my eyes adjusted to witness a view — new but familiar to me,

iv drips and hospital bed,

a humble lady beside my bed wipes her tears,

a man at the door couldn't contain his happiness,

only to realize i was embodying their reactions as well.

i was met with tight embraces and warm kisses,

i felt at home,

but something was missing.

everyday, i think to myself what could be missing,

i was introduced to where i grew up — my home,

my... home?

is this, my home?

interesting, but not convincing and comforting.

i stepped inside,

the soft, fluffy ground made of wool gave a new sensation to my feet,

i was so used to the feeling of the dewy blades of grass,

i was so used to the feeling of damp, old wood,

not to mention the fluorescent lights that hurt my eyes a little when we only had sunlight or candles,

the manmade perfume was kicking in on my olfactory senses strong since i'm used to the smell of freshly-picked flowers,

in me was a strange feeling that i don't belong here,

the longer i stayed inside this house, the worse this feeling became,

this is, familiar, but new, i suppose.

not long, a guy entered my life,

a guy i think is the most gentle guy i have ever encountered in my life before my father who raised me well,

a guy whom i think is such a talented guy who's able to care for me and love me — a feeling i was made to feel when i was just an innocent infant covered in a silk blanket,

laying in an incubator,

a guy i think i would never refuse to get to know in all the other alternate universes i am in,

a guy whose existence i would want to get to know over and over again,

like the cycle of life repeating itself for until the human race dies and wipes out of existence.

a teardrop laid on top of a white rose,

that white rose was tossed with the other white roses,

on a coffin, pearl white,

the color as pale as the complexion of the young woman inside it,

a talented and gentle guy stood infront of the coffin that is being tossed with white roses,

he tried his best,

really, really tried his best,

not to break down the whole place and think about decomposing with the woman inside that precious coffin,

he tried his best to look strong infront of the crowd of people who showed deep remorse for the strong woman inside that casket,

he tried,

but, he failed.

his knees slammed onto the ground,

not caring about the dirt ruining his silk black pants,

he cried his heart out like there was no tomorrow,

he cried for help, for comfort, for ease, for pain,

he cried for every reason there is when he sees the beautiful, resting corpse,

like the way he became happy for every reason there is when that corpse was still alive and was with him,

he cried every single ounce of tear he had,

until there was enough dirt to cover the ground,

everything turned black,

everything was gone,

his everything was gone.

i choked and woke up to a bad dream,

i felt like i was suffocating,

like i was drowned 50 feet deep in the ocean,

or like i was buried 6 feet under the ground,

i felt like i died, twice.

tears started running from my eyes down to my face,

i couldn't get a control of myself,

everything felt too real.

these tears felt heavy,

my throat tightens,

it feels like i've been keeping all these emotions inside me for two lifespans.

every single person, every single feeling i have felt,

every single thing,

was it all a dream?

will i ever have the same dream,

ignoring the part where i lose my life,

and paying all attention to the part that someone gave me life and color to it?

i couldn't put into words by how that night started and ended for me,

and not even realizing that the moment i closed my eyes and drifted to paradise,

i was in for another unknown journey.

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purplebot-stories · 2 months

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Chapter 2: Horrified Beyond Words

An angel, chosen and created by the god Miuryn is struck from the heavens. Powerful blood magic to gain the aid and favor of dark, scorned and forgotten forces is used to complete this task. This Angel, the first Siren created by Miuryn, is now falling from the heavenly realm and having their essence forced into the body of a weak, sickly and fragile girl.

The first thing the Angel remembers is this horrible sensation of dread, of terror, of everything that is, being wrong. Then comes the wet and sticky sensation of being drowned in blood. The Angel screams and the blood and everything around it explodes in an eruption of sound. The hand on the Angel’s back is knocked away and the pool of blood around her splashes into the air like a bomb going off in a small pond. Among the spray of blood is a multitude of unmoving bodies. The Angel tries to flap her wings, but finds she has none. She tries to push herself up, but her arms are too weak. With a twisting pain in her shoulder she manages to get her head above the thick blood. But the sight before her does little to allow air to enter back into her lungs. It was all too much for the Angel. There were no tears, just the screams and shaking of absolute terror. Much like a child that doesn't understand the fear and horror in which is their reality. She is unable to move, She just screams and gasps for air, while she sits in the blood.

“You're alright now." Calls a voice as cold and as sharp as metal. The Angel sets her eyes on a man almost as covered in blood as She is. But still his paper white elven skin, his red tinted brown hair and the eyes that match his voice shine through the blood. However, unlike the Angel, he seems unbothered by the scene around them. In fact he's perfectly calm and still, yet tensed, like a coiled snake ready to strike. He takes a step forward slowly, blood dripping around him. The Angel’s screaming pauses just a small bit, but the shaking only intensifies. Then the head of a Black Dragon moves into view. Its head alone is the size of a hill, nearly thirty feet long with a neck well over a hundred. The Angel's screaming stops, Her eyes stare up at it, Her body freezes and She stops breathing.

“This is Xerxonus, a friend." The Metal Voiced man says, referring to the dragon. “I need you to breathe, and I'll come get you out of there."

The Angel gasps, “Where are my wings?” She weeps.

“Gone I'm afraid, but I can help you, we both can." The Man says, taking another slow step forward. The Angel says nothing and slowly the man steps close enough to pick her up out of the blood pool and carry her in his arms. The Angel cries into his shoulder, the feeling that everything is wrong still clings to her.

“Be still and steady, the worst is over and you're safe now." He says, softly. "I am Nadrum, the first Druid. I am a protector of nature and have sought you out for aid to help right the most egregious of wrong doings this world of Drenbor has ever seen.”

The Angel doesn't respond, She doesn't even open Her eyes. She is wishing for it all to go away, for this nightmare to end.

“But rest and know you are in good hands and wings." He says, as Xerxonus the Dragon leans in close, his one eye is three times the size of Her small form.

“Come child, let us soak away this blood and have you be clothed in warm robes." Xerxonus rumbles. The Angel remains silent but makes no protest. Nadrum the Druid walks up the wing of Xerxonus and sits on a small saddle nestled within the Dragon's ivory spines. Like a bird's nest among the branches of a large tree. Nadrum straps them both in and shortly the powerful wings of Xerxonus flap and they take off with a leap upwards. The ground cracks beneath them as they just barely squeeze through the opening in the roof of the massive cavern. The night air is bitter and cold, with a red glow in the night sky, coming from the lightly obscured Blood Moon on the horizon. The Angel peeks a glance outward as she feels a sense of weightlessness from Xerxonus’ flight. For a moment the feeling is bliss, then she remembers the feeling of having wings once herself, but that feels like a distant memory, much like the cavern opening getting rapidly smaller behind them.

The Angel closes her eyes, trying to recall not just the memory of her wings, but other memories as well. They were fading from her, as if they were no longer hers. She could almost recall a face, a voice. People she loved, family. Then it was gone. Only the feeling of emptiness, a shell of a person she once was, and the horrible feeling that everything was horrendously wrong. The Angel doesn't recall when it happened, but she ended up drifting off into sleep as they drift above the clouds. Her dreams are filled with visions of things she can't quite see but are expected to know. Things she is expected to remember, but she can't quite recall.

The Angel wakes up on a bed of furs, her body and hair no longer caked in blood. She is warm from the abundant amount of soft furs that cover her. The destroyed red dress was gone, but a new long green and brown robe lay at the end of the bed. While comfortable she didn't wake peacefully. The reality that this wasn't all a nightmare came crashing down upon her. A clap of thunder startles her from her thoughts, as she whimpers and cries. The dragon, Xerxonus turns his head to look at her from where he is nestled in the grove around them. He is up against a large stone wall, with large trees making the towers of the walls. There is a wooden canopy that is woven into the trees above Xerxonus, which covers his head and part of his back from the current downpour of rain. Xerxonus peeks his head towards the small stone pavilion that the Angel lays in.

“Does the storm scare you child?” Xerxonus says, his draconic voice rumbling like the storm.

The Angel says nothing, her head still spinning too fast from everything she sees in front of her and everything she sees in her dream. She was trying to simply will it all to go away. Her brain couldn't allow it to be her reality, even if now she knew she couldn't remember why. But the fact of not knowing something She should, is terrible.

“Do you understand me child?" Xerxonus says, a hint of concern in his voice.

The Angel turns her head slowly and looks at him with glassy unfocused eyes. She nods slightly in acknowledgement. The Dragon lets a puff of warm breath out of his nostrils. This dispels the damp chill in the air around the Angel. She covers herself tightly with the fur blankets provided, then looks around, finally taking in her surroundings.

She sits into a stone cubby in a larger stone wall, which she can see, as it wraps around the large grove in a circle. There are other cubbies in the wall, but all the ones she can see from her angle are empty. The grove is centered around a large pond, with a large carved rock in the center. It's hard for the Angel to make out what it is, but it looked to be some creature. Perhaps she couldn't recognize it in the dark, or just another thing she's forgotten. Around the pond are plenty of trees, bushes and hundreds of flowers. All of them heavy from the downpour, but all of them seem to be holding their energy for the promise of sunlight and strength the rain is giving them. The Angel takes another look at the cubbies in the Grove wall, and the darker shadows believing she may have missed someone.

“Your eyes will not find Him." Xerxonus says, “Nadrum has gone ahead to make sure our more permanent resting place is ready for you."

The Angel's eyebrows furrow, unsure if she should be worried about this news. Her initial feelings were fear, distrust and something deeper she didn't quite understand, but it was any better than the other two feelings. However, she didn't know what was real, or if any of the things she felt and was thinking truly belonged to her mind and body. Part of her was unsure if this body truly belonged to her.

“In time you shall know and understand why you are here." Xerxonus says, as if he read her mind. "Life is often unkind to us, but know we will keep you safe.”

The Angel was unsure if she liked his words, if the ‘keep you safe’ meant she was just something to protect. Something to keep guarded, something valuable.

“If you do not wish to speak, I suggest you rest. Your body was weakened from the magic." Xerxonus says, drawing his head back underneath her covering.

The Angel didn't really understand what that meant, but she had no desire to speak, so she turned over in her bed of furs and closed her eyes. She couldn't bring herself to speak even if she wanted to, even if she dared to ask what had happened to her. At this moment, the act of not speaking was the only thing keeping her sane, as if somehow if she didn't speak, the world couldn't truly be real.

- o - O - o -

Nadrum, as a powerful panther, runs through the trees of the forest. His slick fur covered body doing well to repel the downpour around him. The night is dark, no moon or stars in sight, but Nadrum the panther needs no guidance. The First Druid feels his way through every step, through every leap. He runs, as he is too weak from the night's earlier events. He cannot use his magic to open a portal from the trees and travel through their roots, he is not far from passing out. But Nadrum would never show it, nor could he rest. He needed to make sure his stronghold was safe for the Fallen Angel. Enchantments must be put in place to deter Miuryn from interfering, as if he is to break the rules once, who's to say he won't do it again.

The Panther Nadrum bounds through the last stretch of woods before he comes across a small clearing, still covered by the canopy above. The clearing might look normal to any being that passes by, but Nadrum knows just where to go, to find the entrance of his hidden stronghold beneath. He places his paw on the ground and the earth begins to swirl and open up beneath him as he channels his earth magic. He falls down, changing into a hawk as he does so. He circles downwards to the ground and changes back to his usual elven form right before he lands in a crouch. He stands and immediately begins to take a careful glance around the underground Stronghold. He was certain there was no one hiding in the entrance way, nor in the glowing mushroom patches surrounding it. But Nadrum does quickly notice movement coming across one of the nine rope bridges, which connects the central island to the other tunnels in the stronghold.

“Great Druid?" a figure calls, stopping at the start of the bridge.

Nadrum sees a lone figure, in a dark gray robe, holding a staff with a hanging bowl shaped lantern on tje end of it. The bowl lantern gives off a faint blue glow, similar to the mushroom growing around the starting island. “Who walks up on me?" Nadrum says, staring intently at the robed figure.

The figure immediately pulls back their hood and holds up their staff with the lantern on it, up enough to reveal their face. This shows a human woman with deep scars across her cheeks, chin and right eye. She has thick brown wavy hair and light brown skin. Her one good is brown, while the other is pure white. “It is Foraun, Great Druid.” She says, with as deep of a bow as she can manage.

"What of this place Foraun, is Ulgunstol still safe?” He asks, referring to this stronghold.

“Ulgunstol and all who reside felt the world shudder at the power of the Blood Moon and what you did this night.” Foraun says, straightening up again. “Please tell me Great Druid, were you and Endless Shadow successful?"

Nadrum pauses. “I am uncertain."

“Uncertain?"

“Now is not the time Foraun." Nadrum says, coolly. "Wake the Druids, I shall require their ability to fortify the place.”

"Yes Great Druid.” She says and runs off, her lighting trailing into the long tunnel.

Nadrum takes a deep breath in relief. He was uncertain if the gods would hold any restraint, or if the Divine Rule meant anything now the Ancient Ones have left. He then takes a seat right in the center of the entrance area. He connects his hands to the ground beneath him. Nadrum shapes the weave of nature around himself and imparts it into the world itself. That energy is converted into ancient protective magics that help ward off those that would attempt to locate or attack the stronghold.

Before long, Nadrum begins to tire, his body already weakened from before. However, he was satisfied with the framework he had created. Foraun and the other Druids emerge shortly after. There are twelve in number, most of them Tiefling's, dark elves and wood elves. They all rush in, showing concern in their Leader’s tired form, but Nadrum shrugs them off.

“Rest cannot come to me yet, I must return to the Nuvar Grove, where Xerxonus watches over Her.” He says, getting to his feet. "One of thee must send me there, then thou must all spend the night strengthening the bonds I have made.”

“Of course Great Druid!"A red Tiefling with large horn says.

"I shall send you there!” Another elven druid with red curly hair says.

With much praise and excitement at just a passing mention of ‘Her’ the Druids are alight, as their hard fought goals have finally come to be. The red haired Elf, walls ahead of Nadrum as they head down a hall, where there is a large pine tree, growing inside the cavern. They walk past the four guards posted inside the cavern. Who give a bow to the Elven Druid and a deeper bow to Nadrum as they walk by.

“I am to send the Great Druid back to the Nuvar Grove, where he is to reunite with The Endless Shadow and Chosen Angel." The Elven Druid says proudly.

“Keep that loose tongue of yours quiet." Nadrum snaps, his voice like a steel whip. “None of you in this are to speak of this until I have made an announcement to Ulgunstol.”

"Yes, great Druid!” They all reply, nervously.

"Now make haste in your spell Riuvyn.” Nadrum says to the red haired Druid.

- o - O - o -

Xerxonus stirs, never truly asleep, but his massive form turns to see a nearby tree trunk bend and quiver. The roots begin to dig themselves out of the ground and weave themselves into a large oval of roots and leaves. When they connect, a green energy swirls within the frame. Then only a second later, Nadrum steps through.

“Well met." Xerxonus says, as a projection of thought into his friend's mind.

Nadrum nods and asks “Is She still asleep?"

"She does, but not soundly. It's as if her own shadow terrifies her.”

Nadrum frowns and moves himself under the tree woven canopy with Xerxonus. "Then the ritual wasn't a success.”

"Indeed.” Xerxonus mentally says "But it was not a failure. I can see the power already trying to grow inside her, but drown among the fear and apprehension.”

"Is there a way to do something about it, can we cure her, or know what is causing it?”

Xerxonus pauses, taking a careful look into the Angel's mind once again. “I think neither you or I are at fault, nor the gods or Ancient Ones. I believe that this is who this Angel is at her core, once strong and loved, now fallen into uncertainty and fear.”

"She must be shown that love again then.” Nadrum says, closing his eyes and leaning against Xerxonus' flank. “I don't know if I am the one who shows her that love."

"Surely you can muster up the performance needed to beguile an empty glass with your words? When thou hath managed to convince hundreds, with many years to fill their glasses, to join our cause.” Xerxonus scoffs.

"The ones I convinced already had their cause. I just brought them to the conclusion that they were all the survivors of the gods wrath.” Nadrum sighs.

"Sleep Nadrum.” Xerxonus says. "I know this bump in the path will not bother thee when thou art rested.”

Nadrum only responds with a nod and rests in the comfort of his Dragon friend's side.

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✧♡rude | josuyasu♡✧

genre: fluff/a little angst

pretty, preppy boys like josuke never want anything to do with delinquents like okuyasu. the feeling is mutual.

published: 2023

no stands, college aus (the college is run more like a high school because i hate how actual college is run)

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Okuyasu shot up out of his chair as the class bell rung, signaling the end of second period. The sophomore jogged through the door, elbowing people in the hallway to get by. He only wanted to get to science.

Science was his favorite subject. It didn't even matter which branch, he adored it all. Despite everyone believing he was some delinquent whose goal was to barely pass, he loved messing with chemicals, studying different animals, and calculating the force between objects. But there is another reason he's drawn to that class. That science class is full of juniors, and he has, in the least complicated way possible, a slight crush on one of them. His name is Josuke, and he takes Okuyasu's breath away.

The sophomore walked into the classroom and almost fell when he saw the school's leading "pretty boy." He was sitting in the very back, combing through his beloved, shiny deep indigo hair, Italian dress shoes propped up on the desk adjacent to him. With a slightly condescending smirk on his face, he raked his soft eyes over Okuyasu. It felt as if he had been shocked, rings of electricity encasing him. Josuke's custom-designed school uniform jacket draped across the back of his chair, his yellow shirt clinging tightly to his broad shoulders and prominent chest.

"Oh my god," the black-eyed boy thought to himself. "He even wore his expensive earrings."

Okuyasu, in an embarrassed frenzy, scanned the room for a seat. The only one empty, however, was the one Josuke had his feet on. Taking deep breaths in with every other step, he attempted to look confident on his way over to the seat. The façade didn't last long.

"I- Um-," Okuyasu huffed, frustrated at his inability to hold it together. "Hey, would it be- can I sit here?"

"Mmm... sure. But only you," he muttered, dragging his gaze slowly over Okuyasu's cowering form. "Maybe I'll let you sit here tomorrow too, if you can fix your acting."

The younger man nodded quickly, organizing his supplies and sitting down. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuck, he saw right through me... It might be easier to transfer sch-"

"Why are you so jumpy? I won't bite," Josuke questioned with a sour tone and sickly sweet smile. It looked almost evil. "At least, you know, not if I don't have to. So just stay out of my way and we'll be fine, yeah?"

"Yeah! Uh, yeah, of course," Okuyasu agreed quickly, looking away as his tan cheeks turned blotchy red.

All of the surrounding chatter in the classroom died down when the teacher entered. Class went on, and Okuyasu stole looks at the man beside him. Unfortunately, he was horrible at being subtle, nearly turning his head a full 90 degrees each time.

"What the fuck is your problem?"

"What?" Okuyasu was frightened by the sudden harsh whispering.

"Why the hell do you keep looking over here? Wasn't my only condition to not bother me?"

"I-," Okuyasu began.

"You what? Do you have a problem?"

"N-No! There's no problem!"

"Are you looking for one?"

Fear flashed in the younger man's eyes. "No! Of course not," he answered with a pleading tone.

"That's what I thought," Josuke said matter-of-factly, turning away from Okuyasu, who felt as though there was a black hole in his stomach, turning his limbs to strings.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Once again, Okuyasu shot out of his chair like a rocket. He tried gathering his binders and notebooks quickly, but he didn't gather them quickly enough. Josuke forcefully pushed past him, knocking him down. The sophomore landed on the floor, wincing as his ass and thighs went numb. However, once the room cleared, Josuke turned and backtracked, reluctantly picking him up off the ground without a word, swiftly leaving his behind in the room, smiling ever so slightly to himself.

"Shit, I just knocked him down, but at least I helped him up.... He's kind of cute, why haven't I ever talked to him before?" Maybe he should ask one of his friends who he is?

"Hey, Yukako," Josuke called as he strolled toward the group, placing his hand on her shoulder. "Who's that kid?"

"The one walking out of Dr. Brown's room?"

"Yeah, him. What's his name?"

"Keicho, I think. Wait, give me a second," she paused, spinning around to face her boyfriend. "Koichi, honey, who's that kid?"

Koichi whipped his head around, taking a good look at the sophomore walking down the hallway. "That's Okuyasu Nijimura. He's in our literature class, remember?"

"Oh yeah! The delinquent! He never turns in his papers," Yukako giggled behind a piece of her long, thick black hair, nose and eyes squinching as her bright white teeth revealed themselves.

"He's in my science class," Josuke mumbled, boring holes through Okuyasu's back.

"I think he's in my world history class," Rohan muttered, absentmindedly chewing on the end of a pen.

Josuke snorted. "How would you know, dickhead? You're always asleep in that class, said so yours-"

"Fuck off Josuke," the green-haired man spat. "Fucking asshole."

"Okuyasu. I like that. Josuke and Okuyasu... Why am I putting our names together?"

He snapped back to reality to find Yukako poking his shoulder with a good bit of force. "Josuke. Josuke! Helloooo, are you okay? You look confused."

"Yeah, I'm fine. Let's just go to lunch."

Josuke was honestly questioning his own sanity. He couldn't want anything to do with that kid. Okuyasu was a delinquent, he was the school's most popular 'pretty boy' and had a reputation to hold up. Okuyasu was supposed to be the background character and Josuke the main character. He knew that if he fell for him, he'd have to keep it a secret.

"Josuke. Josukeeee. JOSUKE," Yukako yelled, getting louder as she smacked her friend's arm.

"What?" He snapped out of his daze and whipped his head around to the woman.

"You're staring again."

"No, I'm not. You just came to school fucking high again, dumbass," he retorted.

"It was one time!" she complained, Koichi snickering next to her.

"Well, I wasn't staring so you can go suck a big, fat dick," Josuke sang, shit-eating grin lighting up his face.

She sighed, flicking her eyes to the side and shaking her head. He knows he was staring, but god forbid the man let on that he has the ability to experience emotion. Whether he liked it or not, he couldn't control it. Josuke was drooling on the table like a dog faced with meat as he recalled Okuyasu's face.

He involuntarily swooned as Okuyasu laughed at one of his friend's jokes. The corners of his lips turned up as the other almost fell out of his seat, smacking the table. A woman with powder pink hair at the table was high fiving everyone. Okuyasu, smoothing out his navy blue uniform, helped himself back into the chair, lightly patting his carefully styled hair to make sure it was still in place. He looked up, his large, circular eyes and deep black gaze accidentally catching Josuke's pacific blue stare, causing the older man to gasp and turn away.

"What?" Rohan asked, spooked by the sudden movement.

"Nothing, I-," Josuke breathed, his heart threatening to beat out of his chest.

"Is it that Okuyasu kid? For the fifth time in the last 30 minutes?"

"Whatever, just eat your food."

The artist licked his lips, glancing over toward Okuyasu. "I think he's hot."

"Fuck off Rohan, you have like twenty guys in your phone already."

"Well, you talk to him or I'll make my move. Your call," Rohan threatened, smirking and shrugging his shoulders.

Okuyasu began laughing as Reimi finished making a harsh joke about him being straight. She received a round of high-fives from the others as Okuyasu lost his balance. After hysterically laughing in the floor, he pulled himself back up into the seat, wiping tears from his eyes and fixing his hair. He naturally looks around the room, and on his way back to his starting point, something stopped him.

Josuke was staring straight at him, mouth slightly open and eyes glossed over. One hand was on the table, his head cocked slightly to the side as he rested his teeth on the side of his thumb. His round eyes were widened slightly, dark, well-kept eyebrows moving up and back down again. He closed his mouth and smiled. A millisecond later, the junior noticed he was looking. His shiny hair levitated as he snapped his neck to the side, pretending to have been looking around the room, but it was much too late. Okuyasu knew he was staring, but not what for.

"Why was he staring? Am I going to get hurt? What did I do?" He was suddenly confused and slightly terrified, which his friends caught on to quickly.

"Hey, what's wrong, Oku? You look like you're gonna be sick," Mikitaka asked from across the table, grabbing his hand.

"Josuke was just looking at me," he explained, his eyes widened, brows furrowed, and nose flared. "Not even like a quick look, he had to have been staring for a bit. And he has this smile on his face..."

"Ooh, your boyfriend is looking at you," Keicho teased. "Josuke and Okuyasu sitting in a tree-!"

"He is not my boyfriend, stupid. That will never, ever happen, not even in a million years," Okuyasu sighed, looking down and pressing his lips together. "He's too popular and pretty for me, plus he has a reputation as the school's resident fuckboy."

"Oh my god dude," Reimi whined. "I just watched the school's most sought-after guy drool over you for about 20 minutes before you caught him," she said, cocking his head matter-of-factly.

Okuyasu shook his head. "He's probably planning to murder me for taking the desk he had his feet on."

"No, bitch," she flicked his forehead, "Listen to me, just this one time. He was actually drooling, like a leaky faucet drooling."

"I just... don't think he has a thing for me. I'm pretty sure I saw him making out with Rohan the other day."

"Actually," Mikitaka interrupted, pointing his finger at the scared sophomore, "that's how he plays around with everyone in that group. I've heard Rohan has his eyes on someone, but I can't figure out who."

"But he flirts with everyone," Reimi added, throwing her hands up. "He was flirting with me the other day."

"I don't even know who's who," Okuyasu mumbled.

"I got you" Keicho lightly smacked his brother's arm. "You see the one with the purple shirt, green vest, and green hair? That's Rohan."

Okuyasu nodded, humming, and Keicho continued. "The girl with the blue uniform and really long black hair? That's Yukako. You know Josuke already, of course. Grey hair, green uniform? That's Koichi."

Okuyasu nodded again, looking back at his friends. "And what's the probability that any of them would try to hurt me?"

"None! How many times do I have to tell you? Shut up and eat," Reimi commanded.

Okuyasu only wanted to leave the school and go home, not be detoured. He wanted to escape that concrete prison and rush to the safety of his home to ensure that no one would be attacking him. It didn't matter what his friends said, Josuke and his friends were dangerous. He had heard especially nasty things about that Yukako girl.

Josuke, however, had a different plan for him. As the sophomore stepped out of the school building, the confident, stylish man beckoned him over with his finger. Okuyasu, once again terrified, complied and walked toward him. There was absolutely no point in acting. Even if he could hide the deer-in-headlights stare, his sudden lack of color, and full-body tremors, Josuke would see right through it.

"Hey, calm down bro, I promise I'm not here to hurt you... Unless you give me a reason in the future," the junior said gently, poking his elbow into Okuyasu's side with a chuff of laughter. "I just want to apologize for knocking you down earlier. I didn't mean to."

"I-It's okay," Okuyasu stuttered, shocked that Josuke, the Josuke, apologized to him, much less waited for him in the parking lot. "Thank you for helping me up."

To be honest, Okuyasu had no idea how he managed to even speak. Josuke looked like a piece of art to him. Like a statue that had been carved out of the finest marble, and then painted to absolute perfection. Not even Venus de Milo could compare to Josuke in his eyes. Okuyasu saw the older boy open his mouth to speak, and he hyper-focused on the way the older man's lips wrapped around each syllable. He had no idea what he said, the blood pumping in his veins sounded like crashing waves in his ear, harmonizing with the melodic lilt in Josuke's voice.

Nonetheless, he nodded with a soft, "Yeah."

"Then let's go," the junior said, offering his hand to aid Okuyasu in getting on the back of his motorcycle.

"Wait, what?"

"I asked if you were hungry. You said yes, so now we're going to eat somewhere."

"What? Why?"

"I want to get to know you better, and I'm apologizing for knocking you down," Josuke explained without skipping a beat. Okuyasu gave him a funny look, one that he couldn't quite describe, and he continued. "What, I can't be a normal guy for once?"

Okuyasu face flowered with a warm rose tint at the mere sight of the junior's sly smirk. "I just didn't think you were... that kind of person, no offence," he admitted as the older man helped him onto the bike. "Or that you would want to hang out with someone like me."

Josuke rolled his eyes and jumped onto the bike, plopping down right in front of Okuyasu and revving the engine.

"Shut up and hold tight, we're going for a ride." And with another devilishly handsome smirk at the younger, the motorcyclist tore out of the school parking lot, leaving behind exhaust fumes and Okuyasu's entire soul.

He never expected to have a mental breakdown on the back of a motorcycle. Truth be told, he never expected to get on the back of a motorcycle in the first place. Okuyasu doesn't really put his trust into personal vehicles. Yet here he is, close to tears and clutching onto Josuke so tightly he would find fingernail indentions in his chest and stomach when he goes to shower that night.

"Slow down!" Okuyasu cried, trying his best to be heard over the roaring engine.

The older let out a deep belly laugh. "We're not even going that fast! It's only 60," he said, barely audible although yelling.

" Only 60?!" Okuyasu screamed, pulling Josuke closer. The vehicle slowed as they reached the entrance of a quaint diner furnished with decor from the 80s. Okuyasu had his face buried in the older boy's back, arms in a death lock around his waist, and legs trembling on either side of Josuke's hips.

The junior parked the bike and offered his hand to help Okuyasu off the back.

"Holy fuck, I am never, ever, ever getting on a motorcycle with you again."

"Oh, but you will. How do you think you're gonna get home, hotshot?"

Well, fuck. Maybe he didn't think this through.

"I-"

"You won't. I'm gonna take you home, end of story," Josuke interrupted with a determined (and pleased) air about him. "Now get your ass into the diner."

Once they had ordered, Okuyasu sat down in front of the other at a booth, back to the door.

"You really don't have to-"

"But I want to," the junior said. "So, you're a sophomore, right?"

"Yeah, I am," Okuyasu was fidgeting with his napkin and sweating bullets.

"I've gotten word that you're some delinquent, but you must be a genius. You have an A in science, right?"

The obsidian-haired boy focused his field of vision on an old poster on the wall. "I am... not a genius, by any means, but yes, I have a good grade in science."

The waiter swung by their table, dropping their food off quickly.

"You," Josuke began as he shoved a large bite of pomegranate pancakes in his mouth, "are a genius."

Okuyasu shook his head and chuckled. "You," he said, taking a bite of his burger in attempt to playfully mock Josuke, "looked stupid doing that."

The junior couldn't stop himself from laughing. "Maybe I did," he said with a cocky tone. "Anyway, tell me about yourself."

The sophomore scratched the back of his neck, eyes darting back and forth against the vinyl print on the tables. "My fucking crush is asking me about myself," he thought.

"What do you want to know?"

"Anything you deem fit to tell me," Josuke quietly replied. The corners of his lips were upturned, and all his attention was on the man in front of him.

Okuyasu sighed as the realization set in that Josuke was interested in him, and especially in what he had to say. For the first time, he returned the gaze, no matter how nervous he was. "Well, I like reading, but I get made fun of for it sometimes. All of my friends do."

Josuke tensed his jaw, the muscle visibly rippling up his jawline. "Who?"

"Akira and his fucking goons."

"That'll stop soon," the older said, voice dripping with something Okuyasu couldn't decipher. Malice?

"But they've been doing it for years-"

"That'll stop soon. That's not a threat, that's a promise," Josuke repeated, the malice now obvious in his voice.

Okuyasu didn't understand. "Why do you want to help me? This is the first day we've ever spoken to one another."

"Listen, I think you're cool. My friends think you're nice. Honestly, we were talking at lunch and we'd love to meet your friends. You can come over to our table whenever you want to. Actually, we want you to every day, or at the very least twice a week. Akira and his dumbass worshippers bother you at lunch too, don't they?"

"And in every class," Okuyasu admitted, studying the linoleum floor tiles.

"Yeah, that settles it. You're coming to our table."

"But I-"

"No buts. I expect to see you and your friends at my table tomorrow and for the rest of the year," Josuke said, softly smiling.

Okuyasu watched as his crush smiled at him, as his eyes narrowed, his nose scrunched, and his teeth shined between his perfect lips. He could have fainted at the sight. Hell, he could have died happy right there. Josuke was so beautiful to him, no wonder everyone wants to get their hands on him. His shiny, perfectly gelled indigo hair curving up and away from his clear, shimmery skin, his vibrant, tropical blue eyes narrowed in happiness, his perfect nose wrinkled cutely, his lips stretched slightly over his teeth.

"Okuyasu? Are you okay? I'm sorry if I freaked you out, I just don't want you to get hurt. You don't have to sit-"

"Yeah, I'm okay, I just got distracted. I'll be there, I promise."

"Good, I was worried. Hey, can I ask you something?"

Okuyasu took a deep breath and nodded, preparing himself for the worst.

"I noticed you staring at me a lot in class today. Wh-"

"Oh!" The younger man checked his watch frantically. "Looks like my mom will be home at any minute, I better beat her there."

And even though it was the last thing Josuke wanted to do right then, he took Okuyasu home. The ride back was less stressful for Okuyasu, and Josuke, although not used to others riding with him, quite enjoyed the feeling of the sophomore's chest against his back. They rode in silence, and once they arrived, Josuke once again offered his hand to help the other off the motorcycle. The only words he could muster were, "See ya," with a clap against Okuyasu's back.

Okuyasu turned to jelly the second his door shut. This was going to be a long, long semester, but he still didn't mind because at the very least, he would be friends with Josuke.

The next day, as Okuyasu rushed out of his first class and into his second like usual, he spotted Josuke. His buff arm, covered with his silky, royal purple uniform jacket, laid across the back of an empty seat and a smirk lounged on his face, the junior nodded his head toward the chair when the sophomore walked in. Lifting his arm only when Okuyasu had sat down, Josuke turned toward him.

"You still sitting with us at lunch?"

"Yeah."

"Your friends too?" Okuyasu nodded.

"Good," Josuke said, barely audible over the old air system, just before their science teacher entered the room. All throughout the class period, Okuyasu did what he knew best; taking long, hard looks at Josuke while thoughts of them together ran through his head like a movie. Each second, another clip of their life appeared, one of them decorating a college dorm together, one of them buying a house, one of them dancing around the warmly-lit den, one of them finally seeing sleep after taking care of their kid, one of them cooking together in the kitchen, another one of them dancing. He adored every second spent looking at Josuke with his own eyes, simply because they're his, and that means the junior is locked into Okuyasu's brain now. Meanwhile, back in reality, they were given a worksheet and permission to work with partners, but because the junior is stubborn, he refused to work with anyone. No, he absolutely did not get what they were doing, he doesn't understand a single word on the page, and Okuyasu could tell. Halfway through the period, the junior felt someone tap his shoulder.

"Josuke, do you want to be partners with-?"

"No," the struggling student barked back angrily, irritated at himself for not understanding. He was glad Okuyasu wanted to help, and knew that he would be able to come to him for any question, even minor, but he was so angry at himself that his voice came out a threatening snarl. "What about after your classes? I can come to your house if I need to. I have nothing important to do and this topic is one that you really have to know," Okuyasu attempted to whisper, hoping to calm the older boy down. He assumed (for the most part) that he meant no harm toward him. Josuke flicked his blue eyes up at him, breathing a quick, "Whatever," and continuing to make no progress on the worksheet.

Okuyasu had finished with the assignment a few minutes beforehand. Although he was happy to help, it made him sad that Josuke seemed mad at him. What could he have done?

After class, Josuke casually walked out behind Okuyasu instead of with him. Their last two classes came and went, and the two boys shuffled toward the lunchroom, 5 meters from each other, the distance getting larger and larger because Okuyasu's legs were determined to find a way out of the tension created that morning. He should've waited and endured the slight awkwardness to walk in behind Josuke. He should have done anything but speed up. The fastest moving object on the field will always draw the attention of the predators. The second he stepped into the cafeteria, Akira was hovering over him.

"Hey faggot," the bully breathed down the back of the sophomore's neck. The anger began to bubble in his chest, but Okuyasu chose to say nothing and continued walking toward the table where his friends sat with Josuke and his.

"What, are you deaf too?" Against his better judgement, Okuyasu once again said nothing and moved faster. He had the right idea, but wrong choice. Akira forcefully grabbed his bookbag, yanking him backward. Okuyasu was trembling, but he wasn't sure if he was scared or infuriated. His eyes shut themselves automatically, and he braced himself for whatever the asshole planned to do with him. He heard the cackles and jeers from Akira's friends, and then it all stopped. Absolute silence. Okuyasu opened one eye, and Akira was sulking back to his table with his goons.

"What happened? Why did they just leave?" Okuyasu's head was spinning, until he spotted Josuke striding toward him.

"Come on, let's go eat," the junior said, walking past Okuyasu with a grimace. With no complaints, the sophomore made his way to the table where his friends sat talking to Josuke's. The funny thing about it, to him at least, was that they weren't getting made fun of for once. It was strange to him that the misfits were so welcomed by their school's version of the Plastics.

"Okuyasu!"

"H-Hey guys," he smiled sheepishly, giving them a half-hearted wave.

"Don't be nervous," Josuke whispered into Okuyasu's ear before turning to everyone, "They don't bite either, but Rohan might hit on you. He's a bit of a man-whore."

Okuyasu snickered to himself, sitting down between Rohan and Reimi.

Koichi laughed. "You guys look like you've seen a ghost! We're not going to hurt you."

"We're just not really used to being surrounded by popular kids who actually want to be friends with us, you know," Keicho explained.

"Better get used to it then," Josuke winked. "You guys roll with us now. And we mean it, even if you have to use us as scapegoats sometimes."

The entire lunch period passed without taunting from anyone, something that hasn't happened in years, and the group of misfits had never been more thankful. Words could not describe how grateful they were for the judgement-free haven they now had, and as it turns out, the popular kids are closer to the new additions than one would expect. Okuyasu beamed as Josuke talked about his fashion obsessions, raving about his favorite designers, and as Rohan told them all about his manga, letting them read parts of it before release. Each day, they sat there with the golden group, and each day, the bullies avoided them like the plague.

However, Josuke and his friends couldn't protect Okuyasu and his all the time. Different schedules, different buildings, and different paths were the group's worst enemy. Akira and his gang found them all by themselves a few weeks later during the last period of the day. The gym locker room had just emptied as other students left the school. It was much too easy. With his friends all pinned to the wall, Akira had no problem keeping Okuyasu on the floor, kicking him repeatedly. Even though the fury filled his chest, Okuyasu couldn't bring himself to get up and fight. Just as the senior lifted his foot to break Okuyasu's nose, the room seemed to fill with smoke. Keicho, Reimi, and Mikitaka were being forced to watch as Akira beat the life out of Okuyasu, and they would be forced to watch him stomp his face into the ground. Each time they tried to cry out, they were hit by one of Akira's goons. Okuyasu felt hopeless as he prepared himself for the final blow.

But the blow never came. Instead there was an indecipherable yell, the sound of skin against skin, and the sick crack of a bone breaking echoing throughout the dinghy locker room. Okuyasu's eyes shot open, taking in the sight of Akira on the floor and Josuke hovering over him. In one swift motion, Josuke pulled him up by his collar and pressed his forehead to the now trembling bully's.

"I thought I told you to leave them alone," Josuke snarled, a look on his face that Okuyasu hoped to never see again. "I did, didn't I?"

Silence, followed by another skin-against-skin slap and a crunch, this one much louder than the last. Akira yelped, not unlike a small animal being wounded.

"I asked you a question, dickhead. The best choice for you is to answer it."

"Yeah, but they're all faggots. They're disgusting, we don't need people like them in our school. You know you're embarrassing yourself for sticking up for scum like that."

"I don't give a fuck what you think they are. Your opinion only matters to your mindless zombie fucks. There's no reward for fucking you up. None. It's just necessary. You love to hurt people, but can't take it from others. Two punches and you're already cowering? What a fucking joke. If I see you near them again, I will not hesitate to put you in the hospital. Do you understand that?" Josuke threatened through his teeth, mere millimeters between them.

Akira nodded, fearing for his life at this point. The junior threw him back to the ground, a few feet from where he stood, walking out with the others in front of him.

Once outside the locker room, Josuke made sure the others were okay as they joined up with Rohan, Yukako, and Koichi. Josuke volunteered to clean Okuyasu up, as none of the others wanted to come in contact with blood.

"Hey man, are you guys okay? How long had you been in there before I showed up?"

Okuyasu pulled his hand away from his nose to check if it were still bleeding, and a crimson waterfall followed. "I really don't know," he sighed, pain and blood loss onset dizziness taking him over.

"Sit, I'll be back," Josuke said, running to grab wet paper towels. He returned with two handfuls, plopping himself down next to Okuyasu and beginning the cleanup process. Okuyasu tried to help, but Josuke slapped his hand away as he cleaned his face and clothes with a tender touch. Okuyasu began giggling, morphing into laughter. He couldn't stop himself, the situation was just so strange.

"What?"

"It's just that you-," he paused to laugh a little more, "you were just the scariest motherfucker alive and now you're cleaning me up like a mom!"

Josuke grinned, rolling his eyes. "Shut the fuck up and come on, Let’s get you home," he teased, helping Okuyasu out of the floor. By the time they had finished, the others had already left for home, so Josuke offered to take Okuyasu.

“Well I could go home, but I noticed you were struggling in science… Mind if I help you?”

“I’ve got it, I just… didn’t wanna do it at school, that’s all,” Josuke sighed, the pitch of his voice raising with each word.

“Josuke. Just let me help you dude,” Okuyasu grabbed his arm. “I know what you’re thinking, but if I didn’t want to, I wouldn’t offer.”

“Fine, if it’ll get you to shut up about it. Let’s go.”

Josuke unlocked his front door, letting Okuyasu in first.

"Sorry about the mess, I forgot to clean it up like Mom asked me to… Uhh, we can go back to my room if you'd like."

"Whatever is best for you," Okuyasu assured him, flashing a soft smile.

The indigo-haired man awkwardly ushered the younger boy into his room and shut the door.

“We can sit on the bed or the floor together, or one of us can sit at the desk and the other on the bed. Your pick.”

Okuyasu scanned the room, analyzing his options. “If he’s at the desk he’ll have somewhere to work. Floor together could be nice, but it might hurt after a bit… The bed… Us together on his bed? Would I be able to-?”

“Well? Which one? We have work to do,” Josuke said with a playful grin.

“We can sit on your bed, if that’s okay of course,” Okuyasu responded quietly.

“That’s perfect,” he sort of threw himself on his bed, straightened up, and patted the comforter. “Come on, I won’t bite.”

Okuyasu sat down next to the junior. He felt himself sink into the mattress because every single muscle in his body was rock solid. The two sat in a tense silence fog for what felt like an hour until the host spoke up.

"So... Science, yeah?"

"Yeah," the younger agreed, snapping out of his anxious haze. "Let's um... Get started."

The two spent hours working through Josuke’s questions, and Okuyasu kept his eyes on the other for the majority of the study session. He wasn’t even sure he was giving him the right answers, Josuke was just so easy to stare at.

“I wish I could kiss him... His lips look so soft. His nose is so cute, his eyes are so beaut-”

"Hey Okuyasu, quit zoning out and help me. I really don't wanna fail this class."

"S-Sorry, there’s a lot going on right now," he explained, and the two continued their work.

The sophomore's head spun as Josuke took him home. Just how much did he zone out? Still, with his chest against Josuke’s back, he couldn’t manage to construct a single thought. The ride was over sooner than he’d like.

"I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yeah, of course."

"Bye, Okuyasu."

"Goodbye, Josuke."

What was he going to do? Maybe he can get through the year without cracking, but the odds seem less and less in his favor with each passing second.

Josuke let Okuyasu into his house again, placing his backpack down in his room.

"Okuyasu Nijimura. Science. Let’s go."

"Yeah, yeah, yep, sorry," he rambled, snapping out of his obvious staring and frantically opening his binder.

"It's okay, I know you zone out sometimes, don't apologize," Josuke comforted him, blue eyes scanning his face from top to bottom, then making their way back up to his own eyes..

“He's being a lot nicer... That's strange. And what was that look? Am I going crazy??”

The black-eyed boy half-smiled as he began re-teaching the junior what they had learned that day.

The next day came and went, and once again, Okuyasu was walking into Josuke’s house. Confidently, this time. They sat and went over the same chapter in their textbook for an hour, and Okuyasu asked Josuke to do a problem related to the chapter. He attempted it for a full minute, before he got frustrated. He threw his binder on the floor and placed his face into his hands.

"I don't fucking get it! Why can't I do a simple problem?"

"Hey, Josuke, it’s oka-"

"No! No, it isn't okay! If I can't get my shit together, I'm gonna fail! But of course, you wouldn't know how that feels," the junior snarled.

"I understand, but you-"

"Listen, if all you're going to do is tell me to calm down and stare at me, you can leave! I don't want you if you can't do anything but stand there and stare like you have for the past two FUCKING DAYS!"

"Josuke," Okuyasu growled, grabbing his collar and pulling him forward to get in his face. "I’m not here to tell you to calm down. If you would fucking listen to me, I'm trying to tell you that I won’t let you fail. Do you understand that? I know exactly how it feels to fail. I fail tests all the time. I am just here to help you."

Josuke took a long, heavy breath. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap like that. I'm just.... so overwhelmed and I-"

"It’s okay, Josuke. Don’t apologize. We can take a break if you’d like."

"Yeah, I wanna take a break."

They moved to the kitchen and grabbed a soda as they gave their brains time off.

"I know it doesn’t seem like it, but you’ve been getting better."

"I have?"

"Yeah! You haven’t noticed?"

"No, not really..."

"Well, you have," Okuyasu told the older boy. Josuke only smiled and patted Okuyasu on the back, glad that he thought he had improved.

Yet another school day comes to an end, and Okuyasu was walking into Josuke’s house for their antepenultimate tutoring session. For some reason, it makes his heart hurt. The sophomore had noticed that the junior was being nicer toward him each day, and he couldn't figure out why. Maybe it’s because he’s helping his grades?

The session went by quickly, as Josuke barreled through all the problems Okuyasu threw at him. At this point, Okuyasu could safely say that he and Josuke were friends, and might even dare to say that the older man actually liked having him around. He was just glad to be spending time with him, even if it wasn't the way he wanted it to be.

It was another normally planned day, and Okuyasu was in Josuke’s living room, helping him with his science homework. Neither of them could focus, Okuyasu thinking about the junior, and Josuke thinking of absolutely nothing.

"Hey, Josuke?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"If it’s science, fuck no. If not, sure," the junior said, staring at Okuyasu intently.

"Why have you started being so nice to me? You’ve been really nice lately, it’s kinda throwing me off."

"I- Uh..."

"Josuke? You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

"It's okay, I'll tell you, just don't laugh."

"I won’t laugh. Pinky promise," he grinned, sticking his pinky out.

The junior took a large, shaky breath and reached for Okuyasu’s outstretched pinky, but instead of interlocking and letting go, he held onto it. His eyes locked onto their hands as he contemplated telling the other. Finally, he looked up, and straight into Okuyasu’s soul, before flicking his eyes back onto their hands.

"The truth is that I've sort of developed a crush on you. You're so kind and smart and funny and I couldn't help falling for you,” he began as he played with Okuyasu’s fingers absentmindedly, staring at the same freckle on his skin the entire time.

“You're beautiful, by far the most handsome man I've ever seen. I know I act like you get on my nerves sometimes, but to be honest, I like being with you because you get me. If I talked to anyone else about the things I talk to you about, they'd think I was crazy or an awful person. But not you. You just laugh, and make me feel less alone. We get each other, I like to think. I hope you know how happy that makes me. I really like you, Okuyasu. I like you a whole fucking lot. You make me feel like I could do anything. I just... wanted you to know that." Josuke sat silently, waiting to get rejected. He waited and waited, but nothing ever came. So he started rambling.

“I still want to be friends even if you don’t feel the same, I honestly don’t expect you to, I don’t know why I said that, please forget about that-”

A hundred thoughts ran through Okuyasu’s head at the same time, before one pushed through and sat at the front. “Kiss him.”

He hesitated, staring at the rambling man. Suddenly, he grabbed Josuke’s face and swiftly, but gently, placed his lips onto the latter's in an attempt to show him how he feels. The junior's eyes widened before he realized what happened, kissing back with ease. His hand slipped into Okuyasu’s black and grey hair, and the sophomore's hand rested on Josuke’s face, pulling him closer. Okuyasu pulled back some time later, pressing his forehead against Josuke’s and smiling.

"Don't do that."

"Don’t do what?"

"Don't smile like that," Josuke muttered. "You're making my heart hurt, and if someone else sees you smiling like that..."

Okuyasu kissed his nose. "They’ll what?"

"They might snatch you up and make you theirs before I can."

“Impossible."

"No it isn't," Josuke contradicted, slightly shaking his head.

"Now that I know you feel the same as I do, how can someone else make me theirs if I’m already yours?"

Josuke went silent, his face burning and a smile pushing its way through his usual frown.

"Oku?"

"Y-Yeah?" The black-haired boy was stammering at the sudden nickname. He loved how it rolled off the other’s tongue.

"You don't have to if you don't want to, but do you maybe wanna... Wanna be my boyfriend?"

"Mmh, I don't know, Suke," the sophomore said, startling him with his own new nickname. "Do you maybe wanna be my boyfriend?"

"Only if you wanna be mine," the junior said with a laugh.

"There is nothing that I want more than to be yours."

Josuke couldn't help but giggle. He felt like a teenage girl getting complimented, but he just really had something for Okuyasu. He had never thought he would feel this way about someone. And oh, was he glad that Okuyasu felt the same. He wrapped his arms around the younger, hugging him as if the world was about to collapse. As they embraced, Josuke realized never thought he'd find a guy like Okuyasu, especially not one that liked him for who he was instead of simply his looks. Okuyasu had seen him happy, frustrated, and royally pissed off. But here he is, with the boyfriend of his dreams, and he couldn't be happier.

Tomorrow is test day, and both men were extremely nervous, even after having finished their studying for the day.

"So, how do you feel about the test?"

"I think I'm gonna do well," the junior sighed.

"We could watch a movie in celebration," Okuyasu suggested, getting a nod of approval from the older boy.

Josuke tossed the remote to Okuyasu and sank back into the couch, watching his lover from afar. Once the younger had picked something, he sat back down and, like clockwork, the junior fell into his arms. It was almost comical how Josuke could punch a kid and break his nose with no remorse, but had to be cuddled by his boyfriend. Okuyasu placed his arms securely around Josuke’s torso, sighing contentedly. He brought his head down, kissing him. His black bangs hung down, tickling the junior's neck. His nose grazed his lover's chin, his lips sat on top of the junior's, curved into a smile. He had fallen hard, so very hard, for the boy lying on his chest. For the boy who’s held above everyone else by the school, save for him. For the boy who acts big and bad, but just wants love. For the boy named Josuke.

Reluctantly pulling his lips off his lover's, Okuyasu sat up. He stared at Josuke for a second as the older shifted to the other end of the couch. He followed, flashing a love-drunk grin, and crawled into the space between the junior and the couch, pulling the older boy as close to him as possible. Once again, he connected their lips.

"I like you a lot, Suke," Okuyasu whispered in between kisses.

"I think I might like you more, Oku," Josuke responded, smiling and kissing the sophomore once again.

"You know you can kiss me anytime you want, right?" The black-eyed boy asked the other. "I don’t mind, you're beautiful and I like you."

"I'll keep that in mind."

One kiss became five. Five became ten. Ten became fifteen. Fifteen became twenty. Twenty kisses, and Josuke was absolutely breathless. He was melting in Okuyasu’s hands, ice cream on a sunny, scorching, sticky summer's day. With all that he had left in him, he deepened the kiss. Okuyasu responded quickly, changing his pace. He moved his left hand from the side of Josuke’s face to the nape of his neck, tangling his fingers in his deep indigo hair and pulling him closer. His right hand left its place on the tawny couch cushion to rest on the older’s hip.

As the minutes fly, their kiss becomes something more. In an almost animalistic show of affection, Okuyasu had Josuke pinned to the couch, and was planting swift, open-mouthed kisses down the boy's neck. His intention was to rile the older boy up, and that is exactly what he did. Just as Josuke had begun running his fingers through the younger's ebony hair, a phone went off. The two nearly jumped out of their skins, and both instinctually looked toward the coffee table, sighing agitatedly at the sight of Okuyasu’s bright phone screen reading, "Text from Mom." He removed himself from above the junior, grabbing his phone and opening the message.

"Goddamn it, Mom, why now?"

"What is it?"

"My mom is telling me to come home," Okuyasu said with a frown.

Josuke sat up. “But you’re a grown man, can’t you tell her no?”

“Fuck no, she pays for my tuition.”

Josuke pressed his lips together. "Oh, well I could bring you home, if you'd like?"

"Yeah, I would like that."

Okuyasu hopped off the back of Josuke’s motorcycle, placing a quick, but nonetheless passionate kiss on his lips before walking up to his door.

"Bye! Please text me when you get home. Thanks for driving me!"

"Anything for you, and of course I will. Bye, Oku," Josuke said affectionately, waiting until he was inside the house before driving off.

Today is the day. Josuke clutched his pencil, knuckles white. The science exam was insanely hard for him, even though he had studied with Okuyasu for a month. Okuyasu . That's why it's tough.

“All I can think about is Okuyasu... His eyes, his smile, his voice, his- Stop it. Stop it Josuke, pull yourself together.” The junior inhaled deeply. “I've got this.”

Once he had answered the first question, everything fell into place. He was the first to finish, with Okuyasu right after. Once they returned to their seats, the sophomore slipped the older a piece of paper.

How did you do?

Josuke grinned and wrote his response.

I think I did good. What about you?

I’m pretty sure I did well.

Good. If I pass, I'll never be able to repay you.

You do not have to. <3

"You two! Yes, you guys! Are you passing notes?"

"No sir," Okuyasu lied, round eyes ready to guilt trip their professor.

"Then what were you doing?"

Ding! Ding! Ding!

The raven haired boy jumped up, grabbing the older's hand in excitement. They're getting their tests back, hopefully to see their hard work pay off. The teacher handed Josuke his test, and then gave Okuyasu his. The two boys left the classroom, and outside in the hall, they looked at their scores.

"What'd you make?"

"Hundred," Okuyasu laughed. "And you?"

Josuke beamed, quickly turning the paper to show the other. "One fucking hundred! Thank you so much, Oku," he exclaimed, pulling the younger in for a hug enthusiastically.

“I need to repay you."

“No you don’t-!”

“Just let me!”

Okuyasu rolled his eyes. “Fine.”

"Twelfth floor library bathroom, right after classes end," the junior said with a smirk.

Okuyasu thought for a second, and then shook his head. "I thought we were meeting up with the others after school?"

"It’ll be quick."

Okuyasu knocked on Koichi’s door at 4:50, about 40 minutes after they were supposed to be at his house. Both of them looked disheveled, hair sticking up, clothes wrinkled, and some red spots on each boy's neck.

The door swung open. "Where were you guys?"

"Sorry, I was busy doing stuff," Josuke said as he walked in.

Okuyasu chuckled lowly from behind him. "I'm stuff," he whispered as he entered the house.

Yukako giggled. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

The others cheered when they entered into the living room.

"Party time!" Mikitaka cheered, pulling out his phone. "We're playing truth or dare! I'll go first. Rohan, truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to tell us who you like."

"Fuck you," he sighed. "I like the student teacher in my biology class... Happy?"

Yukako smiled. "I don't know if he is," she started, dragging out her words. "But I am! I just won a bet," she giggled, winking.

"Damn it," MIkitaka whined.

"I'd like my $200 now. You heard the man, he said he has the hots for Mr. Kujo. No questions," she stated.

"Okay, fine," he groaned, reluctantly pulling a wad of cash from his jacket pocket.

“What the fuck guys? You betted on if I liked the student teacher?” Rohan stared at the two in disbelief as they happily nodded. He gave them a nasty look before continuing the game. "Okuyasu, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Why were you and Josuke late?"

"I was busy getting fucked in the library bathroom," he smirked.

Josuke screeched in embarrassment, hands flying to his face. "You were not supposed to tell them that! The plan was to say we had ‘bro bonding’ time dude!"

"Oh my god, I didn't need to know that," Reimi complained, shutting her eyes and grimacing in disgust.

The room finally calmed down again five minutes later, and Okuyasu said, "Yukako, truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to tell us the most horrible thing you've ever done."

"I put laxative powder in my 5th grade teacher's coffee every day because she told me to redo a project I had done in the beginning of the year. One day she was teaching and shit herself in front of the class, and everyone but her knew it was because of me," she said, hysterically laughing.

"Damn, that's cold," Koichi said, laughing. “I can’t believe you never told me about that!”

“I love being a bitch,” she giggled. "Ummm, Josuke! Truth or dare?"

"Truth," Josuke said quietly, unsure of his choice.

"Who topped, you or Okuyasu?"

Josuke paused, waiting for Okuyasu’s answer. He was completely flustered.

“I don't want them to know that I'm not a-!”

"He topped," Okuyasu answered for his boyfriend, smirking.

“Well, fuck.”

Rohan gasped. " YOU bottomed?"

"Hell yeah I did. Pretty boy couldn't bottom if he wanted to. He was loud, too."

"GOD, OKUYASU! " Josuke shrieked, eyes wide and face crimson red.

"Sounded kinda like that," the younger added, laughing.

"I'm going to kill you later. I’ve watched enough television to know how to hide your body." Josuke rolled his sharp blue eyes. "Any fucking way, I vote we play a different game.”

For hours, the group played party games, and once it got late, they all laid down and talked until they fell asleep.

The end of the year was upon the group, and it was finally the night of spring formal

Okuyasu was absolutely terrified. What if he didn't look good enough? What if Josuke ditched him? What if Akira got him alone again? What if-?

"Okuyasu! Josuke’s here," his mom yelled from downstairs. He straightened his navy blue suit jacket, making sure that his silky hair was in place. He almost ran down the stairs, and when he reached the bottom, his mouth hung open in awe. There stood Josuke in a royal purple suit, a hint of makeup dusted over his face. His indigo hair wasn’t styled how he normally would have. Tonight, he wore it down, shoulder length locks shining in the light, albeit a little messy. He grinned at Okuyasu with that stupid smile that he adored.

"You look beautiful," the sophomore whispered, walking toward his boyfriend. "Can I... Can I kiss you?"

Josuke nodded, blushing, and Okuyasu gently placed his lips on the other man's.

"This one's going on facebook!"

"Mom!"

"Alright you two, have fun, don't do anything you'll regret! Also, Josuke, if you'd like to stay here with him after prom, I'd be more than happy to let you," the black-eyed boy's mom said with a smile.

"Thank you!"

"It's no problem. I’ll be gone when you get back but I should be back in the morning with breakfast! Bye boys!"

Josuke stepped outside, hand in hand with Okuyasu. He helped his boyfriend onto his motorcycle for what felt like the five-hundredth time this semester, then pulled himself up. The junior kissed the other over his shoulder before starting the vehicle and driving off. After eating, the two boys pulled up at the building where prom was being held, along with their friends. The dates, with their fingers laced together, walked inside the building, and people began to go silent. Their classmates couldn't believe their eyes.

"Josuke? You're here with Okuyasu?"

"I sure am," the junior bragged, kissing his date’s cheek. The night went by so quickly, one minute, the two were attempting to teach Koichi and Yukako how to dance, and the next, Josuke was slow-dancing with Okuyasu, their foreheads pressed together, and smiles playing on their lips.

"You know, I think I love you, Suke. I really do."

“I think that I love you too, Oku."

The night sadly came to an end, and everyone went their own ways. Josuke took a quick detour to his house to get clothes, and then he brought Okuyasu home. Okuyasu turned to look at Josuke as they closed the door behind them. "Hey, now that we have the house to ourselves, we could-" "There's no ‘we could.’ We are ," the junior stated, kissing the other suddenly.

Chirp! Chirp!

"Fuck those stupid ass fucking ass birds man," Josuke groaned, burying his face in the base of Okuyasu’s neck.

The sophomore laughed, half awake. "Fuck you too."

Like lightning, the junior popped his head up. "Been there, done that." Okuyasu grinned, planting a kiss on the older boy's lips. It was a long, sweet kiss, and both boys loved every second of it. "I think we need to put some clothes on, Suke."

"If you can even get up."

"Hey!" Okuyasu smacked him with a pillow. "You're not that big," he reasoned, attempting to stand up, only to wince and sit back down.

" Oh, you're not that big! Pfft, Josuke isn't big!" He mocked. "Who's not big now, hmm?"

"Please just shut your fat fucking mouth and help me up. This is your fault anyway," Okuyasu said, slightly annoyed and more than embarrassed. After Josuke had helped him up, they got themselves dressed and headed into the kitchen, where the sophomore's mom was making breakfast.

"Morning boys! How'd you sleep?"

"Good," they simultaneously answered.

"Good, good," the woman said, turning around. "Are you boys planning on going anywhere today?"

"Yeah, I'm going to take Okuyasu to the mall and stuff," Josuke said, smiling at her.

The black haired woman smiled. "Then you may want to cover that hickey up, sweetheart."

Okuyasu flushed. "I-"

"It's okay, I knew that you two probably made out at prom."

He nodded and his mom smiled warmly at the two boys. The junior was in awe, but he just kept his mouth shut. After breakfast, the boys showered and put on some nicer clothes, bid Okuyasu’s mom goodbye, and walked out the door, jumping onto the motorcycle. They spent the entire day together, and honestly, it was the happiest either of them had ever been. Okuyasu stole kisses throughout the day, often catching Josuke off guard. Hopefully every day will be like this for the rest of their lives. Josuke was so thankful that he knocked Okuyasu over that day. If he hadn't, he would have never talked to him.

"Josuke?"

"Yeah?"

"You're so beautiful," Okuyasu whispered, gazing at his boyfriend. The sun was cascading off his hair and skin perfectly, causing him to glow.

"W-What?"

"You're beautiful."

"Shut up, Oku."

"You're so pretty," the younger marveled.

"Shut up!”

Okuyasu wrapped his arms around Josuke, kissing him quickly before talking.

"I love you, you fucking jerk," he said with a smile.

"I love you too, you fucking idiot," the junior couldn't help but laugh. He had Okuyasu wrapped around his finger, and vice versa.

At that moment, everything else didn't matter. There was nothing more important to them than the boy sitting in front of them. It was just them, and only them. It was just them, and that's how they hoped it would stay forever.

"some people are so bitter

to them you must be kindest" -rupi kaur, "milk and honey"

#josuyasu #josuke x okuyasu #jjba #jjba fanfic #fanfiction #fluff #just a little tiny bit of angst

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Captive 15/?

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Reader

Summary: Kidnapped and experimented on by Umbrella, the only thing you wanted so desperately was to finally be free.

Warnings: NSFW smexiness towards the end of the chapter

Unlocking the front door, you pushed into Leon’s dark house with a sigh as your shoulders slumped. After locking the door, you rolled your shoulders trying to ease the tension in the sore muscles. You had your guard up after reading the note, knowing if Garcia could sneak into your hotel room, then there was no telling where he could show up.

What a day…

This was the first failed mission, and everything seemed off ever since stepping foot off the jet.

After showering the day’s frustration away, you slipped on one of Leon’s borrowed shirts and sat on the couch. Images flew through your mind as you tried to take it all in.

Hours passed as you laid down on your back, staring blankly out the window. The bright moon that cast shadows through the living room had retreated behind several large clouds, making the shadows disappear and leaving you all alone with your wandering mind.

Thunder roared in the distance as the wind made the branches of the large oak tree dance against the window, and you made note to trim them before they damaged the house.

The piercing alarm startled you from your thoughts, making you grumble out as you turned it off.

It was Saturday and you weren’t supposed to work, but Wilson had called a meeting with your unit, wanting a recap of everything that happened. Not that you mind if it meant you didn’t have to write a report for the mission.

Reports were a pain in the ass to write. The first time you wrote one, Wilson had hunted you down to make you rewrite it because you didn’t provide enough information the first time. Ever since then, you’ve made sure to include every little—not important—detail to make sure it was up to his standards.

You were out the door after having a small breakfast, running for the taxi that waited in the driveway. Wilson didn’t look too pleased when you entered the board room.

“You’re late.” He greeted once you sat down, “some of us like to keep a schedule, Y/N.”

“I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.” You murmured as you stared down at the desk in shame.

“See that it doesn’t.” Wilson retorted before grabbing a stack of folders and passing them to everyone.

“Alright, so let’s start at the top then, shall we?”

The meeting seemed to last forever as Wilson made everyone repeat what they did during the mission over and over again. Once he was finally satisfied that he sucked every ounce of information he could, he made sure to remind everyone to write a detailed report.

You sat in the board room long after everyone had finished their reports as you contemplated whether or not you should mention the note you had found. You hadn’t told anyone about it, not wanting anyone to worry.

Besides, what if it wasn’t from Garcia?

You decided to keep the note a secret for a while longer, just so that you could make sure your hunch was right.

“Done?” Wilson looked up from his laptop as you held out the folder to him.

“Yeah.”

“Then get out of my sight,” he grabbed the folder and placed it with the others, “I’ll see you Monday.

The day flew by as you cleaned around the house, wanting to make everything nice and neat for Leon so he could relax once he returned from his mission. You were putting away the cleaning supplies when you heard the front door open.

Shutting the hall closet door, you all but ran to the entrance, eyes lighting up as you spotted Leon pulling off his muddy boots and placed them next to your sneakers by the door.

“Welcome home!” You greeted, standing by the staircase with a bright smile.

He did a double take; cheeks slightly red. “Thank you.”

Taking in his appearance, your eyes scanned the mud that was smeared on his jaw down to the side of his neck as if he was clumsily grabbed from the side. His black shirt was torn at the collar under the mud on his neck, and his black jeans were wet and muddy.

“If you think I look bad then you should see the other guy.” He chuckled as he noticed your stare.

“Oh, no, no!” You waved your hands, “you look really good, I promise!”

The red on his cheeks grew as he smirked at you, “oh, yeah?”

Your body stiffened as you realized what you said, “y—you know what I mean…”

“Do I?”

Your heart hammered against your chest as its rushed beating reached your ears. You stood rigidly, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

“Did I break you?” Leon teased, tilting his head to the side as his eyes locked on yours.

Why am I panicking?

“Y/N?”

“I…I…” Your hands flew up to cover your eyes, can I just crawl under a rock and die?

Something wrapped around your wrist, startling you. Before you could blink, Leon had you in his arms, rocking on one foot to the other as he patted your back.

“You know,” he leaned down to whisper in your ear, “If I get a reaction like that every time, then I’ll never stop teasing you~”

Shivering as his breath caressed your skin, you could feel the heat rush to your face at his words. “So mean…”

You could feel his smirk as he pulled away, “although I don't want to let you go, I still need to shower.”

He quickly turned away before you were able to ask him what he meant.

“Wait—” You called after him, but he was already gone.

Swallowing thickly, you walked over to the living room and glanced out the window. The rain had died down to a sprinkle as the drops peppered the window, leaving tiny watery dots that streaked downwards on the clear glass.

I wonder if it’ll rain tomorrow…

You started dinner while Leon finished his shower. He was coming downstairs running a towel through his hair as you closed the oven and placed the pan onto the counter.

“That smells amazing.” He moaned, throwing the towel into a hamper near the staircase.

Your cheeks lit up at the sound, but you tried to brush it off, blaming the heat of the oven for any redness that lingered on your face. Leon shook his head and chuckled as he stood next to you, reaching up to open the cupboard to pull out the plates.

You made sure everything was cooked thoroughly as you inhaled the delightful scent of fresh ingredients. Leon made the table as you brought the pan over, setting it down in the middle of the table.

He was already seated, waiting patiently with wide and hungry eyes before ravaging the food. He shoveled the food into his mouth, and you had to fight not to choke on your own food as you laughed at his childish behavior.

After dinner, you put away any food that was left over into the fridge while Leon washed the dishes. The evening was nice and quiet, and you were finally able to relax.

Not sleeping the night before started taking its toll on you as your exhausted body slumped down onto the couch. Leon shut the lights off in the kitchen before flopping onto his couch with a deep sigh.

“It feels so good to be home.”

“It was too quiet with you gone.” You pull the blanket over you and laid down.

“So, you were lonely while I was away?” You could hear the smirk in his tone.

“No, nope, not at all, incorrect.”

“Ow, my feelings.” He laughed.

Comfortable silence settled around as you turned onto your side, “maybe a little bit…” You whispered.

He didn’t respond as you slowly fell into a deep sleep.

You sat alone in the morning, wiping the sleep from your eyes. Leon went to finish his report before Wilson hunted him down.

Shaking your head, you grabbed the jacket you had borrowed and went out the back door. Leon’s house was up on a hill that allowed for beautiful sunset viewing. He had a decently sized front yard and a large back yard. The front was pretty empty, no decorations, no furniture, nothing.

The back yard had a couple of chairs that could lay back with a grill sitting close by. A large in-ground pool took up the middle of the back yard, it still had its winter cover on.

Trees surrounded the house and yard, some were still bare from the recent winter, some had leaves, and some were evergreen. It was certainly picturesque.

The wind was blowing furiously, picking up your hair and dancing through your strands as you sat in one of the chairs. Birds chirped as they descend to the ground in search of worms, while others gathered small twigs and blades of grass to make a nest.

A male cardinal caught your attention as it landed next to a female cardinal. Your lips curled into a smile as you watched the male strut by the female until she looked over at him and flew away.

“Don’t give up, little buddy.” You murmured words of encouragement to the bright red male, “go get your girl.”

The male followed the female into the forest, and your gaze went skyward. The clouds flew by quickly, showing how strong the wind was as it pushed them forward. Dark gray clouds stood out in the far distance as they quickly headed your way.

“Another rainy day, it seems.” You sighed and relaxed back into the chair. You followed the different patterns of the clouds until your heavy eyelids slowly closed.

Light brushing against your hand stirred you from your sleep. You could hear someone breathing deeply next to your ear before the sound traveled south, stopping at your neck where something warm pressed against your skin.

“That feels amazing.” You moaned out, stretching your neck to grant the person more access.

A hard chest pressed against your own, making butterflies flutter around your stomach. The person sucked your sensitive flesh almost painfully before kissing over the mark they surely made. A hand pushed your shirt up, running their fingers over your abdomen.

Something hard poked against your thigh as lips pressed against yours hungrily. The hand on your stomach snuck underneath your shorts, finding your sweet spot.

“Ah~” You moaned, hips jutting upwards on their own.

“Already so wet, and I just started.” The person murmured against your lips, “so fucking good to me.”

The familiar voice sent tingles through your body, amplified when you felt a single digit enter you and curling upward, brushing against a bundle of nerves.

“T—There!” You whined as a pressure started to build within your stomach.

“Fuck,” he growled out, “you’re so beautiful.”

He went back to pepper your neck with his marks as he added another finger inside you. The friction of his thumb on your clit paired with the intrusion of his fingers worked you for all you’re worth. The pressure continued to build up, like a dam ready to burst.

You were about to climax when his fingers came to a stop, making the pressure linger for a moment before slowly retreating. Eyes still closed, you turned toward him, “why did you—”

His fingers resumed their ministrations as he chuckled darkly, “I told you I’d never stop teasing you.” He kissed the shell of your ear, “even when I have you like this…”

The pressure from before built up again, taking you right to the top. “I—I’m—”

“Cum for me, sweetheart.” He purred, “I wanna hear you.”

White stars danced around your closed eyelids as you came undone, your chest grew warm while arching your back, and your legs spasmed at the pleasure that washed over you. “Leon~”

He sucked in a breath as he listened, “such a good girl.”

You settled back into the chair, stretching your legs out.

“My good girl.”

A cold drop hit your forehead, waking you with a start.

You were still outside in the chair; the dark clouds were over you as the sprinkle quickly turned into a pour. You were soaked within minutes as you looked around, still alone.

W…Was that a dream?

It had all felt too real. His breaths, his words, his touches. You could even feel the wetness from your orgasm.

Did I really have a wet dream? What am I, a teenaged boy?

An ache settled within your heart, “damn.”

“Y/N?”

Standing, you turned in time for Leon to embrace you, squeezing your cold body close to his warmth. “I’ve been calling your name,” he shouted over the rain, “what the hell are you doing out here?”

He pulled away, grabbing your hand and pulling you toward the back door.

“How long have you been out there?” He leaned into you to grab the handle and close the door behind you.

“No idea,” you swallowed, “I fell asleep.”

He ran out of your sight before returning with a few towels and placing them on the table next to you. “You need to change, or you’ll get sick.”

You nodded, letting him pull your arms out of the sleeves before pulling the jacket over your head. His eyes stared at your chest where your hard nipples showed through the fabric.

He swallowed thickly before grabbing a towel and running it through your wet hair. The towel blocked his view of your bright red face.

“Hey, are you okay?” He inquired, moving the towel down to the ends of your hair.

“Y—Yeah,” you croaked.

Leon leaned into you once again to wrap the towel around your body, but he suddenly froze once something hard brushed against you. He quickly pulled back after wrapping you in the towel.

“I, uh, just got done training and I,” he swallowed as he turned around, “need a shower. Yeah, a cold, cold, shower.”

He left you standing there, red-faced and breathing heavily.

#leon scott kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy #leon s kennedy x reader #resident evil #leon scott kennedy

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