#ch: wild cat size

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#cat size #suzi quatro #quatro #ref: stand #ch: wild cat size #ch 11 #ch 11 - the hustle part 2

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. //ALL BOYS | hybrid au.

ch: cat hybrids!gojo satoru, okkotsu yuuta, ryomen sukuna, choso; dog hybrids!geto suguru, itadori yuji, fushiguro megumi, fushiguro toji; snake hybrid!naoya zenin; dolphin hybrid!inumaki toge; parrot hybrid!mahito; fox hybrids!nanami kento, noritoshi kamo.

cw: concept of hybrids; heat/rut.

tw: breeding kink; hickeys/bites; overstimulation/overexcitement; somnophilia; maybe they all have some yandere-isms; delaying orgasm; multiple orgasms; naoya is as scummy as ever; voyeurism; maybe!non-con; rough sex; who even reads tags; cunnilingus; slit play; submissive!inumaki, yuji; mirror sex; is big dick a warning? big dicks; creampie; pour yourself a warm cuppa, don't be like author; dirty talk; tender sex; size difference.

cw: 6.6k

GETŌ SUGURU

Geto is a nice guy, he won't push you over the top excessively, well able to handle the rut on his own. But it's so boring! In fact, you might not even notice how more and more translucent, wet smudges appear on your mattress every night. He'll even go so far as to use your thighs to recreate the illusion that he's fucking you when the sheets and his hand are no longer enough for self-satisfaction.

Oh, he clearly understands where the boundaries are, firm and unconditional. It's unlikely you'll realize there's something wrong with him before it's too late to do anything about it - he's already struggling to contain himself throughout the day, patiently waiting for the moment when he can touch you with impunity, but if his overall arousal rises even the slightest bit, he'll just short-circuit.

Not in the sense of nonstop, wild fucking - nope, really; his affection and the sweet desire that had overwhelmed him would come out in one solid, warm lump. He'll literally cling to you - he'll wallow in bed with you, wrapped in the sheets, cradling you and sucking on your shoulders and neck, needing attention and stubbornly ignoring your pleas for it to stop, he might even growl at you if you try to break free of his grip. Even though you won't succeed without it - Suguru will still get rougher with you if you offer any resistance. But even so, you probably won't be able to figure out what's exactly going on with him - it's more like a typical bout of tenderness, which he gets quite often because he loves you.

From now on, anything he's done in secret before will no longer be. And you're gonna have to accept that - you should know by now what a piece of shit he really is. This man will do the same thing to you, only now and when you're awake. Oh, don't worry, he won't touch you unless you beg for it. And you will. He likes the way you taste. You can be sure he won't disappoint you; his nimble, harsh tongue sure is capable of a lot - how long do you think he will let you go? I hope you know that his stamina increases a lot during the rut.

You'll probably wake up one day to the unearthly sensation of his tongue in your hole as Suguru moans into your pussy, obviously touching himself down there, making you cum for the umpteenth time in a row. Or from the way he, decides to take advantage of your hips while you sleep peacefully in the, now shared, bed. Sly dark eyes look completely innocent - like he's picking out a bun for his breakfast - oh, baby, he's not doing anything wrong, so you don't have to forgive him!

"Nah, nah, nah, calm down, honey. It's no big deal." Someday, that sly squint will drive you crazy.

GOJŌ SATORU

An already very insolent creature turns into an absolute asshole whose meanness is elevated to an absolute. Oh, do you really want to trade him in for your useless, boring job? Sweetie, you're so naive to believe he'll let you out of bed for a couple hours. You'd better take the weekends off, for the duration of his rut, because he won't be thinking about secondary things like your general busyness. When mating season starts - all you have to worry is him. Your only concern, to whom you'll have to give all your free (and not) time, one way or another.

This guy remains a teaser even when he himself is panting with desire. He has the stamina, frankly, to taunt you despite his aching cock, even in moments of complete shutdown of any self-consciousness - it's like his second nature. One of his favorite tricks is to pump you as much as he can into you, making sure your eyes roll back as hard as they can and your throat makes those sweet sounds of pleasure just for him, turning your poor, already fucked-up brain into a fucking mess.

Gojo always demands a lot of your attention, but then again, almost all of the unpleasant aspects of his personality are more pronounced when mating season begins. His favorite thing to do during this time is to make you almost cry with pleasure while you squeeze his cock so sweetly. His stamina on such days is just off the charts, if on normal days you passed out from overexcitement and fatigue, what do you think will happen then when he wants to fuck you for hours on end? Nothing good, that's for sure. It'll be a half dream and half vision for you - you might pass out during the process and then suddenly start screaming, probably from the pain in your tortured pussy when you wake up - if he's already on instinct, he'll cum in you over and over again, squeezing your thighs until he passes out, or until the obsession wears off.

Satoru even can help you take a shower, though he has a negative attitude toward it, rather than a tolerant one. In fact, you really need his help, because even standing up afterwards can be a bit difficult. I strongly recommend not to refuse it - during his animal outbursts, you better not argue with him (yes, he cares about you purely on instinct). A man will prefer you to complain less and listen to him more - even if all he can utter is inarticulate mooing and scraps of simple words, which is highly expected at the peak of his rut. Along with that, he's soothed by the sound of your voice-even if sometimes his brains are so cluttered that he has no idea what you're saying, able to recognize only intonation and subtly sensing any change in your speech.

"Mm, sweetie, I don't think…" Even after half an hour this sentence was still not finished. Well, he really doesn't think.

NAOYA ZEN'IN

This naga really annoys you. In fact, Naoya thinks you owe him a debt. To be grateful or not is up to you, but his opinion is the only constant: you were chosen by him, so you belong to him now, and you should be grateful that he treats you that way. He will make you say those words over and over again, delaying orgasms, or covering your body with love bites (careful, he's poisonous, but you might say you're lucky - there's an aphrodisiac flowing in his fangs right now, thank him for that <3). Maybe that's not enough? Don't worry, he'll go to the lengths of hurting you for real too, mere spanking and pinching will seem like child's play compared to what he'll do if you don't satisfy him and his sick fantasies.

Fortunately or miserably, this bastard is perfectly in control of himself during the breeding season. Even if he's pounding and shaking at times, if you see him curled up in some dark and warm corner, know that there's no cause for concern - it doesn't hurt him much, just his body doesn't know where to put all that energy. However, Naoya himself perfectly knows where he can use it. If you hear a soft crackling sound from somewhere behind the door, don't be in a hurry to take off your clothes - you can change later, but if the crackling sound is accompanied by a hiss, you'd better turn into a docile and submissive slut and spread out on the bed, throwing your new outfit as far away as possible.

As said above, the naga is perfectly self-controlled, so don't be surprised if you feel the tip of his tail between your legs, playfully stroking your thigh and pressing against your heat through your clothes. Yes, Naoya does it on purpose - just to watch your reaction. It gives him a kind of… Voyeuristic satisfaction - sort of the same nature as those rare occasions of watching you from behind closed doors while he tries to touch himself as quietly as possible, drilling you with the stare of narrow, golden eyes while you unsuspectingly pull off your clothes and wiggle your hips ever so brazenly. He could go further - he knows you won't stop him, but he won't, torturing himself and even you, who've been guessing a little about his fascination lately, with the agonizing wait, only to be left with nothing.

Of the good (and partly even sad): just because he wants you to carry his children doesn't mean nature agrees with him. His body is incapable of forming "proper" embryos inside the eggs - they're all somehow, in their own way, but defective; most likely this has come about as a result of long and not very skilled breeding, as well as frequent incest, but either way, the fact remains. So, after these sessions, they usually just turn into nothing. Well, really, don't say anything about it. For better or for worse, both are insulting and offensive to him in their own way (you're not going to be well, just trust me).

"What idiotic problem do you have this time? Well, let's solve it together… " A dangerous clicking sounded behind you. Don't turn around.

INUMAKI TOGE

So obedient and endlessly tender boy. While his slit is oozing with lubricant - he tries to continue helping you with the cooking, gradually losing his head more and more. Light, quiet trills come out of his mouth, getting more like a squeak from literally your any movement. You can play with him a little - so vulnerable in this state. For example, you could accidentally spill water on him or knock over a bowl of cream, and then start rubbing the wet, sticky apron, pressing and rubbing the spot as if by accident.

Inumaki wouldn't be able to tolerate this for long. Literally in a matter of hours, he would be completely and utterly transformed into a lustful, needy mess. If he has to beg for your attention, you should know, he will Sharp little teeth will nibble at your skin, leaving light marks on it, and a heavy, husky sniffle will tickle your ear for just as long as it takes. Anticipating your question: no, he won't be able to handle it on his own - his brains were already mush the moment he looked at you.

You can put your fingers in his slit and he'll squirm and moan just from the feel of your fingers in his crotch, but if you push them in a little deeper and massage what's inside… He'll go crazy - you just have to run your fingers over what you might call the underside of his cock; the guy will only whimper and beg you to continue, lifting his hips and moving them to meet your hand. If you don't want him to finish so soon, take your fingers out of his hole and wiggle your fingers around a bit, applying pressure and running them downward. Once his dick slips out, unable to stay there because of the copious amounts of natural lubrication - no matter how much Inumaki wants you to, you can do whatever you want with the guy - he won't resist He just can't.

He always makes that lustful yet totally innocent, angelic face when you touch him. He's happy to let you ride him, during a hot period, he's just not in control of himself (as he's basically always been - a guy can hardly be aware of his actions when he's aroused. You can make him perform the most idiotic action time after time - he won't suspect a thing. Here's the truth, though, that doesn't mean that after Toge cools off a bit, he won't blush and run off somewhere far away from you; don't be unkind). But, if you're starting to think he's a snot, he's not so much submissive as horny, and in that state of mind, easier to hand over the reins of control to someone who's not completely out of his head and capable of doing the right thing.

Just drag him into the bathtub - you'll be instantly pinned to the wall, because he's no longer in control of his transformation, at a time when even his thoughts are flowing sluggishly, with great difficulty - barely. Caress his thighs, the place where the human part of him touches his tail. His belly will turn pink and his slit will begin to ooze lubrication. His chirping will softly caress your ears, and his naughty fingers will find your warm spot pretty quickly. Seeing you enter a state like his makes Inumaki bite his lip. Careful with that, though - the teeth, which aren't large, are all razor sharp.

"Hn-n," the guy moans, followed immediately by a short, loud and awkward trill, cutting himself short. But why, such a sweet sound isn't something to be embarrassed about.

ITADORI YUJI

This guy is actually obsessed with your butt. The enthusiasm with which he moves his hips into you and digs his hands into your plump ass every time, kneading it like dough - real dedication, any way you look at it. He doesn't usually have this kind of eagerness, but right now, it looks almost desperate - the occasional thrusts and the subtle whimpers continuously emanating from his throat are so turned on. Despite the fog in his head, he's still trying to hold himself back for you - it's so sweet, don't you think?

Itadori will try so hard for both of you - so hard that you'll have to force him to let you go so you don't both die of dehydration and you stop getting a hellish cramp in your hips with every thrust he makes. He'll use your holes around the clock if you let him - but he's a good boy, so he'll stop if you ask him to. In other, don't expect any indulgences, he has almost low control over himself, being at the mercy of his instincts and hellish, unbridled arousal all day long - poor Yuji himself is waiting for it all to end, it exhausts him almost to the point of insanity.

He loves making you cum at the same time as him; at the same time, he's always hungry for your praise - he literally melts from it, go ahead. You can gently touch your belly as you sit on his knot, push a little on the protruding outline of his cock - this boy already whimpers every time you squeeze him, hell yeah he'll go crazy Yuji just can't help himself and will start licking your face like a real puppy, and please - please (!), touch it, touch it lower…

It might be safer for you to wait it out, but I'm afraid that if you do, Yuji won't be able to forgive himself or you. He'll be able to let you go, he won't hold you back, but his trust in you will be shattered. Okay, if it happens in the beginning, before the guy even touches you, but if you disappear a couple days later, or even near the end, Itadori will be very worried about it. Yeah, he'll be freaking out - what if he did something wrong? Did he hurt you? Or maybe you just stopped liking him? No, no. For a creature who only seeks your approval, this would equate to a simple ditching - you'd break his heart.

"P-mg-please…!" Itadori is rendered speechless by how skillfully you saddle his hips. Don't slow down.

MAHITO

Mahito is crazy on his own - the heat has almost no effect on him unless he wants it himself. If you think he doesn't normally touch you - you are sorely mistaken. He may spend nights exploring your body out of pure interest, Mahito won't hold back his curiosity even if you catch him doing it - in fact, it will only encourage him to continue, even with more fervor, roughly touching everything he can reach with his fingers.

The guy will spread your legs, playing with your hole and rubbing your wretched clit until you start gasping from overexcitement and inability to cum. Oh, this guy is cunning - he'll use every trick in his arsenal to bring you to the point of exhaustion. You may be wondering why you can't cum. It's simple really, Mahito just won't let you do it until he's played with you. You're wondering "how"? Well, speaking of his tricks, some manipulation of your soul results in this - you'll start feeling his touch everywhere, by the end of your adulteries, there won't be a place on your body that this pervert hasn't touched; indeed, inside you too.

He'll let you play with the feathers on his wings. In truth, he looks more like a particularly fluffy bat than a bird. They're actually very soft, but you don't want to touch them for too long - just look at his eyes at that moment and you'll understand. If suddenly he grabs you and presses you against him, burying his nose in your neck, don't twitch, and certainly don't try to break free. Relax and sit like that for a few minutes - settle on his hips, make yourself as comfortable as you like, fidget as much as you like - the guy's like Ken in there, so you don't have to worry about that, but you don't want to provoke his irritation.

On average, it's still not that bad. If only Mahito didn't clean out your fridge daily, things would still be exactly as they should be. But, of course, the weirdness doesn't end there - one day he might just come along and screw your ass - it's up to you to decide what to do about it. Hopefully you know how a prostate massage is done, it will probably be enough for him - at the very least just play with his hole, oh it will throb so violently every time you hit some point deep inside the guy. After all, this creature better not be denied too harshly.

"Ha-ha-ha!" The guy laughs loudly as you burrow your fingers into his feathers. Just, don't yank those overly hard.

NANAMI KENTO

Nanami is a sufficiently mature man to sit down with you before all of this and discuss some of the details of the coming period. Along with that, you have to decide what to do about it - he'll ask you a few times if you're ready for it before settling down and leaving you to mull over what's going on. The fox has enough control over his state of mind that, if anything, he'll be able to stop in time and not hurt you much - at most, it'll be bruises on the wrists he likes to hold above your head so much. Usually, he tries to finish as quickly as he can, but sometimes he'll catch on.

You might regret allowing yourself the idea that sex with him is boring when the man continues to lazily thrust into you after two hours, not wanting to stop and shoving his cock into your tortured holes no matter what. But judging by the fact that even in this state, Kento continues to care about more than just his own pleasure - you're bound to cum next. Probably more than once. A man likes it when you beg him and call him daddy. He has no idea why, but it makes him fuck you rougher, counting to sparks from your eyes and buckling legs, possibly affecting your ability to sit up properly or even stand without bending over from the pain in your stomach and ass… It's sure to be worse than your period.

Kento is a responsible man, he will definitely take care of his partner afterwards, because he knows very well what state you're in right now. He'll help you get to the bathroom if you don't mind - he'll even wash you with a nice bit of warm water, and in the morning you'll have breakfast waiting right in bed. After all, like a true gentleman, he should take care of you, no matter how tired he is; after all, you also took care of him. The only exception is when you make him jealous. In those cases, he is unable to even clean himself up, let alone do anything else. And, you're already wondering how to do it.

After this ambiguous period, Nanami will lose a lot of weight because his body can no longer consume food in the same quantities as it did during the rut. At times, he will simply forget to eat, due to his poor condition - frequent dizziness and general weakness, he will be immensely pleased if you show care towards him. It is better to ventilate the apartment more often - low temperatures man tolerates better than heat - and already tired of this condition, the man will want only normal rest. In addition, it is worth specifying the fact that he has a very sensitive sense of smell. Sharp odors irritate him, be careful with this.

"Are you alright?" A slightly hitched, loud breath comes out of the man's chest with a slight whoosh.

NORITOSHI KAMO

Noritoshi is a pretty darling dude, he's embarrassed enough to talk to you about it, but he'll definitely give you a couple words of warning so it's not a total surprise. Sweetness, he just doesn't know what to make of it. It's just as unfamiliar to him as it is to you - feeling his own body in this way is obviously new to the boy. So, he will definitely ask for your help in solving this problem.

During the rut, the guy stays calm and even seems a bit sleepy, and that's actually true - if he could, he'd be asleep all day long, but alas, it will not be possible to just lay this thing off - no matter how much he wants to. If the fox seems a little grumpy to you at first, that's normal. Aggression in the first couple of days is natural for his species, and even though he tries his best to keep it to a minimum, his fluffy tail will still rise up every time he sees you. Massage his head, especially near his ears, and play with his hair a bit - you can comb it with a coarse-toothed comb to relax him.

The guy is as calm as a boa constrictor during this process - he has only one goal, to release tension; mostly his own, but you can work with that - the guy just doesn't know what to do with you, guide him a little, help him understand exactly what you want from him and he will pick it up immediately - he learns quickly. After all, Camo is well aware that there's not much you can do alone - he's at your pleasure, especially when he's blown away. The pace stays the same, darling, you probably won't even notice it, because you'll be blacking out just a couple minutes after the guy enters this state - most likely neither you nor he will understand why it happened; he - because he doesn't remember anything that happened to him during this state, you - for obvious reasons, just can't know it. Only the marks on your body and neck will be any hint of what happened.

Noritoshi is trying to take care of you - he's not a stupid person and realizes that you need follow-up care, even if you seem quite alert. He will gently but insistently guide you to the bathroom and put you to bed, perhaps he can also stretch your stiff legs if he notices that you can't find a comfortable position. You can ask him for help at any time - his fluffy ears will instantly turn in your direction, and he'll listen to your every word.

"Lay still, you need to rest." To the question: "do you?" the guy only lets out a slight, barely elusive chuckle and sighs deeply.

OKKOTSU YUTA

It's not so clear-cut with him. You can't be fully prepared for your furbaby's heat, no matter what you do before it. No one knows what will suddenly click in his poor head and what he will do to fulfill his desires. You don't have to worry, though - he treats you like a princess, carries you around on his arm and makes you stay close to him; even if you don't like it very much, I highly recommend listening to him. Well, if it makes you feel any better - Yuta will always be more dangerous to others than to you.

Oh, his flushed face is so inviting. Press your lips against his - bite them, kiss them like it's your last time, and he'll return the favor. Yuta usually moves at a relatively slow pace, letting you relax and get used to him - to fully experience the process. The tingles rushing across your skin like electric shocks, something brackish on your lips, the cool air from the room contrasting so sharply with the heavy, hot breath that mingles with your languid moans caressing your ears.

Okkotsu likes it when you're on top. No, you still don't have complete control - Yuta is like a caring, overprotective parent, sort of letting his baby have all the fun he wants, but ready to interrupt and take over at a moment's notice. In fact, he really does treat you like a baby. Despite the external insecurity, the guy is really aware of what he is doing and what consequences can come out of all this - he has plenty of responsibility, but sometimes it's hard to take him seriously. Ah, yes, in spite of that, you still have to deal with a little bit of guardianship from his side, although it should be the other way around, but that's another story.

This cutie is hungry for affection - you can touch him everywhere, from his soft (slightly greasy) ears to the tip of his tail. His reaction will probably be the most adequate - he likes to be touched, but he is calm about it, without much passion, like a normal cat, even when he is constantly in a state of slight excitement. Unless your actions become a little more intense. A little more pressure, a slight pull, a soft and rhythmic massage, lower… This will already be perceived as a signal for action. But don't worry, you can touch him at any time without any problems - he even encourages it. In his own way, with a short lick on the cheek or a playful nibble on the neck, but he's really pleased that you're taking such initiative.

"Hey-hey-hey-hey, sparkle, that's not the point-you shouldn't be walking around like that after being so overwhelmed!" The guy turns around to see you, awakened by the delicious aroma coming from the kitchen and now frozen in the doorway, wagging your tail unhappily as the oil in the pan sizzles and shoots upwards. Oops, looks like you accidentally ruined the surprise.

RYŌMEN SUKUNA

Do you think he's possessive? Well, I'll stop you in your tracks - more like yandere on steroids. You'll have to take a day off work - better a vacation right away, because Sukuna will not tolerate other people's scent on you at any stage of his rut - none at all, except his own. Be sure that you have enough food at home, because heaven forbid you should bring even that slight residue of perfume from the elevator on you… It won't be good for you or the unfortunate person whose cologne was left hanging in the air before it settled on your clothes.

Sukuna treats you like a sex slave, a fuck toy, an inferior being, even with his four arms around your frail body and his cocks deep inside your insides and his dry lips whispering dirty words in your ear. His attitude won't change, darling, but you'd better always stay within the confines of the same room with him and obediently spread your legs whenever he demands it. In fact, you can initiate intercourse yourself - he won't stop you from pleasuring him, but know that even after that, he'll be sure to fuck you properly.

His favorite spot is the windowsill; pressing you against the glass, knowing full well that someone might notice you… There's something about it. For some reason, a man especially likes to bend you roughly over right in front of him, making you rest your hands on the frame and shiver with each of his thrusts, while all his hands move slowly all over your body - stroking every curve, your swollen tummy, the waist so perfectly suitable for him to place one pair of his hands on it, your sweet titties bouncing with the rest of your body, while down below, your womb making the loudest, most shameful sounds just for him - Ryomen loves you whole and entire, even if he will never admit it to you or to himself. Oh, if you can ever forget him (which is impossible in itself), the feeling of his cock in your pussy will not be erased from your memory. He is the master in your relationship, rather than you. And he likes to pamper his pet.

Sukuna has a very sensitive tail. If you ever want to touch it, ask permission, and then treat it as if it might fall apart at the slightest gust of wind. Under no circumstances, God forbid, do not sit on it. Never, ever. Ryomen will not look at your relationship or your affection and empty, stale feelings as his heart. He might not kill you, but he'll maim you for sure. In fact, he'll like you all he wants, but you're not likely to bounce back quickly - and the scars on your body will be an eternal reminder of your small but painful misstep and how dangerous he can be. During sexual intercourse, you can lightly massage the very base of his back - where the fur meets the human part of his back - your actions will definitely be met by his approving purr, which may well pass for a growl, only slightly muffled (only for you!). The only thing - make sure that your hands are dry, and the fur does not stick to them (and it is better to touch only human skin around. That area is also sensitive, but he'll probably like it better).

"So pretty, little slut… Come on, come on, get your hand away from your face - I want to see your adorable face!" Mockingly mutters Ryomen, continuing to move, and making you bite your lip as both of his cocks pierce your holes - too much? You beg him to stop.

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

Even if Megumi is collected and calm at first, eventually even he'll start to waver. His seemingly stable state will become a trap - he'll be ready to tear you apart if you get too close, because he doesn't know what to do with his new state yet. It's hard for him; try to talk to him from a distance, offer your help - we are responsible for those we tame. If you can make a deal with him, he'll reluctantly get up and follow you into the bedroom, but if Fushiguro starts turning away from you and snorting, looking away and down, stop trying, it's not going to get you anywhere. Of course, I won't stop you from trying, but who knows what he'll do if you keep seducing him.

The guy will bite you. Back of the neck, almost behind the ear - you know. It's not his bad whim (although it's hard to be responsible for that anymore), it's more of an instinct. Is it so hard to wait for him to tag his beautiful mate? He eventually gets used to all this and starts to take a lot more initiative, sometimes grunting tiredly into your neck and wagging his tail, he still doesn't like his condition, but over time the guy becomes more tolerant of it all - taking it for granted, which isn't great, but anyhow better than a complete refusal to deal with it.

Megumi is a smart boy, he knows exactly what happens if you overdo it, so he always picks a pace that is comfortable for both of you. For some reason, Fushiguro likes sex facing a reflection. He often moves that big full-length mirror in the corner of the room to your bed and spreads your legs in front of it, playing with your wet hole for long periods of time, making you squirm in his arms and beg for his cock, occasionally praising you and mumbling what a good girl you are - so obedient in his arms. It really turns him on, his flushed cheeks and eyes twitching with pure delight - what you'll see in that very mirror, if you can do it, while his fingers are so deep inside you, caressing places you didn't even know existed - you just have to wonder, "How?" he manages to do that with just his hands?

He loves it when you cook his food - your cooking basically. You can spend half a day in the kitchen, be sure your labors will not go unnoticed, he will eat everything and thank you. If suddenly, you're wondering about the reward - don't worry, he's very generous, especially when he's fed and satisfied. Megumi is damn fascinated by the way you try to please him - no matter how he's feeling at the moment, he'll always be mesmerized by the movements of your hands as if under hypnosis. Stroke his head, and once you're free, massage his ears, and he'll be completely at your mercy, his eyes at that moment just something filled with boundless devotion and delight.

"Ha-ah, honey, you're just adorable," Megumi kisses you loudly on the top of your head, caressing your thighs with joy in his gaze and pulling you to him. Ah, yes, the sudden bursts of joy and mood swings were worth getting used to.

FUSHIGURO TOJI

Absolute Asshole 2.0. He knows how much you enjoy riding his cock and takes full advantage of it. Toji teases you on purpose - accidentally miss when he seemed ready to be inside you? Slow down at the most inopportune moment? Oh, along with that, he also enjoys watching you melt, literally fall apart on his cock like a trained slut.

Fushiguro prefers to take turns using your holes, making sure both are filled. It's exhausting - but this man is relentless. With him, you're sure to have a hard time. After two days, there won't be a surface in your house that he hasn't fucked you on. Not to mention he'll snap on the first day - ask him to tie himself up and don't expect fair play. And if he does make the knots tight enough, you'll have to voluntarily do to him what he does to you on your own - not without that, alas.

You'll have to force him into the shower - he'll be completely neglected the moment he decides he doesn't need it. In fact, he does - and even if he doesn't normally smell, during the rut the whole house smells of that disgusting musky odor. Relax, though: you'll eventually stop paying attention to him. Fun fact: in this state, Toji just hates the smell of cherries. If you decide to take a bath, use anything that doesn't have a cherry scent.

At times, Fushiguro will just come up to you and grab you like a teddy bear - twirling you around in his arms until you wrap your arms around him with tears in your eyes. There's something about. The way his big hands hold you up in the air and onto his cock with such ease. Hold on tight, it's really wild. After that, Toji really works up an appetite. A vicious appetite. Even if a man doesn't normally deny himself a refill, now he's just going to clean out your fridge, your cupboards, all the food in the house. You're gonna have to use a delivery guy. Use his credit card for that and don't be afraid.

"Baby, I think that smell is disgusting."

CHOSO

Choso will continue to take care of you even when you're in heat. The only problem is that this time his guardianship will increase many times over. Also, the guy is freezing all the time, and with that comes a panicky fear of water, especially cold water. That's why you'll have to sit with him in a thousand blankets and not the best odor coming from this pile, in which, he also rolled before it. He's a cat with a dog's demeanor.

He doesn't really need sexual stimulation, it's just a supplement. His mind is also consumed by instincts, but they are more about protecting his partner and something like nesting attracts him much more than a rude fuck. Of course, that doesn't mean he doesn't need sexual stimulation at all. You'll also have to spread your legs in front of him on a regular basis, but he'll be much softer, still capable of not completely losing control of yourself or the situation - you can totally relax, he'll do it all. If you're not ready for something more, he'll also accept that you just jerk him off - your hands are much nicer than his, covered with rough skin and calluses. Thighs are also an option - he can handle that part of his rut on his own (relatively), but it's up to you to figure out what to do with the rest.

For some reason, Choso really likes to bite you. Every bit of your body that he can reach, your neck will be covered in multiple painful bites and red marks. I'm afraid it's far from the most pleasant thing that's ever happened to you, but really, you're still lucky that it only takes him out in moments of obsession. Otherwise, you wouldn't have been able to tolerate it so successfully. If your neck is inaccessible - wrapped in bandages, or you've treated it with bitter medication - he might start doing the same thing to your wrists, or hips.

Guy loves when you talk to him - read him a bedtime story, he'll definitely enjoy it. Sometimes, Choso wakes up completely disoriented, as if he's forgotten where he is and what's going on. At such times, all he has to do is hug you and cuddle as tightly as he can, drawing in air and letting your scent fill his lungs completely. Because of this, Choso is often sticky with you, but he flat out refuses to go outside. At least a moment of peace (but don't stay out there longer than usual - otherwise he'll get anxious and might even follow you. This is especially unacceptable because Choso's spatial awareness is abysmal).

"Please don't move. Let's just lie like this… Just a little longer." The dude clearly doesn't notice the sweat dripping off you. He doesn't notice the sweat dripping off you, either, but he not only ignores it, he purrs low and low, burrowing deeper into the blanket.

mm-m, let's talk about… (ask box is open)

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[rossellini-tyrell]

Nothing’s Gonna Change My World

Ch. 5 - But If I Seem To Act Unkind (it's only me, it's not my mind)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Word Count: 4,255

Warnings: MINORS, PROCEED WITH CAUTION! Pav and Reader are getting steamier, but there’s no smut here (or even implied), nothing happens that you wouldn’t see in a given MCU movie. A reminder that these characters are in their early 20s.

Pairing: Pavitr x F!Reader also found on AO3 and Wattpad. ----- You stand on your fire escape, watching Spider-Man dance across a noontime sky. Every now and then, when the bug bites him, Pavitr likes to bust out the suit and show off for the locals. Today, some children are gathered round a domed building nearby, with your boyfriend (your boyfriend!!) perched at the dome's apex, balanced elegantly on one leg, not unlike a wading bird hunting in a brackish lagoon. Children of assorted sizes whoop and holler as Spider-Man puts on an impromptu performance atop the glittering dome, flows through an arabesque, a jete, an aerial in place, a handstand on just two fingers. He wheels into a straddle lever, the sunlight striping in thick ribbons across the thick black waves flowing with him atop his head. Your breath hitches as you watch Pavitr's well-toned muscles flex and release, quads tightening, scapula retracting, feet arching. Your eyes are glued to his little show, because in what world would you have expected that you'd get to date this. Not only that, this wants to date you just as much. A bangle glimmers as it's tossed into the air, becoming a diabolo of sorts that cycles upon a gossamer strand of web, surprisingly strong despite its appearance. Pavitr deftly twists the web into a bridge, does a J-whip, a C-whip, a cat's cradle. Hops, stops, and bounces, everything in between. The gaggle of kids gasp in delight as he launches a second bangle, aces seemingly impossible tricks, impossible for anyone but him. The crowd goes wild as he leaps to catch both bangles on his wrists in the air, and takes a bow with a flourish and wink. And then he's gone, slinking behind the dome of the building. You need to fan yourself after catching that view. You step back inside to escape the oppressive midday heat, only to be immediately confronted with a sight that nearly gives you heatstroke on the spot: Spider-Man, who is now your boyfriend (dreamy sigh goes here), is standing unmasked in your kitchen, and he's stripping off his suit top. You freeze, rooted to the spot as he flexes his arms in front of him and ahead to cleanly peel off the top. The top rides up along his back, treating you to a reveal of a well-developed, incredibly powerful torso. He's all lats, obliques, traps, deltoids, all the power you'd expect of a gymnast, yet compact and lithe enough to remain nimble and catlike. A fine sheen of sweat clings to a rich expanse of smooth, chestnut toned skin, with only whispers of scars dappled across him thanks to his enhanced healing factor. You can't help but profusely thank whichever past life iteration of you that did whatever it was they needed to do for you to see this today, this is your first time seeing Pavitr shirtless, and damn he doesn't disappoint. Your boyfriend grabs a sport-top water bottle off the counter (when that got there, you have no idea), upends it to take a huge swig, eyes closed in relief. It's then he notices you, statue-still where you stand, seconds away from spouting a nosebleed. Pavitr's eyes light up in acknowledgement, he spins on his heel to face you, treating you to deliciously sculpted pecs and abs, with a bonus hint of the crest of his hips peeking out of the rest of his suit. "Enjoying the view, darling?" he slyly asks, his lips pulling off the bottle with a pop. "I have...a lot of questions for you right now," you stammer, mind still in a blue screen of death. Error 404: sweaty shirtless superhero boyfriend in my house right now. "Like, how did you get in my apartment, and where did that water bottle come from?" "Bathroom window, and I put it in the fridge before I left," Pavitr answers in order, nonchalantly, as if he were being asked which way to the nearest ATM. "Nobody's paying attention to that side of the building so I can just slide in like it's the DMs." "...How—and why—in the fuck did you get in and out of my apartment twice without me noticing?" you demand, exasperated and still processing how confusing, surprising, and glorious this all is. Pavitr chugs the rest of the bottle, a rivulet of water escapes the corner of his mouth and trails along the cut of his jawline and his neck. He plops the bottle down and wipes it off with the back of his hand. "I'm Spider-Man, I'm sneaky," he pans. He advances towards you, walks you back against the counter, before caging you in with his toned arms. There's nothing aggressive about it, only a little playful banter, you know you'd have your freedom if you so wanted it in an instant. "And I thought you might appreciate a little surprise, dove," he purrs, nose only inches from yours now. His locks are extra shiny from the sweat, sepia-toned eyes sparkling with mirth, affection, a hint of...want? You can feel yourself flushing, burning up all over again because what you would have given to be looked at like that sooner. "Oh it's...appreciated," you say, wetly. You could swear a few beads of sweat are popping up on your own brow. Pavitr's eyes flicker from yours, to your lips. You watch his tongue subtly dart out to wet his own, before he meets your eyes again. And then you're floating, shrieking, legs dangling off the ground as he's snatched you up into a bridal carry, strong, so strong arms holding you against that smooth, sweaty, delicious chest of his. Your boyfriend snickers lowly at your shocked expression, eyes now glimmering with mischief. "You're not limited to appreciating with just your eyes, sweet girl," he huskily implies. The deep, slow kiss he melts on your surprised mouth doesn't help things, sends a shudder to all ten fingers and all ten toes, his tongue swiping the ridges of flesh behind your top teeth setting your nerve endings ablaze. Hesitantly, you splay your hand across his bare chest, the context so different from the first time you got to. The skin beneath is damp, supple, electric, instantly enrapturing you with the velvety feel. Looking at and touching the sweaty shirtless superhero boyfriend? You could kiss the past life version of you on the mouth right now. "'Yanno what the best part of getting to hold you like this is, dove?" Pavitr breaks you out of your trance, the question winding between your ears like oil added to a diffuser. You arch your eyebrow in query, your cheek pressed against one of his pecs. "I get to kiss you to death!" he beams. He's on you like white on rice, smacking kisses anywhere he can reach by pulling you close to him, some land on your hairline while others are mashed into the apples of your cheeks, the swell of your nose, one or two catch the hollows where your eyes sit. The ridiculous display of affection makes you giggle, kicking your feet like a child. "Pav! Pav, no, that tickl-mph!" you protest, a squeal stifles as he peppers kisses to your plush mouth. "Sorry, didn't quite catch that," he smirks against your lips, gently tugging your top lip between his. Fuck, he's an amazing kisser, something he's shown you progressively more of as you've warmed up to the idea that a relationship could be like this, unfailingly affectionate for the sole reason of getting to revel in it. "I think I'm gonna keep kissing you to death somewhere else now." Pavitr near-runs with you to the couch, you're still squealing and kicking the whole way down, not letting up through the solid five minutes of making out he spoils you with after, until he delicately cups your face and silences you for good with a press of lips so tender and sweet, you think you'd have felt it in a past life. ---- "Mmm, I'm gonna be thinking about that dessert on my deathbed," you muse as you enter his apartment. You've just arrived back from your dinner date with Pavitr, all dolled up in that green dress he'd picked out, complemented by the new pair of shoes he'd surprised you with before leaving. I'm Spider-Man, I'm observant, he'd said when you asked him about how he knew what shoe size you were, and then he'd fastened up the buckles before kissing the inside of your ankle, lips finding purchase on the bony point there. "Agreed, that was divine," he concurs. "I've never understood what people meant when they said 'better than sex'...until I learned you could grate cured egg yolk onto ice cream. I would kiss whoever came up with that on the mouth if they asked." You could think of a lot of things that were "better than sex", in your opinion. Maybe a sign that you need to raise your expectations, a tall order after the lackluster experiences you've had in the past. Not that you were going to debate that point with your boyfriend. "Seems like it's asking a lot to get a kiss on the mouth from you these days," you snark. Pavitr doesn't hesitate to angle your chin towards him, swallows up your mouth with his in a kiss that damn near sucks your soul out "Sonu, I truly hope you've learned by now, you never have to ask for that," he murmurs. The way he looks at you is sweet, like the chocolate hue of his irides. It never fails to make you want to melt, like the ice cream you'd enjoyed tonight. He kisses you again, and then once more, his lips taking the lead in a slow dance you're finally mastering. Pavitr starts to veer off the choreography and moves to kiss at the corner of your mouth instead. "You keep calling me that one, sonu," you wonder aloud. "I hope it's a good thing." "It's Marathi for 'gold', or 'precious'," he clarifies, his warm breath tickling your cheek. "So yes, a very good thing for a very sweet girl." "Hmm, and what about—oh!" you yelp delightfully as your boyfriend mouths on your jawline, you can tell he's relishing in the sound. "About that other one, the one I can't remember." "Ahava?" he supplies, the word spilling perfectly from his lips in a way that makes your heart flutter. "Yes, that's the one," you confirm. You don't miss the subtle pause, the falter of his breath. "Mmm, I'll tell you later," Pavitr says. He immediately distracts you with a light nip on your earlobe, smears a kiss on the skin he finds just below. "Stop—ah! Stop avoiding the question!" you protest, your heart floating up to your throat as the sweet torture your boyfriend administers to you sends your heart racing. "Not avoiding it, darling, just want to kiss you a little," he dismisses, trailing down your neck, now. "We gotta crack open that Malbec I've been saving too." "Well, will you tell me after?" you ask impatiently. Pavitr grins into the skin of your neck, lathes it delicately with the blade of his tongue in a way that makes everything muzzy and warm. "Sure I will," he half-answers. "Just let me enjoy this a bit longer." "Incorrigible," you mutter under your breath. Pavitr chuffs at that, starts dotting kisses up and down your neck so ticklish you can't help but squirm in his hold. Kissing's nice with him, both playful and comforting. He could thrill you with a kiss on the forehead, shut your unquiet mind off with a press of his mouth to yours. It's almost as if he uses his lips to pour out the overflowing fondness he's got into your very soul, trying to fill the void spots others have left behind with his brand of syrupy-sweet heartsong. A potent sap to glue the seams of old claw marks together, you drink it down greedily. The little attentions he's gracing you with are sensual, yes, but you know by now that Pavitr never asks a question he doesn't know the answer to. Kissing's nice, yes, but you're meant to enjoy it here and now, as an answer and not a question, the tiny dots his soft lips make on your neck are punctuation, not ellipses. Here and now is disrupted by the gentle tug, an itch in Pavitr's countenance. You recognize it now as the way Spider-Man knows, knows to follow, to to find, to protect, save. The pulling of a thread between your souls one night that led to this moment, cocooned in each other's embrace. It pulls on him now, thick eyebrows knitting together, laugh lines deepening at the crease of his mouth. "Pav, you should go," you assure, your hands gently flattening against his shoulders. Pavitr sighs, reluctance souring his expression. "Sonu, I don't want to interrupt the date," he protests. "You had your suit on when I kissed you, I was well aware of what I was doing," you assure, trying to show on your face that you're not unhappy. "Go get 'em, and we can continue this over a bottle of wine when you get back." Pavitr considers this, before planting a fond, grateful kiss upon the apple of one cheek. He scurries to climb into his suit, his second skin. Before you know it, one foot is out the kitchen window, and he turns to you on his way out, and says: "One for the road?" You roll your eyes, call him 'insatiable', peel up his mask to kiss him once, slow and sweet. You pat his cheek fondly, and he holds your hand there with his for a beat, savoring the feel. "If you die, I will google what that word-" Pavitr stops you, two gloved fingers against your lips. "Don't finish that sentence, darling," he smoothly replies. He slips you a wink, and you kiss the fingers against your lips before he melts into the evening sky. You watch him go, roll down the window when he's out of your sight. Alone in the low light of your boyfriend's apartment, you resolve to tidy up a bit, knowing he can be short on time for that. You clear up a few stray dishes he's got in the sink, pull that wine bottle he was after down from his wine rack (you wish you could afford to have a wine rack). You get the idea to start lighting a few candles to set the mood to unwind, you're rooting around in a drawer for a lighter when you hear the window roll up again, no more than fifteen minutes after your boyfriend had left. "(You), the dishrag in the drawer. Quickly," he orders, uncharacteristic worry in his voice. Unsettled, you locate the item in question swiftly, passing it over to his outstretched hand, surprised to hear high-pitched murmurs coming from his lips. "Pav, are you okay?" you inquire. In the back of your mind, you know his healing factor will do most of the work, but you have yet to see him actually hurt since you started dating him. "I'm fine, it's not for me," he hurriedly explains, climbing carefully through the windowframe. Your confusion peaks when he tucks the dishrag into the crook of his other arm, which suddenly emits a keening cry. "What on earth is that noise?" you ask, bewildered. "Oh, little love, shhhh, shh, shh, don't cry, don't cry," Pavitr coos at the source of the sound. You watch spellbound as he retrieves the bundle from the crook of his arm, delicately unfolding it to reveal a tiny, squalling kitten, its fur dirty and wet. It's but a button high, no more than 4 weeks old, and it looks famished. Pavitr gives it a scritch between the ears with one finger, the little ball of fur obviously appreciative given the way it arches into the touch. "You were all alone in that alley, bitty fidget, no mom cat to keep you from falling into that storm drain," he croons to the kitten, half comforting it, and half explaining the situation to you. "But I heard you calling, and I found you, and you're okay now, little love, you are okay, shhhh," he soothes. "The poor thing, it must be freezing," you respond, overwhelmed by how adorable this all is (both the kitten, and also your big, strong superhero boyfriend cuddling the tiny kitten). It's total cuteness overload, save for the fact that this kitten is clearly in bad shape. "Here, hold it for a minute—I know, fidget, I know—I have to get out of my suit," Pavitr directs, passing you the swaddled, wailing kitten. "There's a love, let her hold you, there you go," You accept the bundled ball of fur, it squirms weakly in your hold. You hear beneath the strong cries a wet, warbling quality, worrying you that the kitten might be sick. "Come on, kitty, come on," you encourage, giving the kitten a vigorous rub between your toweled hands to keep it warm. The kitten responds with a sneeze. Pavitr ducks back into the room, stripped down to a simple tee and sweats. He starts up the kitchen sink, checks the temperature on the inside of his wrist before beckoning you closer. "We have to get it cleaned up, it won't last long in that state if we don't get it warm and dry again," he urges. You hold the kitten in your cupped hands while he gently works a smidgen of dish soap through the kitten's soft fur, cooing to it as the dirt and grime lifts away, running through your fingers. "What a good fidget you are, yes!" he praises in response to the kitten's annoyed chirps. "Doing so good for us, little love, and look at that, what pretty golden fur you have under all that grime!" You're almost jealous of this tiny scrap of a thing, how much your boyfriend loves on it. He's right though, the water starts running clear, revealing a thick coat the color of a late dawn. You hold it still in the towel as Pavitr carefully cleans up its face with a damp cloth, freeing the kitten to open up dusky blue eyes, the color of a kitten too young to be without its mother. You borrow his blow dryer to dry the kitten off so it won't get sick, the fur fluffing up nicely under the heat. It's a pom-pom of dense goldenrod fluff by the time you're through with it, taking wobbly steps across the towel. "Do you think it's a male or a female?" you ask. "Beats me," Pavitr admits. "I don't know how to tell if it's healthy or if it needs milk or anything either." An idea comes to mind, you whip out your phone and start furiously googling. "Are you...googling how to tell the sex of the kitten?" he asks. "No, I'm looking for an emergency vet that's still open," you answer, face still buried in your phone's screen. "I mean, it fell down a drain, we should make sure it's not really sick or hurt or..." "That's...a good point. I'll grab the car keys, you grab a box to put the munchkin in," he concedes. ---- "A little boy, huh," Pavitr murmurs, the kitten in question mewling loudly from the carrier he's been placed in at the vet's office. The kitten received a mostly clean bill of health, but was given some medicine to help with the wet sounds coming from his chest. The poor thing has been through the wringer, loaded up on flea prevention, vaccines, a nail trim, he's scared and he wants his mother. "Yeah, a brave little boy." you remark, releasing him into the produce box you'd hastily grabbed from your apartment to serve as an impromptu playpen. Tomorrow, you'd have to find something better, but for now, you're sitting cross legged on the living room floor, watching the fluff ball with rapt attention. Pavitr gives you an appreciative once-over, you're still in the dress you went to dinner with him in, covered now by one of his heavier coats. "I'm sorry I ruined our date," he apologizes. "What...no, you didn't ruin anything," you refuse. "If anything, this was a pretty damn good way to end the evening, unexpected but still good." "Ah, but I was gonna pour you some wine, rizz you up, put on a movie so we could cuddle and make out on the couch—" he elucidates. "Let me stop you right there," you cut him off. "First of all, it is current year, there is no fucking way we are still saying 'rizz'". "Oh, come on," Pavitr whines. "Let me finish," you hold up your hand. "Secondly, yes, that would have been a great way to end the date. But so was getting to experience this with you, it's...it's nice getting to save a kitten's life together. I'm happy because it was with you, Pav. I don't care what it is we're doing, I'm just happy I got to share it with you. I wanna share all the things with you, someday." Pav's smile is relieved, impossibly fond. The kitten mewls in the background, clambering around on the blankets lining the box. There's words he wants to spit out, you can tell, but he swallows them back down. "Thank you, dove, I...hey, we should name him," he says. "You're keeping him?" you ask, surprised that he's up for this kind of responsibility with his...busy schedule. "Yeah," he breathes. "Yeah, I wanna keep him. There's gotta be a reason I was able to hear him, maybe this was it." "The cat distribution system's timing is always right," you chuckle. "The other reason I wanna keep him is because I found him with you," he states. You don't know how you should respond to that. But the sentiment is bubbly, full in your chest, like the tiny bubbles of the Prosecco you had over dinner. "I'm glad," you say. "I'm happy I could do this with you, and I hope that extends to helping you pick a name." "Oh it does, sonu," he replies. "I'm coming up with blanks right now, maybe you could help me think of something?" The kitten is screeching now, his squalling mighty, demanding your attention. His golden fur is puffed up around his chest, he'd be threatening if he weren't a little wisp of a thing. "He kinda reminds me of a lion," you ponder aloud. "Like that scene in The Lion King where baby Simba was trying to scare off the hyenas by trying to roar at them." "Sheru, then," Pavitr proclaims, gathering the kitten up in his arms. His voice wraps around the word in a way you know he wants to keep saying it. "Sheru?" you ask. "It's Hindi for lion," he explains, lifting the aforementioned kitten up to give him a kiss on his pink nose. "I thought you spoke Marathi, though," you wonder, confused. "Mmm, I can speak both," he extrapolates. "Marathi's my mother tongue, but I've learned Hindi as well, a little bit of some others too." Sheru nuzzles into his cheek. "Well I like it, it's a wonderful name," you affirm. "You're good at coming up with names for things...like me." "I wouldn't disagree with that assessment, darling," he quips with a sly wink that makes your heart skip a beat. "Hey, you should get to hold him too, you did half the work." "I thought you'd never ask," you say. Pavitr passes you the kitten, who settles into the curve of your hands. "Oh, hello, cutiepie!" you gush. "Welcome home, Sheru!" Pavitr watches you, besotted as you play with Sheru, how joyful you look nuzzling against the tiny ball of fur. You look so peaceful, the most peaceful you've been since he's met you, and it fills his heart complete in a way it hasn't felt in years. He knows now that he has to tell you. The word lodged in his throat comes floating, floating up, before it passes through his lips like a prayer. "Beloved," he says, simply. You freeze, putting Sheru in your lap as you turn to face him where he sits next to you. "In Marathi, Ahava means beloved," he tells you. The bubbles in your chest fizzle, pop, explode inside of you, almost choking you out as you process the implication. It feels unreal, your life feels unreal, but you know it's real because the way he's looking at you with the little kitten writhing in your lap wearing his coat and the dress he bought you is bright "Y-You mean...you really...?" you stutter, the first tears beginning to prickle. "Yes, I do," he breathes, the statement sure, steady. His own eyes, full of affection, full of want, full of love are misting over now. "Oh Pav, I—I love you too, I have for a while now," you admit, your voice warbling. "You've been calling me that since..." bright "Since you asked to be my girlfriend, yes," he reveals. "I always meant it, I told you that I've always been a bit of a softie," the tear tracks run down his full cheeks. You tearfully smile, knowing that it's been a couple months since that night. For all this time, he's been waiting for you, never asking you a question he couldn't answer. He's said the words a thousand times, but never making you listen before you were ready. "Pav, can I—" "A thousand times yes, Ahava," he exhales, gathers you up into his lap, furiously kisses your tears away where they stream on your face, pours his affection, his heart into yours from where it spills out of his lips. I love you I love you I love love love you I do I do I love you I do I love you my love my girl my perfect precious sweet girl my darling little love I love you— bright

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[sl-newsie]

Query: Q x 00 Agent- Ch. 14: Unexpected

This time when I enter Q’s apartment it feels normal instead of having to hide here. It’s a shame Moneypenny can’t join us but the crowd of 3 cats welcoming us is enough to make up for that.

“Sit down and relax. I’ll start the meat.” Q waves me over to the couch and then goes about pulling out beef and all kinds of vegetables.

“No, no. You’ve been through Hell tonight. The least I can do is help chop something.” I walk over to stand at the island counter. “Being a 00 agent has taught me plenty of skills with a knife. Maybe I can put them to another use besides stabbing people.”

Q laughs and brings over some celery. “If you insist. I’ll- Um. Would you like a new shirt?”

His question draws me to look down at my ragged uniform with a hole still ripping through. “Do you mind?”

He shakes his head and goes for the stairs. “Not at all. Wait right here.”

While he’s gone I bend down to pet the needy cats. Cricket takes the liberty to hop up on my shoulder while the other two climb onto my lap. Who says I need a therapist? Cats are far superior to any help a person could give.

“This is the closest- Oh!” Q stops in his tracks when he sees the pile of fur I’m trapped under. “I see you’re occupied.”

“You can’t invent this kind of love,” I chuckle as I lift the happy felines off me and carry them to the couch. “Maybe when I’m old and gray then I’ll retire to a cat café.”

Q strides up behind me holding a gray sweater. “This is the closest thing that fits your size. Sorry if it’s not as colorful as you’re used to.”

“Anything is appreciated, Q. Thank you.” 

I take the garment and tear off my tattered shirt, noticing Q takes this moment to busy himself with preparing the meat. I appreciate his modesty but I don’t see a reason to be so. He’s seen me with only a bra and boxers, so what’s the difference? Ignoring this I give one last scratch to Cricket’s ears when I spot a picture frame of Q’s family. There’s unmistakable resemblance between Q and a man I’m assuming is his father. Same lanky build, crazy dark hair, and wild eyes. His mother has the same kind expression. I also see he has two sisters.

“I didn’t know you had siblings,” I comment out loud.

Q looks up from where he’s working. “Yes. That’s Clarice and Alice. That was taken before I joined MI6. By now they’re both married.” His face grows stern and he returns to pounding the meat. “Unfortunately I was not invited to attend the celebrations.”

This intrigues me. “Why’s that? Are they mad at you?”

“In a way, yes. Partially it’s my fault. Since I’m part of such a top-secret government program I’m not allowed to communicate with my family on a daily basis. When I joined they said I was ignoring my family just for a big paycheck.”

They thought…? I can’t believe this!

“Well they’re wrong,” I say stubbornly. “They should be proud.”

Q grunts and hastily washes his hands looking more stressed. “They’re partially right. But I’m not abandoning them for a paycheck. I was doing it to make them proud, but now I know I signed my life away until I decide to retire.”

I frown. “Q, you don’t always have to, what’s a good way to put it? Stress to impress. You already do that without trying. Your inventions are magnificent!”

“It’s not just inventing,” Q goes on to explain and walks over next to me to point at his two sisters. “My family is also disappointed that I’m not striving to copy my sisters and start my own family.”

It’s sad that Q disagrees but at the same time I can’t ignore my own thoughts. I turn and place a calm hand over Q’s.

“At least you could if you wanted to. Do you have any idea how hard it is to plan out a life as a 00 agent? Every time I’m sent on an assignment I’m expected to die.”

Q flinches a bit at my touch but keeps a stiff face. “I couldn’t. In my line of work being Quartermaster is my top priority despite others’ disapproval. No one would be willing to put up with my schedule.”

So that’s his problem? He’s sad because he can’t find a date? Why didn’t he just say that?

“Q, anyone should be thankful to be in your life. But not just anyone. You deserve someone who respects your judgment and your position as Quartermaster, and won’t pressure you into something.” I’ll admit I’m a tad crushed that he’ll be looking for a relationship with someone else but I can’t be selfish and discourage him. “If you ever need any help I could always scout around for any suitable candidates.”

By now Q’s grip is all but squeezing the blood out of my hand. His head is shaking, almost as if he’s about to explode, and he keeps staring at me.

“I don’t think you should stay here tonight.”

His words grasp my heart and tear it into a million pieces. My whole body freezes and all I can do is repeat Bond’s words in my head: do whatever it takes to make the enemy lower their guard. But Q isn’t playing me, he’s sincere. He really wants me to leave and head into the dark streets; maybe to be snuffed out by a street mugger. 

“After all you’ve talked about me being reckless, wanting to do everything by the book, this is very hypocritical of you.” I pull my hand away and go for the door. “If you wanted me dead you could’ve just pulled the trigger yourself.”

Q groans and, before I know what’s happening, grips my shoulders to make me face him.

“I don’t want you dead, Levie. I don’t think you should stay here because I want to keep things professional.” He used my nickname. 

I frown. “‘Professional?’ Is there some clause or something against coworkers meeting after hours?”

Q, still gripping my shoulders, hangs his head in frustration. “No. I’m afraid that if you stay then I’ll do something I might regret.”

This only confuses me more. Is he planning to kill me? “I don’t understand-”

“Oh for God’s sake!”

Q cups my face and does the very last thing I’d ever think he’s possible of. He kisses me.

I’ve only been kissed a few times throughout my life. All during missions, nothing serious. This kiss towers above all romantic gestures I’ve demonstrated. It’s desperate and sweet. I don’t even notice my hands snaking up to grip Q’s hair until he moans in response. This makes him go stiff and abruptly pull away, his eyes wide and worried.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to- Well, I did want to- But we can’t- I’m not- Ugh. You must think I’m a joke.”

I take another deep breath and lean over to catch Q’s lips again. Now I’ve got him pinned on the couch and he seems to melt under me.

“Q, that was the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” I say as I press kisses down his neck, gripping his tie. “You are anything but a joke. I never even thought you’d care about someone like this.”

His eyes never leave me as he pants to catch his breath, wrapping his arms around me. “I never intended to have romantic intentions with a coworker. But with you it- It just sort of… happened. You’re- you’re not upset?”

“Why would I be? I may not know what love is yet, but if it’s what I feel whenever I see you then I don’t want to give it up.” 

My answer sparks excitement in Q. But why is he shaking his head?

“I’m not a perfect man. You should find someone else.”

This will not do. I set my face straight. “You’re perfect to me, Q. You shouldn’t sell yourself short.” I add a smirk. “It doesn’t suit you.”

Q smiles appreciatively and kisses my cheek, then whispers: “You know, it always makes me jealous when I see you flirting with other men. I know it’s your job but I still can’t help it.”

I lift my eyes to his chocolate ones. “Can I tell you a secret?”

He grins. “Been keeping secrets from your Quartermaster, have you?”

“I think of you.” Q’s eyebrows raise. “Every time I have to flirt, I always think of you. Because a part of me wishes it was you I was flirting with, and that it somehow could be real.”

Q gets off the couch, kneels in front of me, and takes my hand. “This is real, I assure you.”

This is real. Is this what I’ve been missing? Maybe I should take a better look at how I want to live my life and stop putting off the future. After all, Q is a good man. One who I think will make me happy. But happiness can always be taken away. A new thought surfaces and makes my happy emotions fade. “The only regret I’d have is if my feelings for you put you in danger. It’s happened to Bond, it could happen to me too.”

Q nods, yet is unfazed by the idea. He presses a kiss to my forehead and leans his forehead against mine.

“I’m very well aware of the risks of this job, Levie. We don’t have to jump into this right away. We can test the waters and see if it’s safe. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

“Likewise. I know you’re not the most emotional person and I’m trained to block out emotions, so we should each get a feel of where we stand.” Fighting against the urge to keep lying with him I sit up in an attempt to make the conversation more professional. “Where exactly do you intend for this relationship to go?”

Q mirrors my posture and gets a deep thinking look. “If it’s alright with you, I’d like to keep this confidential to the workplace. Not just for safety but to also avoid the drama that will come with it. You know M won’t be entirely open to it.”

I nod. “Agreed. I don’t wish for M to think I’ve gone soft or else he’ll pull me from missions. You already know I’m not one for desk work, and I don’t plan on retiring anytime soon.”

Q copies my nod and jumps up to go tend to the vegetables in the frying pan. Once the meal is done he portions it out onto 2 plates and sets them on the kitchen table. We both sit and eat in a new comfortable silence; each of us coming to terms with what just happened.

“I’m curious. Everyone only calls you 0011 or Levie. Why is that?”

It makes my heart hum to know that Q is eager to use real names. I just wish I had one to give him.

“I have no real name.”

He tilts his head. “Really? You must have a name.”

Giving a dark chuckle, I take another bite of beef. “You should know why, Q. When I was assigned to you M gave you my file. If you did your research correctly, which I know for a fact you did, you read that my father was a Brit who knocked up an American woman, who dropped me off at M16 the day I turned 16.” Another bite. “Not as dramatic as Bond’s past. It’s nice actually, not having to worry about family getting in the way. I never knew my last name because my mother homeschooled me. She was too embarrassed to have a child out of wedlock so she kept me home. She never gave me a real name, only called me ‘girl’ or ‘child.’” I take a deep breath and turn my face up to meet Q’s eyes. “The day I joined MI6 was the day I finally got my freedom. I don’t need a name.”

The whole time Q’s been listening respectfully. Now he grabs my hand. “I did read your file. I just wanted to hear your story from you. Would you like a name?”

“Do you have one?”

“I do, actually. I was Geoffrey Boothroyd before I joined.” He gives my hand a squeeze. “We don’t have to use names if you don’t want to.”

After thinking a second a new idea surfaces. “Could you give me a name? We could use them during times out-of-office.”

Q’s eyes light up. “O-Ok! Um, hm… Let’s see…” He puts a finger to his chin and looks me up and down, making me feel like a test subject. “I like… Eleanor. How’s that sound?”

I- I straight up love it. It sounds powerful and elegant, it sounds… me. And the fact that Q is giving it to me makes it even better.

“Thank you, Geoffrey. That name sounds perfect!” I throw my arms around his neck and give him a deep kiss.

“Y-You’re welcome,” he stutters. “It’s strange hearing my name after all these years. It sounds good coming from you.”

I start to respond but get stopped by a yawn. Q laughs at this and moves to clear the dishes.

“I’m not tired! I can help-!”

Q cuts me off with a kiss. “Work can wait ‘til tomorrow. Right now you need rest. Ok?”

“You’ll be upstairs?”

He nods and sets the dishes in the sink, switching the kitchen light off once he’s finished. “I’m doing the gentlemanly thing and giving you your privacy.”

“Aw. That’s sweet. Thanks.” 

“Goodnight, Eleanor. If you need anything just call.”

Q gives me one final kiss on the head and climbs the stairs. How did my entire life change in the span of 15 minutes? Life’s never given me what I want and now I have everything. Focus, 0011. You can’t jump head-first into something like this. For all I know this could turn into the type of heartbreak Bond’s always going on about. I can’t let my emotions get in the way, no matter how ensnaring it is to think about having a somewhat normal life with Q.

The darkness is too taunting and I feel myself slipping into sleep once again, only this time I’m much more relaxed. Tonight’s events have left me exhausted but I know I’m safe now. No matter what criminals try to kill me tonight I know Q will have their heads before they can reach the door.

#quartermaster x reader #quartermaster #q x reader #james bond #daniel craig #ben whishaw #skyfall #spectre #no time to die #007 #james bond 007

[kayssweetdreams]

Maestro Hiccups 3: Chaos Incarnate Ch 36

With an uneasy smile, you decide to stay. Even if Wizeman was acting like...this, You couldn't provoke his wrath, especially since Aria and Debbie were still in Reala's grasp

"I-I'd be honored to stay..." you stutter out, having Wizeman pat one of his monumental hands on your head. "Well any friend of NiGHTS is a friend of mine." He says, before he lifts you in his gigantic hand. "C'mon now, Dinner is almost ready" He said as he glides off, setting you in a chair at least 20 times your size. NiGHTS ends up hovering above a small throne that looked like it belonged to them, looking bored, and uncomfortable.

Moments later, you saw Aria, Debbie and another nightmaren arrive. Rather than a terrifying monster, you noticed that this Reala resembled another bollywood dancer, like Aria. But his outfit consisted of harsh reds, and blacks, unlike the calming blues and whites in Aria's outfit. You notice that while he had this on, his head was doused in black makeup, and he had a black and red jester cap...and it was strangely similar to NiGHTS jester cap.

NiGHTS narrowed their eyes at Reala, as Reala's eyes locked onto NiGHTS like a hungry predator. "NiGHTS..." Reala growled "Reala..." NiGHTS snarled. The two of them started to charge at each other before Wizeman stuck a hand between them, to keep them from destroying each other "Now Now my children, Let us not fight. Its almost supper time." He said.

Moments later, more maren began to fill the room, all affected by Balan's crazy hiccups, along with a ball shaped maren with a bunny mask, and a poufy dress bringing Owl, Jackle, Leo and Emma. "Dinner Time!" Wizeman sang, his multiple hands bringing forth various dishes. All of them looked normal Enough, but something told you that eating the food wouldn't be a good idea, especially with everything happening.

Reala continues to stare daggers into NiGHTS as he hoards what looks to be a large, strangely colored crab. NiGHTS on the other hand pretended that Reala didn't exist, while digging into a large bird. "Say Reala? Who's your new girlfriend?" A spider looking Nightmaren said. Reala gave a angered snarl. "She's NOT my girlfriend." A cat maren gave a catty laugh "Yeah sure. And I'm a weak nightopian." He said.

Leo, NiGHTS and Jackle bit back a laugh, while Aria began to blush. "She is NOT my girlfriend. She's my prisoner." Reala said, trying desperately to end the conversation. He looked to Debbie to try and get her input, but as of now, she seemed to be chatting with Jackle while he was stuck in goo form "How did you get like that?" She asked "You don't wanna know..." Jackle answered, feeling a little embarrassed at his current situation.

"Oh Come on Reala. We both know that you have it for the visitor...BADLY" A Witch like Nightmaren said. "Yeah Reala, Why don't you fess up so that we can plan the wedding?" NiGHTS added cheekily. This however seemed to set Reala off as he flung a spoonful of what looked to be stardust infused mashed potatoes at NiGHTS, and it landed square in their face.

NiGHTS, almost stunned at the action, decided to return fire, flinging a spoonful of what appeared to be potroast, swirled with wild colors right back at Reala. The two of them growl as things begin to get out of hand, floating directly in front of you...

Aria belongs to @shadowqueen402

Debbie belongs to @mayordebbie

#Balan Wonderworld #NiGHTS into Dreams #NiGHTS Journey of Dreams #NiGHTS #Reala #Jackle #Leo Craig #Emma Cole #Wizeman

[luxsole]

harry potter and the philosopher's stone, ch. 1 overview

MEET THE DURSLEYS

- they lived in no. 4, privet drive

- they were a blonde family

- vernon dursley, the director of grunnings. big, beefy man with hardly any neck, had a very large mustache; did not approve of imagination

- petunia dursley. wife of vernon. thin, had nearly twice the usual amount of neck, loved gossip

- dudley dursley, their son. in their opinion, there was no finer boy anywhere

- they hated the potters

MR. DURSLEY'S MOST EVENTFUL TUESDAY

peculiar events:

- the tawny owl fluttering past their home

- the tabby cat on the corner of their street reading a map and the privet drive sign

- the people dressed in funny clothes on the edge of town

- owls swooping around town in broad daylight

- the rumor at the bakery among the people in cloaks

- mr. dursley's very close encounter with a stranger in a violet cloak, by whom he was addressed as a "muggle"

- the same tabby cat sitting on their garden wall

- evening reports on owls soaring about since sunrise and a downpour of shooting stars

- the tabby cat waiting for something

THE TABBY CAT OF NO. 4, PRIVET DRIVE

- this was minerva mcgonagall's animagus and patronus

- had marking around its eyes. they were in the shape of mcgonagall's square glasses

- in her animagus form, she did not move from her spot all day long until dumbledore arrived at the scene

- in her original form, she looked severe or fierce. she wore an emerald cloak and square glasses. she had black hair drawn into a tight bun

THE OLD MAN IN FUNNY CLOTHES

- this was albus dumbledore

- he was tall, thin, and very old. he had long silver hair and beard

- he wore long purple robes and high-heeled, buckled boots, and wore half-moon spectacles

- he had light, bright, and sparkling blue eyes and had a very long crooked nose

- he possessed the put-outer or deluminator

- he was very fond of sherbet lemon or lemon drop

- voldemort feared him

- he mentioned he blushed at madam pomfrey's positive remark on his new earmuffs

- he had a scar above his left knee that was the perfect map of the london underground

THE CELEBRATION OF A DARK LORD'S DEFEAT

- mcgonagall felt furious about the celebrations because they were not done discreetly in the muggle world

- dumbledore mentioned the eleven-year war with voldemort

- dedalus diggle was the star shooter from kent

- she waited the entire day to hear the news from dumbledore about lord voldemort's defeat, the cause of the celebrations, and its repercussions

THE RUMORS ON THE DARK LORD'S DISAPPEARANCE AND THE DEATH AT GODRIC'S HOLLOW

- dumbledore confirmed the rumors to be true. the dark lord turned up at godric's hollow, where the potters lived. he killed lily and james potter, harry's parents, and was about to kill harry too when his power broke. then he vanished

THE BOY WHO LIVED

- this was harry potter, son of deceased parents lily and james potter

- he had jet black hair and a cut over his forehead shaped like a bolt of lightning

- since he had no other available relatives, harry will have to live with the dursleys

- but dumbledore chose the dursleys, a muggle family, so harry could grow up not knowing he was famous in the wizarding world where he was dubbed as "the boy who lived"

THE ARRIVAL OF HAGRID AND THE BOY

- hagrid came through with a motorcycle he lent from sirius black, harry's godfather, and he brought with him young harry himself

- hagrid was almost twice as tall as a normal man and at least five times as wide. he had a wild appearance. he had long tangles of bushy black hair and beard. he had hands the size of trash can lids, and his feet in their leather boots were like baby dolphins

- hagrid reported to dumbledore about the ruins of the potter house and his transport of harry to privet drive

- as he passed the boy to dumbledore in a bundle of blankets, he grieved and wailed for the potters

THE PACKAGE DELIVERED AT NO. 4, PRIVET DRIVE WITH SPECIAL NOTE

- dumbledore laid harry gently on the doorstep of the dursley residence and tucked a letter inside his blankets

- along with hagrid and mcgonagall, the three of them took a moment to let the situation sink in

- afterwards, hagrid rode off into the night sky. mcgonagall departed as well in her animagus form, and dumbledore disapparated

- not knowing he was special and famous and not knowing that there were people celebrating his existence which brought upon the death of voldemort, young harry continued in his sleep

[aggressivedaikons]

Starboy (Soundwave Deserter AU Fic) Ch. 3

Chapter One / Previous Chapter / AO3 Ver.

(Not tagging with anything more than transformers due to no Soundwave lmao)

Peyton was, and had always been a lover of nature. Growing up in New Hampshire, she would spend her childhood out in the woods, playing with sticks, making forts and gardens. Every second she spent indoors, Peyton was thinking about the wild. She read up on nearly every kind of forest critter, how to search and forage for plants, how to hunt. She loved nearly every aspect of wildlife, from the root systems of mushrooms to the science behind of eagle wings, and everything inbetween.

When she was 13, she got a Maine Coon kitten. She had always been a cat person, but rarely asked for one of her own. At first, she had been a little hesitant, worried that he might keep her away from her carefree fun in the woods. But, after some research and training, the two were off together. Cheddar, her cat, now on a leash, was able to run alongside her as they tromped through the woods.

That was seven years ago.

Peyton was now in college, and had moved over to the west coast to attend Oregon State University, majoring in Botany and Environmental Sciences. She decided that if she had had such a strong passion for life and nature ever since she was a young child, she should pursue a career as an ecologist.

Her aunt lived out in California, and had rented out the spare cabin she would occasionally spend her summers at, as a place for Peyton to live. It was an incredibly beautiful piece of land. A mountain view, lush greenery, a blue lake only a mile or so away. It was serene.

The cabin was a small, studio-sized A-frame cabin, roughly 800 square ft, with a tall ceiling. It was divided into three rooms. The front area was a wide living space, with a small kitchen to the right. In the middle of the back wall, there was a hallway. At the end, we’re three doors. To the left, the bathroom, to the right, Peyton’s bedroom, and through the middle, there was a small porch.

Peyton had just finished the finals only a week before, and now, was finally able to relax. Ah, summer break. Though she loved her classes, she always yearned for that freedom of the summer. She had several hikes planned already, as well as a camping trip. As she drove up the hill, she thought to herself about what she needed to pack.

She always forgot something, no matter what. Her thoughts seemed scrambled, and cluttered, 24/7, bouncing around in her brain, non-stop. She began to list off everything she needed to bring for the 6.7 mile hike she was planning on going tomorrow morning. She considered the thought of bringing Cheddar, but she was afraid the hike would be too long. Maybe another day.

She repeated the list of items she needed to pack under her breath as she pulled into the dirt driveway.

“Trek-pole, extra clothes, first aid, compass, snacks and waterbottle. Trek-pole, extra clothes, first aid, compass…”

As she did so, she fumbled around her bag to dig out her house keys, before hopping out of her Jeep, and running up to her door. Her cat, who was previously sprawled out in the sun, was now pawing and trilling at the glass siding, eager for his mama’s return.

As Peyton entered, Cheddar rubbed up a against her legs, purring and chittering. He ran over to his food bowl (which was half-full) expectantly, looking up at her with big eyes. Peyton sighed, before walking over and pulling the scoop out of the cat food.

She spoke to Cheddar in a babey voice, saying “Oh, hey there, Chedd! You have food in your bowl, silly! You’re such a dumb little boy, aren’t you? You wouldn’t have a chance in the wild, wouldn’t you, you silly goose!” She said, as she stirred up she remaining dry mix that had been left in the cat’s bowl since that morning with the empty scoop.

As she stood back up, Cheddar eagerly went to eat the food in his bowl. This was a regular thing, for them. Though some of her friends had inquired to her about the chances of him having vision issues, but after going to the vet, they decided nothing was wrong, and that he was just an orange cat.

Peyton walked to her bedroom, and climbed up to her bed, which was elevated by a few feet. She undid her ponytail, letting her auburn hair spill out onto her shoulders. She laid back and curled up in bed, letting out a heavy breath. She was worn out from the last few days. She pulled pulled out her phone, and opened her notes app. She began writing down her packing list.

‘Trekking pole. Compass. GPS. Headlamp. Extra socks. Water bottle. Trail mix and protein bars. First aid kit. Sunglasses and hat. Sunscreen, lip balm. Bugspray. Lighter. Pepper spray. Whistle. Pull alarm.’

She contemplated other items, but decided to add more later. She really needed a nap. She had been staying up for the last two nights studying, meaning she had only slept for about seven hours over the last three days. She set a timer on her phone, to wake her up at 9pm. She set it on her bedside table, and closed her eyes. She fell asleep in minutes, soundly drifting off, in a well-deserved nap.

#transformers #fanfic #fanfiction #tf fanfic #transformers fanfiction #fanwork #fan au #original character x canon character #deserter!au

[ushijimas-koibito]

request no.3

kuroo, daichi, and ushijima with a s/o who's super clingy and affectionate and basically screams pastel, and then one day they get invited to a really fancy ball or something and s/o's basically the embodiment of "boss b**ch by doja cat" ??? - @why-am-i-here-please-help-me

i was so excited to see this. this is fantastic.

i’ll do my best.

this was my first time taking on a request of this size. i'm sorry it has taken so long. i apologize for any and all tense continuity errors.

please enjoy.

warnings: femme reader/fluff/suggestive content/some cursing

daichi sawamura- summer

the warm midday sun shone on your face. you closed your eyes and leaned your head back and your hair cascaded over your exposed shoulders and down your back tickling your skin. a warm breeze enveloped your skin and you smiled to yourself, enjoying this last summer day. your phone buzzes in your pocket, be there soon, beautiful. practice ran late. your boyfriend, daichi sawamura, was usually pretty punctual but this was the last morning practice of the summer. you could just imagine hinata and kageyama begging for five, ten, fifteen more minutes. you were impressed with their devotion and the team’s stamina.

you sat crosslegged on the low stone wall. you leaned back to soak up the sun. on the wind you could smell the scent of street food wafting toward you. you and daichi decided it might be fun to go to the outdoor market and then have a picnic in the park. you tilted your head to each side stretching your neck and leaning your hands back on the wall. you were so happy to have a relaxing summer day before the chaos of the fall begins. “hello there, beautiful.” you hear daichi’s warm voice ring out as he approaches you, sugawara and asahi in tow. “hey handsome!” he jogs up to you and you lean forward to give him a kiss. he brushes your wind-tousled hair away from your face and his hand drops to your waist to pull you forward. you giggle as he smiles against your lips. “you guys are so cute.” you hear suga say and you pull away to smile at your friends. daichi sighs, hating that the kiss ended so quickly, and pulls back.

daichi offers a hand to help you from the wall. “aw, thanks, suga!” daichi continues to hold your hand, “are you guys coming along with us?” you look between suga and asahi as daichi drapes his arm over your shoulders and kisses your temple. “ah, not this time,” asahi says looking away with a faint blush, “wouldn’t wanna impose..” sugawara laughs, “besides we’re just here to grab some things for tonight.” you look at daichi and then back to sugawara, “tonight? what’s tonight?” sugawara narrows his eyes at daichi, “you didn’t tell her?” daichi sighs, “ukai rented this place out for us tonight for an end of summer party.” he looks down and then up at you, “would you be interested in going?” you wrap your arm around his waist and smile, “sure! sounds fun!” sugawara smiles at you both, “see. i told you she’d want to come.” daichi chuckles, “i’m sorry i didn’t ask you before, but there won’t be many other girls there and i didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable.” you gave him a squeeze, “i got you.. is kiyoko going?” daichi nodded, “i think so, yachi too.” you look to the other guys, “are you guys going?” asahi and suga both nod, “then it should be fun!” daichi beams and gives you another kiss on the head. sugawara gives asahi’s shirt a tug and starts to walk off, “well, you kids enjoy your date and we will see you tonight!” you and daichi wave as asahi and sugawara walk toward the market. “see ya tonight!” he calls after them.

you turn to face daichi and he smiles sheepishly, “alright, what’s the real reason you didn’t ask me?” daichi laughs, “you just can’t be fooled can you,” he looks down at his feet before taking a big breath and saying, “it’s a dance party.” you cross your arms, “ok. and..?” he leans against the wall and pulls you closer to him to stand between his legs, “… and do you know how jealous i would be if you were the only girl there to dance with the whole team?” you laugh and place a hand on his chest, “daichi, come on, you know you’re the only one i wanna dance with and not one of those boys would be interested in dancing with me anyway,” he rolls his eyes, “now you know that’s not true,” he takes your hand and spins you around, “just look at you!” he pulls you close by the loops of your jean shorts and kisses your lips. he curls his middle finger through the loops on your hips and squeezes your hips between his palms, digging his fingertips into you. “daichi..” you say softly and turn your head to look around, he drops his head and chuckles, “sorry,” he says turning to look in the opposite direction, “what can i say, angel,” he looks up at you, “you carry me away.” you kiss his his forehead and then pull him up from the stone wall he was leaning against. “lead the way, i’m going to text the girls and see what we’re wearing,” daichi grabs your other hand and leads you toward the market as you type to the group chat:

perfect. you think as you piece the outfit together in your mind. daichi looks back at you, “uh oh…” he gives your hand a little squeeze, “whenever you get that look, it usually means i’m in trouble.” he raises an eyebrow. “i don’t know what you mean,” you say innocently. he laughs heartily and nudges you with his shoulder, “riiiight.”

you two walked through the market and gathered up some fruit, veggies, street snacks, and pastries for a picnic. you walked up to a flower stall and sniffed some huge blossoms. “aren’t these pretty, daichi?” he looked you over and his eyes lingered on your face, “beautiful.” he said softly, watching you with admiration. “we’ll take a bouquet, please.” he said to the stall keeper and gestured toward the flowers you were smelling. “aw, daichi, you don’t have to..” he waved his hand, “it’s my pleasure.” the shopkeeper wrapped a bouquet of big orange and red blooms into some newspaper, arranging them with other flowers and greenery, and tied it with twine. daichi paid for them and then handed them to you, “beautiful flowers for my beautiful girl.” he always knew exactly what to do and say to make you smile. “thank you, daichi.” he intertwined his fingers with yours, “of course.”

you two walk together with your haul of treats to the park and spread out a blanket near a tree. you set up the meal and take turns trying each others food and feeding each other. by the end of the meal you end up sprawling out next to each other on the blanket picking out shapes in the clouds, “i swear, (y/n), it looks like an elephant,” daichi points at a big fluffy cloud over head, “ok.. more like an animal cracker version of an elephant but an elephant nonetheless.” you giggle and roll on to your side. you prop yourself up on your elbow and take one of the blooms from your bouquet that loosed itself to trace the curves of daichi’s face. he smiles and closes his eyes, tilting his face toward the sun and allowing his hand to absentmindedly mimic your patterns with his fingertips against your thigh.

you watched as the petals delicately brushed his face. his high cheekbones, the delicate slope of his nose, the short, straight lines of his jaw; the soft and slightly tanned skin, his full pink lips.. daichi was sort of beautiful. he wasn’t an imposing beauty like a statue or a demigod, but he was beautiful in a homey sort of way. daichi was the physical embodiment of a feeling. he was honey in your tea, being taken care of when you’re sick, a homemade meal, the feeling of falling into bed after a long day, walking into an air-conditioned room when it’s sweltering outside, drinking ice cold water after working out, hot water on cold skin. daichi was stable, nurturing, and… good. he was the closest thing to pure good you’d ever known in this world. you were lucky to know him, let alone have the pleasure of loving him.

he opened his eyes and looked at you for a long moment, “i can’t tell you how many times i wished this day would last forever,” he rolled on his side and propped himself up on his arm and scooted so that he was nose to nose with you, “but then i remember there are so many days ahead of us, new things, days like today, and better, or worse, but i get them all, and i get them all with you.” he kissed the tip of your nose and played with the frayed cuffs of your jean shorts, “well, i must be the luckiest guy in the world.” he leans over and playfully pushes you back so that he’s hovering over you. there could be a million people staring at you in that park, but you wouldn’t notice. the whole world that existed in that moment lived in the 5 centimeters between your lips.

after some playful kisses, you cleaned up your mess and started the trek home. the sun was hanging low in the sky and you could hear the cicadas sing. every day was a good day with daichi, but this day made you feel so soft and warm. you were reminded of the simple joy of being in love and you felt full and content. you found yourself getting more and more excited for the party. and a dance party no less. the more the sun sank heavy in the sky and the day faded into a hot summer night, the closer you were to being able to let loose and get a little wild with the man of your dreams.

you and daichi were seen as the responsible, mom and dad type couple in your friend group. the team would be more likely to ask you to help with homework or build a budget before asking you to party. it was probably better that the kids didn’t know what went on behind closed doors. they all look up to daichi and see him as the reserved and respectable face of kurasano, but you knew a different side to him; a side you were looking forward to partying with tonight. it was the last night of summer, it was a night the entire team agreed to just let loose and have fun.

you rounded the corner of your street and daichi walked you to your door. “so i’ll be back here in a little while to pick you up, okay?” you nodded and daichi leaned in for a kiss. you playfully pulled away and leaned against the wall with a come-hither grin. daichi bit his lip and placed a hand against the wall just beside your head. he put his other hand on the side of your face and pushed your face gently to the side to expose your neck. he hovered a moment, just over your skin and you could hear him laugh softly before planting the lightest teasing kisses up your neck as he curled his fingers into your hair at the nape of your neck. he slowly pulled back and nibbled at his bottom lip with narrowed eyes, “i look forward to seeing what you’ll be wearing tonight.” his dark eyes had a glint of mischief in them. “i look forward to dancing with you tonight.” you said as you ran your hands from his chest to his hips and pulled him forward against you, “i’m sure it will be a lot of fun,” he said with a strained air of composure. he pressed his lips against yours; gently at first and then firmly before pulling away. “better go get ready or we’ll never leave,” you both laugh and share a few more kisses, “alright, alright,” you say fiddling with your house key, “see you in a bit, handsome.” he smiles and waits at the gate for you to unlock your door, “lookin’ forward to it, beautiful.” you wave at each other and watch as he walks up the lane to his house.

you dash inside to start your ritual. there is so much you need to get done before you go! you pop the flowers in some water and run to your bedroom. you pull the cute two-piece from your closet and hang it up next to your mirror, shoesssss.., you dig around in your closet and find some cute, strappy heels. the two piece set is made of a lovely silk blend. its a soft material that fades from a peachy orange to a bright red like a tropical sunset. the back of the top piece criss-crosses across your back with gold chains that highlight your strong shoulders and waist. the skirt is made of a matching material that is very short with a split up the side held together with criss-crossed chains. you pull out your makeup and other self-care supplies.

in the group chat, kiyoko and yachi are also going through their pre-party routine; discussing the virtues of flats versus heels, matte versus gloss, and how the heck yachi is going to get tadashi’s attention! you slap your phone on the charger and turn on some music. you shower, shave, brush teeth, and put on a face mask. you try to relax as you rub illuminating moisturizer on your legs. after your face mask, you pop on your makeup- brows, perfect eyeliner, highlighter, red lips, coral blush, even a lash. you look at your hair and opt for your natural texture. you flip your hair over to shake some volume in and part it on the side. you slide on your heels and before heading out you snip one of the big blooms and tuck it behind your ear. you look in the mirror and smile, i hope daichi likes it. and right on cue you hear him knock on the door.

you open the door and he turns to see you just as you open the door and meet his eyes. his eyes illuminate and his lips widen into a bright smile, “hello gorgeous,” he says as he steps toward you to give you a careful kiss, mindful not to ruin your makeup, “you look amazing,” he says as he holds out your arms to get a better look at you. you blush as his eyes hungrily take you in. “holy shit, girl!” you hear tanaka’s loud voice from the gate, “no freakin way that’s (y/n)!!!” nishinoya exclaims. “you look gooooooooood, for real, for real! daichi-man you been holdin out on us, captain??!!” tanaka whistles. you giggle as you can see daichi’s blood pressure raise. “it’s me!” you say and then give a little twirl, “you guys aren’t the only ones to clean up nice,” you wink and look at daichi who seems to be forever in awe of you when you interact with the rest of the team. he offers you his arm, “ready, gorgeous?” you take his arm and you all head out.

you meet up with a few others that live in the neighborhood and you all laugh and goof off all the way to the venue. it’s one of those moments that feels more like a movie than real life. you are so happy and your heart is so full. for a moment you lose yourself to the energy of the night when daichi stops you. the others walk on and he wraps you in his arms, “you are truly the most beautiful person i’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing, and i mean that. inside and out.” he pulls away to look you over once more and there in the heat of the night, music blaring in the distance, in this quiet moment, you feel it must be true.

kuroo tetsurō - winter

“good morning, sleepyhead,” you heard your boyfriend’s raspy voice as you opened your eyes. you looked toward the window and saw the sky was still very dark. you groaned softly and pulled a pillow over your face. tetsurou laughed and rolled over onto his side, propping himself up and pulling the pillow away from your face. he slipped his long fingers under his shirt you were wearing and stroked your waist, “c’mon, precious, it won’t be any easier if you continue to lay here.” his head lulled to the side to make sure he was making eye contact with you. his hazel eyes bright and alert. you smiled up at him and wrapped your arm around his waist and grabbed the pillow he pulled off your face and sweetly, sleepily said, “no.” you smashed the pillow against his face and buried your face into the one below underneath you. “alright,” he said through his smug smile. he tossed the pillow you smashed in his face onto the floor and straddled your waist, “if we don’t get up, we’ll miss it.” you looked up at the ever agile tetsu as he leaned his hands on the headboard. your eyes trailed from his low hanging pj pants, up his abdomen, his chest, his sly smile, and finally his eyes. you smiled and pulled him down on top of you, “weighted blanket. can’t go. too comfy.” you felt him laugh against you as you wrapped your arms tighter around his neck, pulling his torso against yours. “baby,” he began seriously, “who knows when we’ll get this chance again.” you loosened your hands so you could look at his face. tetsu looked at you with eyes yearning and burning into your own, “fine,” you whispered with a pout. tetsu rolled back onto his knees and offered his arm to help you up. you wrap your arms around his arm and hang for a moment with a little whine. he laughs, “what a sleepy girl,” he purrs, “i promise it will be worth it. now let’s get dressed and go get coffee!” he stands up and pulls you up to your feet. “…coffee?” you say after a pause looking up at him with hopeful eyes, “yes,” he says while patting the top of your head, “your morning dose of trimethylxanthine, my pet.” you giggle mischievously and bound toward the closet. he shakes his head and watches you pounce around getting dressed.

this morning was special because it was a solar eclipse. tetsu had planned on going to watch it with you since he heard there would be one. he always tried to watch heavenly phenomenon and since you started dating, he always wanted to watch them with you. he would excitedly talk about how it was his “once in a lifetime moment” with his “once in a lifetime girl” and how he “may never get another chance.” he would talk excitedly about how each eclipse was an opportunity to feel the weight of being and to take a moment to appreciate the incredible mysteries of being suspended on a rock in a far corner of a vast universe and that our significance on a universal, global, even national scale was insignificant, but within the minutia, the significance of our being in the moment we become aware, was as close to infinity as we will ever get. tetsu liked to be reminded of his mortality and the balance of his own existence; physically and metaphysically. you were always so impressed by how much he knows and he continues to learn all the time. you are continually inspired by the depth of his gratitude; although it is buried under a surface level of nihilism.

“hey babe,” you called from the bathroom curling your hair, “what’s the weather going to be today?” tetsu rounded the corner into the bathroom while reading his phone, “looks like it might snow later, so, bundle up and don’t forget to pack a jacket.” he plants a kiss on your shoulder and studies you in the mirror, “i don’t want you to get sick.” he walked back into the bedroom and pulled out your bags. that’s right, you thought, today isn’t just a quick trip to watch the solar eclipse. after you both get coffee and watch the solar eclipse, you were headed into the city to stay for the weekend. kuroo’s friend, tsukki and his girlfriend, had invited you both to a winter soiree at the planetarium that night. it was supposed to be a celebration of the new planetarium building and it’s new design features and exhibits. you both were looking forward to this since they invited you.

you shook out your curls and made your way over to the closet. tetsurō was carefully folding his clothes in his suitcase and checking off the list on his phone; tetsurō is calculated and organized. he looks up from his list and asks, “what color is your dress for tonight? i want to make sure my suit matches.” you grab the garment bag from your closet. you have been keeping this dress a surprise since you ordered it and the suspense was killing him. you hadn’t given him any details, as to not ruin it, but he always tried to work around the surprise. he hadn’t been successful until now, “dark blue,” you say with a sigh and he smiled blithely, “good to know,” he nods and thumbs through his suits. he pulls two- a soft cornflower blue day suit and a dark sapphire blue evening suit the exact color of your dress, “which of these is closer?” he tries to muster an innocent smile, “don’t look at me like that, i’m just trying to make sure i compliment you.” his smirk says otherwise. you roll your eyes and say, “the dark blue,” he hangs the light blue suit up, “you finally got a hint.” he nods, “yes, but i won’t be satisfied until i can see you in it.” he zips the dark blue suit into a garment bag with his undershirt, belt, and a small bag with cuff links, watch, and tie clip. tetsurō secretly loves to get dressed up, especially if he can do it with you.

you packed your bits and bobs and started to get dressed for the day. you stood in your underclothes in front of your closet and shifted back and forth, holding up a few sweaters. you turned to see tetsurō who stopped midway putting on his sweater to admire you. you blushed softly, “what?” you asked and he chuckled, pulling his soft black sweater over his head, “nothing,” he walks over to you and looks in the full length mirror, “i just like observing you,” he kisses the top of your head, “the white sweater is my favorite of the two,” he walks nonchalantly toward the bathroom, continuing packing his list. you hold up the white sweater again and look in the mirror. you decide to go with it. you pull on the form fitting white sweater, some high-waisted tight black trousers, and some tall black riding boots. you slip in some dainty earrings and go to put on your necklace. it was a necklace tetsurō gave you for your birthday. it was a silver pendant with a diamond that looked like the north star. you remember him giving it to you and when you asked why the north star he said, “because when i am with you i never worry about feeling lost; you always lead me home.” he was always very thoughtful in his gifts and gestures. he never put unnecessary weight or emphasis on things. everything he does is intentional and purposeful; for someone who sometimes feels as though nothing matters in the vast expanse of time and space, he sure added a lot of sentiment and meaning to life. that’s one of the many things you love about him.

you fiddled with your necklace while being lost in thought when you feel his hands gently stroke your hair to the side and take the clasp from your fingers. he quickly and deftly latches the necklace and kisses the top of your head. tetsurō gives your shoulders a squeeze and walks back over to the suitcase to pack his toiletries. you spritz your perfume and also pack your toiletry bag, “almost ready, my love?” tetsurō calls from the bathroom. “yeah! just need to throw my toothbrush in my bag and we’re good.” you gather your last bits and slip on your long, oversized gray peacoat and grab your big fluffy scarf. “i can’t believe you still have that thing,” he gestures to the scarf. you look down at the wide and well-worn nekoma scarf. you had it made back in the day, when you both were in high school. it was a blanket scarf that was dark red and had tetsurō's name and jersey number on it, “well, it’s still my favorite.” this still made him smile; after all this time, you held onto it. every year he razzes you for keeping it and every year you tell him it’s still your favorite. he walked up to you and wrapped it around you and pulled you in for a kiss, “glad to know i’m still your favorite.” he kisses your nose and playfully wraps the scarf around your head. you paw him away and fix your scarf with a huff. he laughs and pats his pockets making sure he had everything.

you put your bags in the car and head out. it was still dark out and very cold. you make your way to a cafe and you are thankful for the blast of warm air as you walk in. the girls behind the counter gawk at tetsu who is walking behind you and rubbing the tops of your arms to warm you up. you step in line and you each study the menu before stepping up to the register, “cafe au lait for me and—,” he looks down at you prompting you to place your order, “a peppermint mocha, please,” you say. after paying up you stand by the pick up window and wait for your drinks. tetsurō drapes an arm over your shoulders while scrolling through his phone. “we should arrive at the hill in prime time to see the eclipse,” he was visibly buzzing with excitement. whenever he experienced any wave of positive emotion he reached for you. you think he did this in hopes to boost your mood through osmosis.

your drinks arrived and tetsurō gathered them for you. he made sure your lid was on tight and handed it to you, “careful it’s extra hot.” you took it in both of your hands. tetsurō grabbed some extra napkins and tucked them in his pockets and went through his ritual of patting his pockets making sure everything was in order. he turned to you and adjusted your scarf for you, “ready, precious?” you nodded sipping your very hot peppermint mocha. the girls still swooning nearly caused themselves a pulmonary embolism as he opened the door for you. to be fair, you guys are pretty cute..

with an extra spring in his step, tetsu led the way to the hill where you’d watch the solar eclipse. it was in a park near the water and was perfect for this occasion. he looked up at the sky and his hazel eyes seemed to threaten the clotted clouds in the sky. they kept their distance as you made the trek to the apex of the hill. you both manage to find an empty bench. the park seemed to be more full than tetsurō anticipated. this was bittersweet as he had hoped to have a solitary, intimate moment with you, however, he was very excited that others were interested in this event. you cozied into his side and sipped on your mocha. he draped an arm across the back of the bench and you enjoyed the sunrise. the solar eclipse would be happening just shortly after. “this is pretty special because a total solar eclipse only happens every couple years.” tetsurō swirled his cup of coffee, “the longest solar eclipse can occur for almost 8 minutes. i wonder what the universe will give us today.” he stared out at the horizon as you studied his face. his sharp, defined jaw; his upturned nose, his fierce eyes, the slight depression of his dimple likely formed from his near constant smirk. the wind ruffled his messy bedhead that always seemed to be perfect, no matter how he complained about and fought with it.

the sun made its way over the horizon and just as it ignited the sky it began to disappear before your very eyes. the sun became completely consumed, “‘totality occurs when the moon completely obscures sun so only the solar corona is showing,’” tetsurō said with a holy reverence, his eyes glued to the sky and taking everything in. this was his sacred place; his church. you felt honored that he would want to share this with you. you slipped your hand into his and intertwined your fingers. he tightened his hand around yours and he was on the edge of his seat, he was so happy- this made you happy. after a few minutes, you watched the sun reveal itself. tetsurō watched with the adoration of a groom unveiling his bride. he pulled his eyes away just as the sun came back to light and illuminated your face, “thank you so much for sharing this with me, precious,” he leaned his head against the top of yours and loosed your hand to wrap you in an embrace. you began to understand, over the years the more he shared with you the more you would come to know. moments like this were so special and you would treasure them always.

after watching the sunrise, you and tetsurō made your road trip to the city, stopped for some food, and checked into your hotel. you spend some time in the room compiling lists of landmarks and shops you want to go in while you are visiting. the list consists of bookshops, the natural history museum, and a bar that has a rotating rooftop area with a skylit cieling. it was nice to get away for a few days and have some time to go exploring together and see what you can find. you both lounge in bed and eat some ice lollies you picked up from the convenience store. it might be snowing outside but that was a delicious moment of sadism you both loved to indulge in. it was an act of rebellion, a decadent protest to not be anchored to the proprietary demands of the seasons; tetsurō reveled in the idea of contributing to chaos and throwing of the supposed algorithm of fate. you just wanted to eat ice lollies and listen to him talk about physics. it was a win-win.

time passed and it was approaching time for the event. you grabbed your makeup bag and your garment bag and headed to the bathroom, “no peeking.” you said with a sharp look toward tetsu; who threw up his hands with a laugh, “wouldn’t dream of it, precious.” you locked the door just in case. you unzipped the bag to reveal the dress. it was a floor length sapphire blue silk dress with two slits over each leg that started at the hip. it had an overlay of a darker blue with star and moon embellishments made of swarovski crystals. the dress was cut low into a deep v-neck that nearly showed your belly button. the sleeves were off the shoulder and long to point to a v with loops that went over your middle fingers on each hand like a renaissance painting. you also had a silver and sapphire body chain that highlighted your breast and torso to wear under the dress as well as matching garters that clipped with embellished silver moon hosiery clips. your shoes were a sapphire velvet with a heel. you wore your hair in a low bun with loose curls that framed your face. you tucked pins in your hair with matching crystal stars. your makeup was fairly simple with a lovely pale wine lip, big soft lashes, and lots of glittery shimmer over your shoulders, chest, and cheekbones. you finished getting ready and put your long coat on to cover your dress. you wanted your big reveal to be at the planetarium. you walked out in your coat and scarf with a mischievous grin. “oh, come on, that’s just ridiculous.” tetsurō grimaced. he looked sharp in his fitted dark blue suit. “this is all part of my grand plan, tetsu, trust me.” he rolled his eyes with a smirk, “if you insist.” he kissed your forehead and you left for the planetarium.

when you got there you were welcomed by tsukki and his girlfriend, “thanks for coming,” he said as he greeted you and tetsurō, “of course, thanks for inviting us.” you walk in and wait for the coat check. tsukki and tetsurō were catching up as you and tsukki’s girlfriend chatted and waited together. “look kuroo,” tsukki pointed into the next room, “is that..?” they waved at another acquaintance. “tetsurō, give me your coat and go say hello, we’ll catch up in a sec.” he handed you his coat with a kiss and slipped away to go say hello. perfect, you thought. this would give you an opportunity for a grand reveal. tsukki’s girlfriend turned in her coat and walked away to catch up with the boys; per your request. you slipped off your coat and readied yourself for his reaction. the main exhibit area had an interactive ceiling that reflected the night’s sky giving a detailed look at star and planetary placement. the room was illuminated in a wash of blue light and you entered the room.

at that moment, tetsurō turned to see you enter. his jaw fell slack and his eyes sparkled. you walked up to him, “like it?” he gave you a twirl, “very much,” he pulled you in close to him looking you over and taking in every detail, “worth the wait?” you asked in a whisper. he nodded, speechless as he ran his finger beneath the chain of your jewelry on your chest, “you are absolutely stunning.” tetsu takes your hand and gives you another spin. he drapes an arm delicately across the small of your back leading you around the exhibit.

he is oddly quiet and you catch him staring at you for a long moment, “what is it?” you tilt your head and wait as he searches for the words. you both walk to a quiet corner as the main exhibit begins its premier, illuminating the ceiling. “i finally understand the depth of what carl sagan was saying, ‘the nitrogen in our dna, the calcium in our teeth, the iron in our blood, the carbon in our apple pies were made in the interiors of collapsing stars.’ it’s about so much more than our actual biology. there is a radiance of epic proportions that emanates from your soul,” he looks down at you and strokes your cheek, “‘the cosmos is within us. we are made of star-stuff. we are a way for the universe to know itself,’ and i am so fortunate that out of all the possibilities, of all the probabilities in this life, i found you and i get to keep you. this small infinity between us; full of potential. i have found my once in a lifetime girl and the once in a lifetime opportunity to make you infinitely happy.” you squeezed his hand as you shared a soft, tender kiss. a once in a lifetime man with his once in a lifetime girl; a cosmic, supernatural phenomenon all your own in your little shared infinity between two finite beings.

nature is beautiful.

ushijima wakatoshi- fall

“what do you mean you’ve never seen ‘blair witch’?” you turn to look at your boyfriend, ushijima wakatoshi, who is staring back at you with wide eyes, “pumpkin, you know i haven’t seen most movies, let alone most horror movies.” your mouth pops open in awe, “but it’s a classic.” he shrugs and goes back to filling the bowls with candy for trick-or-treaters. wakatoshi didn’t really have the opportunity to participate in most holidays like the average person because of his insane schedule, however, this halloween was on a saturday and he was dating you, the scream queen herself. you sat cross-legged in front of your dvd collection, your horror collection spread out in front of you. your apartment was decorated magnificently with tons of old school and DIY decorations you convinced ushijima to do with you. your marshmallow candles flickered and filled the room with the scent of s’mores and you looked over the coffee table set up with small pumpkins and carving supplies. it was a perfect halloween- spooky clouds, chilly breeze, and a whole day free with wakatoshi in your matching pajamas.

he plopped down on the couch with one of the candy bowls. you popped in the dvd and scrambled up beside him with a chunky knit blanket. “i think you’re really going to like it, toshi. this will get us in the mood for tonight for sure!” wakatoshi kept an eye on the tv while cutting the tops off your pumpkins. he handed you a spoon and you both dug in to start getting the seeds and guts out. “how are you going to decorate yours, toshi?” he looked for a long moment studying the surface of his pumpkin. you imagined this is the exact face michelangelo made looking up at the ceiling of the sistine chapel. he looked sideways at you, “it’s a surprise.” you chuckled and shook your head. he held his pumpkin and turned it over in his hands. he leaned into the couch and stretched his long legs out in front of him crossing his feet at the ankles. you smiled seeing he was wearing the fall pun socks you got for him, “i’m so corny” with little ears of corn all over them. you never thought of wakatoshi to be the type to enjoy goofy, simple things but he ate it up. he loved your silly puns, your makeshift decorations, and your spirit. anything that made you smile, he was down to try.

you paused your pumpkin carving to sip on the hot apple cider you both made. it was the first time either of you had made cider and it was an event. the easy part was wandering around the market, picking out the apples and spices, and walking home through the leaf ladened park. making the cider was a lot more difficult than you thought and you sort of regretted promising jugs of apple cider to your friends. however, the vision of wakatoshi using the cider press would linger deliciously in your mind for days to come. as you sipped your cider, you recalled his serious brow furrowing as he strained against the old-school press, open flannel shirt, and windblown hair; absolutely worth every bit of frustration. the memory made the flavor more decadent. “how is it?” he asked. “delightful,” you said with a soft smile.

you picked up your pumpkin once more. you had chosen a classic smiling jack-o-lantern face for your pumpkin. it was befitting the rest of your home’s motif. you peeked over at his and smiled seeing the silhouette of his favorite childhood character with it’s round body and puffy gloves. he was concentrating while also trying to pay attention to the movie. he would occasionally blow his hair out of his eyes and wipe his brow with the back of his hand; it was like you were kids again.

your phone buzzed next to you, it was from tendou.

“you excited for tonight?” you smiled

“absolutely! what are you going as?”

“i think i’m going to be pennywise! what about you and ushi?”

you tapped your finger against your chin before sending your message.

“it’s a surprise ;)”

you could feel his frustration through the phone.

“who’s that?” wakatoshi said as he nodded his head towards your phone. “tendou. he wants to know what our costumes are tonight.” ushijima sat up straight and looked at you very seriously, “you didn’t tell him did you?!” he exclaimed. you laughed softly, “no, no, i told him it was a surprise.” he relaxed, “excellent; i want them all to be surprised.” he smirked as he continued to whittle his pumpkin.

you and wakatoshi had planned an epic couples costume that was sure to shock everyone. the two of you were so wholesome and reserved that you really wanted to blow everyone’s socks off. you looked over your shoulder and admired your carefully curated costumes. you smiled to yourself knowing that everyone was probably expecting you to show up as something cutesy and sweet, but these costumes… THESE costumes… surprising.

after watching a few films, finishing your pumpkins, and eating your weight in pizza and candy; it was time to get dressed. wakatoshi eyed the skimpy material skeptically, “c’mon, toshi, it will be amazing! trust me!” you scamper off with your costume and get ready. you do your hair and your makeup following a tutorial entitled “victoria’s secret bombshell glow”. you felt like a glowing bombshell for sure. you fixed your top hat to your big curls and wrestled with the glitter and eyelashes and squeezed into the tiny gold spandex shorts and finally turned around… you started at your feet and the glittering, sky high booties, up to your fishnets, tiny gold shorts, exposed abs, the gold and black lingerie push up bra, little red silk jacket with black lapels and gold ornate designs, big bouncy curls and top hat with gold band and veil… you felt hooooot.

wakatoshi knocked on the door, “i think i need a little help, (y/n).” he opened the door and was wrestling with the arm bands of the singlet for his strongman costume. his exposed chest, abs and shoulders were oiled with body shimmer oil. he looked like adonis. his eyes fell on you. he was speechless in a whole new way. “(y/n)-..” he trailed off, his fake vintage mustache falling into your hands. “like it?” you asked twirling around in a cloud of glitter and hairspray. “y-yes.. very much.” he said quietly. he was entranced. “let’s take a picture, toshi!” you pushed his mustache to his upper lip and he caught you by the arm. your breath caught in your throat as you looked into his eyes. “t-toshi?” you said softly, blushing. “trick or teat, (y/n).” he pressed his lips firmly into yours and pulled you close. as you pulled away, his serious face melted and he started to laugh- his mustache had stuck to your upper lip. he grabbed his phone and said, “smile, pumpkin. it’s going to be a wild night.” you posed seductively as ushijima flexed for the photo and he sent it to the team. your phone started to blow up and you both laughed, reading the reactions of your friends.

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[fromtheboundlesssea]

Love’s Not Always Wise Ch 66

Jon V

They sat astride their horses, waiting to meet with Ramsay. They kept the Knights of the Vale far away and the Riverlords would be arriving the next day.

Jon watched Robb, who was stiff and unyielding. He wondered if it had been wise to let Robb come. It wasn’t that he thought the Bolton’s forces shouldn’t be aware of the King in the North being alive, but he felt that it was unwise because of how Robb might react to the man who was hurting Celia.

A memory of Celia crawling into Jon’s bed after a bad dream slipped into his mind and he wondered if it was a bad idea for him to come as well.

Jon watched as who he assumed was Ramsay and his men approached them. He was already predisposed to dislike the man. But his face was quite punchable in its own right.

“I had heard rumors that Robb Stark still lived,” Ramsay said. “I thought it was perhaps the opposite of a ghost story. So many people want the wolves to come again. I can’t imagine why. It’s so much more fun this way.” He paused and smiled. “Do you have my daughter with you?” At that, Robb tensed and Jon saw his jaw clench. “And my Reek. I fear that he has been missed.” Jon was briefly grateful that Theon had staunchly refused to come or bring Cat anywhere near this. “As my father won the seat of Winterfell through an act of conquest, if you kneel before me and proclaim me the true Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North, I will pardon Jon Snow for deserting the Night Watch, any lords that accompanied you, I might even allow the Starks Dreadfort. All you have to do is the simple thing of bending the knee.”

“And why would we do that?” Robb asked.

“You don’t have the men, you don’t have the horses, and you don’t have Winterfell. Why lead those who follow you to the slaughter? I know that is your way of doing things, but there’s no need for a battle. Get off your horse and kneel. I’m a man of mercy after all.”

“You’re right,” Jon said. His brother and sister looked at him sharply. “There’s no need for a battle. Thousands of men don’t need to die. Only one of us. Let’s end this the old way. You against me.”

There was a wild look in Ramsay’s eyes. He chuckled. “I keep hearing stories about you, bastard. The way people in the North talk about you, you’re the greatest swordsman who ever walked. Maybe you are that good. Maybe not. I don’t know if I’d beat you. But I know that my army will beat yours. I have six thousand men. You have, what, half that? Not even?”

“Will your men fight for you,” Robb asked. “When they hear you wouldn’t fight for them?”

Ramsay sneered. “You’re good. Very good. I can almost understand why you were undefeated in your strategies. But tell me, will you let your little brother die because you’re too proud to surrender?”

“How do we know you have him?” Sansa asked.

A wolf head, a head too large to be a regular wolf, a head the size of Ghost’s, was thrown before them.

“You’re going to die tomorrow, Ramsay,” Jon said, his voice like burning ice. “Sleep well.”

Continue on Ao3

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[thewildomega]

Second Chance Ch. 4

Driving down the road you glanced again to the rear view mirror to see Nook's cage still strapped in the bed of your truck. You had thrown a tarp over it to keep the wind off of him and also help with the noise. Letting out a small sigh you looked back to the road. 

"Have you helped other animals before?" he asked her. They had been driving now for about an hour and spent the time talking about this and that. Well mostly him talking. He had been quick to notice that she wasn't much of a talker or rather she wasn't much for talking about herself. Not in a rude way though, she was never rude in fact she was kind. Quiet and kind. 

Nodding you grinned a bit, "Yes."

"What kinds?"

"Well I've done deer, foxes, a rabbit, dogs, cats. There was an owl and a wolf..."

"A wolf?" he asked, his brows raising a bit. 

Nodding you smiled. "Yep, he was definitely my toughest patient yet. He was about a year and a half when I got him, one of the local hunters found him stuck in one of their traps. He had broken his leg and nearly ripped off all the skin around it trying to get loose. They were going to put him down but I got there first. We tranquilized him so I could get his leg out without hurting him even more. I brought him home and got it all cleaned and bandaged before he woke up. Once he did wake up though..." you said with a huff and then grinned. "I'm pretty sure he wanted to eat me." you told him and heard him laugh. 

"So what happened then?" he asked, enjoying her story and seeing how much it made her smile. 

"Well I kept working with him for the next month. I didn't want to tranquilize him every time I had to clean his leg so I slowly got him to let me see it which didn't work all that well because he bit me when I poured the alcohol on it..."

"He bit you?"

"Yep. Right on my thigh." you told him. "He bit me again the next day when I went to feed him but he learned his lesson real quick." 

"What do you mean by that? What did you do?"

Licking your lips you tilted your head a bit, "I... well I bit him back." 

"You bit a wolf?" he asked with a chuckle.

"Hey he bit me first. The time with his leg I get, he was in pain but the second time I didn't even do anything, I was just bringing him something to eat." you quickly said, defensively and heard him laugh loudly. "Laugh all you want, he didn't bite me no more after that. Actually after that we got along pretty damn good." you said with a smile. 

"So were you able to release him as well?' he asked.

"Yes, I took him to the National park as well. Come to think of it you might get to see him, his pack stays around where we are taking Nook and sometimes when I go up here he comes to pay me a visit." 

"Does this wolf have a name?" he asked. 

"Smoke." you said with a proud smile. 

Grinning at seeing her smile he felt that warming in his chest and sighed. A while later she pulled up to a small place and parked the truck before turning it off.

"Come on we'll go grab a drink. We're about halfway there now." you told him, taking off your seatbelt and getting out of the truck. 

Following her into the store he noticed it was a bit colder here than it was at her home and was glad she had mentioned him bringing the thicker over shirt she had bought him. Standing beside her he looked over the many different drinks with his arms crossed over his chest. "There are so many different options." 

Giggling you nodded. Reaching forward to grab your own you saw him look to what you had and raised it for him to see. "It's a green tea. It's got ginseng in it and honey. They are really good and actually cheap." When he moved to grab one you quickly spoke up. "You don't have to get this, get whatever you want." 

"I'm going to take your word on it darling." he told her with a smile. 

Returning his smile you nodded and turned to the other isles "Do you want a snack?" 

"More choices. Any recommendations?" he grinned down at her.

Humming you looked over the snacks and then up to him. "Depends if you want something sweet or salty... or both." 

Looking down into her eyes he again felt that warmth in his chest. He enjoyed how small she was next to him but not as small as she would have been if he was his normal height. Standing beside him she came up to about his mid chest. He was still much wider than her, much larger but in a good way. 

Seeing him just looking at you and then realizing you were just looking back you blinked and reached forward to grab a bag of chips. "Here how about these and some jerky?" you asked. 

Snapping out of his thoughts he looked to the bag she had been holding out for him to take and nodded. "Sounds good lass." 

Once they were back in the truck he munched on the chips which were actually really good, the drink as well. 

"So what does this home island of yours look like?" you asked, wanting something to talk about. 

"Sphinx? Well it's a small island, it's better off than it used to be, when I was a boy it was a rough place. Now it's a peaceful place.. or at least it was... I would hope by boys would keep an eye on it for me." he said, mumbling the last part to himself. "Anyway it has mountains and hills with bright green grass, flowering shrubs and evergreen trees...."

Listening to him describe the island you couldn't help but smile softly at how much he seemed to care about his home. When you started asking about his crew, the people he considered his sons and daughters you smiled even brighter at the genuine love in his voice, in his smile. You learned that Marco was his first and how then after more and more joined him. When he spoke of his sons, Thatch and Ace you saw his smile falter and his eyes turn sad. He told you about how they had been killed. Thatch being killed by this Blackbeard fellow over the devil fruit he wanted. Then there was Ace who he told you was the true son of his long rival Gol D. Rogers. He told you how he was meant to be killed for simply being the son of the king of the pirates. 

"A child should never be punished for their parents wrongdoings." he said deeply. 

Hearing the pain in his voice you licked your lips. "I'm sorry for your losses Edward." you said softly. Seeing his eyes meet yours you gave a sad grin. "Thatch and Ace sound like they were amazing people, all of your children do. Also sounds like you raised them all to be great individuals and to do what they deemed to be the right thing. Ace may have died but he died saving his little brother, that's a very selfless and courageous thing to do. Something that he and the rest of your family learned from their father no doubt." 

Blinking he looked into her kind e/c eyes and sighed softly, feeling a sort of peace come over him. "Thank you y/n."  Seeing her smile he looked around and noticed that they had stopped. Looking around at the landscape he saw tall snow covered mountains and a large lake, all of which were very beautiful. "This is it?" he asked and saw her nod. Damn, seems like every time he went to ask her about her own life something came up.

"Hey y/n."

Hearing the male voice he looked out the window to see a man coming over to the vehicle and noticed y/n getting out. 

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Standing back he watched the scene in front of him with a small smile. Y/n seemed to have no fear, or at least none that dealt with animals. After arriving at the park Tyler, the you, well he guessed he was older than him now, the park ranger had welcomed them. Y/n had introduced them to one another, telling this Tyler that he was her friend which put a smile on his face. Helping her get Nook out of the cage they had loaded into the truck at her home he saw y/n let him out making he cub instantly run to her legs. It hadn't been hard for him to notice the sad grin on her face as she looked down at the cub. Although she kept saying how she was happy he was going to be released back into the wild, to live a life of freedom he could tell she was going to miss him. 

Following Y/n and Tyler through the park they got to a boat and saw Tyler step down into it, y/n following him and calling for Nook to as well. When the cub looked hesitant to follow he chuckled and lifted him up before stepping into the boat and handing Nook over to y/n who had sat down on the back bench. Taking a seat next to her he watched as the cub went about playing with her and then him. Grinning he allowed him to gnaw on his hand and arm, listening to his little growls and grunts. 

When Tyler started the boat you felt Nook tensed and noticed Edward tense as well. Grinning you looked to him and saw him look towards the motor on the back. "I take it there is no motors in your world?"

"No darling we use sails." he told her.

"Alright ya'll hold on." Tyler called back before taking off.

"What if there is no wind?" you asked over the motor, holding onto Nook tightly. 

"Then you either sit there until it starts back up or use the oars." he told her. Noticing Nook start panicking and Y/n having trouble holding the bear cub that was about half the size of her he scooted closer and quickly wrapped his arms around both her and the cub as they hit a rough spot and she almost fell. "Woah, I got you lass." 

Snapping your eyes up to him you saw him looking down at you with his warm yellow eyes. Feeling the warmth from his body you swallowed hard and gave a grin, "Ugh...thanks." you said, looking back down at Nook to hopefully hide your blush. 

It was about a ten minute ride across the lake to the area where Nook would be released at. Helping Y/n out of the boat he enjoyed the feel of her hand in his for that short moment. Following her and Tyler once again they walked along a trail, listening to the two of them talk. 

"Beth is already there with Kayla and her cubs. She has been very calm for the past few days and we have been trying to keep her around this one area." Tyler spoke. 

"Well I think she will do good with him, She has taken in foster cubs before and she has some of her own right now so that's a plus." you said. 

"Yea, we are hopeful that within a years time Nook will be able to start heading out on his own after learning from Kayla." 

Making their way to an open meadow of sorts he looked out to see a large bear with two other ones close by her. Getting closer he saw what looked to be something along the lines of a smaller vehicle and a woman standing by it. As she turned to them he saw her smile. 

"Y/n, it's good to see you again. I see you brought a friend this time."

"You to Beth. Yea, this is Edward, Nook's latest chew toy. Edward this is Beth, Tyler's wife. She works directly with the bears here at the park." you said with a small smile up at the tall man. 

Chuckling at her words he smiled down at the woman and gave her hand a small shake when he saw her hold her own out. 

That had been a few hours ago. Now he watched along with Tyler and Kayla as the small woman worked with the bears. Y/n seemed to be completely in her element with the wild animals, a smile on her face. She even stood close to the mother bear, giving her small treats out of her hand and rubbing her. To everyone's surprise it had taken no time at all for Kayla to accept the new cub. Now Nook was playing with the other two cubs but every now and again he would come back over to hug Y/n's legs. 

"She really is something isn't she?" Beth asked with a smile. 

"Yes she is, I think the bears like her more than they do you honey." Tyler chuckled. 

"Well in my defense I have yet to see an animal that doesn't take to her." Beth said with a grin. "Smoke especially." 

"Very true, that wolf hates everyone but her." Tyler said. 

"Really?' he asked, joining in on the conversation.

"Oh yes, There is no one else that he allows near him. Even if it's one of the park rangers he starts showing his teeth but her, well I'm sure you will see for yourself, y/n is sure to go pay her demon child a visit while she is here. Warning before hand though, don't touch her or even get close to her while he is near or you're going to end up with about 42 sharp teeth in you." Tyler warned. 

"I take it that was a lesson learned by someone before?" he asked, one brow raised. 

Nodding Tyler looked to him, "One of the old rangers that worked here, Chris. Everyone tried telling him how iffy Smoke was of people. He followed y/n up there one day when she came hiking..."

"Stalking her is more like it." Beth huffed. 

"Stalking her?' he asked with a frown.

"Well yea okay. He had a thing for her and didn't really know how to take a hint that she wasn't interested." Tyler said, rubbing the back of his head. "Anyways Chris followed her up to where Smoke and his pack stay at and well it didn't end well."

"He practically ripped off Chris's thigh when he tried to wrap his arm around y/n." Beth added in. 

Raising both of his brows he looked across to Y/n and saw her still playing with the bears. "Is he like that with everyone she brings as well?" he asked and saw the couple look to him with furrowed brows. 

"You are the only person that she has ever brought with her." Beth told the large man. 

Sighing you watched as Nook tumbled around with the other bear cubs and interacted with Kayla, the mother bear already acting like she was hers. You knew you needed to slip away now. You always hated this part. Crouching down you saw Nook look to you and move over to go tackle you like he always did. Placing your hand behind you to balance yourself you rubbed his head and scratched behind his ear. "You be a good boy and don't give Kayla a hard time huh." you smiled softly. "I'll come back and see you in a month or so okay." kissing the top of his head you stood when he ran back over to the other cubs. Looking to Kayla she must have understood and you heard her let out a small huff before walking away, the cubs following right behind her. Turning around you moved over to Edward and the others but stopped when you felt a thump against your legs. Looking down you saw Nook there and smiled, "You go on now." you told him. 

Watching her and the bear cub she had been raising for almost a month now look at each other he tilted his head. Seeing Nook nuzzle into her leg and let out a grunt he smiled as the cub took off towards the others. 

"And some people saw animals don't have feelings." Beth huffed. 

Smiling you watched him go over the hill and then looked up to Edward to see him smiling softly down at you. "So want to go see Smoke?" you asked. 

"Where you go I will follow darling." 

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It had been true what Beth and Tyler told him. As soon as they had gotten close to the wolf's den and Y/n had let out a loud whistle he had heard many wolves and saw them instantly come running over to Y/n and him. Stiffening he readied himself to act if they tried to attack her but to his surprise he saw them instantly knock her to the ground and start licking her, their tails wagging and little noises come from them. 

"Aw come on guys I already had my bath for today." you grumbled as the wolves went about licking at your face, neck and hair. Hearing Edward laugh the wolves seemed to notice him and some of the younger pups went over to sniff at his feet and legs. Crouching down some and going to pet them he saw some of the other ones quickly move away from y/n and glanced up to see a larger male come trotting over to them. The male was quick to pull his lips back over his teeth in a snarl, his tail bushing up in warning. That had to be him. 

"Smoke." you said in a motherly tone. "Come here bud." you called, noticing how the wolf was looking at Edward like he was his next meal. Sitting up you watched as smoke came over to you and instantly started smelling at you, no doubt picking up Nook's scent. "Yep yep I know I cheated on you." you told him, moving your hand to pet him. 

The wolf had kept his eyes on him the whole time and every time he had moved even a fraction of an inch towards y/n the wolf had started to growl. Before long though Y/n had said they need to head back, it was already getting late and they still had a long ride back to her home. 

Leaving the park you decided to stop for some supper on the way back home. Getting a booth in the back you had sat across from Edward and ordered a white Russian and a glass of water for yourself, "They have ale of you want." 

"Ill take one of those then." he told the woman with a grin and saw her nod, telling them she would be back with their drinks soon and handing them their menus. Looking it over he glanced across the table to Y/n and saw her reading over the menu. Looking back down he glanced over everything and saw her put down her menu. "Already decided darling?" 

Nodding you smiled. "Yep, do you have an idea of what you want?" you asked. 

Humming he gave a nod and placed his menu down just as the waitress came over with their drinks. Seeing something white get placed down in front of Y/n he knit his brows but said nothing as he and she ordered their food. He had been surprised when she ordered a steak. Good to see you actually eating something lass." he said in a teasing manner.

"Ha ha. I do eat, when I have time." you told him. Sipping at your drink you saw him looking it over and grinned. "What?"

"Is that milk?" he asked looking at the short glass with the darker brown liquid onto he bottom and this whiteish liquid clouding over the top. 

Giggling you smiled. "No, it's called a white Russian." Stirring it to blend it all together you looked up at him and rose a brow, "Want to try it?" you asked. 

Looking to her he hummed, "I suppose." Taking it from her when she slid it across the table he lifted it up and took a sip from the glass. Tasting the alcohol and coffee flavor he hummed as he sat it back in front of her. "It's good but I think I will stick to my sake."

"I've never had sake." you said and saw his eyes go wide. 

"You're kidding?"

Shaking your head you saw him smile. "We are going to have to change that darling. Now I don't know about the sake here but back in my world..." humming at the end he heard her give a small laugh again. 

"Here I'll add it to my list." you said, taking the small notebook out of your purse and flipping to the page you were looking for. "Try Sake." you said as you wrote. 

Seeing her write it in that book of hers he narrowed his eyes and tilted his head. He had seen her writing in it before but he didn't exactly know what it was. "What is that thing you have there." 

"Oh this... it's just this notebook I keep on me. I write my reminders and stuff like that in there. Then in the back there is my bucket list." 

"Bucket list?" he asked. 

"Yea it's this list you can make, things you want to do or try before you kick the bucket." you told him, folding the notebook back up and placing it back in your purse. 

Humming he looked at her as he lifted his own drink to his lips. "So what's some of the things on your list?"

"Um... well there's stuff like see the Niagara falls, try sake..." you named, thinking about some of the other things to tell him that wouldn't make you sound pathetic. "Uh, well see the ocean..." 

"Wait." he said and saw her stiffen. "You have never been to the sea, never seen it?" 

"Well I mean I've seen it on TV and stuff...." 

"But you have never personally been to it?" he asked and saw her shake her head. Letting out a deep sigh he looked to her and shook his head. "Never tried sake, never been to the sea... your killing me lass." he said and heard her let out a small chuckle, her eyes dropping to her lap. Thinking he may have embarrassed her he went to speak but then their plates were being set down in front of them. 

After they both had ate and she had paid for their food they went back out to the truck and he readied himself for the long drive back to her home. They had ate in a comfortable silence but something had been itching at him for a while now and he wanted to ask. "Y/n darling..." he said and heard her hum. "How come I've never heard you talk about any of your family,  I've been with you for a little over a week now, you've heard me talk about mine but you never mention anything about your own. Where are they?" he asked, noticing her stiffen up and her lip move between her teeth. "I don't' mean to push you on it lass, I'm... well I'm just curious."

Taking a deep breath you sighed. "It's not something I like to talk about... not something I like to think about." you told him honestly, not wanting to sound rude you licked your lips. " I... don't know where they are and I likely never will." 

Hearing this he frowned, being able to pick up on the pain in her voice, the sadness, the loneliness. While he wanted to know more he wouldn't push it, for now. "Alright darling, I understand." he said and saw her nod. Hearing her phone ring he saw her pull it out and answer it, listening as she talked to someone from her work as it sounded. Thinking about what had just happened he looked out the window into the dark landscape. He had seen people with troubled pasts before, most of his children came from rough pasts and it was because of that he he knew that he would need to have patience and not push her, or else she would shut down. 

Moving to hold the wheel with your elbow you brushed back your hair and grit your teeth as Trish went about venting to you about the bar tonight and how she would need a break tomorrow. Then she threw in how she wanted to hang out with her boyfriend and blah blah blah. "Okay. Yea fine, I'll take your shift tomorrow. Look though I can't work morning the day after I... hello... Trish..." Pulling your phone away you saw she had hung up on you and shook your head. "bitch." you muttered under your breath. 

Hearing her curse he rose his brows and looked over to her, "Something wrong lass?" 

"Just an issue at work." you sighed. 

It was early into the morning when they arrived back at her home, the clock reading 4:26 am. Having to make a detour when there had been an accident it put them getting home later than they should have. A few times he couldn't help but doze off making him feel guilty knowing she very well couldn't sleep. Taking off his boots he turned to the woman and saw her rubbing her eyes. "I would say goodnight to you but well it's morning." he chuckled and heard her hum, her lips tugging up the tiniest amount. 

"Sorry about us getting back so late." you said, dropping your purse to the entry table and kicking off your boots. 

"Don't apologize darling it was nice, I enjoyed the time with you." he grinned. 

Glad for the dark room to hide your blush you took a deep breath. "Well thank you for the company." you told him and then covered a yawn. "I think I am going to try and get some sleep, I have to be at work in a few hours." 

Frowning at that he saw her already walking towards her bedroom. 

"Good morning Edward." you said, waving back to him. 

Smiling a little he let out a huff and then moved to his own bedroom. "You too lass." 

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Silver Rose [Vergil/Reader] [V/Reader]{Devil May Cry} Splitting Fool

AN: This chapter is another long one. The point of view shifts quite a bit in this chapter. Each time there’s a break and a time stamp, I’ve shifted the POV. The purpose for this is to allow me to convey all the details in the scene that should be addressed.

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May 3rd, 11:40pm

Try as you might, you weren’t able to hide your red rimmed eyes when Dante called you downstairs for the second time that night. Something akin to sympathy settled in your brother-in-law’s eyes as he addressed you, “Y/N, V doesn’t have a place to stay. Is it alright for him to take the guest bedroom?”

You paused on the small bottom stair landing, staring down Dante before shifting your gaze to your new client.

V, the mysterious client, wouldn’t directly meet your gaze at first, head bowed and posture hunched over the walking cane that supported his weight. There seemed to be an air of guilt that surrounded the younger man beyond that of chastisement from Dante’s earlier ‘talk’. But what could he be feeling guilty about? You wondered, observing V as he slowly raised his head, dark green eyes meeting your own. “It’s really not necessary,” V reassured with a half hearted smirk, “I really must be on my way.”

The posture… the manner in which he held himself… it was one you saw many times before. Slouched… raven locks limp and unwashed… slight shadows under the eyes… He’s fatigued… Tired… when was the last time he allowed himself to rest? It brought back memories… some happy, some painful. Like Dante… Like Nero… Like Vergil… Like me…

“At least stay the night, V.” You suggested impulsively, stepping down the last few steps to stand in front of the younger man. “You look like you need the rest.” Like you need a safe place to rest your head. Like you need someone to help you shoulder your burdens.

“I don’t believe that I should overstay my welcome. I should-”

“I insist.” You interrupt, a gentle smile on your lips.

V hesitates as he stares into your eyes, which peer up at him empathetically. He knows that he should leave this place. That he needed to go get Nero. But when have I been able to say no when she looks at me with those eyes? Dark green eyes shut as a heavy sigh escapes his lips. The man knew exactly when he was able to deny her. He knew that he’d done it many times before. “…Then I thank you for your hospitality.”

As your smile brightens, chiming that you would go prepare the guest bedroom, V finds himself staring after you, wondering… lamenting why it was that he had ever been able to bring himself to cause you pain.

My Spectre around me night and day,

Like a wild beast guards my way;

My Emanation far within

Weeps incessantly for my sin.

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1am

He could sense your restlessness from down the hallway, and he knew that it was because of the sudden reminder of a painful past. He could hear the quiet whimpers coming from you as you suffered in silence and in the dark, not wanting to bother anyone with problems that you believed should have been resolved with time. Your voice, your suffering called to him, and though he knew that he was what plagued you, he found himself following your voice until he stood outside your door, listening to you cry.

Slipping through the door, he found himself in a position that seemed very familiar. The rain pattered upon the window pane as he stood in the middle of your dark room, watching you sleep, haunted by nightmares of him.

“No… don’t…. Please…. Vergil.” You begged for a phantom to stay within your nightmare, tossing your head back and forth in denial with your arms outstretched to catch someone that had abandoned you so many years ago.

He found himself growing angry at the phantom within your nightmares, gritting teeth and pacing to and fro the length of your room. All around were reminders of the phantom, but he could make out how you’d displayed his gifts to you from years ago. The Silver Rose rested on your bedside table, and he could see that the sapphire necklace that he’d given you rested on a vanity display. He allowed a pleased hum to escape his lips before making a discussion, wanting to comfort you the best he could.

Unlike when he’d been Nelo Angelo, he decided not to stand and watch, and joined you in bed, making sure you were comfortable before settling in. He brought his head close towards your own before allowing his own eyes to close in sleep.

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3am

V slept restlessly from his place in the guest room down the hall. The bed and pillows were comfortable and clean, a luxury that he hadn’t been able to experience in a very long time, but he still found himself troubled. Every time V would close his eyes, anxiety and urgency seemed to wage a war on his mind. The mortal man knew that he didn’t have the time to be resting. That he should have gone back to Red Grave City to keep an eye on Urizen’s progress, but when you’d offered V a place to stay despite how he’d callously brought back past memories, he couldn’t help himself.

It was something that V had to constantly remind himself about now that he was around you. That while V the mortal man had the memories and emotions of Vergil, he was not the older Sparda twin. And yet, the guilt remained, a constant nagging pull to make amends. The fragmented man would close his eyes, begging for a dreamless rest, and wake an hour later from nightmarish memories.

A family home in flames.

Fleeing from the enemies of Sparda.

Watching in horror as his best friend was stabbed by a pair of absurdly large scissors

Helpless as he watch the woman he loved most be hurt by the venom that spewed from his own mouth.

“What am I to you that you could just toss me aside?”

V tried to halt his tongue, knowing what would spill from his traitorous lips.

“A burden.” He closed his eyes as your tears fell, not wanting to see the heartbroken expression on your face. But even when he closed his eyes, he couldn’t escape what he knew would come next.

V could see your face, still shedding tears, morph with the darkness, until you were hunched over, blood dripping from your lips… the Yamato buried to the hilt in your abdomen. The horror that appeared on your face mirrored V’s as he scrambled to support your body, only to once more be unable to move. And then, all at once, it was like he was detached from his body, watching as Vergil violently yanked the Yamato free of your abdomen… his wife’s abdomen before leaving her bleeding out on the apex of Temen Ni Gru.

A tortured sob left V’s mouth as he forced himself to wake from the nightmare… from the memories. Shaking… Shivering… On the verge of tears, V sat up from the guest bed and extended his hand towards the nightstand where he’d left his volume of William Blake poems. Tracing the golden etchings on the cover, the mysterious young man closed his eyes and forced himself to breathe deeply, counting the seconds that passed with each breath. Once satisfied with the stability of his breathing and the calm rhythm of his heart, V shifted to turn on the small lamp beside the bed, bringing just the slightest of illumination to the previously dark room. Flipping to a random page in the book, V read the first line aloud.

“Wept for me, for thee, for all,

When he was an infant small.

Thou his image ever see.

Heavenly face that smiles on thee,”

He chuckled at the coincidental poem before closing the book, throwing his legs over the side of the bed to stand. How strange… V thought, his eyes scanning the guest bedroom for his feline companion. Shadow usually would have appeared by now. Glancing down at the ink that decorated his body, the man hummed in surprise when he found that his tattoos for Shadow were missing. Dark green eyes darted over to the bedroom door in confusion, “Where did you head off to now?”

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3:10am

You awoke to the pleasant sound of a deep rumble under your head. It was soothing and seemed to intensify when you burrowed further into your pillow. A purr… Blinking your tired eyes open, you first noticed that your pillow was a different color than it had been before you fell asleep. Instantly alert, you raised your head to stare at what you were snuggling up with. The lights from the street signs outside illuminate your room enough to see that it was indeed a large panther that you had cuddled up to. That’s a… big cat. You observed sleepily, sitting up cautiously so as not to disturb the slumbering feline.

Your efforts to be sneaky are futile when you notice the two glowing red eyes staring up at you. The cat stares up at you for a few moments as you freeze in place before its tail twitches and it rises to sit on its hind legs, its size easily allowing it to match your sitting height. Eyes wide, you want to scream in alarm at having such a strange predator in your bed, but can only gulp nervously as it leans forward, maw dropping open. You close your eyes, hoping that you won’t be mawled by the panther. Out of everything I’ve faced in my life, don’t tell me the thing that gets to kill me is an overgrown cat…

Something rough and wet licks your face before something warm and fuzzy nuzzles into the space under your chin. You open your eyes when the cat starts to purr in contentment as it nuzzles its head into you. Shocked, you hesitantly raise a hand to pet the panther, and its purring grows in volume. “This is so weird.” You mutter, befuddled, but enjoying the affection from the panther.

A knock at the door, interrupts the peaceful moment, and while you don’t stop petting the large cat, you open your mouth to answer the knock. “Come in.”

The door cracks open slowly, and it is V that steps through the door, posture slightly straighter, but even in the dark, you could tell that he hadn’t rested peacefully. His gaze is cast to the ground as he enters your room, closing the door behind him. “Pardon my intrusion, Y/N. I was looking for one of my companions.” His gaze raises to look in your direction, but not at you. “Shadow… it’s not nice to sneak into a woman’s bed.”

The cat, Shadow, pauses in its activities, its back suddenly ramrod straight as it stares at V, judging and silent as it flickers its tail. It doesn’t seem interested in leaving your side despite V’s chastisement.

V’s lips thin in disapproval, “My apologies for disturbing your rest, Y/N. We should be departing now.” The younger man turns to leave the room, one hand raised to open the door, but pauses when Shadow growls at him. Turning to look back at his companion, your mysterious client levels a stern glare at Shadow, “Let’s go, Shadow. We should leave her alone.”

“I don’t mind.” You voiced your opinion, voice hoarse from sleep. And in all honesty, you didn’t mind the affection that the large feline had shown you. It was a nice comfort, and you wondered why you had never thought to get a pet before.

When you voiced your thought, Shadow immediately rose to position itself curled around you, its red eyes somehow smug as it stared at V, as if saying, “See? She doesn’t want me to leave.”

“Don’t be childish, Shadow. You know that we have work to do.” V argued with the cat after shooting an apologetic expression your way. “We need to go.” Huffing in exasperation, the feline’s form seemed to melt away, and V immediately tensed up, “Shadow. Stop it.”

The command did little to stop the demon (at this point, you were sure that Shadow was a demon...) from shift into a very familiar form, causing your eyes to widen in pain and confusion. Now armored, Shadow threw its arms to embrace you, pulling you into its body possessively. Nelo Angelo… You remembered the name that Dante had given you for the armored visitor… “Vergil…” You muttered in confusion before turning your head to look at V, who looked more tired than ever, “V… what is going on? Why did your companion turn into Nelo Angelo?”

“I… cannot explain now.” V gasps, backing towards the bedroom door. “There is no time to-”

“Bullshit.” You scowl, moving out of Shadow’s arms to stalk swiftly towards V, extending your arms past his body to pin him against the door. “First you appear with a job, telling Dante that Urizen was his reason for fighting. You cite quotes from William Blake’s anthology as if it’s your favorite thing in the entire literary world. You called me the ‘fabled Y/N,’ as if I were as well known as Dante, Trish, or Lady. Which is bullshit because I know for a fact that people don’t know shit about what I do or who I am. Then, the entire time you’re here, I keep getting weird looks and a strange feeling in my gut. And now… now your companion has taken a form that is eerily reminiscent of my late husband.” Peering up at him, you practically growl out your demand. “Explain. Now.”

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3:20am

With bated breath, V stares down at your fierce expression as you pin him against the wall. He knows that if he wanted to, he could physically force you to back down. But as soon as the though appears in his mind, he immediately dismisses the idea. No… he’d hurt you enough already, and he refuses to hurt you again. Besides, V is quite sure that if he tried to hurt you, he’d get mawled by Shadow. Dry swallowing, V could only bring himself to do one thing…

“Your husband didn’t die, Y/N.” He watches as the fire in your eyes temper before steeling himself to continue. “He was weakened considerably, but he managed to escape Mundus’ control.” When V noticed that you had begun to calm down, he continued to explain, “But suffering such defeat at the hands of Dante and being enslaved by Mundus, Vergil resolve for power only increased.” Dark green eyes peered down at you in the dark, “He took back the Yamato from Nero.” He could see your jaw clench in outrage on behalf of Nero, but continued to speak regardless. “And with the Yamato, he severed everything that he considered a weakness… memories… nightmares… until what remained was he demon half.”

“And what became of each part of him after?” You whispered, arms falling from his sides, “How do you know all this?”

V sighed and closed his eyes before opening them again. “I suspect that Dante already realized it. And I think that deep down… you know it, too.”

“Urizen…” You uttered the name, but a part of you didn’t want to believe it, “What remained became Urizen, and the parts of him that he cut away…” your eyes shifted from V to Shadow, “Became you two.”

V offered a hesitant smile before shaking his head, “Close. I merely stumbled upon the parts that he’d severed, and forged a contract with them to keep them alive.” He gestured to tattoos all over his body, “These are your husband’s memories. I was just a convenient vessel.”

“And your interest in William Blake?”

The man smirked, gaze almost pitying. “Just a coincidence, I’m afraid.”

Tired and overwhelmed, V could see the gears shifting in your head. A frown appeared on your face before you frowned and shook your head, “Fine. I’ll believe what you’re saying for now. But if you’re lying…” Your eyes narrowed as the threat left your lips, and V couldn’t help the smirk that appeared when you turned away to shower Shadow with affection now that he’d turned back into a panther.

You always were too smart for such lies. V mused, already regretting the lies that spilled from his lips. Hopefully, you won’t piece the truth together before we confront my other half.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” V turned to leave the room without another word, trusting Shadow to behave himself despite the glare that the panther sent his way.

Pausing, you nodded towards the younger man, “Goodnight, V.”

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[nachohypno]

Nate and Dave Ch. 6

I walked down the street with Dave.

The poor guy wanted to go home again, and I was happy to comply with that. This was definitely a weird thing to do.

Mostly because he was leashed, and he was a full wolf.

He looked like a brown and yellow German shepherd, but bigger than normally. I could pass him off as a big dog I was being paid to take for a walk, and wolf Dave seemed really educated and nice to be with.

…Because he was the same guy I was making out with like half an hour ago. I wondered if he retained his mind and his ability to think when in full wolf form. He couldn’t speak, that’s for sure, but he seemed to still have consciousness about his situation and his surroundings.

I assumed he wanted to go home because after a while of walking, he started doing those sad dog noises and licking my hand, so I decided to go back home and check what he needed, of course, after he transformed back into a human with the ability to speak.

“Hi, Mr. Henderson!” I greeted one of my neighbors as the man did the lawn on his front yard.

“Hello, Nathan! And… new dog…?” He asked, but I quickly shook my head.

“Not really, just doing a favor for a friend and taking him out for a walk. He can be quite temperamental if you don’t know how to handle him” I tried to give as an excuse, and luckily, Mr. Henderson seemed to buy it!

Dave helped too, growling at the man without showing off his teeth (That would probably rat us out of him being a wolf instead of a dog) before I pulled a bit from the leash to ‘calm him down’.

“Oh well, be careful. Big dogs can be dangerous, especially when they’re… so big, never seen one like that before” It was normal for him to be surprised, even I would be. I could sit on Dave’s back if I wanted and ask him to take me home, like some kind of mount.

Hmm… I wanted to try that out! But not now, it would be weird.

The leash was attached to his bowser collar, which gave him an even rougher appearance. But in reality, he was a really wholesome puppy boy.

“He seems to be a really expensive class of purebred German shepherd, or that’s what my friend said” I made up that quickly, trying to sound oblivious and shrug the subject off as Dave sneezed and looked around, playing dumb. “But don’t worry, I think he likes me!” I scratched Dave’s head and he gave me a friendly ‘Woof!’

“Huh… Glad to hear that. And he seems to be very cute when he’s not growling menacingly” The older man said, jokingly.

“Yeah, he’s a good boy. Anyway, gotta get going. Bye!” I waved to my neighbor with my free hand and he waved back.

Me and my werewolf kept walking until we arrived to my house. I opened the door and he entered first.

After closing the door, and confirming mom wasn’t here, I let go of the leash and Dave walked back to the center of the living room.

The wolf stood on his back legs, as his body started to morph again. I loved the werewolf form, but this was way more amazing to see.

His whole body started to grow, to match that of a normal human, and then his usual size. A big muscled jock.

His snout went back in as his head became human again, and his fur disappeared, with only very little body hair remaining on him.

He was in all his naked glory, cock full hard (I started to suspect that it had something to do with me near him, I can’t remember ever seeing him soft). We couldn’t play the ‘boy and his dog’ plan if the wolf was dressed like a normal human would be.

“Phew, what do you think, bro? Was I a good boy?” He asked, as soon as his transformation ended and he regained consciousness.

The black leather bowser collar around his neck, with the leash hanging from it. The hang was still in my hand, so I pulled him closer as he smirked at me, mischievously.

“You were great, puppy boy” I whispered to him, before giving him a nice, long kiss. He kissed me back, pulling my body closer to his.

Being honest? The whole dog thing was his idea.

He complained that –and I’ll repeat his own words- ‘I never go into full wolf form because there’s a chance I may get caught and scare someone off, triggering wild animal alarms at the town, bro!’

And that was a good reason. Last thing I wanted was a curfew because Dave decided to run on the middle of the street as a big wolf.

“Anything for you, my love” Dave whispered back after the kiss.

It’s been a week since we’ve met, and I felt somewhat comfortable around him already. I’ve never had romantic feelings for anyone, except the usual platonic love like y’know, Chris Evans. But this guy… It was something new I was willing to experience.

I’m not saying I love him… yet. But as I told him once (When he was zoned out and I think he couldn’t hear me) I do like him!

“Anything?” I asked him, tracing a finger around his abs.

He nodded blissfully, with eyes full of love. “Anything, whatever you tell me, bro!”

“Could you… put on some underwear then?” His expression changed, falling into realization. He looked down and noticed his cock on full display.

He blushed a bit, before resuming his smile. “Yeah, no problem bro” I was actually going to tell him to dress up again, since it was a bit cold outside. But the view of his built body was really enjoyable.

Dave and I walked together to my room, where his clothes were laying on my bed. He quickly put on some boxers, then looked back at me. “Anything else I can do for you, babe?”

‘A lot of things I dare not mention’ I thought. But I just shook my head “Would you like to play some videogames or just… cuddle together and watch some Streamflix?”

“Videogames! I’ll beat your ass this time on COD, bro!” He beamed up, before roughly sitting on my bed. The thing did a loud creak, probably because of Dave’s weight as he sat. If the big guy didn’t control himself, I was going to end up sleeping on the floor.

“Videogames it is” I mumbled, walking over to the PS4 and grabbed the two controllers on top of it. In the meantime, Dave turned on the TV with the remote near my bed and waited for me, clearly excited. I sat next to him and gave him his controller.

Honestly? I suck at gunplay games. I prefer, I don’t know, fantasy styled games? Like, I enjoy hunting a big monster or sword fighting my way around a medieval setting. Gunplay just… didn’t do it for me.

I bought this game because of Dave, I wanted to try something he would enjoy too, and he clearly loved it. I also noticed that he would play dumb and let me win a few times, to ensure I was having fun. But that’s on rare occasions, because he’s fucking competitive when it comes to this, and starts bragging pretty quickly.

Of course, he calms down as soon as he starts with it. Probably because he didn’t want to piss me off? Probably, yeah.

However, I also had some tricks up my sleeve.

I looked over at him. Game face on and fully focused on the screen. He started preparing a private match. A few bots here and there, his favorite map, then chose his designated weapon.

“I’ll go easy on you, bro. Don’t worry” He said, patting my shoulder.

The first match went down fast. I tried to run and kill his bots as he hunted me down. It was just like that, a cat and mouse game between us. I did enjoy it, reminded me of another horror game I usually played at night.

He gave me a few shots when I went around a corner and we bumped into each other. “Hey bro!” Dave said mockingly, as he filled my avatar’s body with lead.

I tapped X as fast as I could to respawn, as Dave continued wandering around the map and killing the bots of my team. This was going to be a hard game.

“Hey Dave?” I asked, as I respawned.

“Yuh?” He mumbled, still focused on the game. I must say, his game face makes him even more handsome.

“Forget about what I’m about to say; but confuse the left stick with the right stick” I said. This was my tactic. I had full control over his mind and body, right? Then, fuck, I wanted to win at least once.

He stopped moving his fingers for a few seconds, but I didn’t have time to check if his eyes were unfocused or not, I had a match to win!

Then, I noticed he tried to play again. “What the…” He mumbled, as I pressed the left stick to run and looked for him. In the meantime, he struggled to move his character.

The confused jock frantically moved the right stick and his character looked around a lot, and gave little steps with the left stick, like he tried to move the camera with it.

I finally found him and didn’t hesitate. R2 and a few seconds later, Dave’s character was lying on the floor like a ragdoll.

“Fuck!” The werewolf said, as I threw a punch to the air. “What the hell is happening to me?” He whispered, looking to his hands. He tried to move his respawned character, but moved the right stick instead. Then he tried to move the camera, but his left thumb moved the wrong stick too.

Dave looked at me “Anythin’ I should know, bro?” He asked, with a suspecting voice.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about” I answered, as I continued to look out for him with a nice smile on my face. The game just got twenty times funnier.

He tried to look out for me in game, to no avail. Until a bulb seemed to light up on his brain and he turned the controller upside down. ‘Fuck, he got me’ I thought.

Dave was back in the game, but I could notice he was uncomfortable playing like that.

I found him running into a wall and killed his character again.

“Aww, bro…” He mumbled, getting frustrated.

“Alright, alright. You can stop getting confused now.” But Dave left his controller on the night table. Did I piss him off? Oh geez, I didn’t want that!

But it was the opposite. He grabbed me and pulled me in with him to lay down on the bed. I loved this, we’ve been spending a lot of time together lately and this was my favorite part.

I think I’ve said this before, but Dave was an amazing kisser. He was gentle, and the taste of his mouth was amazing (Which was kind of surprising since he was a full wolf not so long ago, I expected him to have dog breath) and he was very skilled too.

“I don’t want to play if you’re not having fun” He whispered, before smooching me. “I prefer to see ya happy, my love”

I couldn’t help but smile. “Why, thanks puppy boy” I said, moving my hand through his torso, and into his underwear. “You’ve been a really good puppy boy today, haven’t you?”

I slowly caressed his cock. I was okay with this; we were on the blowjob level of things by now.

I mean, he only gave me one, but it was an advance, right? I still had to give a blowjob to him…

“Yeah, bruh. I’m a good puppy boy!” He sounded proud of himself. Probably because he was obeying me, not gonna complain though.

I wrapped my hand on his cock and started stroking slowly. Dave just stared at me with his deep blue eyes, smiling like an idiot. “You’re so… beautiful, Nate. The most beautiful person I’ve ever seen… fuck, that feels amazing to say”

I blushed, and stopped stroking for a bit. Dave placed his big hand on my cheek and leaned in to kiss me again. My nervousness fading away temporarily with each kiss, I felt safe. Like this was where I belonged.

In bed, with a hunk werewolf infatuated with me, and…

I shook my head “You’re trying to distract me so I forget to send you home, right?” I asked, raising my eyebrow.

He gave me the pleading puppy eyes. “Please bro, I don’t want to go, I just want to be with you and make you feel good and loved” He tried to convince me, and I was falling for it. I would be okay with having him stay the night, but… Dave seemed willing to drop all his other responsibilities in order to spend time with me.

“Dave… You know how it is, we can hang out from time to time if you want. But I’d prefer if you still live your life like you would normally, and that includes sleeping in your house too-“

“Let’s go together, bro. Mom and pops will love having you around, and my bed has enough space for the both of us. Please, babe…” He lightly kissed my lips. “…I love you”

‘Why do you have to be so cute?’ I thought.

“I’ll let you stay, but just a little while more, alright? And then you go back home, no more excuses, understood?”

He seemed defeated, but agreed with me. “Understood, bro. Whatever you want” He mumbled, hugging me. “I’ll enjoy every second we spend together, bruh”

I rolled my eyes, so cheesy.

…And yet, I still liked him so much.

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As I said, I kept him around for a little longer, then sent him off to his house again.

According to Dave, his parents didn’t have a problem with letting him spend a few nights with me. But I preferred if he didn’t change his… human behavior that much.

I do like being around Dave, maybe not as much as how he likes to be around me, but still. But as I could see, Dave is willing to forget about his responsibilities just to be with me and make me happy, and that’s not something I’d like to do to him.

I have to remind him of returning to his house, studying, working out, hanging out with his friends, etc., because if it was for him, he would rather just hang out with me.

It was okay though; it wasn’t really a problem. Everything was still the same, and even better. Dave started doing his own essays! He’s… he tries, at least. But I appreciate the effort and help him in any way I can.

It’s only been a week since we’ve started hanging out, so not many changes I could do to his persona.

Next day, we had school again. School became a much more bearable place, I just focused on my studies and that was enough for me, with Dave appearing from time to time to spend some time together.

I sat down in my usual place at the science lab, put on my protective plastic glasses and looked over at Sam besides me.

It wasn’t usual for us to sit together, but it was a nice way to catch up from time to time.

“How’s our president?” I asked him when he nodded at me with a calm smile. We liked to joke about that, with him being the student council’s president.

He deserved that role, in my opinion, he worked so hard during his campaign even when he made some deals with the factions. Jocks included, but they were very clear with what they wanted.

And that was more funds for the sports division, with the cheerleaders backing them up. When you get the biggest fishes of the tank, it’s only a matter of time until the rest of the school would vote for Sam too.

“I officially hate prom night. I mean, it was fun last year, when I didn’t have to plan it from scratch!” He said, grabbing the protective glasses from the table and putting them on. He did it too quick and roughly, though. His teeth greeted a few moments as the pain seemed to fade. “I’ve received more than two hundred messages about ‘suggestions’ for it, and that was at 2 am, I had to turn off my phone now”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Can’t you just… say that the theme will be ‘Wintery forest’ or something like that and just hang a lot of paper snowflakes from the ceiling? Prom night is just dancing around a decorated basketball court Sam, not much you can do with that”

But he seemed personally attacked by my comment. He frowned and took a bag of chocolate cookies from his bag, left it on the middle of the table and started eating.

“I mean, yeah but” He pushed the bag near me, like trying to tell me to eat something. I shook my head, I wasn’t hungry. “I’d like to do something different, you know? It’s our last year here, and my last chance to be a good president!”

I nodded, understanding what he meant. “If I have a good idea, I’ll let you know, alright?”

“Do you even plan on going to prom? You haven’t even gone last year as a junior, this may be your last chance, Nate” Ouch, low blow.

I looked behind us, noticing a lot of noise on the back of the lab. Dave was struggling to put on some of the protective gloves, before he noticed me staring and gave me a warm smirk, along with a wink. Half of his protective glove was hanging from his hand, before he tried to correctly put it in place.

I chuckled a bit, and Sam noticed it. “Or…” He gave me little nudges while motioning his head to Dave’s direction. “You and the big guy there?”

“Uh? What are you talking about-” But he lifted his hand to stop me, passed me his phone with the frontal camera on. I was blushing. “Am I that obvious?”

“He just winked at you, and you still have two arms so I like to think you two are up to something together” He finished, before grabbing the bag of cookies again and putting it back on his bag. “Besides, I heard rumors that he broke up with-“

The professor had entered the room and chatting time was over. I could still hear a bit of laughter on the back, but decided to keep my eyes on the front.

Damn, I was going to blow our cover if I kept acting like a little girl. But there was probably no cover at all by this point. It’s impossible for the school to not have noticed one of the hottest guys around breaking up with his girlfriend, just a few days after he started to spend time around me.

“I won’t deny, nor accept anything” I wondered if Dave could hear us, I knew he had heightened smelling abilities, that’s how he found out I was his soulmate, but I wondered if heightened hearing was also a thing.

I’d ask him for a detailed list of his powers later, but I always forget to do that in the heat of the moment. “Now, let’s pay attention before we blow up” I finished, looking at the professor as he started explaining today’s assignment.

Sam whispered near me “We’ll talk about this lateeer♫”, in a mocking melody tone.

“Mr. Howard, take that cap off! This is a laboratory, not the baseball field!” I looked beside me and saw Dick taking off his backwards cap, while mumbling something under his breath. Probably a curse, my friend isn’t fond of people who order him around, less if they are dumb professors, according to him.

The jocks on the back laughed, but we ignored them like the professor did, resuming the lesson and preparing for playing with chemicals.

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I felt social today, and remained with Sam for the rest of the day. Which means that I’m not alone during lunch today. He wanted to interrogate me and I honestly didn’t know what to do. I was bad at making up excuses.

We went to get our plates of food and sat in a rather empty table.

“Soooo… Are you going to tell me or not?” Sam asked, still trying to make me spill the beans about Dave, probably.

“What are you talking about?” I played dumb. I wasn’t good at making excuses, but I was pretty good at keeping secrets.

“You know about you and Dave…” But he froze in place before finishing that sentence. An unexpected guest sat beside me, so I was now surrounded by Sam and the big guy.

“I couldn’t help but hear my name, what are you two talkin’ about?” Dave said, in a pretty friendly voice. “Man, I love school’s chicken. This school is so awesome with the lunch menu. What’s up, Sammy? Cat got your tongue?”

I rolled my eyes, Sam hated being called ‘Sammy’, but I assumed they did it on purpose to bother him. Not like he can do anything about it but… I think I can. Not now, though. That would sell me out.

“W-We… We were just talking about…” Sam gulped, looking at me for help. Two weeks spent with Dave, and I almost forgot he has an awful reputation.

We’ve tried to change it, but I can only do so much with him at a time. So, I decided to focus on small things first, like his studies, then the social things afterwards.

“The upcoming… football game, yeah. That’s it, go Rottweilers!” I finished, wanting to sink my face in my plate of smashed potatoes. That was an awful excuse.

“Fuck yeah, go Rottweilers!” Dave yelled while quickly standing up on his seat, placing one of his foots on the table, and some sudden loud barks followed him. I moved my plate, because THIS is why I prefer eating alone at the school yard.

Besides being crowded, the cafeteria always had weird things like this happening from time to time. Maybe someone gets their head smashed in their plate, or a food war starts. The yard is way more chill than this place.

Dave sat down again after that, and I left my plate back in its place. I was going to ask him if that was necessary, but decided to shut my mouth as soon as the rest of the football players sat around us.

I was safe, I knew that but… It was still unsettling. Sam and I knew the football players were shady, as I mentioned once. I knew Dave was strong, he’s a werewolf after all. But could he take them all at once, or would they be able to overpower him if they actually tried to?

I couldn’t tell if Dave noticed I was nervous, I just stared down at my plate and tried to listen to the chatter around me. Sam did the same thing, leaving the jocks speaking about the upcoming game.

“Didn’t know you liked football, bruh” Dave told me, probably trying to make me participate in the conversation. I just nodded, trying to think of a valid answer to him, probably something boring to make the jocks want to leave the table ASAP.

“I-I’m not a fan of it but… our team is so good that I can’t miss any of their games” Smart Nate, just feed their ego to make them happy!

“Really? Never saw you on the bleachers during our games” One of the guys pointed out. I noticed that Lucas and Butch weren’t participating at all in the chat. They just ate and looked at us, almost in complete silence.

“I blend in easily with the crowd, you know, being small and stuff like that” It was weird. Why am I trying to prove anything to these guys? ‘I just want you to leave, take the hint!’ I thought.

Dave finally spoke “I did see him, and yeah, the lil’ dude gets lost amongst the crowd” He patted my back quite harshly, making me cough, but I was glad he backed up my lie.

Sam gave me a puzzled look and I whispered ‘Just relax and try not to piss them off’

This time, Dave did notice it, and looked down at me with a worried look on his face. He might have realized that he fucked up.

Luckily, the rest of the lunch went on normally. The jocks made a few… ‘jokes’ here and there, but I laughed off with them. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t like them, but I wouldn’t like Dave to go on a rant beating them all up because he wants to protect me.

Of course, they brought up my ‘faggot-ness’, but I just went on with it, countering it with a not-suggesting joke.

They seemed friendly so far, better not ruin that. But I wondered if they were here willingly, or Dave was the one who summoned them here. Not saying he threatened them but… maybe he called a football team emergency, like Butch did once.

Sam and I couldn’t wait until it was over, so we ate fast and tried to get out of there ASAP, excusing ourselves saying that we had to pick up a few books before the next class. Dave followed me with his sad puppy eyes as we left, before getting up and going after me.

“Bro!” Dave said after leaving the cafeteria, and I stopped on the middle of the corridor. It wasn’t crowded, but there were a few students around on their way to the yard, to make the most of the little free time they had.

Sam raised an eyebrow, but decided to leave us alone. I could tell he had enough of the jocks for the day, and I was worried they may be mad for leaving them having lunch alone, after they ‘rewarded us with their presence’ or something like that. I didn’t like those guys.

I looked at Dave, as he stopped in front of me and smiled. But then, he looked around and noticed a few persons in the corridor. “Uh…” He mumbled.

“C’mon” I grabbed his hand and walked to the nearby boys’ bathroom. “There,” I said after closed the door behind us. “Private moment, what happened back there? At the cafeteria, I mean”

Dave’s eyes darted around the room, as little drops of sweat appeared on his forehead. “I-I… I wanted to try and… y’know, present you with my bros?” He gulped “I know you don’t like them, but… they are my friends, and I thought everything would be much easier if they saw how awesome you are”

I was a bit confused, but not mad. I didn’t end up hurt, nor did Sam, and that was enough for me. If the jocks actually tried to sit down with us and talk, then I was willing to give them a chance.

“I sorta still don’t get why we have to keep our thing in secret, bruh. You don’t have to be afraid of anyone trying to hurt us, because I’m David fucking Walker. I own this place, I’m an alpha!”

He sounded so excited while he said that, and motivated. It was nice to see that side of him; a side I would have never imagined Dave the big bully jock could have.

“I know, you’re really great and everyone… respects you,” I started, carefully thinking my words to avoid hurting his feeling, as he looked down at me, still with a big smile. “But it’s just for some time, as we take this slowly. It would be really weird for the others if you came someday to school and randomly yell ‘I’m gay!’. Give me some time, yeah? We can sort this out together, but let’s do it slowly”

His smile slowly faded from his face. I think I hurt his feelings anyway, and it was probably an inevitable thing to do. I kind of ran out of the cafeteria with Sam as soon as we finished eating, ruining his plan of having his bros get to know me.

“I understand if you’re mad with me, bro. But I think they actually liked you! You were so smart back there, mentioning football as an excuse…” He came closer to me, and kissed me lightly on the lips, placing his big hands on my cheeks, and looked at me with really sad eyes. “But I get if you’re mad and don’t want to see me for a while, I deserve it from putting you in danger with my bros”

“Just… stop, alright?” And he did. He closed his mouth and just looked at me, waiting for me to speak. “You didn’t do anything wrong, it was a nice idea. Just try to tell me about it before doing something like that again, and I may gather some nerve to tackle it properly, alright Davey?”

He nodded slowly, giving a sigh of relief. “Y-Yeah, I will, bro. Thanks for not being mad, I would hate myself if I made you mad” I was a bit scared of someone walking in the bathroom, but at the same time I think… I didn’t care at all.

It was going to be a slow thing, yeah. But, sooner or later, it was going to be discovered. So…

Dave was looking down to his shoes, like some misbehaved kid, when I stepped forward and pulled him in for a kiss.

I was hoping for someone to enter the bathroom. Some random guy, who would apologize and leave in fear after watching the big jock angry for interrupting our kiss.

But that never happened. Damn it.

Dave recovered his sweet smile as I looked up at him. “What was that for?”

“To reassure you that you didn’t do anything wrong” I whispered to him. “We probably shouldn’t play with our luck though, but we have a few more minutes before our next class”

The werewolf jock gave me one last smooch, before saying “I love you so much, bro…”

I couldn’t help but blush, I really liked my good puppy boy.

We left the bathroom together, and headed out for the yard. As I said, we still had a few minutes before classes started, and I wanted to make the most of them with my big guy.

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[starlightsearches]

Office Romance: Ch. 4 Confrontation Pt. 2

General Hux and Kylo Ren have found themselves competing for the affection of a lieutenant aboard the Finalizer.

Series Warnings: Language, some violence, near-death experiences.

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AN: Lot's of descriptions of fighting in this chapter, and a broken nose as well. If you're really squeamish about blood you might want to skip to this one.

On the morning of your match, the officer’s training room was alive with electricity, and Ren was not immune to the excitement, although he’d never show it. After the argument in the dining area, General Hux had suggested a private match to determine the winner, but word had spread amongst the ships’ personnel, and he was much too proud to stop them from attending. As a result, the room was packed with officers, all shuffling and vying for a better view of the impending action.

Ren was there too, and could see you from where he stood at the back of the crowd. You were with Mitaka, on the edge of the makeshift ring that had been outlined on the floor in tape. You didn’t feel nervous, from what Ren could sense, and you and Mitaka talked in low voices as he helped adjust the protective wrap around your left hand.

On the other side of the ring, Hux and Phasma stood together, and Ren didn’t need the force to notice that the general was very nervous. The normally stoic general was uncharacteristically fidgety, shifting from leg to leg and facing towards the mat, away from the crowd. Facing you. Ren wanted to get a closer look into Hux’s mind, wanted to push into his thoughts with the force, but wasn’t able to, as the referee fought her way through the throng, signaling that the fight was about to begin.

Finding an impartial referee for this fight had been difficult, and many officers had refused in order to avoid the risk of angering Hux, but one person did eventually volunteer. Ren recognized her as the maintenance worker who had unwittingly initiated the whole debacle in the dining room. Ren searched the minds of those around him, looking for her name. Kendale Epelee.

Kendale took her place at the center of the mat, and the nervous chatter rose for a moment before a feverish quiet settled over the crowd.  “Everyone here knows the rules I assume,” Kendale spoke in a clear, calm voice, but Ren sensed that there was an edge there still. She’s nervous for the lieutenant. “But we’ll review anyways. Three rounds, best two out of three. Rounds end when someone is pinned for three seconds or knocked out. Stepping out of the ring or aiming for the groin will result in an automatic penalty.” A few whispered jeers rose from the group, but were silenced with a look from Kendale. “Any interference from the audience will result in an immediate expulsion.” Kendale beckoned you and the general foreward, watched as the two of you shook hands, and then moved out to the edge of the ring.

“Alright, take your places. And, fight!”

Apparently you needed no time to size-up your opponent, because as soon as Kendale finished her command, you struck. The general doubled over at the force of your kick, staggering back before righting himself. He threw a punch, but you dodged it easily, dancing just outside of the general’s reach. You moved around the edges of the mat, watching Hux closely. He chased after you, swinging again, but you rolled out of the way at the last second, a smile dancing on your lips. She’s enjoying herself, Ren realized. You were in familiar territory, and it seemed that the general’s years of experience were no match for your natural skill. The general hesitated out of your reach, pausing to weigh his options, but before he, or anyone else in the room, saw it coming, you launched yourself at him like a cat, and had him pinned to the ground. The crowd went wild, and for the first time in a long time, Ren found himself smiling.

“Winner, first round: the lieutenant!” Kendale announced, a genuine kind of pride leaking into her voice. You climbed off of the general, offering him a hand up. For a moment, it looked as if Hux considered refusing your help, but then accepted your hand, and then the two of you prepared for another round. As you took your positions, Ren had to fight to look disinterested in the whole affair. Watching you take down Hux had been the best thing he’d seen in a long time, and while he knew you were good in a fight based off of the memory he had taken from you, he had no idea just how good you could be. The audience was on the edge with anticipation, and Ren heard his own thoughts echoed in the minds of some of its members: you could really win this thing.

The second round started. The general had underestimated you during the first round, and he didn’t plan on doing it again. He struck first, a glancing blow to your side, and dodged to the left to avoid your swing. You were off balance, and the general took the opportunity to take you to the mat, ducking low and grabbing you by the waist. The two of you fell, Hux landing another blow to your jaw before you were able to roll out from under him and back to your feet. Any enjoyment you had found after winning the first round was gone, and a vicious determination found home in your eyes. Hux, Ren was surprised to find, found no joy in his slight lead in this round at all, only a rising dread, and a defeated kind of resolve. The general charged at you, and then faked to the right. You swung out with your fist, but his dodge had worked, and you stumbled forward with the momentum. You lost your balance only for a moment, turning back to the general, who was now behind you, but he was already moving with a swift kick straight towards your face.

The kick landed on its intended target, and you were thrown back to the mat with the force from the blow. The crowd was in hysterics, practically climbing over each other to see what would happen next, and Ren, for a moment, forgot how to breathe. You sat up on the mat, leaning on one arm, blood running from your nose, trying to stand, but the general was already upon you. You kicked out blindly, hoping to make contact, and your leg swiped at Hux’s upper thigh.

“Penalty!” called out Kendale, running to the mat and pushing the two of you apart. “No shots to the groin. That’s an automatic win this round for the general, and one free penalty hit.” A few members of the crowd, bolstered by your incredible performance, rose up in dissent to Kendale’s call, but it seemed that you had bigger problems. You stood up off the floor, trying to clean up the blood pouring from your face and over your mouth. Apparently the general had broken your nose.

Seeing you like that changed something in Ren. He already knew that this image of you would be frozen in his mind forever: your chest heaving, hair slick with sweat,  your eyes full of fire as you stared the general down. The heavy bleeding from your broken nose running into your mouth, splattering itself over the mat and your clothing as you tried to breathe through your parted lips. Seeing you look so shattered broke something inside of him, and Ren was suddenly gripped with panic at the thought of watching the rest of the fight. He no longer cared about watching you beat the general, had no interest in seeing him suffer; he needed to see you safe.

Anger bubbled up in Ren’s chest as the general moved into take his one penalty hit. He watched, seething, as Hux grabbed your shoulder to brace himself, and delivered a swift punch to your abdomen. You doubled over from the force of the blow, and then, after a moment, returned to standing. You spoke, too quietly for the crowd, or Ren, to hear, and Hux replied. A brief smile crossed your face.

“We’ll take a pause before the third round so that the lieutenant can clean herself up,” Kendale said. You walked over to Mitaka, stretching out your arms and shoulders and completely ignoring the blood still spilling from your face. Hux returned to his side of the ring as well, a smug grin on his lips.

What had he said to you? Ren was dying to know; he couldn’t possibly fathom that you would forgive the general so easily after the cheap shot he had taken to your head, and the undeserved penalty hit. He focused on Hux’s thoughts, trying to find the conversation without alerting the general to his presence, but all he found was a thick layer of self-importance. Ren dived deeper, gently urging the general’s mind to thoughts of you, but the words you had shared so secretly stayed hidden from him. He did find, however, a kind of glowing respect Hux now held for you, and . . . a luminous ember of infatuation.

No! Ren jumped from the general’s mind, livid at seeing his own newfound emotions echoed in his enemy’s thoughts. Before Ren could stop it, his fury took over, and he lost sight of the training room. He could see himself so clearly, in his mind, standing over Hux, blood streaming down the general’s face as Ren threw him into a wall, could feel himself lift the general from the ground, watching as he gasped for air. The electric sound his saber would make as he ran the general through.

You and Hux once again came to the center of the fighting ring, and Ren no longer cared about appearances as he leaned forward with a rapt and hysterical level of attention. No one was looking at him anyways; every eye was on the two of you in the center, ready for the final round. You had cleaned most of the blood off with Mitaka’s help, but traces of it will still smeared over your mouth and nose, like a rabid animal who had just finished off their prey.

Kendale called for the start of the final match, and you immediately took the offensive, grabbing the general’s head with both hands and slamming it into your raised knee. Hux stepped back, disoriented from the blow, and the tear in his skin you had created above his eyebrow dribbled blood into his eye, impairing his vision. You jumped then, in an attempt to tackle him, but Hux dove low, out of your reach. When you landed, he reached out to grab you from behind, pinning your arms to your sides. You threw him off, but he was relentless, throwing punches and blocking jabs, cornering you at the edge of the ring.

Ren’s mind was in a state of chaos, terrified at the thought of seeing you injured again, disgusted at the sight of Hux’s hands on you, but unable to look away. He felt as if he was watching the fight take place underwater, those final seconds slowed down as he anticipated the worst. He watched helplessly as the general prepared to throw what would surely be the last punch, watched as you moved in an attempt to block, but you weren’t moving fast enough.

Ren didn’t think, didn’t have time to think about anything beside protecting you, and instead acted on impulse as he reached out through the force, stopping the trajectory of the general’s fist as it neared you. Ren’s interference only lasted for a second, too quick to be noticed by the ravenous audience, but it had given you the chance to block Hux’s hand as it neared your face. Moments later, the fight was over, as you gripped the general in a complicated hold and threw him to the ground, where he stayed pinned beneath your weight.

The sound in the room was deafening as cheers erupted from the audience now that they finally had their victor. You moved off of the general and into the crowd, offering no helping hand this time as he laid there upon the mat. Ren searched your thoughts and found no satisfaction there, only a blazing anger towards the general, which you hid well behind a false smile as your companions congratulated you on your outstanding win. She thinks the general threw the fight; Ren was glad that his intervention had not been noticed by you, and he took extra pleasure knowing that your misplaced anger was directed at Hux. He looked for the general then, wanting to relish Hux’s shame, wanted to see him sulk away in embarrassment. Ren looked around the room, trying to find Hux, and was surprised to find the general’s eyes were on him already, a glare fixed upon his face. He knows.

Ren felt a shiver of uncertainty then creep onto his shoulders. What if the general told you what he had done? How could he explain? Ren’s new feelings of attraction for you sat uncomfortably in his stomach, and suddenly, he felt young again, stuck on that forsaken island. His voice, Luke’s voice, echoed through his mind, all of the commands he never could obey. The shame welled up in him, shame he had not felt in so long and it smothered him.

Ren had felt difficult emotions before on a few occasions, and he planned again to take the same course he had always taken. He would run away.

In the weeks that he spent away from the Finalzer, Ren thought he would find peace, or at least, the ability to forget. Instead, his thoughts were filled with you; the image of your face, still bloody from the fight, was a constant presence, inescapable even in his sleep. He roamed the farthest edges of the galaxy, explored long-forgotten remnants of ancient societies on distant planets, hunted and killed and destroyed any rumors of the Jedi and their teachings, and still, he thought only of you.

The more he wandered, the more he wanted. Wanted to know what you were doing and what you were thinking. Wanted to know if you were maybe thinking of him, too. In the end, Ren returned to his ship and charted the course back to the Finalizer, determined not to deprive himself of the things he wanted most now, as he had done so long ago. Attachments were forbidden for the Jedi, but Ren was no Jedi, not anymore. And he wanted you.

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[kittinoir]

Echoes of You Ch. 3

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Akuma. 

The word flit around the ruined studio like a butterfly from flower to flower. Marinette could finally see fear beginning to bleed into the studio as people backed away from the girl. Marinette crawled behind the fallen lighting fixture, using it as cover as the girl descended into the room. The closer she got, the more details she could make out. Her skin, Marinette saw, was also a deep shade of purple, but her long pony-tail was stark white, as were her eyes.

She laughed as her bare feet touched the ground, swinging the needle around like a sword as she took them all in from the point of it. 

“I am Scream-ripper,” she announced, swinging the needle up. Marinette felt her mind blank, totally still and silent as she took in the sheer size of the thing. “Where is Dominique Valencourt?”

The needle swung down again, stopping once it was pointed at the lady who had been manning the craft table. The woman squealed, backing up. “I don’t know! I don’t know!”

“Aw, too bad.” Scream-ripper lunged. Marinette threw a hand over her mouth as the needle pierced the woman’s chest, but for a moment nothing happened. No blood, no screams of agony, no nothing. Sream-ripper withdrew the needle and leapt after someone else, leaving the woman in her wake.

The violence of it shocked Marinette back into action. She twisted onto her hands and knees and crawled towards the woman from the crafts table. She was still sprawled behind the over turned table, tugging at her t-shirt where the needle had gone through. 

“Are you ok?” Marinette whispered as she reached the woman. 

She shook her head, curly red-hair flying. “Something’s wrong! I can’t - I can’t - ”

Marinette frowned. As she watched, the woman’s movements became less frantic, her limbs stiffer as she felt her abdomen. “What is it,” Marinette asked, reaching out. “How can I help?”

“You…can’t…” Marinette recoiled as her fingers touched the woman’s bare arm; it was hard and cold to the touch. “Only…Ladybug…”

Marinette could only watch in horror as the woman finally stilled. It seemed an uncomfortable position, leaning back with only one hand behind her for support, but she didn’t move again. Her brown eyes stared at nothing. The sun shone through the ragged hole in the ceiling, glinting off her skin.

No, not skin, Marinette realized as she touched the woman’s cheek. Porcelain. Real porcelain. That thing, that girl, had turned this woman into…

“A mannequin.”

The words slipped out unbidden, a horrible truth Marinette couldn’t unrealize. 

“Dominique!”

Marinette whipped around, scrambling backwards as that girl, Scream-ripper, made another circuit of the room. Several more people had found themselves on the wrong end of the needle. She counted at least seven pairs of unseeing eyes.

“You.” Marinette looked up to find Scream-rippers’ needle levelled at her own chest. “Where. Is. Dominique?”

“I…I don’t know,” Marinette said as she desperately felt around for something to defend herself with. “I haven’t seen her since the shoot began.”

“Yes, that would be about the time she fired me,” Scream-ripper hissed. “Too bad. So sad.”

Scream-ripper abruptly leaned back, angling her needle in. She lunged. Just before the needle would have pierced her, Marinette rolled to the side, throwing herself over the table as Scream-ripper sailed by her. The needle glanced off the floor, sending up sparks, but Marinette was already running.

Scream-ripper howled behind Marinette as she sprinted back towards her toppled chair and the purse she’d left behind. If she could just reach her phone, she could call for help. She risked a glance behind her to gauge the monster’s progress. It turned out to be a mistake. 

No sooner had she looked than Marinette felt her toe catch on something for the second time that day. This time Adrien wasn’t there to save her. She sprawled across the floor of the studio, some loose sand barely breaking her fall and grinding painfully under her hands. 

A lightbulb went off, and Marinette grabbed a handful of sand as she flipped over. Scream-ripper had risen into the air once again, apparently taking Marinette’s avoidance of her initial attack as a personal failing. 

Marinette bit her lip, pushing herself closer to her purse by her heels as Scream-ripper advanced on her. Her violet eyes blazed as she bore down on Marinette.

1…2…3… Marinette waited until the last possible moment, then threw her fistful of sand as Scream-ripper prepared to lunge again. 

Marinette staggered as she climbed to her feet. Scream-ripped shrieked behind her, clawing at her face. “I will end you!”

Marinette felt more than she saw Scream-ripper take a wild swing at her exposed back. There was no avoiding it this time. Her luck had finally run out. 

Clang!

“Attacking someone who’s unarmed?” someone said. “Tsk tsk. Not very sportsmanlike.”

Marinette stumbled to a stop, snatching up her purse as she spun back around. She nearly collapsed at the sight of the boy in black standing between her and the monster, a metal baton held at Scream-rippers chest like a sword. She met a pair of glowing green eyes that sent tingles rocketing over her skin as the boy glanced back at her. Her blood rushed in her ears, and she wondered if he could hear her heart pounding from where he was standing. From the way the black ears on top of his head twitched and he grinned at her, she had a sneaking suspicion he could. 

“Sorry I’m late,” the boy said before turning back towards Scream-ripper. “But I came as fast as I could. Pretty sure I beat my purr-sonal best.”

Marinette frowned as warmth and joy and…and…familiarity crept through her chest. “Do I…know you?”

The boy looked back at her again as he advanced on the monster. She thought he looked confused, but his expression suddenly cleared, as though catching on.

“Find a place to hide,” the boy said as he avoided a strike from Scream-ripper. “Ladybug will be here soon. She’ll fix everything.”

Deja vu. The feeling of it swept over Marinette as she crouched back behind the fallen lighting fixture and watched the cat-boy fight the monster. Like she’d seen this, or dreamed this, before. 

‘Do I know you?’

She was sure she didn’t. After all, she didn’t think she’d ever forget someone like that. But more important was the screaming feeling that she should. 

She watched the boy fight, watched him dance across the room with Scream-ripper, the two of them thrusting and parrying and and dodging. The boy fired off cat-themed quip after quip, his rakish smile never faltering. An earlier conversation drifted back to her.

‘Ladybug and Chat Noir had a close call…they would never let anything happen to you.’

Then this boy must be… “Chat Noir?”

One ear flicked back towards her, as though he’d somehow heard her speak over the clash of the needle against his baton. His suit did remind her of that girl from the picture on Alya’s blog, and he seemed dead-set on keeping Scream-ripper from turning anyone else into a creepy statue.

Marinette made herself focus on her breathing, on relaxing her fingers, which had gone white and stiff wrapped tightly around a metal pole on the lighting fixture. She didn’t know when it happened, but her terror had burned away, supplanted by a burning desire to do something.

But…no, that wasn’t right. Dizziness swept her as war raged between her instincts. She was always running away, from everything. Why was she suddenly, desperately afraid to leave this boy to fight Scream-ripper on his own?

“Starting the party without me? Now that’s a faux pas!”

Everyone froze, even Scream-ripper, as the voice echoed through out the room. Chat Noir took advantage of the opening to land a kick on the monster that sent her flying across the room, her needle clattering to the ground. 

“You’re timing is impeccable, as always, m’la…”

Chat Noir trailed off as he stared the girl that had appeared on the edge of the jagged hole Scream-ripper had left in the ceiling. There was no mistaking the red and black suit, but there was something about her, something different from the photograph on Alya’s blog. Her hair, though still jet black, tumbled down around her shoulders. A single red ribbon held it back from her face like a hair band, the loose ends twisting through the loose waves. 

The suit, too, seemed different. Swaths of black covered her arms and legs like gloves and boots, leaving just the torso red and spotted. Still, there was no missing the ladybug motif. The longer she looked, the more sure Marinette was: this was Ladybug.

A shout from Scream-ripper thrust Marinette painfully back into the present. Her heart leapt as the monster came dangerously close to nicking Chat Noir with the point of her needle. Even so, he couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away from his partner as she swung down into the fray, his ears straight back and flat. 

Marinette could only catch snippets of Ladybug and Chat Noir’s conversation as they pressed Scream-ripper back.

“…who you think you are…anything happened to her…” Chat Noir’s eyes flashed as he attacked, fiercer than before.

“…what you’re talking about…” Ladybug grunted, stumbling out of the way of Scream-rippers needle. 

“…not her! You…Ladybug!”

“…my choice…with it, Kitty.”

“DON’T CALL ME THAT.”

Marinette flinched as Chat Noir’s voice ricocheted around the room. Even Ladybug seemed paler. She lowered her voice as she leaned into her partner, her face hard. Chat Noir stepped away from her, leaping to Scream-rippers other side, apparently choosing to fight the monster separately. Ladybug seemed content to let Chat Noir choose, but it quickly became apparent that Ladybug needed his help more than he needed hers.

Scream-ripper kicked out abruptly, sending Ladybug flying. Marinette ducked as the super heroine sailed by her, suddenly realizing how much closer the fight had come to her hiding spot. Chat Noir took advantage of the move, but he was more reckless than before. In a strike too quick to see, Scream-ripper hit Chat Noir’s baton with a clang that made Marinette’s ears hurt and sent his only weapon skittering away across the mannequin strewn floor, leaving an opening so wide you could drive a truck through it.

Marinette didn’t think; she just leapt.

It didn’t hurt like she’d expected it would when the needle tore through her left shoulder and across her back. It felt like ice, like the beginning of a wound that never started to hurt. The porcelain spider-webbing from the mark, however, was a different story. It didn’t hurt, but it tickled as it rapidly spilled across her skin, and then it didn’t feel like anything at all.

“Marinette? Marinette!” Chat Noir’s face was right in front of her, panic filling those beautiful green eyes. “No! I…I promised I’d… I promised…!”

“I had to…stop her,” Marinette said. Her lips didn’t seem to want to work. “Ladybug needs you…to win.”

For a moment his face hardened, and Marinette thought he might refuse to work with his partner, but then he gave her a single nod. “I’ll save you,” he swore, helping her sit down. 

“I…know,” she managed, but it was too hard to say anything else. Her hands rested uselessly in her lap. Her head tilted back until it rested against a the light fixture and stilled. Marinette stared straight ahead, seeing nothing. 

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[bohemiansweede]

Tourbus Ch 2

Fanfic

Pairing Roger Taylor Reader

Warnings Smut 🔞

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Part 1

- You... Omg..... Shit..YOU.. Rog

You phanted as he bent down to kiss you, the kiss deepened at ones and your tounges were wrestling with eachother

- Mmmmm.. My good girl.. You want me to help you out huh he coed?

He kissed you while massagin your boob, twisting your nipple with his fingers.. Just like when he is twirling his drumsticks you thought, you just looked at him with open mouth

- Well darling.. I am impatiently waiting for an answer.. He inserted a finger into your wet core, you nearly jumped at the sudden feeling and gasped for air

-Omg Rog.. Yes.. Please.. Please Help me!!

You squirmed like a snake under his touch.. soo desperate

His finger never left you, instead he deeply kissed your inner thighs and trailed his tounge up to your clit and moaned against your core

He flicked his tounge faster and faster around your nub and his fingers pumped in and out of you

He expertly hooked his index finger  against the top of your wall slight curling it while he continued to lap at your wet folds. You felt the tension build in your stomach and your walls contracting around his fingers as he pumped them even faster . The slick sounds of your wetness and his mouth eagirly slurping sounded better to your ears than any music you’d ever heard. You bucked your hips and pushed his face closer between your legs and let out a shuttering breath feeling his fingers wriggling inside you

- Fuck.. Rog. . You whined, feeling the tension that had been building inside you for so long began to snap

Your face was filled with pleasure as you watched him, eyes closed and his hair a blonde mess

He let go of you and you and you came down from your high letting out a string of breathy moans and scraping your fingers through his messy hair. He inserted his fingers inside your tight pussy again You dug one hand into the plush pillows behind you and your back arched as you neared yet another orgasm without having fully recovered from the first, your breaths were ragged and short as you neared the edge, threatening to expload at any moment.

Roger looked up from between your legs

- I am not done with you yet.. You do know that right?

You shivered even more when his body adjusted between your legs

He reached in his backpocket for a condom while expertly sliding his pants down the waist

It was not so much space in the bunkbed but maked it even more thrilling, also by the feeling that anyone could walk in on you at any moment

You both giggled like teenagers and kissed.. Your lips nipped at his neck and he marked you as his

He placed his cock by your entrance

- You ready baby?

- Shut up Rog and fuck me already

Without warning and time to adjust his size he slammed in his whole length

You screamed his name and wrapped your legs around his waist pulling him even closer

He was now deep inside you, thrusted harder and harder grabbing your ass and lifted you up towards him so his tip brushed against your front wall.. He knew what he was doing and it felt so fuckin amazing

He reached down between your bodies and circled your clit with his thumb..

You felt your walls contracting once again

You scratched his back with your nails and bit his neck 

- AHHH FUCK Y/N... Ur a wild cat aren't ya he screamed

- Ahh.. Ohhh Rog.. Did u think I was a pussy huh

That was it

He stuttered a curse and emptied himself in the condom

-Ohh fuck shit... Damnit Y/N.. That was... Omg..

He kissed you slopply and looked into your eyes

- Yes.. You are my lil pussy... My own pussy...

That was NOT the last time you hooked up

You were wild.. Totally addicted by eachother

As soon as you got the chance you shared kisses and nibbles.

You made out and fucked all the time and everywhere.. In the bus, backstage, the studio, hotels, bathrooms.. Even behind his drumrisers

All people around you knew you were a thing.. Even tho he did not say the actual words.. You knew

He tried to make eye contact during the show.. glanced at you from behind his drumset always enjoying to watch you dance and sing along to their music, he always came up to you right after the concert

But deep inside you knew how he was, you knew he was a big flirt

The tour continued across America, you tried to not listen to the rumours, but every night you also saw the amount of women around him he looked and smiled, yes of course it was his job

But he clearly enjoyed it.. You kept thinking if he could be unfaithful.. Even tho you were not a couple in public.. still...

One day in Atlanta it became a fact

It was an after show party

You did not really feel like it.. you were not up for a party at all, you had been feeling little dizzy and naseus, but you thought one glass would not hurt anyone

You entered the room

The first thing you saw was in the middle of it there was a huge ice sculpture of the letter Q

It was crowded in there, booze was flowing and cocaine was spread around like white dust on the tables

There was hardly no air at all, you could not be here, you needed to get out

Without thinkin you took the other way out from the partyroom

You should't

You saw Roger

Up against the wall, his pants were pooled at his feet

His head throwned back holding a grip around the head of a cute red haired woman while she eagerly sucked his cock

His eyes met yours

His jaw almost dropped all the way down

He pushed her off him and tried to pull his pants up while running after you

You rushed down the stairs

Then it all became pitch black

You had no idea how long you had been out

But when you woke up it was a new day.. It was flowers next to you from Freddie and a note from your friend that she will come by and see you later

In a chair by the corner of the room sat Roger still sleeping

Then you remembered, you took the glass next to you and throwed it on the wall behind him

He woke up emieditly and came to your bed

- Y/N.... Omg... Are you ok?

He tried to place his hand on you, but you shoved him off

- WTF Roger! What the hell are you doing here?

The door opened before he could answer

- Ms Y/L/N, we are here to take a new ultra sound

What did he talk about.. Your head was spinning

The Doctor explained that you had a  bleeding myoma in your uterus and you had lost a lot of blood, but... your baby was fine

Baby?

- Ohh... My God... I am so so sorry.. Roger started to cry.. I didn’t know...

- I... I.. I did not know either... But..

-... Omg... I could've lost you... Both of you.. Hunnie.. I realized that now... I have been such an ass.. Yesterday.. I was high as a kite.. But it does not for give what I did.. Sweetie.. I am so so sorry..

He bent down his head on your chest you stroked his blonde hair.

You were angry, but even more you were thankful.. You had him, the band, your friend to support you and the baby was going to be ahlright

- I love you.. I really really love you Y/N.. The tour is almost over, When we come home.. Please move in with me. I want to be with you, only you Y/N Y/L/N... Marry me

He placed a soft kiss on your lips

- Yes.. Omg.. Roger... Yes.. Yes

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