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cherryredstars · 8 months

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Pairing: Sub!Miguel X gn!reader

Warnings: 18+, Smut with Little Plot, Blowjobs, Praise, Bondage, Petnames, Edging, Cum Eating, Overstimulation, Inexperienced!Miguel

Summary: No easier way to blow off steam than by blowing off your boyfriend :)

A/N: So much subby Miggy guys. I swear the next one will (hopefully) be different! Also happiest of birthdays to @artisticspivers!

Word Count: 3.9k (Edited)

So, maybe you were a little mad.

But who wouldn’t be? All you wanted to do was spend a nice day out with your boyfriend after not seeing each other for almost a week. But, all you got was a hunkering man trailing behind you as he busied himself on his phone. He had barely spoken a word to you besides a ‘hey, missed you’ and a 'don't you already have something like that?’ when you walked out of the dressing room. He had instantly felt bad when you had decided you had enough and pursed your lips with a quiet, ‘I’m tired. I want to go home.’

He wasn’t trying to do it on purpose, you knew that. Miguel was a busy man and he had a lot on his shoulders. But that didn’t stop you from throwing a pity party for yourself in the passenger seat that quickly turned into silent anger. He was your boyfriend damnit and he should know something like this would upset you! It took everything in you to not whisper something nasty under your breath as every little thing he did wrong today ticked in your head.

When you had arrived home, you had quickly slammed the car door and made your way up to your shared apartment. Meanwhile, Miguel carried a regretful frown as he followed silently behind you. That upsetting pit in his stomach grew stronger when you didn’t even glance his way as he opened the door for you. You had just walked straight in and dumped whatever you were carrying on the counter and started taking off your shoes and coat.

“Mi vida, I-” Miguel started with a sigh before you walked around the counter and slammed your hands on it, causing him to jump slightly.

“Let’s play a game.” You cut in with a voice dripping with mock excitement along with a too wide smile.

Miguel’s brow furrowed in confusion at the quick switch in your mood. He quickly shook his head and tried again, “I think we should really ta-”

“Choose a number between 1 and 5.” You had interrupted again, fingers tapping an intimidating rhythm on the countertop. Miguel’s gaze fell to your fingers, more confusion filling his features, “Five?”

“Okay, now-” You said quickly and Miguel snapped his gaze up to your face. “Wait, no, that isn’t my number. I was ju-”

“Now.” You emphasized, clenching your jaw. So now he wanted to be chatty. Go figure. “Pick a new number: 1 to 5.”

Miguel tried to dampen down his own anger. He balled his fists and flexed his hands before letting out a deep breath. He understands why you’re acting like this, so now he needs to be the patient one. “I pick two.”

He flinched again when you clapped your hands loudly. A more genuine smile formed on your face and the tension in Miguel’s body started to disperse. Okay, Miguel can work with this. You’re already feeling better, so maybe he just needed to play this little… game with you for a little bit. Just until you feel ready to talk and Miguel can find a way to make it up to you. Maybe he can plan a more private date. Maybe bring you to your favorite spot and wine and di-

“Sit on the couch.”

Miguel pulled himself from his thoughts and looked up to find that you moved from the counter to stand next to the couch. Miguel tried to ease the furrow between his brows and walked over to you. He took it as a small victory when you didn’t react as he grazed his hand against yours in passing. He took it as an even greater victory when the second he sat down, you were jumping into his lap and connecting your mouth to his.

Miguel groans as he reciprocates the kiss. His hands instantly start grabbing at your body, squeezing the skin of your thighs and massaging his hands into your ass. In response, your hands reach down to the ends of his shirt and pull it up and over his head. When your lips reconnect, he tries to tease his tongue into your mouth. A soft whine of displeasure is pressed against your lips when you deny him entry. You pull away with a bite and drag of his bottom lip and he looks up at you with hazy eyes. A pleased sigh hums from his throat as you give him one last peck, his lips trying to follow yours when you get up.

Miguel’s legs are already spread slightly, but you push them further out to make room for your body. Miguel’s half-lidded eyes follow you and his brows knit in confusion as you start unbuckling his belt. He watches silently as you work on unlooping the leather and pulling down his zipper. He can already feel his cock pushing against his briefs, and he shifts away slightly every time your hands get too close to it. Your face already being too close to his too aware cock makes him twitch. He’s sure that if you exhale a little too hard in the right direction, he’ll explode in his pants.

His hands reach down to grab on your wrists gently, stopping you from pulling down his remaining clothes. Your eyes trail up his body, going from his bulge, to his naked stomach, over his chest, and finally to his own red irises. Miguel gulps nervously at the almost threatening look you have on your face and he has to hold onto you a little tighter to resist the urge to let you go like you’ve burned him. “What…what are you doing?”

The question makes you roll your eyes. Can a man practically built with sex appeal in mind be so naive, even with his inexperience? You make a mental note to go through his search history because there is no way he has never seen someone about to get a blowjob. For now, you resist the urge to reply with ‘the laundry’, and instead shake off his hands. “I told you. We’re playing a game.”

Miguel opens his mouth to question you again, but instead closes it when he can’t think of anything to say. Instead, he lifts his hips slightly off the couch when you tap his hip so you can remove his clothes. They fall to the floor and Miguel squirms as his cock springs up to rest against his stomach. His aching tip has the smallest bead of precum forming over his slit and his face turns a bright red as you watch it build up.

You creep your hand forward, brushing over his balls and Miguel throws the back of his hand over his mouth to suppress a whimper as his cock jumps in response. His brows are furrowed and his breaths heave against his chest as he watches you wrap your hand around his base. Your hand travels up his length until your thumb presses into his tip. Another whine is suppressed as you bring the thumb to your mouth and suck off his precum.

You look back up to Miguel’s face, making a show of twirling your tongue over the pad of your finger and humming. Miguel’s eyes take in the sight, loving the way your lashes flutter up at him. God, why did you have to be so goddamn erotic. His free hand quickly reaches down and wraps around his cock in an attempt to keep it from twitching again. He squeezes his hand so hard that it’s almost painful, but he knows if he doesn’t, he’ll end up cumming. God you barely even touched him and he’s already about to explode.

As if you read his mind, you began giggling. You pop your thumb out of your mouth and remove Miguel’s hand to replace it with yours. It causes a whispered curse to leave Miguel’s mouth as you mutter, “I barely even touched you and you already look ready to fall apart.”

He’s about to disagree, but he cuts himself off with an ‘oh fuck!’ when your tongue kitten licks his tip. He instantly throws his head back over the couch, his hand turning over to completely cover his mouth. A ragged breath escapes into his palm as he tries to calm himself down. He tries to think of anything that can push down the tightening in his stomach, but his brain is short circuiting from the way your warm tongue is licking his head and length.

“Shit.” Miguel breathes out when his head falls forward to see you. Your hand still holds onto his thick base and your eyes stare up at him as you swirl your tongue over his tip to collect his precum. He lets out a moan that turns into a choked gasp as your licks escalate to gently sucking his swollen head into your mouth. It’s so warm and wet and it's like nothing he’s ever experienced before. His hand leaves his mouth, revealing that it’s dropped open to let out soft pants. His now free hand reaches out and holds onto the back of your neck in a half-hearted attempt to get you off him. “Fuck, I’m so close.”

His whispered confession causes a small moan to vibrate around his tip and he lets out his own as he reaches his peak. He’s gasping out a combination of ‘please, please’ and ‘I’m coming’ repeatedly as he tilts his head back up towards the ceiling. His salty liquid fills your mouth in thick squirts, and you close your eyes as you savor its flavor with each swallow. Once he rides out the last of his release, you pull your mouth off of him. Your lips brush against his semi-hard cock as you smile up at him and say: “One.”

Even if he wasn’t in his post-orgasm daze, he still would have no clue what you mean. His brows furrowed as he brought his eyes back down to your smiling face. His eyes scan you, trying to find a single hint about what ‘one’ means. When he can’t find it, he lets out a breathless, “What?”

“One, Miguel. That was one. You need four more.” Your explanation is still lost on him. You can still see the clear confusion on his face and you can’t help the chuckle you let out. “The game, Miguel? You chose the number five, remember?”

The realization quickly hits him and his eyes widen. Choose a number between 1 and 5. An almost scared look crossed his face. Five? How the hell was he supposed to survive four more rounds of this if he came from you practically breathing on him? Pick a new number: 1 to 5. If his first number signified the amount of rounds or how many times he had to cum, then what does the second number mean? Miguel gulped before asking, “And two? What does the second number mean?”

You simply smiled and shook your head, “You’ll have to find out next time we play.”

Your answer was less than comforting, but Miguel has little time to question you as you suck him back into your mouth. A sharp hiss leaves Miguel’s mouth and his hold on the back of your neck grows tight. His mouth parts in a silent moan as his hand pushes you further down his cock, letting more of him experience the heaven your mouth causes. Your mouth bobs up and down as you suck him in, your tongue playing with his tip before you go back down. Each lick and suck causes Miguel to blink rapidly, mouth still parted with harsh breaths.

“Fucking hell, cariño, so fucking good. Mouth feels so fucking good.” Miguel whimpers out as his hips thrust up slightly.

Sweat breaks on his hairline as he tries to keep his movements shallow to not hurt you. He mumbles small sorrys into the air every time his hips jut forward, and you hum your enjoyment around him as a sign that it’s okay. You force yourself to take more of him in, relaxing your throat and hollowing your mouth. It allows Miguel to hit the back of your throat and he lets out a choked gasp. He stutters out another apology as his hips thrust up again and you gag.

You shake your head slightly, holding him to the back of your throat. The action has Miguel creeping his hand up and into your hair, his other hand running down his face until it stops over his mouth. His apologies turn into hissed curses as he continues thrusting his hips. His head rolls to the side as his eyes glide down to stare at you. You let out a weak moan as he tightens his hold on your head to keep it in place as he fucks your face.

His thrusts quickly become sloppy and he comes undone when your throat tightens with a gag. He lets out small whimpers and lazily fucks his release down your throat. You blink with tears gathering at the corner of your eyes as you let him, trying to swallow it all without choking. When he pulls out, his hand slides back down to the back of your neck to massage it. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

The question is quiet and paired with a soft, concerned look in his eyes. You quickly shake your head no as you lean forward to kiss him. A soft moan escapes him as his taste clings onto your lips. A satisfied breath leaves his nose as you pull away again. That starstruck look is back in his eyes and he can’t help but whisper out, “You’re amazing, you know that?”

His admiration makes you giggle and your hand comes up to caress the side of his jaw. “You might have to take that back after we’re done. You still have three more to go.”

Your words cause a stressed groan to leave Miguel’s mouth. He quickly starts kissing you again, trying to buy himself extra time. It doesn’t last long though as you quickly pull away and reach for his discarded shirt. Miguel raises a brow as you take his hands and hold them in front of you. Miguel quickly pulls them back, but your hand is quick to grab them again.

“What are you doing?” Miguel hisses in a whisper as if he’s sharing a secret. You don’t respond, instead trying to tie his hands together as he squirms.

When you finally get them tied, Miguel tries to undo the knot by moving his wrists. But it does nothing but cause a slight burning sensation and he stops. His eyes leave his binds and go down to your face. You give him a sultry smile before you lower your mouth to his tip and your hand comes back to his base. You stick your tongue out, slapping his tip against it.

He tries once again to undo the tie, an almost predatory look in his eyes as his brows furrow. He’s about to open his mouth and tell you to untie him, that it’s unnecessary, but you blink innocently up at him and you sink your mouth further onto his dick with a hum. Instead of a protest, a sharp whimper leaves his mouth. His claws dig into the flesh of his hand as he watches you pull off of him, spitting a thick glob of saliva onto his tip and massaging it into his skin with your hand. You make a show of quickly bobbing around him for a few seconds before pulling off again to jerk him off.

He’s acutely aware of his sensitivity, hips ever so slightly fucking into your hand as he lets out moans and grunts. Every now and then he tries to undo his bondage, only to be stopped with the slight scraping of your teeth or by your hands coming up to hold his hands still. His breathing becomes more desperate and he tries to press his hips further into the couch to give himself a small break. Your mouth instantly follows, staying attached to his dick as you suck him.

“Fuck, give me a break. Please.” Miguel grits out as he feels his cock throb as you jerk him off again.

You glare up at him with a shake of your head, solidifying your answer as you vigorously move your head up and down him. Miguel lets out loud groans, blood beading around his nails from how deep they sink into his skin. His hips buck again and his body shakes violently. He lifts his hips as he explodes with a shout. He squirts hard as he whines. The thick ropes come too quick for you to swallow all of it, a trail running down the side of your mouth.

Miguel desperately starts pleading as you don’t get off him like the other two times before. After you swallow, you quickly go back to bobbing your head again. You hum out, ‘two’ faintly around his cock and he sobs from the stimulation on his sensitive cock. He bites his lip and he presses his back hard against the couch as he closes his eyes tightly. He mutters something under his breath, almost like a prayer, voice beginning to hiccup as tears build up behind his closed lids. As you continue, his words get louder as his voice rises.

“Fuck! Please! Oh god, please! Stop! Stop, stop, stop. I can’t take it!” He sobs out as he throws his arms into the air and over his head to grip the back of the couch for stability.

His muscles are tense as they shake and his back arches off the couch as he cries. Loud, watery breaths part from his mouth and he starts babbling nonsense in an effort for you to take mercy on him. It has no effect on you, just making you roll your eyes and give his overused tip hard sucks. Miguel comes quick, everything is too much to him and he lets out loud sobs as tears stain his cheeks.

When he comes, you finally give him the mercy he was looking for. You pop him out of your mouth, some of his cum getting caught on your chin and lips while the rest streams down his length before pooling at his abdomen. As he releases, your hands untie his shirt and his hands instantly fly to cover his face once they're free. He cries into his hands as his body jolts and spasms.

“Please, no more. No more, no more, no more. I-i can’t take it, please.” He gasps into his hands, his wrists slightly reddish from being tied up.

Miguel flinches slightly when you reach up and gently take his hands away from his face. His eyes are glossy from tears and his lips tremble in their pouting form. You coo gently at him, peppering soft kisses to his forehead to calm him down. His hiccups die down to soft whimpers as he closes his eyes and breathes in your scent. Your hands come up to gently cradle his jaw.

“Shh, it’s okay, puppy. You’re okay. Only one more. You can do that right? Can you do that for me, Miggy? Can you give me one more?” You whisper to him, your other hand brushing away tears from his eyes.

His eyes instantly start tearing up again and his head instantly shakes no, “I-i can’t.”

You shush him again as you press a hard kiss to his forehead. Your hand pushes his sweaty hair out his face and you take his wrists into your hands to massage away any soreness. “Of course, you can. You’ve been doing such a good job so far.”

He tries to process your words, taking a few deep breaths. You both sit in silence for a moment until Miguel’s breath resumes to a normal pace and his body has stopped its hard spasms. When he swallows and whispers a weak ‘okay’, you smile encouragingly at him and get back on your knees.

You keep your touch light as you grab onto his dick, but Miguel still lets out a soft whine. You gently stroke him to get him hard again, pressing soft kisses to his tip. When he gets to an inbetween state, you gently suck him into your mouth again. A watery moan vibrates from his throat as he begins to harden fully in your mouth. Even with his sensitivity, you can’t help but want to drag this out. You softly release him, holding his cock still as you blow warm air onto his tip. A pained hiss leaves his mouth, face looking hopelessly to the ceiling.

You continue the action, sucking him off and stopping to blow air onto him every time he comes close to finishing. It causes soft sobs to rebuild in his chest as his tip swells angrily for his final release. He lets out a whine each time, hands clawing into the couch cushions or into his hair as his eyes dart around the room as if looking for something to help him escape your edging. He reaches the point again where he’s overly sensitive and begging for you to give him his release.

“Please, please let me finish. I can’t. Please.” His voice is scratchy from all his loud moans and whimpers. His eyes are desperate and seem to look past you in a lust-filled daze.

Your hands come to massage his thighs and you nod, “I need you to do something for me first.”

“Anything. I’ll do anything.” he replies quickly, nodding his head in agreement with himself.

You hum and kiss his tip again, causing his cock to twitch. “I need you to say sorry. Say you’re sorry for how you were behaving before.”

After finishing your sentence you begin sucking him again. Miguel cries out, yelling out sorry over and over again as his palms come to press into his eyes. When he twitches in your mouth again, you don’t tease him and let him finish. He shouts out and his legs push his body off the couch.

You take your mouth off of him and lean back to give him room. His body convulses in its suspended position and his cock still twitches and jumps even after he stops spurting out cum. His legs seem to give out as he falls to the couch and sinks into the cushion. He sits there shivering, his chest heaving with heavy sobs as he repeats ‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.’

Once he finally calms down, he pulls his hands away from his face. His lashes are wet with tears, and he blinks at you sluggishly. He looks so pretty with his dazed eyes and sweaty skin. You walk over and gently wipe his face and neck with his shirt, slightly cleaning him up. When your eyes meet his, he whispers out like a timid child, “Did I do good?”

His question instantly melts your heart and you have to resist the urge to pout at his cuteness. You smile brightly at him and kiss the tip of his nose. “Of course. Did so good for me, baby.”

Miguel seems to relax with your reassurance and he rests his head over the back of the couch as he lets his body rest. He closes his eyes as the soreness starts to creep in. His eyes only open when you press a cold glass of water to his overheated skin. He graciously drinks some of the water through the metal straw you placed in the glass to make it easier for him.

You brush your hand through his sweaty locks to push them away from his face as you whisper, "Go take a nap, Miggy. We’ll talk about what happened later.”

Your words are all he needs before he lets out an affirmative hum and lets his body succumb to exhaustion.

Might be the last subby Miguel post for a while. School is starting up again and I have to finish some WIPs and pre-write some quick stuff in case I get busy!

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river13245 · 4 months

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Cookies and laughter

Navigation / Criminal Minds Masterlist

Aaron Hotchner x gn reader

The sound of your phone vibrating on the kitchen island is what made you stop what you were doing to pick it up. You didn't even have to bother to look at who it was calling you because you had a special ringtone for your husband. That was different from everyone else.

After answering the phone you place it on your shoulder and lean your head to the side so it doesn't fall. "Hi Aaron" his name left your lips in a smooth sounding way. You knew that when Aaron called you during work he didn't want to be reminded of work so you called him by his name or a pet name when you were feeling extra brave.

It took a moment for him to respond and when he did you could tell by the tone of his voice that he was agitated and not in a very good mood. "hi sweetheart. I'm going to be home a bit earlier than planned tonight" He never spoke about his job over the phone. He just wanted to focus on your voice and the thought of you at home with jack.

You were surprised that he was coming home earlier because usually he is calling you saying that he will be later. However it went well with your plans, you just had to hurry up the pace. "Okay great. Ill make us some food and we can all have a relaxing night" The sigh that leaves his lips has you smiling. "that sounds amazing. I've got to go but I love you"

"I love you too" When the call ended you placed your phone back onto the counter and went back to baking cookies. You had been making cookies so that Jack could decorate some for his father before he got home. The tree had been put up with the help of your husband a few days ago but it was left undecorated. Tonight will be the last night it isnt lit up with lights and decorations because the three of you will be making this home more christmasy

As you pull out the cookies and place the tray on top of the stove Jack comes into the room. "it smells really good in here" he says as he comes up beside you to look at the cookies. "well I am the best baker in the state so it better smell good in here" This earns a laugh from the young boy.

Going to the fridge to get icing and some other things you didn't even have to look over to know that he was trying to grab a cookie to eat already. "They are hot. No touching" He looks at you like a deer in headlights and he has the same look on his face that Aaron does when you tell him no. "how did you even know I was grabbing one?"

His words make you smile as you place the items on the big table. "I see everything. There's not much that your able to sneak past me" Jack laughs a little and sits at the table. "ill grab you a butter knife so you can spread the icing around"

Once everything is set up you had left Jack to the cookie decorating while you go get out ornaments that they had in boxes. There was Christmas music playing throughout the house that Jack had requested earlier today and its been playing ever since.

As you placed a box down you hear Jacks voice from the kitchen "can you come decorate with me?" How could you ever say no to that. "yeah I'm coming" you set the box to the side so it wasn't in the way and went and sat beside Jack at the table.

Jack had made a gingerbread man that resembled a bit like his father and so you smile and point to it. "is that your father as a gingerbread man" He ends up laughing and nodding "Yes that is who it is. Doesn't it look great!"

It had black icing for the hair and a face with a huge smile because that's all Jack ever seen of his father. He knew his father was a happy man. Of course he had seen his father upset, sad and all other emotions but happiness and laughter is how Jack sees him and it made your heart ache from the amount of love you felt for the both of them. "It looks fantastic Jack"

The two of you continued to decorate the cookies and by the time that Aaron got there the both of you were singing along to the music that you barely noticed him. He had time to take a few photos of the both of you before you noticed. Jack is the first one to run up to him and hug his father while you stay back. Then when he makes his way to you, you place a kiss to his lips.

Jack makes a disgusted sound and it causes the both of you to laugh and then when Aaron looks at the cookies he sees the one that looks like Aaron and he looks at Jack "did you make that" When he nods Aaron smiles "it looks really good. In fact I might just have to eat it first" He grabs it and takes a bite and he nods letting you know its good.

"go get into some comfortable clothes we are going to decorate the tree and watch a Christmas movie" He laughs as you practically shoo him out of the kitchen.

When he leaves to go to the bedroom you clean everything up and place the cookies on a plate so that they can be eaten throughout the night.

Then when it is time to decorate the tree, the three of you have it lit up with colorful lights and decorations and then its the hassle of putting up the star on the top so when jack gets the star out he goes to his dad and he lifts him up as he places it on the tree.

After that's all finished you put on the the Grinch because its your favorite and also Jack loves it too. The both of you mouth some of the lines to each other and laugh while Aaron just looks at his family in complete adoration and halfway throughout the movie the three of you are asleep in the same bed. Jack in between the both of you curled up.

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shmolish · 25 days

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Shadow Milk x Reader

Oneshot

Warnings: Implied Swearing (?) Not proof read

-Rainy Day Shenanigans-

What is one supposed to do on a rainy day?

Sleep in? Play games? Read?

According to Shadow Milk Cookie, it's clinging to your lover.

"I'm not clingy, I'm conserving body heat."

His arms wrapped around your waist, and he'd hold you close to him.

"The only one cold here is you," You'd respond.

"Okay, what's your point?"

You'd sigh.

There's no reasoning with him.

But oh well. It's not that bad.

"Oh! We should bake something!" He would suggest out of the blue.

"What- Why?"

"Come on, it'll be fun!"

Shadow Milk Cookie took hold of your hand and dragged you into the kitchen.

You had just cleaned the counter earlier, so it was pristine with a white glow.

That wasn't going to last very long.

"So, what do we plan on making today?" You asked him.

"A cake!"

"You know neither one of us know how to bake, right?"

"Yeah but how hard can it be? We get the recipe and do the things. Easy."

He found an easy enough recipe and started to collect ingredients around your house.

"This is everything!"

Flour, eggs, milk, vanilla extract, sugar, butter, and baking powder.

"Okay, what do we do first?" You asked.

Both of you went through each of the steps, measuring and adding ingredients.

Sure, it was messy, but things weren't that bad..

...

"MILK WHAT TEMPERATURE DID YOU SET IT TO?"

"3,500?"

"WHAT THE F-"

So yeah. That happened.

The cake came out as a pile of ash.

"Um, ta-da?" He smiled at you awkwardly.

"You were supposed to set it to 350, not 3,500," you said while glaring at the 'cake'.

"Oops! My bad..." He nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck.

"But at least I failed with my most beloved~"

He kissed your neck softly, snaking arms around your waist.

"So cooking isn't realy our thing. Wanna play games instead?"

"I guess-"

《☆》

"Go fish."

You rolled your eyes and drew another card from the pile.

"Do you have a seven of hearts?"

You handed him your card. This is the tenth match he's had this game.

"Are you cheating?" You'd ask with a skeptical look.

"No, you're just bad."

"I'm am not. This game is basically luck based."

"Okay, whatever. Do you have a king of spades?"

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, love," he said with a grin.

"Go fish!"

...

"I want a rematch! I can definitely win this time."

You played ten rounds with him, and only won two.

Each time he'd snicker at you, and give you that cheeky grin.

"Doll, I admire your persistence. Really, I do. I just think we should try something else..."

"Like what?"

"Like watching a movie. That way I can hold you close to me, and admire you."

"So you don't really care about the movie then?"

"I mean, I do care about it. Just not as much as I care about you. There's nothing I care more about that you, dove."

You couldn't help the slight blush on your face.

You couldn't help the way your heart churned.

How had you gotten so lucky?

"Now come on, I wanna hold you!"

Shadow Milk Cookie would pick you up in his arms and place you down onto the couch, where he spent his time wrapping his arms around you, and giving you his affection.

A random movie played in the background, but to him, you were much more entertaining.

"I love you," he cooed.

"I love you too," You'd respond.

《☆》 Fin

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goldenroutledge · 1 year

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serenity

pairing: pope heyward x reader

word count: 1.7k

summary: your first anniversary with pope.

warning(s): none! just fluff <3

pope heyward masterlist

365 days. One full year of being able to call Pope truly yours. The days seemed to go by in a flash, each memory together replaying in your head with a rose colored tint. It had been so easy, you thought. Sure, there were a handful of silly arguments and temporary goodbyes that made your heart clench at the thought. But choosing to entrust him with the key to your heart, and never letting go of the key to his, that part was easy.

“Y/n.” Pope cooed in a soft voice, nudging your half-sleeping body. “Wake up.”

You took a deep breath in, not wanting to stop drowsily reminiscing about the man beside you. “Happy anniversary, my love.” He mumbled with a soft kiss to your forehead.

Purely to mess with him for interrupting your dreamy state, you stared at him blankly, feigning forgetfulness of the important date. Pope’s smile faltered at your expression.

“You didn’t forget, did you?”

Your laugh echoed through the acoustics of the room, putting him at ease. “Of course not! I was just messing with you.” He smiled at the feel of your arms around his torso and your lips peppering his jaw. “Happy anniversary to you, too.”

“I have something for you.” You mumbled into his neck, before reaching for your nightstand drawer to retrieve it.

“I told you that you didn’t have to get me anything, my love. Just being with you today is more than enough.”

“Sorry, honey. I just couldn’t help myself, you know how impulsive I can be.”

“Indeed I do.” He teased, rubbing circles on your skin with his thumb. “Or maybe you just need to stop spending so much time with JJ, I think you’re picking up on his bad habits.”

You gasped, harmlessly brushing his arm away. “Actually, JJ had great advice on my gift for you. You’ll be thanking us both once you open it.”

“Tonight I will.” Pope grabbed your hand and interlocked your fingers, helping you out of bed. “But for right now, I have a surprise waiting for you.”

You raised an eyebrow. “A surprise? Is it a good one?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes, of course I do. But you know I’m not the fondest of surprises.” You reminded him. “Please don’t tell me I have to wear a blindfold.”

He gave your hand a gentle squeeze, hoping to bring up your enthusiasm. “For the time being, you don’t. Come on, I think you’ll like it.”

Pope led you by the arm down the hall and to your kitchen, stepping out of the way so you could get a view of your dining table, decorated more than usual for the occasion. “Ta-da!” He cheered, pulling your chair out for you like he always did. A simple but sweet gesture that was never overlooked in your time together.

“You made all this?” You marveled, eyes darting from dish to dish, an array of all your favorite breakfast foods resting on the table. Pope wasn’t exactly known to be a chef, but his hidden talents never failed to amaze you.

“Of course I did. You deserve it. My mom might’ve taught me a few things.”

At the revelation you both chuckled, understanding why everything looked so appealing. Your heart fluttered at the thought of him putting in the time and effort into making something special for you.

Pope may have been grinning on the outside— after all, if you were happy, so was he— but he couldn’t deny the panic he was feeling.

Just yesterday when he went to the local florist to pick up your favorite flowers, they were completely out. He cursed himself for not planning this better ahead of time, but was determined to figure something out.

« “Fuck.” Pope sighed, entering the Chateau and slamming the door shut behind him.

“What’s wrong dude?” JJ questioned.

“Well, my anniversary is tomorrow. And the florist is sold out of sunflowers.”

“I could’ve told you that.” John B chimed in, opening his can of soda as he entered the room. “They’re all at Tannyhill for Sarah’s birthday party.”

“Not surprised.” JJ muttered. “Can’t you get some other flowers for Y/n?”

“Absolutely not.” Pope rejected. “It’s sunflowers or no flowers.”

JJ scoffed. “Girls love all flowers. Are you sure she wouldn’t be fine with some roses or something? Y/n would appreciate it either way.”

“True.” Pope acknowledged. “But it’s our anniversary. I want it to be special, and what is special about saying: ‘Hey, I know we’ve been together for a year but I can’t be bothered to notice what your favorite flower is’. I have to try.”

“You know, I think my cousin still works at some type of garden store. Maybe they have ‘em there.” JJ offered. “You said sunflowers right?” »

In the midst of your breakfast, Pope’s phone buzzed in his pocket, letting him know he was receiving a call. He ignored it, too entranced with the beauty sitting in front of him that he couldn’t be bothered to let anything or anyone distract him from this moment.

But then his phone rang again, and then eventually for a third time. “You can answer it, hun, I don’t mind.” You told him. “Clearly someone’s trying to reach you.”

“I’m sorry, beautiful. I won’t be long.” He excused, reaching over to kiss your cheek before rushing to another room once he read JJ’s contact name.

“Did you find them?” Pope spoke lowly, just loud enough for only JJ to hear on the other line.

“Good morning to you too, man. Geez.”

“Well, did you? I’m in the middle of breakfast with Y/n.”

“Nah. The Cameron’s must’ve hit up my cousin’s shop too because she’s all out. Damn kooks.”

Pope sighed, letting his head fall back against the closed door at the words he dreaded hearing.

“But listen, I have a backup plan.” Somehow that doesn’t reassure me, Pope thought. “She says there’s this flower shop on the mainland that should have them. It’s not too far away.”

“Can you go get them?”

“Nah, I gotta go to work pretty soon. But the next ferry leaves in 30. You could leave now, get them yourself, and still be back in time for the sunset or whatever.”

“Alright. I guess I’ll have to. Thanks anyway.” Pope sighed, hanging up the phone and plastering on a smile before joining you again.

“Everything okay?” You asked, as your love did not sit down to resume eating with you.

“I need to run an errand fast.” He explained with urgency. “I know we were gonna spend the day together but I promise I will make it up to you, okay?”

“Okay..?” You replied, unintentional skepticism surely lacing your voice. “I’ll see you later then. Thanks for breakfast!”

“No problem. I love you.” Pope assured, giving you a quick peck before heading out the door.

“I love you, too!” You called out after him.

You weren’t sure why Pope left in such a hurry, on your first anniversary no less, but knowing him, it had to be for a good reason.

If only he didn’t go to so much trouble for some sunflowers. Hours had passed by before he returned. At around 7, he texted you and told you to wait a few more minutes before he picked you up.

You all but ran through your house and out the front door at the familiar hum of his truck pulling up. “Hi, again.” Pope greeted you, cupping your face and kissing you.

“What took you so long? I missed you.” You mumbled, pulling away from him.

“Long story.” Pope briefly explained before fishing through a bag for a blindfold. “May I?”

“Are you sure I can’t just close my eyes?”

“I know you’ll peek.”

“Whatever.” You huffed, snatching the blindfold and putting it on yourself. “Just drive, lover boy.”

After what felt like forever of sitting in the dark, jolting occasionally when the road became uneven, you felt the truck come to a stop. “Are we there?”

“We’re here, sweetheart.” Pope confirmed. “I’ll help you out.”

As promised, Pope came around to your side of the truck and helped you out, though your movements were slow with precaution.

“Woah.” You gasped, feeling the not so solid ground beneath you. “Is that sand?”

Pope chuckled as you kicked some up with your shoe, clearly trying to find out for yourself to be sure. “Yes. We’re at the beach, hun.”

“Okay.” You spoke wearily, squeezing the life out of your boyfriend’s hand as you made your steps carefully. “You better not let me walk into the ocean, Pope. Is this how you get rid of all your girlfriends after 1 year?”

“Nope. Just you.” He quipped, pinching your side as he held onto you. “Alright, you can take the blindfold off.”

You did as told, careful of your hair as you removed it gently. The sight before you drew a gasp from your lips, a spread out picnic blanket with an abundance of sunflowers decorating the space. “Pope! This is so cute!”

“Only the cutest for you.” He returned, helping you sit down. “I was gone for the day trying to find you some sunflowers. Everyone was sold out and I had to go to like a hundred places. But it’s worth it.”

“You really didn’t have to go to so much trouble, y’know.”

“Don’t worry. I’d go to a hundred more stores if I had to. I’d go to Mars for you.” Pope smiled, throwing his arm around your shoulders and letting you hide your face into his chest. Even after one year, his effect on you never wavered. You would always feel like a schoolgirl with a crush on Pope Heyward.

The sound of the waves crashing against the shore completed the serene aura on the beach, the stars beginning to make their appearance in the dusky sky.

“This is all so beautiful. Thank you for today.”

“Thank you for every day.”

“Damn, do you really have to try and outdo me with your cute ass responses?”

“We’ve lasted this long, if I didn’t know any better I’d start to think you love it.”

Your smile beamed as you kissed him, eyes twinkling once you opened then again, always a definite result of the love in front of you. “I guess you’re right about something.”

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bokuto x reader // sfw, gratuitous fluff, established relationship // wc 1.6k

planning birthdays is just one of bo's many talents <3

an: this is a little birthday present for my favourite bo stan in the entire world @brainrot329 ! she is a ray of sunshine and one of the best people i know and it is an honour to write a bo fic dedicated to this wonderful human !!!

you had never figured bokuto for much of a chef. you've been together for four years, lived together for two, and so you feel you know him pretty well by now -- the man has multitudes of talents, but preparing food is not one of them.

he has no trouble with eating, obviously, since pretty much every team barbeque ends with him being physically dragged away by a teammate or long-suffering coach, begging for someone else to be allowed their pick of the steaks.

but his appreciation for food does not extend to cooking or baking, shopping for ingredients or meal planning. his lack of culinary proficiency is not from any form of uselessness or incompetence -- he's good at pretty much anything he turns his hand to, plus the msby nutrition team supplies most of his meals anyway -- he just doesn't have much of an interest. which is more than fair; nobody can be expected to be good at everything.

but this is also why you find it to be very shocking that today, your birthday, he has offered to prepare you a four-course meal to mark the special occasion.

he had informed you of his plan this morning over pancakes at your favourite diner while you were mid-sip of coffee. as you smiled and expressed gratitude, you had to put in a copious amount of effort to prevent your jaw from dropping open and accidentally spitting coffee everywhere.

again, it's not that he's incapable of achieving this task. he’d likely be very capable should he puts his mind to it, but it's just ... this is his first time cooking. you don't attempt the tour de france before learning how to ride a bike, and you can't imagine that a four-course meal (with accompanying wines, he informs you) is the easiest introduction to the culinary arts.

but he seems certain, and the last thing you want to do is discourage this newfound enthusiasm.

the rest of the day was spent out with friends and family as bo headed home to get everything ready. he didn't give many hints as to what the rest of the evening would entail, but he did say that he knew you'd love it.

(and you will; regardless of the final product, you can see how much effort he's put in. you just hope you won't arrive home to the scent of singed hair and an eyebrow-less bokuto standing forlorn in the kitchen.)

when your college friends took you out for cocktails in the early hours of the evening, you stuck to just two margaritas so as not to take away from the rest of the night. they dropped you back home with gifts in hand and plans to meet up again next week to get your nails done – a strange suggestion since you haven’t gone to the salon as a group in years, but you wave it off.

now, standing at your doorstep, you take a deep breath before twisting the handle and letting yourself in.

the place smells ... nice. really nice. it's a medley of scents from multiple dishes but they all come together to paint a very positive picture; hints of citrus, the buttery aroma of your favourite pasta sauce, something sweet you vaguely recognise as being your grandmother's french vanilla cake recipe.

suddenly overcome with a sense of awe and burning anticipation, you make a beeline for the kitchen.

you find everything in it to be clean, perfectly presented, except for bokuto himself. he stands by the countertop, spatula in hand, covered with a light dusting of flour and with a scorch mark on his light-blue shirt.

"never promised it'd go completely without a hitch, did i?" he grins, expression as close to bashful as you've seen it. setting down the utensils and dusting himself off with a kitchen towel, he closes the distance to take your hand, guiding you to your seat at the table. with a professional flourish he pours you a glass of sparkling wine, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head once you've sat down.

"you enjoy that while i go change," he mumbles against your hair, "and i’ll also make sure I'm not still smouldering."

you laugh as he walks away, heart swelling in your chest as you survey the space around you.

he's bought a bouquet of your favourite flowers from that little old florist who lives three doors down from your apartment, the one whose displays you always admire when you head out to work in the mornings. he has your favourite album playing on vinyl, the low reverberations of the music filling the candle-lit kitchen.

distantly, you wonder if bo's fire incident came from the cooking or the decoration.

but before you have much time to consider, he's arrived back in the kitchen with a fresh shirt and almost-tamed hair, paired with that signature bo smile that lights up all of his features.

"ready for course number one?" he exclaims, clapping his hands together as he heads over to the counter space. once you voice your assent he produces two dishes as if from nowhere, heading over to the table and setting yours down in front of you.

you find yourself looking down at a perfectly presented salad, crisp leaves and a citrus dressing that reminds you exactly of the one you had --

"on our first date!" you burst out before even taking a bite. "this is the salad from that bistro by college!"

the bistro where he had taken you after finally mustering up the courage to ask, waiting until after you both had graduated to make his move. you're still not sure why he was so anxious since your class had no qualms about intra-departmental fraternisation, but you're just glad he went for it eventually.

he nods, clearly relieved you picked up on the connection.

the salad is wonderful, a light and refreshing starter for the evening, and you inform him as much.

your response clearly encourages him. he gets up again to start heating the next dish, pouring you a glass of wine beforehand for you to nurse while he gets things ready.

this time, he presents you with a bowl of soup. the same type of soup ...

"that you made for me that time i got the flu!" he informs you this time, voice achingly fond as he watches for your reaction. "and no word of a lie -- it cured me."

his earnestness draws another laugh from you, the soothing smell of herbs and vegetables bringing you back to that afternoon.

you had never seen bo so sick before and you haven't seen it since. with the combination of his healthy approach to life and sheer stubbornness to remain top of his game, he ends up avoiding most illnesses, and so when he called his coach to inform him he wouldn't be making 8am practice, you knew things were serious.

he ran a temperature, cheeks flushing an adorable shade of pink that you would have appreciated more were he not suffering, and had started shivering by noon.

"you need to keep your strength up," you had whispered softly to him, setting a glass of water down at his bedside and perching yourself on the edge, watching as he slowly started eating the soup. it was difficult with a sore throat but he managed to polish the whole thing off.

that soup was the only thing he could stomach for forty-eight hours, eating it for every meal until his shivering subsided and his muscles stopped aching.

it's one of the few dishes he knew how to prepare before tonight, since he insists on making it with you whenever either one of you starts to show any signs of impending sniffles.

once the soup has been finished and cleared away, the third course is presented with another glass of wine and near-giddy smile from bo. just as you had guessed from the hallway, he serves up your favourite pasta dish, the recipe having been scribbled down on a napkin after the chef from the aforementioned first-date bistro was kind enough to let you have it.

bo managed to replicate it perfectly, albeit not without slightly singeing the accompanying garlic bread (explaining the scorch mark on his shirt).

as you take your first bite, you realise that he was right earlier when he promised that you'd love this.

it wasn't that the food was michelin quality (though it was undoubtedly delicious, especially for a first-timer) -- it was the thought that went into every dish, every ingredient, every element. the effort that went into telling a story with each course.

you've never felt as loved as you do in this moment.

that is, until he brings out dessert in the form of your grandmother's french vanilla cake. it’s been frosted to the best of bokuto's ability, with 'happy birthday my love!' edged in pink font and surrounded by flickering candles.

there's also a design under the words. a little shape, something you can't see without squinting.

he carries it over to you proudly, though with a slight tremble in his hands you can't quite understand ...

after blowing out the candles, you lean in to examine the cake closer.

it takes a few seconds for it to land, to determine what bo attempted to draw in icing format, but once it hits you ...

"is that a ring?"

your heart pounds in your chest, each word leaving your lips in a flurry as you try to gauge whether or not your exhilaration is merited.

and in lieu of an answer, bo sets the cake on the table before getting down on one knee, producing a velvet-bound ring box from the pocket of his new shirt.

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alwayzraven · 7 months

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Kardeşlerim Ep 99

Aybike went out to get some air and she saw the others, they just got back from Lydia's house. Asiye asked her if Berk is still upset with her. Aybike told her that they broke up. Asiye told her to tell him the truth about Elif being his sister but Aybike told her that it wasn't just that. She told her that Ayla did something bad and that her mom is also involved. She told her she can't explain to Berk why she is avoiding him.

Aybike:"Berk thought I wanted to beak up with him. Why would I want to break up with him? I love him so much".

Aybike:"I wish I never found out about this"

Asiye comforted her 🥺❤️

Aybike couldn't sleep, she was sitting in the living room. Oglucan asked Aybike if Berk did something to her but she said that she was the one who did something to him, it was her fault.

Ayla has a friend in Milan who sent her picture of a school her daughter goes to and Ayla showed them to Berk. Berk wasn't interested. Ayla was talking about looking for a house for them there and Elif came into the room. Elif asked them why they suddenly stopped talking when they saw her and Ayla told her that they didn't. Elif then went to make breakfast. Berk asked Ayla when she would tell Elif about them leaving. Ayla said she doesn't know. Berk told her that she has to tell her asap so Elif can plan accordingly. Ayla said that Elif got used to them and even her and Berk don't fight anymore. Berk said that she is actually a nice person. It's nice to see that Berk and Elif's relationship got better but I hope he finds out that she is his sister soon.

The Erens arrived to school before Berk. Aybike was looking for him in the lobby. Usually, he comes early and waits for her but this time he wasn't there 🥺 When Berk came, he said good morning to them and left. He didn't look at Aybike.

Aybike:"He didn't even look at my face. Is this how it's going to be from now on?".

Berk was sitting at the cafeteria telling Maher about what happened between him and Aybike and Maher didn't understand anything. I really miss Doruk 😭 He would've told him "Berko, don't worry, everything will be okay". Then Asiye came and told him that Aybike needs a literature book that she couldn't find at the library but Berk had it with him and he got mad. He called her childish bc she didn't come herself to talk to him and chose to send Asiye. Ngl, this scene was so funny to watch 😂 He was complaining about Aybike's behavior and Asiye stood there listening to him and she didn't know what to do 😂

Berk was about to leave school. It was raining. He took out his umbrella. Aybike was also about to leave and she saw Berk standing in the rain. Then she saw the yellow umbrella he was holding.

Flashback scene: Berk and Aybike were leaving the school together and it was raining outside.

Berk:"Wait, wait, my love, look what I have here" and he got his umbrella out of his bag “Ta-da!”

Aybike:” You have an umbrella with you?”

Berk:”I bought it when I went to France but I am using it for the first time with you so it has become even more valuable to me. This became romantic by the way”

THIS LOOK RIGHT HERE! What is this? It screams I want to kiss you so bad 🔥🔥🔥

Aybike:”It didn’t become romantic. Don’t say things like that, I think it became very scary”

Berk:”Why would you say that? If anyone took a photo of us standing like this right now, it would clearly be the cover of a romantic movie."

Aybike:”Okay Berk. I don’t like these things. What do I have to say to make you understand that?”

Berk:”I know my love, I know that very well so let’s do this: I am going to stand here and scream ”I love you” so I can close the book of romance today”

Aybike:”if this will be the last thing you do…..”

Then Berk gave her the umbrella and his bag and stood under the rain. Aybike told him that he will get drenched by the rain and tried to cover him with the umbrella but he told her not to do that.

Aybike”Okay, hurry up”

Berk cleared his throat.

Berk:”I love you!”

Aybike:”Okay”

Berk:”I love you”

Aybike:”Berk, okay, okay, me too”

Berk:”then you scream it too”

Aybike:”Okay, I just said it, I love you”

Berk:”I can’t hear you, my love”

Aybike:”I love you”

Berk (asking her to repeat after him):”I love you too”

Aybike screaming:”Okay, I love you too! I am leaving, are you coming?”

Berk:”I love you, my Aybike”

Aybike was looking around her. I think she was shy 😂

Berk:”Attaman school, I love this girl, Aybike Eren, so much”

Aybike:”Okay I am leaving!”

Then she started walking away

Berk:”Come over here”

Then he hugged her and kissed her ❤️

Another missed opportunity for a kiss scene 🙄

Back to present day:

Berk turned and looked at Aybike then he threw the umbrella on the ground. He left the umbrella for her because he couldn’t just give it to her since they weren’t on speaking terms and he left 🥺

Aybike looked at the umbrella and remembered how he screamed that he loved her under the rain.

Aybike:"I love you too, I still love you so much"

She picked up the umbrella and took it home.

She sat on her bed with the umbrella in her hand. She was crying. Sengul came suddenly into her room and Aybike was startled so she threw the umbrella on the ground. Sengul told her to give her the umbrella. She asked her why she had it. Aybike asked her to leave her room but Sengul said that she's not leaving until she explains to her why she had that yellow umbrella.

Aybike:"It's Berk's umbrella! Okay? Berk's umbrella! We had good memories with this umbrella but do you know what he did today? He threw it on the ground like it was trash, because he was so angry at me, because we had to break up because of you and his mom "

She thought Berk threw away the umbrella bc it reminded him of her but he left it on purpose for her bc Berk always takes care of Aybike even when they are not together 😭

Sengul basically told her that she was exaggerating and that she didn't have to break up with Berk bc she wasn't the one who killed his mom. Aybike told her she can't look at Berk's face after Sengul took money from Ayla in exchange for her silence. Sengul stressed that she "borrowed" money from Ayla. Aybike said that no one understands her 😭 Then she hugged the forgive me bear.

I loved today's episode because they showed how Aybike was miserable without Berk. Ngl, I was waiting to see this since S3 and I can't believe it's happening. The flashback rain scene was SO PERFECT AND SO BEAUTIFUL ❤️

No teaser was released after the episode 😭 They are going to make us suffer since it's ep 100. I hope they are going to release a good tease and I hope the airport scene will be in it.

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clean-bands-dirty-stories · 1 year

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New Chapter ~ H.D.

A/n: Finally getting more requests out!! Six left :)

Request: “Hamish falling for the reader (male, if thats okay?) who has just been chosen by one of the pelts, and being terrified of losing him because of what happened with Cassie?? Maybe Randall pushes him into confessing by threatening to ask him out himself? (I love a chaotic good wingman )” by anon

MASTERLIST

It had been a long time coming.

Hamish knew what was going on with him. He knew what that feeling in his chest was when he looked at Y/n. He knew why his fingers twitched when Y/n had a hair out of place, or something smeared on his face. He knew why he tended to lean into Y/n, like he was magnetic, and why he protected him more than anyone else. Why he listened to Y/n talk about things that Hamish otherwise found incredibly dull and a waste of time. Why he let Y/n invade his space and do things he’d murder any of the others for doing - like making drinks with his special cups. He knew what it meant when Y/n stole a random shirt and it happened to be Hamish’s and when he wore it around, it made the poor TA unable to move or breathe or think.

If any of that wasn’t obvious enough, he gave himself away with his thoughts. The ones that took him through a day distracted because he was thinking about what Y/n was wearing, or his smile or voice or laugh or touch. The ones that excitedly counted down the seconds until Hamish could see him again. The ones that had him waking up gasping from dreams he did not want to think about... the ones that followed him in the daytime too, dreaming even with his eyes open and smiling to himself at the fantasies his stupid little mind came up and tortured him with.

Hamish knew he was in love with Y/n.

That wasn’t the problem.

Y/n was another TA, and worked for one of the math teachers - physics. They had initially bonded over people thinking their subject boring and hard and ridiculous and unnecessary. The men had exchanged so many jokes about it they’d started to wonder if the other would be able to understand their subject. So they’d done lesson plans together, and then... kept doing that, because it was a lot easier and more pleasant to do it with someone else.

Now they were friends...

But Hamish wasn’t human. Not really. He was a Knight, a wolf. He was caught in a war of magic and moral greyness. One that held either death or misery for everyone who was apart of it. He couldn’t have a relationship in this world - he had tried once, and it had failed. Now more than ever, he was surrounded with failing relationships that reminded even more that it just wouldn’t work.

And even if it did, how could he ever subject Y/n to this world? He was already stressed, even if he did talk about having adventures and becoming a hero. Even if he did like fantasy books and studied mythology lore. Even if he dreamed of more... he didn’t actually understand what he was asking for. While Y/n was busy dreaming of magic, Hamish wished he could join him. Wished he didn’t know. That he had never even looked at or touched or smelled any of it.

And yet, he’s in love with him.

So really it was inevitable.

In one way or another, Hamish expected Y/n to learn what was going on. Learn about the secrets Hamish had been hiding from him. If not the shifty behavior, perhaps the actual magical battle that happened on the porch of the den, or the fear eating demon that went around, or the wolves who had lost their memories freaking out when they heard magic, or the hundreds and hundreds of memory altering spells that began rolling in as magic got closer and closer to being exposed.

He had accounted for everything.

Except for this.

Because how could it go any other way. Right?

Hamish tried to calm his breathing. Tried to clear his mind. Tried to steady his heartbeat. He hadn’t known what to expect when today had gone oh so wrong. Alyssa’s funeral had been today, and Lilith was still trying to get back into hell as they tried to figure out what exactly to do about the whole situation. And... then there was Y/n.

He had come to the funeral mostly to support Hamish. Y/n had only met her once, and it had been brief. She was in his class and had missed a day a while back when she caught the flu. Of course, it had actually been because she was losing sleep trying to come up with a memory dust that would actually wipe the wolves’ minds so they wouldn’t be killed - but details, details right?

The point was, Y/n shouldn’t have even been there. Maybe at the funeral, but not after. Not when the wolves and magicians all gathered around the trunk a way aways from the crowd that had been dispersing. Everyone was going home, and even if they did look over they’d see a bunch of people who had been close to Alyssa gathered together over a trunk. Hamish wondered, looking back, if that was what Y/n had seen. Maybe a trunk of Alyssa’s things, being discussed over.

Whatever he saw, it worried him enough to approach. None of them noticed - they were too distracted by the way the trunk bucked, jerking as if something inside was trying to get out.

They all knew what that meant.

Unfortunately, that made no damn sense. Everyone currently in the group was already wolfed up, except Vera whose face was twisted with horror as she feared that she was about to be chosen by not just any wolf pelt, but Alpha.

It wasn’t Vera.

The chest fell onto its side, stilling for a second.

“Is everything okay over here, guys?”

Hamish watched his life turn into a horror movie in slow motion. Of all the terrible things he’d faced, watching in bullet time as the trunk exploded open and the pelt launched out from inside, swallowing a wide eyed Y/n whole - that was the worst thing Hamish had ever seen or experienced. Nothing could top this.

Thankfully most of the people were gone and Jack acted quickly, rushing Y/n into the woods and even further away from anyone who might see anything. Y/n didn’t seem to be on the attack for anyone specific, but when any of the other wolves went to stop him, Y/n would growl and his teeth would bare and they all felt a pull to obey. To kneel. To listen.

Not even Hamish had seen anyone take to Alpha so well as Y/n.

The next few days had been hectic. Catching Y/n up on the reality of life had been a lot, and with the new emotions of Alpha driving him, his usual placid nature was becoming aggravated. The more they tried to teach or place Y/n in a situation he felt out of control in, the more agitated he seem to become, reactions arranging anywhere from verbally retaliating to literally trying to bite someone’s head off.

The turn for the better had kicked off when Lilith had tried to claw her way back to Hell yet again an Y/n had been able to stop her. She may be a demon, but she had been a wolf first, and as Timber still lived on inside of her, he answered to Alpha before anything else.

It was what seemed to have pushed Alpha to find a host. Timber was trapped in Lilith until she died and if she was a demon, it meant she’d be nearly if not completely immortal. Which meant Timber would be lost forever. The wolves may not totally care about their hosts but they did care about each other - first and foremost.

A weird relationship formed between Y/n and all the other wolves because of this.

Not only did Lilith, a demon, listen to him despite all her best efforts, so did Randall. Even with his dumbest ideas and impulses were satiated by a strong word or look from Y/n. Jack’s craziest plans were paused, and with some pressure they all finally slowed down - which meant they made better plans, but no one was happy about it. Gabrielle tried to flirt to get out from under Y/n’s gaze, which seemed to sear deeply into all of their souls, but even she found her eyes averting when Y/n pressed issues and shut her attitude down, or stopped her when she was lashing out or treating someone badly.

Hamish was weak to Y/n, but the other wolves knew that wasn’t because of Alpha.

The real tragedy was that Y/n wasn’t doing it on purpose. He tried so hard all the time to not to, in fact, and cringed every time he shut down Jack or Randall, or silenced Gabrielle or brought Lilith to a stand still. He recoiled physically when Hamish would stop dead in the middle of a sentence, or how he backed down far too quickly from his team leader role the second Y/n was in the room.

He really couldn’t help it though. Not only because Alpha didn’t hesitate a second to flex his authority over everyone else in the group, but because Y/n was a very assertive person. Never in an overbearing way, but more in a mom friend way. When he spoke, people listened. When his students goofed around or did something stupid all he needed to do was shoot them a look and they’d usually calm down. It wasn’t new that Y/n walked into a room and held authority - it was a problem that he hadn’t earned the authority he had with the Knights. It’s was even by choice - Alpha’s wolf magic or whatever the fuck was forcing the other wolves to listen to Y/n, and it made him the most uncomfortable - even more uncomfortable than Gabby and Lilith who constantly bit that this was incredibly sexist.

The second turn for the better came full circle when Y/n seemed to get his impulses under control.

At first he avoided speaking or eye contact, still radiating that aura of power but containing it as best he could. This is when Hamish would take over again, working with Vera to help the rest of the group.

After that, it was that he could speak, or make eye contact, but not at the same time without triggering some Alpha power. Very quickly he learned how to do both and still not inflict his will on other people.

Then Y/n became a much better leader, making suggestions and letting his own charisma and good ideas influence others rather than influencing everyone via force. He earned his spot the right way, eventually reaching a place where he and Hamish were sort of co-leaders.

Y/n was struggling though. Even with his powers slowly getting under control, Y/n constantly beat himself up and felt horribly guilty when Lilith would freak out and Y/n was forced to use his abilities to stop her from escaping. Then kept her in a demon circle in the basement, trapped for now but ready to escape at any second.

Even with powers aside, Y/n was struggling with this new world he now had to face. He was curious, and asked lots of questions and generally seemed to enjoy it, but... that joy seemed to drain a little, more and more as bad things started to happen. Y/n had thought magic was cool until someone used it for evil, or until the ringing made him shift and kill people, or some seriously fucked up shit started to bubble up.

He struggled to wrap his head around it as they all did in the beginning, and as he battled with his dreams coming true versus realizing those dreams had only been half of the story and that there was actually a darkness to this life he had once wanted, Hamish suffered more and more. His relationships had been hopeless before, but now that was gone. Now it was so much worse, because not only was Y/n’s suffering greater and his view of the world darkened, but Hamish desperately yearned for him.

That was the thing about Y/n. He might have lost some of his vigor, but at his core he still believed that people were more inclined to be good than evil. That those who made bad decisions were just lost, and usually searching for something else entirely but had been convinced that their current way was the only way to get what they really wanted. The vampire wasn’t a sadistic killer, they just needed to eat. The Order wasn’t cruel and power hungry, they were hiding who they really were in a world they feared would reject and attack them. They felt out of control and ultimately scared - being brought to your knees wasn’t for everyone.

His compassion and mercy only made him so much more amazing in Hamish’s eyes. Y/n was a great leader, and even better when he worked closely at Hamish’s side. Randall began to joke that the two men were the Den Mother and Father, which didn’t help Hamish’s poor heart.

As things heated up and the pack got closer and closer, Randall cornered Hamish. “Okay all chaos and shit hitting the fan aside, what is wrong with you?”

Hamish blinked, looking down at the shorter man. “I’m... not sure what you mean.” He knew exactly what Randall meant. Since even before Y/n had been a wolf, Randall had been pushing Hamish to act on his feelings. This pushing had turned to shoving since Y/n had bonded with Alpha, and then escalated into full body tackling when things had regulated and turned into what it was now.

Randall rolled his eyes. “You two are perfect for each other. Why work you do anything?”

“Why won’t he?” Hamish snapped. “Why is it up to me?”

Randall immediately knew that they were getting somewhere. “He tries! He doesn’t flirt or anything, but if he even tries to joke with you, or do anything that normal friends do - if it’s not leading the pack together or doing something school related you shut down. You keep your distance like he’s trying to kill you or something.”

Hamish didn’t have anything to say to that. He just shrugged. When Randall rose an eyebrow, Hamish sighed. “Everything’s really complicated right now. Lilith is finally acting like her old self, and warming up to Y/n. I’m trying to not make it any more complicated than it is.”

Randall scoffed. “It’s always complicated, Hamish. Jack and Alyssa are the best of example that there’s no good time to do this kind of thing, and that sometimes it fails even when you try everything. I mean, look at Nicole and Lilith even, or-“ he cut off for a second, holding something back.

Hamish’s lips twitched just a little. “You and Jack?”

Suddenly Randall looked less confident. It had been a long time coming between them. After Jack had gotten his memories back, his relationship with Alyssa hadn’t been the same. It quickly seemed like he was growing more and more platonic with her, and stopped chasing her altogether. When she died, he had been heartbroken - not for his lost love, but for his lost friend. He had cared about her very differently to the day they’d met and the relationship they’d had after that. Along with that, Jack and Randall had been getting closer and closer, and Hamish was pretty sure there was something going on there.

Hamish was also sure that was why Randall wanted Y/n and Hamish to get together. Not just because he wanted to see the people he cared about happy, but because if they worked out, it meant some hope for Jack and Randall too.

It had been unfair to point out though, and they both knew it. “Feelings are hard and people are complicated, and this weird dynamic between the Order and the Knights isn’t going to get much easier - at least not in our time line. Even if we work together better eventually, there’s still too much history. Even more so with demons in the mix, and these rogue magic users trying to end the world with their pride.” He rolled his eyes, ever trying to ease tension with soft teasing and a joke or two. “It’s never going to be the right time. The right time doesn’t exist - even for normal people. Life is complicated and hard and against everyone.”

Shrugging again, Hamish brushed off the rather good argument. “It’s hard for normal people. And it’s even worse for us. More complicated, and more dangerous, and way more pointless. Don’t we have enough to worry about?”

“Don’t we have enough suffering?” Randall argued. “Haven’t we lost enough? Told ourselves no? Fought our feelings and forgiven people we didn’t want to? Why can’t you let yourself be happy? Adding more suffering into your plate by refusing to allow yourself this is just another goddamn thing that life gets over you. You’re miserable!”

A scoff shot from Hamish. They were both getting agitated, voices rising just a little as they got heated. “Haven’t we lost enough?” Hamish mocked. Not that it had been a dumb question, but that Randall had said the exact reason Hamish was so hesitant to do anything about his feelings and still couldn’t wrap his mind around it. Couldn’t see the simple truth staring him directly in the face.

Before, Randall genuinely hadn’t understood what the big hold up was. As he looked at Hamish now though, it clicked. He softened. “This is about Cassie.”

Cassie.

Did Randall have to say her name? In this conversation that hit hard and cut deep, couldn’t they spare the TA and not force him to relive everything in blinding vibrance? As if the situation itself wasn’t enough. Randall sighed, frowning.

“Every once in a while, I forget.” Randall’s voice was soft. Hamish looked up at him; Randall looked back steadily. “You play cup pong to solve problems and rant about shit so nerdy I can’t even begin to wrap my brain around it. You mix drinks and have all these traditions. You seem... so unphased, by everything. Older too. You’re only a year or so older than me, but you’re just constantly oriented.” He smiled fondly, chuckling. “I always admired your ability to keep it together. To have an open mind and keep going, even when you’re so tired and done and sometimes I think you’re finally going to stop. Give up in some small way or another. And then you don’t.”

For a moment, Hamish can’t look at Randall anymore. He shakes his head. “What’s you’re point?”

“Goddamnit,” Randall sighs. “I can’t imagine what it was like to lose her. You changed so much after that... but you shouldn’t stop yourself from being happy every again.” A pause. “But hell, if you really are decided to lose him, don’t let me stop you. In fact, please give me the sign that it’s cool to make a move. The man is...” Randall tilted his head, smirking, looking off I RK the distance a bit, like he was admiring a memory instead of anything around him. “If you don’t ask him out, I’ll be happy to do it instead.”

Hamish rolled his eyes. They both knew Randall was full of shit. No matter how attractive he found Y/n, his heart was set on someone else. That didn’t stop Hamish from finding himself suddenly very willing to talk to Y/n about his feelings. The real fear had always been losing Y/n, and now a different kind of loss occurred to him.

In all his agony, Hamish had never considered losing Y/n to someone else. Not death or magic or depression or the pressure of their new life or even Alpha. Not to school or students or time or graduation or when they eventually moved onto the next thing. Hamish could lose him, right here, right now, to a pretty smile and shimmering eyes.

Just someone else.

Kicked into gear, Hamish didn’t even give Randall a response. He just shot him a glare and then huffed, turning and pulling out his phone as he began to walk toward the school. He called Y/n. “Hey are you available right now?”

“Like, right at this very second?” Y/n asked. “Um. I’m grading. But I could take a break,” Y/n added hastily. “If you needed something.” He’d been trying to leave things open ended so it was less a shit down or a command and more of a conversation. It made Hamish smile.

“Maybe not need.” Hamish knew he was stalling. That didn’t stop him from doing it though, pretending that he was considering leaving Y/n to his work even as he quickly made his way to Y/n’s form. “If you’re too busy.”

“Never too busy for you,” Y/n answered with a slight chuckle. He got a lot softer when talking to Hamish, a little lighter too. Like the sun was coming out after a cold night, or weight was being lifted off of his shoulders. Like just talking to Hamish was enough to make the burden of life a little easier to bard.

Oh boy.

Please have mercy, he silently begged, more than sure that he was about to get anything but.

“Quick, meet me at your dorm. I do need something, but if we keep it fast you can get back to it.”

Really, Y/n was almost done. He wasn’t stressed about it. He was tired from all the things he’d been keeping track of though, so he didn’t mind keeping the option to keep the hang out short in case he ran out of a social battery completely. So he didn’t tell Hamish that. “Okay, I’ll be down soon.”

Something sharp started to turn in Hamish’s stomach as he tried to not let his brain talk him out of meeting Y/n and going through with what he was about to do. The second he got to the form and saw Y/n’s smile, he thought about bolting... but then he thought about Y/n smiling at someone else. At Randall or maybe even Gabby or someone else entirely. Someone other than him. Suddenly it wasn’t hard to stay in place and approach the other TA.

They both walked toward each other, meeting in the middle. Y/n seemed a little concerned at the intense look on Hamish’s face. “You okay?” He asked gently. A part of him worried there was some horrible news once again, but he got the feeling it would have been a meeting at the Den, or a discussion for when they got together and did their grading if it had to do with the Knights of school.

“Unlikely,” Hamish joked. It fell a little flat and he shook his head, deciding to simply going for it. “Y/n, I...” he looked away, swallowing. Maybe it would have been better if Y/n ended up with someone else... and then something clicked in Hamish’s head. “Our lives are so fucking complicated. Between teaching classes and fighting the forces of evil, I feel like we can never catch a break.” Y/n chuckled and Hamish actually smiled. “But then I’m with you, and you make it all a little bit easier. It’s not complicated with you, and you help me with everything else. With anyone, for either of us, it’s going to be harder. You get what it’s like to be a TA. You know what it’s like to be a college student. What it’s like to be in on this world of magic. What it’s like to be a Knight when there’s the Order, or tourist magic users. What it’s like to be the leader of a team of idiots.” They both laughed again, but this time they were both blushing. “I was so scared to lose you. But... I am. By not acting on my feelings, by letting you pass me by. I’m losing everything - and I’d rather lose you after I’ve gotten to experience what it’s like to have you. Really have you, as mine. And me as yours. We all lose each other eventually, but maybe we can get a few years first.

Voice gone, Y/n could only stare at Hamish. His eyes were full of tears but he was smiling, his lips pressed together as he tried to hold himself together. When Hamish didn’t say anything for a while though, it was obvious that he was waiting for a response though so Y/n tried to manage it. “Are you saying that you want to try something more than what we have? Because if this is one of those ridiculously cheesy love confessions, theoretically, I would say - in this situation - that I’d maybe like to step back for a second. Maybe we could start with a date and then go from there.

Whatever fears had been holding Hamish back before disappeared and he laughed. “I would love to start with a date. Just the two of us.” He tilted his head, suddenly feeling sheepish and silly. “What did you have in mind?”

Y/n smiled. “I was about to finish my grading.” He didn’t want to go back to that nonsense now. This was so much better. “Come inside and I’ll make dinner. Maybe we could make it together, and then play a gam for watch something. Or just talk.”

Nodding, Hamish stapled closer and brushed his knuckles along Y/n’s. They both let a breath of relief out as Y/n intertwined their fingers. It seemed they had a lot to talk about after all. Hamish couldn’t wait.

“Lead the way.”

Male reader: @stuckoutsideofthebox @sortzz

#hamish Duke #the order #hamish duke x male reader #male reader #the order x reader #hamish Duke x reader #the order x male reader #hamish Duke imagine #the order imagine #the order of the hermetic blue rose #the knights of saint Christopher

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Leona and Dee drabble bc im sore from workouts and felt like writtin this

4 years after Dees graduation from NRC (i dont feel like doing any other world building other than that lol):

The first thing Leona heard waking up from his nap was the sound of keys outside the door. Normally the sound of the door opening would follow, but as usual it took Dee a solid half a minute to actually figure out which way to turn the key to unlock the door. Leona didn't understand why he insisted on locking the door every time he left, but it was funny to hear the same grumbles of annoyance every time Dee came back from wherever he went.

Their shared apartment wasn't that large, neither of them were actually fond of too big a living space, so Leona only had to shift himself slightly on the couch to be able to see Dee closing the door behind him.

"Ughhh." Leona watched as Dee kicked off his shoes and threw his phone and keys onto the table. His face was more red than normal and his hair had curled up around his face from sweat.

"Everything hurts." Dee face-planted into the chair to the side of the couch, his legs dragging onto the floor.

"What happened to you?" Leona laughed to himself as Dee turned his face to look at him with fake misery.

"You know how I said I should start working out?" Dee let out another fake whine as he turned his face back into the cushion, too lazy to finish his sentence.

"Well at least I won't have to hear you complaining about not being strong anymore."

"Yeah but you'll have to deal with me complaining about endless pain."

"The soreness will go away if you keep with it. Go ice, it'll help."

Dee pulled himself up enough to sit in the chair properly only to throw his head back to complain more "But I don't wanna ice! It takes so long and I gotta position myself uncomfortable to make the bag stay."

"Well at least go shower. You smell like shit."

"Thats the smell of muscle baby~" Dee groaned as he lifted himself up and trudged his way through the apartment. Leona also pulled himself off the couch and toward the fridge in the kitchen area. Dee was going to be starving in about ten minutes and a combination of not wanting to hear more complaining and kinda feeling nice today made Leona decide to make lunch for the two of them.

"Leftovers? Really?" Dee stared at the reheated remnants of the previous nights dinner. The dinner he made.

"You should be happy I even made you anything."

"Oh I am so blessed, you stuck a plate in the microwave for fifteen seconds for me." Despite his sarcasm, Leona watched Dee sit down and start shoveling food in his mouth the second he was done talking.

"It actually took thirty seconds."

"Oh now thats effort." Leona laughed as Dee struggled to talk with a mouth full of food.

"Food first. Then talk." Leona sat down across from Dee and also started to eat. Admittedly almost as fast and messy as his partner, but at least he had the decency to not talk with food in his mouth.

"Don tell me wah ta do." Leona looked up at Dee with a disgusted look, which only made Dee snicker at him. To Leona that stupid grin was recognizable in almost every situation. Food related or not.

Dee dumped his plate in the sink to wash later before walking over to the couch and laying down right where Leona had been earlier.

"Hey- no that's my spot." Leona set his plate in the sink as well and also made his way to the couch.

"Move your feet, lose your seat." Dee smiled that stupid grin again, before turning away from Leona.

"Oh, we'll see about that." Before Dee could protest Leona had grabbed him around the stomach and pushed him off the couch, reclaiming his spot with confidence.

"Hey! You tryna put me in more pain?!" Dee's face shot up from the ground into view, but the rest of him stayed sitting on the ground.

"Suffer." Leona yawned before shifting himself on the couch, planning to resume his nap from before Dee got home.

"Rude."

"hmm."

Suddenly Leona felt a weight on his torso and looked down to see Dee shoving his way into the space between Leona and the back of the couch.

"Seriously?"

"We share rent, we can share the couch."

"I pay more of the rent than you do."

"I still pay some of it." There it was. Stupid grin again.

"...Fine." Dee snickered as Leona readjusted himself so the two of them could lay comfortably on the couch. Though if he knew this was gonna happen he woulda just moved his nap to the bed.

#losers writing #twst #twisted wonderland #leona kingscholar #leona x oc #leona x yuu #dee :3 #Yaaay LeoDee fic :DDD #theyre so silly to me i love #also i dont care that they could deff live better than a medium sized apartment neither seem like theyd want an excessive amount of room #this is entirely self indulgent so no one cares about anyone elses opinions on anything in this 😀#leodee

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The Wolf and the Hare - 2

Part one.

Summary: Sometimes, Alexei likes surprises.

A/N: I'm posting this with little edition because I really wanna write 80s!Alexei undercover. Forgive me. We aim to please xD I actually loved writing this one and I hope you enjoy reading!

Pairing: Alexei x Reader (she/her pronouns and everything!)

CW: sex in a public place (kinda). It's ALL dirty, minors, please leave!

“Zayats!” Alexei always sounded a little loud on the phone; he didn’t really like mobile phones. He always called, though, to hear your voice. “I sent you a gift for today. Something to wear.”

“You sound too chipper for the morning, Volk.” You chuckled, sipping on some coffee.

“I have a surprise. And a game. I think you’ll enjoy yourself.” He boasted. “The address will be on the box. Wear what I sent you.”

He laughed and ended the call. You couldn’t wait for the date.

The package arrived not one hour later, through a messenger. You decided to keep the mystery until the last moment because you thought it was what Alexei wanted. So you placed it on your bed and kept going with your day, feeling your expectation grow little by little.

You were glad when it was time to get ready to leave. After the shower, you opened the box. On the top of it, there was a card with an address and instructions. You were curious about the clothes, so you clawed eagerly at the paper to unveil…

A deep green pair of shorts, matching suspenders, and a cute light green v-neck cotton shirt. A pair of long white socks, white sports shoes, and a small, sporty white backpack. It was… Adorable. And interesting.

The card informed you a car would be waiting at the address, and, for some reason, that extra step made you even more curious. What did Alexei do this time?

The clothes were comfortable, and you felt outstanding in them. They must have had some meaning, but you couldn’t really reach it. You kept the whole trip thinking of it, but as the car stopped, you still didn’t know.

The place the driver left you was the entrance of a carnival. You fidgeted with your cell phone, trying to check if there were any clues, but something pink caught your attention.

Alexei.

He was leaning on a fence, wearing a pink button-down shirt, sleeves folded up to his forearms, open to the middle of his chest, tattoos visible. His pants were black, flared at the end, and he wore a pair of old leather dress shoes. He was smoking, and you took a moment to appreciate his big body, his arm folded as he took the cigarette to his mouth. The cigarette looked tiny on his hand. He puffed smoke, and you saw he was wearing a flat black cap.

All made sense in a moment.

The Wolf.

He was dressed to resemble the wolf. And you…

“Zayats!” Alexei shouted, opening his arms, beaming. “You arrived!”

You saw him take a big step in your direction and ran to him, laughing. He took you into his arms and turned around, taking advantage of the size difference.

“Ta-da!” He sang, opening his arms again, then straightening the shirt. “Did you like it?”

“This is adorable!” You bounced a bit, amused by how silly and significant that gesture was.

“I kept thinking of you saying you wanted me to dress like Volk, as a sailor. It looks better on him; I won’t get caught in bell-bottom pants again this lifetime.” He smirked, and it made you laugh. He preened, showing himself, just for your benefit. “But this… This looks good. I like it.”

“You look so attractive. The cap is a little weird, but let's commit to it this afternoon.” You quipped, smirking, and it was his turn to laugh. “I love how tight your pants are.”

“I aim to please.” He chuckled, the bastard. “Those pants and how you look won’t help my plans for this afternoon.”

“And they are…?”

“Just you wait.” Alexei leaned and kissed you gently, then pulled back. “You look lovely. Gentle, innocent. Perfect.”

You blushed, and he petted your cheek, leaning to kiss you a second time before pulling you to the rides just like that.

Alexei spent the afternoon leading you through rides and games, sneaking touches here and there. He rubbed your breasts gently as he helped you leave a car, grabbed your ass, helping you climb the carousel. All looked perfectly innocent, but you saw the glint in his eyes. He had plans.

It didn’t help the afternoon of teasing torture was delivering its intended results; your nipples pebbled, showing in the shirt. Alexei licked his lips every time he caught sight of them. You could feel yourself getting wetter as the night fell.

“Ferris wheel? Then we go home.” Alexei said, rubbing your lower back. You were so sensitive you choked on your soda. “You ok?” He grinned like the god of mischief.

“Fuck you, Alexei!” You grumbled, letting him know you knew he was teasing you.

“Just you wait.” He chuckled once more.

“Home?”

“If you can wait to get home.” Alexei chuckled, checking the time on his cell phone. He then rearranged his wallet and picked something in there. You were officially curious.

When it was your time to enter the Ferris wheel, Alexei took a few moments to talk to the operator, his voice uncommonly quiet, before he sat at your side. The ride kept moving, and the moment it started, Alexei wrapped an arm around you. He touched your chin and made you look into his eyes.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Zayats. I’m going to ruin your little pussy with the sky as witness.” He growled and kissed you, one hand cupping your breast.

A thumb flicked your nipple, and you moaned. You looked around as the wheel moved, completely taken aback by how brazen Alexei sounded.

“The people around us…”

“I’ll make you forget them.” He looked at you with half-lidded eyes, his fingers sneaking up the legs of the shorts. He growled when he found your panties soaked. “My beautiful little hare. I caught you.”

He kissed your neck, the beard tickling your skin, as his fingers pushed your panties aside, then pressed into you. Soft whimpers came out of your mouth as you raised into the sky. Alexei was right; you didn’t even think of the people in the Ferris wheel.

A clunky sound rang through the air, and the Ferris wheel stopped. You and Alexei were at the highest point of the wheel. Even through the haze of lust, you looked at Alexei, surprised. He chuckled again, pulling his fingers from you and sucking them clean.

“We have half hour.” He raised his eyebrows and moved to kneel on the floor, holding the buttons on your shorts. You looked at him in a mix of amusement and shock. He blushed and looked down. “You know I’ll stop if you want me to, hm?” He whispered, his voice hesitant and tentative.

“I know. I know.” You said. “I’m just shocked, surprised. This is…”

“I want the world to know you’re mine,” Alexei growled. “But it is dangerous, so this is second best.”

You laughed, pushing the suspenders aside, letting him take your shorts and panties off. He carefully placed the shorts for you to sit on, which was surprisingly thoughtful of him. Alexei hummed, watching you exposed, legs wide open, then pushed his fingers back into you, wrapping his lips around your clit.

His pleased moans as he ate you up reached your ears like soft music. You looked around, a cool breeze caressing your face. Alexei looked up at you; his dark blue eyes focused on your pleasure.

“Time to soar, zayats!” He laughed, carefully moving inside the small passenger car so it didn’t shake so much. He sat, sliding forward, and patted his thighs. His cock stood proudly, thick and hard, between his hands. “I know you want to suck me, but we won’t have enough time.”

“For what?” You asked, moving to straddle his thighs; with a smirk and a movement, he made you turn around, facing outside. You whimpered because you wanted to see his face, and he caressed your back under the shirt, his hand rough but warm on your skin.

“People will know…” You whispered, your eyes rolling back.

You felt one of his hands snaking around your body, playing and petting, as he pulled you down on his cock. His thrusts got more brutal by the second, making the whole passenger car shake.

“Shhhh. You think people don’t see your lust when you blush, wide-eyed and desperate, my Hare, just because I squeezed your ass? Or dragged my palm over your nipple distractedly? People see how you react to me, love; you’re not discreet. Look down.”

You knew the field of vision shielded you, being in the wheel's highest point. People would only see the passenger car swaying, and they would take their conclusions, but it still made you blush. You looked down and saw a small crowd looking up, pointing at the passenger cars.

Your eyes rolled back, and he shifted, using his forearm to keep you upright, a hand on your throat. You could feel your orgasm mounting quickly, his dominance weakening your knees.

You turned to look at him. He had a beaming smile on his face; as you gasped and moaned, the smile turned into thunderous laughter, shaking his body, yours, the passenger car.

You didn’t even think of the world outside.

He grabbed your chin and moved your face, turning you forward. You took his thrusts and strength as you danced on the edge of your orgasm. A whistling sound pierced the air, followed by an explosion. Fireworks.

“Come, love. The ride is almost over.” His voice broke your reverie, a quiet command. Alexei kept fucking you as you watched the colorful lights and sounds unfurling in front of the Ferris wheel. You started squeezing him, your whole body spasming, and his laughter was back, booming.

Your body went slack with the force of your orgasm, the sound of fireworks echoing the ones inside you. He came right after, and you watched the rest of the lights connected, his arms constricting your body in a tight hug.

“Mine.” He said softly into your ear, then pressed a kiss under your earlobe when the fireworks ended. With a sigh, he pulled off you, taking one moment to look at the mess you two made. With a gentle pat on your ass, he made you stand up, and as you put your shorts on, the Ferris wheel clunked, starting to move again.

“Alexei, my panties…” You said, sitting across from him, as he quickly pulled his pants on.

“I’ll keep those. To remember.” He patted his pocket and rearranged the flat cap on his head.

As the Ferris Wheel moved, stopping only to let out the people who got stuck, you grew nervous. Alexei just watched you squirm with a shit-eating grin, self-satisfaction oozing from his stance, his legs apart, one forearm propped on his knee.

When it was your turn, he left the passenger car and offered you a hand, once more the gentleman. With a cocky grin, he patted the operator's chest and pushed something into his shirt pocket.

“Thank you.”

An old lady gave you the most judging of expressions; Alexei wrapped his arm around your body, pulling you close.

“Don’t look like that, old lady.” He looked into her eyes; she blushed. “It’s not as if you wouldn’t have done the same in her place.” Alexei winked at the old lady and then nuzzled the top of your head; the old lady got even redder and started sputtering as she tried to avoid his eyes.

You were out of the place in a few minutes, Alexei dragging you in quick steps, making you two disappear into the world outside. It was your turn to laugh.

#alexei shostakov x reader #alexei shostakov #red guardian #red guardian x reader #black widow #david harbour

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ninjadeathblade · 6 months

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Moulin Rouge Discotrain AU (part fourteen)

Summary: (Post-game canon) The Conductor and DJ Grooves agree to finally work on a movie together. They come up with 'Moulin Rouge', a musical drama filled with romance. Over time the two directors grow closer and discover that maybe they don't hate each other as much.

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Word count: 598

Warnings: Reference to Conductor trying to kill Hat Kid, mention of Conductor's knife

Author's notes: This leads into the Elephant Love Medley chapter (which I will post later today!). But for now there's this.

They were a month into filming now.

Things had been going fairly to plan and they were making good progress.

Somewhere along the line Snatcher had made a contract with Hat Kid so that she could speak Toulouse's lines.

Grooves scanned through the script, and his and Conductor's planned choreography.

He was meant to be practicing it for the Elephant Love Medley scene.

Trouble is, it's hard to act out a scene with two people when only one of you is present.

And it's also hard to act out a scene when you haven't wanted to leave your office.

"Useless peck necks!" Conductor stormed into Grooves' office, slamming the door shut behind him.

"Darling, I'm sure they're trying," Grooves sighed, too tired to put up a fight at the moment.

The Conductor paused, turning to him with confusion riddling his face. "What's wrong with you then, eh?"

"What?"

"Yer upset. Did a crew member say something?" Conductor asked.

Grooves took his sunglasses off, folding them and placing them beside him on his desk. The room blurred without the lenses and Grooves squinted more than usual.

"No one said anything," Grooves answered.

"Then what the peck is wrong?"

"I'm meant to be practicing the medley today. But my co-star didn't show up to practice," Grooves explained and guilt flashed across Conductor's face.

It wasn't the full truth.

But Grooves wasn't about to let Conductor know about his anxiety as to taking on the responsibility of playing Christian.

"Why didn't yer say?!" Conductor burst.

Grooves blinked, taken aback as his shorter co-worker stormed over to his desk.

"Listen here! It's my-"

"Our," Grooves corrected.

"-movie and I'm not about to let it fail because you could nae tell me that I missed out on practise!" Conductor continued, one hand snatching Grooves' script and leafing through it quickly.

"We're gonna practice it."

"What? As in now? Right now?" Grooves asked, putting his glasses back on.

He blinked, eyes sore from squinting as everything focused again.

Conductor nodded, then paused, looking around the room.

"It's less colourful than I'd thought it'd be," he admitted.

Grooves frowned, standing and following the yellow owl as he walked towards the door. "And why did you think it'd be colourful?"

"You've seen the clothes yer walk around in, right?"

"Fair point," Grooves conceded, following the owl from the penguin side of the studio to the owl.

The Conductor walked further through his section of the property, over to an elevator that appeared to be hidden in the depths of the studio.

"Why do I recognise this place?" Grooves questioned, following the yellow bird into the elevator.

"I'd be surprised if you didn't," Conductor muttered as the elevator began to go down.

Hazy memories flashed through his mind and he looked at Conductor in horror.

"You tried to kill her."

Conductor nodded slowly as the elevator came to a halt.

"I regret it. I shouldn't have done what I did. At least she was nice enough to use that timepiece thingy to make most people forget. It's only if they try ta remember that things will come back to them," Conductor admitted.

"Are you going to kill me?" Grooves asked, his fight or flight response kicking in as the elevator doors opened, lights illuminating the room they'd arrived at.

Briefly he remembered the knife concealed in Conductor's coat.

"No. I could nae do that to my best actor," the director said, something akin to a smile lingering on his face before he turned back to the penguin, smile dropping.

"Come on then Grooves. You wanted to rehearse."

#discotrain #a hat in time #ahit #ahit au #ahit dj grooves #ahit conductor #ahit the conductor #the conductor #dj grooves #ahit moulin rouge au #moulin rouge discotrain au

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thezoraprince · 2 years

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A Trip to the Lake - Sidon x Reader

“if possible, and as silly as you want to make it: imagines where reader is link’s companion fairy (like navi). all i can imagine is sidon looking like he's talking to thin air, and everyone is confused, but he lifts up one of his little fin-flap thingies and it turns out you were sitting on his shoulder the whole time” - anon

this was my very first request on this page, and i’m so happy to have FINALLY finished it! when first reading it, it reminded me of that episode from the office where jim and pam are talking on the world’s smallest bluetooth, and jim pranks dwight into thinking he’s talking to himself. so, needless to say that i used some dialogue and inspo from that. (s5 ep7) this one took me a while, and i DEFINITELY need to brush up on writing lol

enjoy :)

(p.s.: i know totk has definitely changed they way we’ve expected hyrule to be rebuilt, so i’m just gonna pretend that we haven’t seen anything yet and keep everything normal-ish for this little piece.)

y/n - your name

(requests are open!)

Toto Lake is always beautiful this time of year. But you can’t see it, anyway. All you can see is the inside of Sidon’s ear fin. You’ve sat on his shoulder the whole trip up, and how you’ve managed to stay on, and hidden, is a mystery to the both of you. You're all sat on the bank side, the other three looking out into the waters. You? All you can see is a deep scarlett fin.

Zelda and Link decided to join the two of you. You don't seem to know that they think you're not there, yet. You try to make conversation, but the sound of your voice is muffled by Sidon's ear fin. Zelda is going on and on about how beautiful Castletown is looking after the restoration of most of the buildings and fountains, as well as how much foliage has grown since the malice has disappeared. Link pulls out the Sheikah Slate and shows Sidon a photo. You manage to catch a quick glimpse before he puts it away.

“Wow!” Sidon says. “Castletown is really coming together.”

Zelda smiles. “I can’t wait to see how it will look when everything’s finished! With so many homes and businesses rebuilt, hopefully it will be as lively as it was before the Calamity.”

You sit quietly, listening to their conversation. You’ve caught on by this point, and you really want to make it worth while.

“Hey,” you whisper. “what sounds good for dinner?”

Sidon thinks for a moment. “I really like the idea of hearty salmon for tonight. How does that sound to you?”

Zelda and Link both give him a look of confusion.

“Well,” Zelda begins, “that was extremely out of context, but I do love hearty salmon.”

Link nods in agreement.

Sidon turns to Zelda. “What do you mean?”

“Hearty salmon.” she continues. “Didn't you ask if it sounded good?”

“Yes, but--”

“Are you alright, Sidon?” Zelda stands up and places her hand on Sidon’s forehead. “You feel a little cold.”

“I mean…” Sidon watches her sit back down. “that could be because of the contrast of Zora and Hylian body temperatures.”

“Very true.”

Everyone sat in silence for a bit. Zelda was wading in the shallow part of the lake, and Link was skipping pebbles across the water.

“You know what would be great?” Sidon asked.

“Hmm.”

“If we had some bright-eyed crab with our salmon."

Zelda and Link once again give him that look.

“Huh?” Zelda stands up and walks over to him.

“What?”

Zelda sighs. “Are you sure you’re feeling well?”

“Yes, Princess.” Sidon speaks a little more sternly. “I’m feeling perfectly normal.”

Link snickers at the two of them.

“I’m being serious!” She continues on. “You’ve not been your normal self today, Sidon. You’ve been talking to thin air, laughing over nothing, and going on about dinner plans we didn’t even make the whole time we’ve been here. What’s going on?”

“I’m talking to y/n.”

“Y/n’s not here, Sidon!”

Sidon raises an eyebrow at her. “What are you talking about? I have been ta— ”

“Wait, shut up.”

“I’m sorry?”

Zelda puts a finger to her lips and whispers. “Shh. Do you hear that?”

Sidon’s eyes widen. “Hear what?”

“Breathing… Is that you?”

“Well, I am breathing, yes.”

Zelda looks around. “Well, stop. Hold your breath.” She walks over to the other side of Sidon. “I still hear it… Who’s there? Link?!” She turns to look at the boy in blue.

OH!!!” Sidon raises up his ear fin, and there you are, sitting on his shoulder.

“Hi!” You wave at Zelda.

Link is absolutely rolling with laughter.

Zelda’s face turns bright red in humiliation. “I—”

Sidon interrupts. “I seriously forgot you couldn’t see y/n! I’m so sorry for worrying you!”

Zelda sits back down yet again, her face buried in her hands from embarrassment.

“You have to admit though,” You jump off Sidon’s boulder and walk over to her. “that was the funniest hour and a half you’ve had in a long time.”

Zelda lifts her head. “Yeah, you’re right.”

“And besides,” you add. “you’re always invited to dinner!”

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a-smol-storm-gt-blog · 2 years

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CREEPER WORLD EATERS

FIC

GIMME

You wanted? You got it, Tw for soft safe vore, lots of angst, lots of fluff and slight panic attack. Enjoy your Hc variation of minecraft manhunt /hj Pearl had a good life, there were bumps, bruises and her rock bottoms, but she got over a lot of it with time. Hmm, time really does heal doesn't it, maybe not as much as you would like to think, but it did help. The smaller avian looked over at Grian, the much larger and brighter colored avain. The two were raised together and she honestly wouldn't trade it for the world. Grian could be a trickster and a huge goofball at times, but he was willing to fight god for his friends. Pearl admired him for that, he had faced dangers that she would probably die to if they just breathed on her. He had lost a lot, but still loved even more. She watched the builder and redstoner who were playfully throwing things at one another fighting over something stupid things again. “Hey Pearlyo.” A voice called from beside her, she quickly turned her head to find Impulse laying up against her upside down boat house. He posed mimicking those of a bad romance movie, his teeth showing as if he had an invisible rose through them. She laughed, “Hi Impulse.” The giant responded by laughing as well. Pearl was thankful for Impulse, she was terrified of giants for the longest time. But he was different, he was goofy, dorky, sarcastic and had a heart that matched his giant size perfectly. “What’s the fight about this time?” He asked, raising an eyebrow showing his slight curiosity. “I’m not even sure to be honest.” Her wings and shoulders drooped down with her head giving her an exaggerated movement. The Giant beside her just laughed. “It’s entertaining though, it wouldn’t be boatem without their daily squabbles.” Pearl nodded her head in agreement. “How's the factory going?” Pearl asked, the business kept the Giant busy a lot so seeing him out today was great. “Good, hopefully I should be able to spend a few days away from it finally.” The large demon expressed his exhaustion with a quick head dip. “Now I can cross forcing a break on Impulse off my list.” Pearl joked, causing Impulse to let out a playful huff. “Oh please, you and what army-” They both looked down as the giant’s communicator went off. “Plan anything?” She questioned, her eyes looking back up to meet his. The demon shrugged, “Not that I remember.” He responded, pulling out the messaging machine from his pocket. “It’s Doc.” Impulse said slightly shocked. “What did he say?” She asked curious, Doc was a man of few words, head always buried in his work. So a direct message to Impulse, out of the blue too, was strange. “Just to meet him at some coords.” Impulse held up his communicator for the tiny to read. Pearl squinted suspiciously at the message. When she was finished reading it she backed up. “What do you think he’s doing?” “Redstone probably.” He shrugged looking at the coordinates and silently repeating them. “Might just want a second pair of eyes for a problem he ran into.” “I’ll tell you about it later, maybe it will make you less suspicious of Doc.” It was Pearl’s turn to let out a huff. “I could know that man for a million years and still never be any less suspicious.” Impulse laughed, turning around his demon shaped elytra wings spreading open. “I’ll let you in on the juicy details later.” He said, giving one last glance to the tiny avian. “Oh please. As if I’d actually understand what you say.” She makes a motion with her hand showing everything he was saying was ‘going in one ear and right out the other.’ Impulse chuckled at her sarcasm. “Now go before you make him upset because you're late.” She said shooing him off with her hand. The demon finally took off, still laughing like a maniac. She turned her eyes back to the two who were rough-housing. Grian had seemed to successfully pin Mumbo to the ground beneath him. Both were panting, both were smiling, both were sweaty hot messes that needed to take a shower really badly. Pearl glided to the ground, staying back in case one of them moved suddenly. “What was it this time?” The two turned to look at Pearl, “Mumbo made a joke about the back of my base, AGAIN.” Grian said the last word loudly, playfully curling his fist causing Mumbo to shrink back into the dirt. “If you finished it you wouldn’t have that problem.” She pointed out making Grian turn back to her with a pained expression on his face. “YOU TOO?!?!? I can’t believe it, all of you are traitors.” The larger Avain said dramatically. He got off Mumbo who sat up putting his hand through his messy hair trying to tame it a little. “Thanks for the rescue Pearl.” he said, while Grian had some sort of attack in the background. “Welcome.” Pearl paused for a second, “Did Doc happen to message you at all?” She asked the redstoner who looked confused for a second, then quickly dug the communicator out of his pocket. Turning it on he scrolled through the server list before hitting Docm77. “No, nothing new, why?” Asked Mumbo, who looked at her slightly concerned. “Nevermind, It’s nothing.” She asked, waving him off. “You still don’t like him huh?” Grian asked, butting into the conversation. The face Pearl made at him was all he needed to know. “Come on, he's not that bad.” Pearl groaned, sticking her face in her hands. “You sound just like Impulse when you say that.” “What do you mean by that?” Mumbo asked, Grian was just plain confused. “He said the same thing earlier when Doc asked him over.” The two larger snickered at the tiny avian’s pain. “Did he call him over for redstone assistance?” Grian asked, Pearl shook her head. The taller avian sat between Mumbo and pearl sticking his feet out. “Nope, just gave Impulse coords and said to meet him there.” Pearl responded not amused by her friend’s antics. “That’s Doc for you.” Grian said leaning back onto his hands stretching a little. “Cryptic or just him busy in his work, you will never know.” Grian said as he sat back up wiggling his fingers around a little for dramatics. “I feel harassed.” Pearl joked, jabbing at the larger avian beside her. He just laughed at her, causing the tiny to turn and kick him. “Ohhh, okay that’s it little missy c’mere.” Grian got to his feet quickly and gently cupped the smaller avian in his hands as she tried to escape. Pearl flapped her wings fiercely against his arms, but the years of building and gripping left her with no effect on Grian. He had her tucked tightly to his chest making the smaller avian glare up at him. The larger builder laughed before letting her go. “So what are you doing today pearl?” Mumbo asked the smaller, turning her attention away from her taller brother. “Interior mostly, what about you guys?” “Just hanging out, we need to take a break for a little. Also-” Grian turns to look at Mumbo, “No, not happening.” The shifter sighed, crossing his arms and looking the other way. “You're no fun.” Mumbo grumbled, Grian just shook his head disappointedly. “What?” Pearl asked, confused once again at the actions of the taller folk. “Nothing, don’t worry about it.” Grian said, “Besides, don't you have some Interior to work on?” Grian teased, it was obvious he didn’t want to talk about it, so pearl didn’t push the topic. “Yes I do.” She said sitting up and stretching her wings quickly adding “And don’t you have a bak to finish?” Pearl smirked at the offended face he made. She then pushed off the ground and started the flight to her mega base before Grian chased her again. So she worked, and she worked, adding small bits, but keeping enough space for any Giant’s that wanted to visit. She had been working for about an hour when she heard a ding from her communicator. The sound of the ding suggested it was from global chat so at first she ignored it. Then there were two dings, one almost exactly after the other. She then stopped what she was doing and when another sounded she finally pulled it out. Her eyes widened at what she saw, panicked messages filled up the chat. They all had one thing in common, Doc’s name. Pearl flinched as a shadow fell over here. Flipping herself around to the window she relaxed when she saw it was Grian. She pointed down towards the door and he nodded, getting off the ledge he flew down, pearl did the same going to meet him. Grian had gotten inside by the time Pearl reached the bottom floor. “Did you see chat?” Grian asked, the smaller avian could see how the larger’s feathers were fluffed out. “Yea, I was just reading it as you came.” “Okay, power it off and hide, find a small hole or something, just HIDE.” Grian’s tone was serious Pearl didn’t blame him though. “What about you?” She asked worried, Grian could- no has done many stupid things when he was scared. “I’m going to see if I can find others.” Grian responded, there was a look in his eyes, a look of pain. Pearl knew exactly what he was thinking, and there was no way she could convince him not to. “Just be careful, okay?” Grian nodded, giving her his best smile he could muster at the moment. “I can’t promise anything, but I’ll try my best.” He responded, pushing the doors open and his wings started to pull off his back. The smaller avian ran after her brother as he took off. When Pearl got outside the door’s Grian had already nearly flown clear of Boatem. She knew he was fast, but it was still shocking to see him get that far that quickly. She took one last glance over Boatem before flying around to the back of her house. Taking a bit of water she poured it onto some dirt, shivering as she started to wipe the mud onto her clothes and face hoping to mask her scent. She then flew up her mountain looking for small holes she missed. she ended up picking out one on the upper side of the mountain, making escaping any direction easier if it came down to it. When she settled in she pulled out her Communicator and powered it off, so if someone was to send a message it wouldn't go off. Though that also served her connection to updates on the location of Doc. Doc was one smart cookie so she wouldn't be surprised if he also shut off or left his communicator somewhere else. Pearl had only sat there for a few minutes and she was very paranoid. The air felt stuffier, her breath felt warmer and she had to stop herself from checking outside the hole a few times already. So she waited some more, her mind going back to what she could do with the Interior while she waited. When she finally snapped back into reality she had a really strong feeling to look outside. Pearl knew she shouldn’t but she did, and she froze. Doc was walking through Boatem, his path shown by broken trees and dents in the ground. The avian finally managed to move back into the cave and she quickly covered her mouth with her hands. Her wings had been flushed huge as they moved around her body protectively. It didn’t help that Doc called out for her. “Oh pearly, Impulse misses you.” The giant creeper sang out searching for the smaller bird hybrid. She wanted to cry, her heartbeat quickened and her breathing became sporadic. She could hear as he dug around the buildings and sniffed for her. She felt like a kid again in a way, when they would all play giant. Everyone knew all the hiding spots back then, to not be found was a miracle. Right now she feels that same way, the moving of his swift yet silent feet made it the worst. “Peaarrrrl.” He called out again as if she was just going to show her face. What scared her the most though is he seemed to have climbed up to the top of the mountain she was in without her noticing. It made Pearl’s stomach churn, she held back a gag trying to stay silent. She watched a shadow cover her hole as he passed over her going down the hill. At least she thought so, “oh hi.” Doc’s voice changed into one of excitement. Pearl flicked her head up, a giant eye was staring into the dirt hole. She could feel the giant’s body shifting around outside her ‘burrow’ getting into prime position. A huge clawed hand dug into the dirt that surrounded her, this happened to shimmy a rock that came crashing down on Pearl’s wing. The little avian bit her cheeks and pushed the stone off just as the giant creeper had removed the dirt. Doc poked a few fingers into the open hole nudging the avain out, who panicked. Her arms and wings pushed back against his claws while her talons dug into the dirt. It had no effect, the fingers pushed her to the edge where a pair of giant jaws was waiting underneath. She turned around grabbing onto one of the oversized fingers, this caused Doc to smile a bit as he gently pushed her off. She tried to flap her wings but it hurt too much, so she screamed trying not to cry. Then she felt something warm and soft surround her and air whooshing past. Pearl was surprised when she didn’t feel any saliva, so when she opened her eyes and saw hands she was surprised. Turning around she saw the glimpse of a familiar red sweater. “Grian?” She asked looking up, at the sound of his name he looked down giving the startled smaller avian a smile. “Hey, sorry I wasn't here earlier.” He stopped as he pushed himself off to the side avoiding a giant green hand that reached for him. “I got a message from Mumbo and headed back as fast as I could because I couldn't find anyone in the general area.” “Griannn.~” Doc sang out the larger avian's name with a slightly bitter tone at the end as the flew over the mountain and just out of his reach again. The parrot avian’s eyes darted to the Creeper behind him a little as he climbed down the mountain. “Do you think-” Pearl didn’t want to finish her sentence but the look on Grian’s face told her exactly what she wished it hadn’t. Grian swerved to doge another attempt from Doc, his eyes stuck on the creeper behind them. Pearl looked ahead of them letting out a scream “Grian watch out.” The avain turned his head quickly realizing they were heading towards Mumbo’s base he turned facing towards Impulses, Doc had won though. A Hand shot up in front of them causing Grian to stop fluttering backwards to avoid his fingers. He tried to turn around but as soon as he did the creeper's mouth was over them. Pearl clung to Grian’s shirt as he tried to dive but it was too slow so he pulled his wings around his body to protect him and pearl as the creeper closed his jaws around them. Doc’s tongue was upon them almost instantly but Grian flew up avoiding it. One good thing about Doc's size was he had a big mouth making it really hard to control the avians. Grian smacked his body against Doc’s gums hoping to hurt the giant a little, but not too badly. The parrot did it again after the first time seeming to have no effect. Still nothing, he backed up figuring out the position but instead doc came to him. Grian felt the creeper's large teeth connect with his shoulder and some of his back, throwing him to the ground. Pearl nearly yelled again as she felt his protective arms loosen and fall off her body. Both of them slid slightly and Doc’s tongue started to lift but Grian stood up cupping Pearl and floating down before he could swallow. A hiss echoed from the nearby throat making the two avians head flick towards it for a second. “Let us- no LET EVERYONE OUT DOC!!!” Grian screamed, but him being distracted made Doc swing his tongue at the parrot hybrid forcing him suspended in the air against the creeper's teeth. The larger avain pulled Pearl up higher so she wasn’t suffocated by the muscle before Grian using his talons, pushed the soaking muscle off of them. They slid to the ground which thankfully wasn’t that far and the parrot was back on his feet managing to jump over the tongue as it went for him again. Doc caught the avians off guard when his tongue flipped back around and smushed Grian into the floor of his mouth. The larger avain panted as he used his feet to push the massive muscle off of Pearl once again. Doc pushed back trying to lick at Grian’s face which the avian turned to the side to avoid getting slobber all over it. Grian flipped over onto his shoulder making him yelp but using his stronger arm he pushed back against the tongue tip more keeping it from going in his face. The slippery texture and surface caused the large avain’s feet to slide causing his talons to slice the tongue on accident. It swiftly was removed from the two after it happened. Grian stumbled a little but managed to stand up, his legs were sore from pushing all the weight they weren't used to. A light painting also could be heard leaving his mouth, pearl could hear his fast beating heart. His injured shoulder hung slightly downwards as the large avian tried not to use it. Doc quickly swung his head again pushing against the avian's wings, back and legs causing Gian to tumble onto his not painful side. He tried to stand but easily crumbled as the creeper’s tongue dug itself under his tired and sore body. Pearl could feel the bumps where Doc’s tastebuds must be, thankfully even though sore, Grian used his arms to push up and off Doc's tongue a little so she wasn't crushed. The larger avian couldn’t fight it as the tongue started to go up, but before it went up to swallow it fell back down. Instead Grian was pushed off, pearl couldn’t get a grip and also fell but as soon as the two were shimmied off the parrot avian was pushed gently up against the creeper's teeth. Pearl could only watch in horror as her brother was licked his body, ragdolling with the movements of the tongue. She could hear a pleased sigh leave the creeper's throat and it made her sick. The smaller avian got up and started making her way over, if Grian was going to fight from her she’d do the same. “Don’t.” Grian warned his voice was weak and a little raspy given little time between the harsh licking Doc was giving him. She had to look away as the tongue pushed him back against the teeth again with little effort when the parrot tried to reach his arm out to his sister. Pearl froze as slightly as colder air hit her. Doc had opened his mouth for a second but quickly closed his lips looking back towards her beaten sibling she choked on a scream. The creeper had pushed Grian’s better arm between his teeth and was very gently chewing on it. The avian himself had tears streaming down his face but was biting his lip to keep from actually letting any noise out. His injured arm pathetically reached out and pushed against the Giant’s teeth before flopping down uselessly. A chuckle made its way up from the cyborg's throat. This made pearl turn and using her talons she kicked at the Doc’s gums before she heard a pained cry from the person beside her. “PEARL DON’T!!” The smaller turned and saw the world eater's teeth had stopped moving up and down, now resting on Grian’s good atm. He wasn't biting down thankfully but Pearl backed away from the gums slowly, eyes never leaving the scared expression her brother wore. That face was now burned into the back of her mind; she could never forgive Doc for this, no way in a million years. The Giant returned to gnawing on her brother’s arm,this made Pearl look away. She could hear the muffled cries of her brother as the creeper taunted him with his teeth. After 4 minutes or so, and the random placements of the body between the giant’s teeth, the bigger avian was placed back on the slightly saliva covered floor. Doc instead pushed him up against the roof of his mouth. It took everything in pearl not to throw up as she heard what she assumed was a sucking noise as the creeper slowly moved the edge of his tongue back and forwards over her pride-ridden brother. The only thing that came out of Grian’s mouth was the grunts and groans of pain when the tongue pushed back on his hurt shoulder. This continued for a while. Peal covered her ears trying to Ignore it and she felt herself cry too. Finally when Grian was placed back on the floor, his eyes seemed much duller. The larger avian started to try and get up once again his sore body shook. He reached out for Pearl, but the creeper’s tongue found itself around him. Some light shed back into his eyes as he seemed to try and push it off but he was just too tired and too beaten. Doc continued to lick, he placed the parrot avian on the ground before pushing at him with the tip of his tongue playinging and even tormenting him with a fake swallow or two. Pearl couldn't do much; her feet were frozen to the ground. The thick spit that was slowly making its way around her was getting to her though, and it was probably the same for Doc. Grian was pushed into a lying position, once again he reached out for Pearl who pushed her way through the mini sea of saliva that had built up. Grian’s hands pulled her out when she was close enough. Even though he wasn’t dry almost at all she gladly accepted the hug he gave to her. Doc’s tongue rose up pinning both the avain’s to the giant’s hard palate. Grian’s back was smacked a little hard into the roof of his mouth, the smaller avian heard a ariy gasp leave his mouth. Pearl’s head started to spin a little as she heard a gulp. She was confused though when nothing to the both of them. They heard a sigh leave the creeper's throat and his head tilted back removing his tongue from beneath them Grian fell, his arms loosening their grip around the smaller bird who just clung onto him tighter. Their descent stopped, but soon after a loud gulp sounded and Pearl could see the light fade but it never went completely. Looking up from the red sweater she saw her brother had stopped their descent almost completely. His arms pressed her close to his body while his legs stuck out against one side of creeper’s throat and his wings pushed against the other. “F-fly back out, when Doc swallows me I��m sure he’d-” Grian got cut off by a grunt, “open his mouth again.” Pearl looked at him as best as she could, a few tears trickled down her face. “I-I can’t my wing got hi-” she was cut off by an attempted swallow that managed to move them down a little, but not much farther. This made the Giant let out a small cough, and a pissed hiss. “He accidentally injured my wing earlier, I don’t think I could make it out.” Grian looked startled and a little sad, moving his eyes to the walls and back up. “You think you could climb?” Grian asked, grasping at straws at this point. The larger grunted as a hand tried to push at him but he kept his stability and pushed back. “I-I, I don’t know.” She said when it calmed down. Her brother seemed terrified now, he was so concerned for her, for everyone. “I-” The parrot avian was cut off by a gentle punch from the outside making his feet slip. Doc realized this and gave a strong swallow, Pearl screamed and Grian did his best to curl around her. Their descent stopped again after a long pull. The smaller avian thought he could hear the voices of the other boatem members, one or two others more as well. They both heard the gulp long before it hit them, and after one short squeeze they fell. The larger avian made sure he landed on his back which made him let out a grunt and his arms slipped off of pearl on accident. She went sliding out, stopping the conversation around them. “G-grian? Pearl?” Mumbo’s voice asked seemingly shocked, Pearl didn’t answer instead she ran over to her brother who was struggling to stand up. “H-hey guys.” Grian managed to get out, he could barely get to a sitting position. The smaller avian was on him almost instantly, panicked. “What happened to you?” Cleo asked from the other side of the large fleshy room, Pearl tried to ignore it, but it was very hard as it squished under her feet. “You look like crap.” The nightjar avian bit her lip trying not to snap at the naga right now. Grian distracted her by using his hand to push her over to him, and gave the best smile he could mister at the moment to her. He looked up to Cleo. “Trust me I feel like it.” “Something happen with Doc?” X, who pearl didn’t even realize was in the stomach with them asked. “Yeah well-.” The little avian’s shaking cut him off, she didn’t realize she was doing it. Grian’s hands gently picked her small form up and she curled up in his cupped hands. “Pearl?” she felt a soft comforting hand stroke gently against her uninjured wing. She nuzzled her head into his hand, spreading her wings and leaning into the strokes. She felt as her ruffled feathers were smoothed into place, a loose one was gently pulled out. Pearl let her body relax between the soft beating of her larger brother’s heart and the soft loving preening; she forgot about the situation until Cleo spoke back up. “What exactly happened?” Her voice had a worried tone to it, seeing as how Pearl seemed to react. Grian kept up the preening but his eyes lifted to the naga. “I resisted, also tried to get you guys out while I was at it, Doc wasn’t into the idea though.” Grian took a deep breath in holding it for a second before responding. “So he beat me down till I could barely stand.” Shocked voices echoed from all sides of the room. “I, you Grian are you-” “I’m okay, sore but okay.” The parrot hybrid opened his mouth to say more but didn’t. The smaller avian surprised when he left out the part about the sucking and licking. “That’s our Grian though, stubborn as ever. Wouldn’t have it any other way.” The taller builder laughed at that, his heart slowing to a more normal pace. Pearl curled up, she could feel the tears in her eyes. Pearl zoned out only listening to hear, “Yeah he wasn’t hard to get down, I just had to coil around him a few times.” It was from Cleo who was most definitely smiling, she also had a challenging tone. “You guys struggled with Grian?” Pearl felt her heart stop at impulse’s, what were they talking about? “Yea, man’s wild wont go down without a good fight.” Mumbo responded, “You’ve had him the most out of all of us, doesn't he struggle at all with you?” “I uh, no actually the first time we did it, Gem was trying to convince me. Grian was asleep at the time but I didn’t want to not after y’know.” Pearl saw him gesture to Mumbo who turned away ashamed. “But he woke up and honestly kinda forced his way into his mouth.” “YOU DID WHAT!!!!???” Pearl shouted to Grian whose feathers shot up and he looked away from the tiny bird in his hands embarrassed. “I- uh.” The taller parrot couldn’t answer, he shut his mouth and bit his lips. This whole time Grian’s been getting swallowed left and right, and never brought it up to his sister. Pearl squeezed her hands on one of his fingers curling her wings as much as she could around herself. The hermits arguing in the background started to die off. They turned to Grian, he wasn’t the one crying though. It was Pearl, the loud obviously scared and loud sobs, Grian was giving her comforting words, or as much as he could. “Pearl?” Impulse’s voice called out to her. Her brother unfolded his wings a little, showing off a shrunken impulse. He wasn’t his usual 42 feet, instead he was somewhere around 13. He slowly stood up, the smaller avian's eyes were clouded but she could see as he swayed when Doc took a sharp turn. When the swaying lessened he started to come closer, getting down on his knees he reached out a hand to Pearl. The tiny avian took one of his fingers in both her own hands and pushed her head into it crying still. “I’m so sorry, I tried to warn you guys, False, Hypno and Iskall tried their best to stall Doc so I could reach the communicators.” “How did you shrink?” Cleo asked confused, she seemed pretty happy though being the largest in the room. “Doc did this.” Impulse chuckled in shame, Ironic how Pearl guessed something was up and they all just laughed it off. “I-I, please I don’t want to die like this.” She begged, Grian shifted upwards instantly yelping as he pulled on his back causing him to curl up a little and Impulse pulled his finger away not trying to crush her. “P-please Grian, please.” She pulled herself closer burying her face in her brother's sleeve. “Please, I don’t want to end up like Taurtis.” “Who?” Mumbo asked, but when he reached out to touch Grian’s shoulder the bird's wings folded around himself. “I-I promise Pearl, even if it kills me I’m not letting that happen again.” Her brother's voice sounded broken, he never would recover from that loss. “Who’s Taurtis?” Mumbo asked, once again ignored by the siblings as they cuddled and cried for a little. “GUYS!!” Mumbo shouted and got their attention. “Who is Taurtis?” Pearl froze looking up at her brother who looked like he was going to be sick. “C-can I?” Pearl asked the taller avian who nodded yes. She then turned to the hermits, “H-he was our- well Grian’s best friends b-before a giant well, you know.” The hermits attention changed to the parrot avian who covered his face in one of his wings. “I-, oh pants, I’m so sorry Grian.” The avian’s claws pressed against the smaller until he heard a quiet grunt from her. He whispered an apology to Pearl who gave him a sympathetic look. Both of them could tell though the other hermits didn’t ask, but they really wanted to know. “I well, how do I-” “We were raised on a food farm.” Grian said his voice steely, he didn't want the pity, but he knew it was coming. “I found out because I went somewhere I wasn’t supposed to. I overheard their plans.” The parrot avian sighed trying not to let his voice shake as he spoke. “I planned an escape, and I- he- Taurtis got caught by a giant on the way out.” As he finished his sentence tears burst from his eyes. Pearl felt as she got squished into her brother's sweater some more, turning her head she saw the black suit of Mumbo. Who when she looked up had pulled her brother into his arms, a hand placed against the back of the parrot hybrid’s head, petting Grian’s hair. The redstoner must have felt her staring because his eyes caught her gaze and she looked away. She heard another sob soon, and it wasn’t Pearl or Grian, her brother was muted as his face soaked Mumbo’s shoulder. Looking back up the smaller avian saw that the mustached man was crying himself. A large arm reached around the 3 of them, it was impulse, he also left his palm flat for Pearl to climb onto. She did just that and when she did she could see the server admin approaching. Impulse moved his arm inviting X in who gladly joined in the hug pile. Pearl wasn’t sure if it was jer because of where she stood now but she swore her brother was crying even louder. Climbing Up impulses arm she reached out and hugged his arm letting out the best purr she could between her own sobs. Cleo came last, a tiny Joe in her hands who joined Pearl, but he was hugging her instead of her brother. She looked at him confused, wiping the snot from her face. “You look like you need one too.” He answered for her, she let out a small huf. “Thanks.” Looking around she could see Cleo’s tail, and honestly she didn’t like it. Being a nocturnal bird her eyes could see the pulsing walls around her, so she tried to turn her attention back to the group. Grian had now reached out and his wings went to work around hugging everyone else. “I thought they were Illegal.” Mumbo said? Asked? Pearl couldn't get a good read on his tone. “It doesn't matter, people have money.” X said, voice being slightly covered up by Grian’s sniffles. The parrot avian then moved back to sit back up wincing while doing so Mumbo went to reach for him again but was stopped by the builder. He whipped away his tears, partly upset with himself for actually crying in front of them. He sighed, eyes not looking up to anyone else's. Pearl climbed up his shoulder and nestled herself by his neck in which he turned to look at her and started to scratch underneath her wings. She couldn't hold back the loud purr that escaped her. She was glad though, because it made Grian smile. “Sorry, but uh yea mmm.” Grian started but when he stopped Mumbo spoke up again. “Was he the one that made you purr a lot?” Pearl looked over to Grian, confused who was shocked too. “You remember that?” Grian asked, his voice matched his face in shock. “But yeah, he was.” the builder gave a sad smile looking down as if his tiny friend would just appear in front of him. Mumbo shifted around to sit on the other side of Grian from Pearl. The larger avian placed his head on the redstoner's shoulder. “Are you going to be okay?” Mumbo asked, the look in his eyes shone strongly with concern. Grian eyes drifted back to Pearl who looked back up at him. He then looked around to the other members. “I- well are you guys going to be okay?” Grian asked in response, all heads looked over to the parrot avians then amongst another one at a time they nodded or said yea. Grian looked back at Pearl. “As long as we aren't sent deeper, I think I’ll be okay.” She responded, she hated it here and that wasn't going to change. She wasn’t alone though, and it was very nice to know she wasn't.

#hermitvore #hermitctaft vore #Giant Doc #Giant impulse #Grian #Tiny Pearl #Mumbo #extreme cuddling #soft vore #safe vore #soft vore stories #angst #comfort #Storm stories #mcyt g/t

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letsgivethisonemoreshot · 9 months

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Risking It All

Part 4 of this gang shit series I somehow started. Eventually I will link all of them together so it can be easier followed since apparently it's just going to keep growing.

Warning: This hasn't been edited.

Also, it's still @sldghmmr fault

The only time Kate had left BSS’s makeshift house was when there was work to be done at one of their other locations. And of course it was never alone, always accompanied with at least a handful of other people. It took weeks for them to even let her shower in the bathroom without someone standing outside of it, realizing there were always plenty of people inside and someone would see if she tried to leave. So today would be a bit of a challenge. Not that Kate was bothered by that. She was always up for a challenge. She had figured out everyone’s schedules and knew exactly where they were supposed to be and when today. Trent had a meeting with Gunther across town. Ridge was leaving in a few minutes to meet Marcel and Fabian at the gym. Tyler and Pete had left for lunch plans a bit ago. She had everything synchronized. After she dropped off some paperwork in Trent’s office, she’d have about a twenty-five to thirty-five minute window with no one keeping track of her.

She left the papers on the desk, went to the next level down. Waved at Ridge as she passed him on his way down to the first level of the house, then ran into Pete’s room where she had still been staying. She grabbed the backpack she found in the closet a few days ago and emptied out the few things he still had in it and made her way back to the door. However when she opened the bedroom door she was started to see Pete standing there with his hand up as if reaching for the doorknob.

“Hey,” He greeted.

“Hey,” She said as he walked past her into the room. “What are you doing here.”

“I live here,” He replied as he pulled his sweatshirt up over his head.

“I thought you and Tyler were having lunch together.”

“He caught tha eye of some girl on the way to tha café. And you know Tyler,” He laughed for a moment before he saw the back slung over her shoulder. He looked around the room and saw the small pile she had dumped out by the closet, then looked back to her. “Plannin’ your escape?”

“No. Not really. I just really wanted to go and try to get some of my old stuff.”

“Uh huh,” Pete said as he crossed his arms staring her down.

“I’m serious Pete. I’ve been sharing this room with you for weeks now. Only having the little amount of clothes that you got me from God knows where. I have no space, nothing at all of mine. I just wanted to go back to the old house and see if any of my stuff is still there.”

“Gimmie the bag,” Pete ordered as he held his hand out, using his fingers to motion for her to hand it over to him.

Kate sighed and pulled it off of her back giving it to him. He opened all the compartments on the backpack and found it to be empty.

“Why didn’t ya just ask me?”

“Because I knew Trent would have said no. You know he would have too.”

“Yeah probably. Especially since ya messed up printa last week and he wasn’t able ta get the shit he needed.”

“That wasn’t me…”

“Everyone knows it was you Katie,” Pete chucked as he stepped closer to her. “We didn’t have any problems with that thing until he brought ya here. Now it’s fucked up every otha day.”

“Well great. More of a reason for him to not trust me,” Kate huffed. “But you do, don’t you?”

Pete put his hand on Kate’s cheek and rubbed it with his thumb. “More than I should love.”

He pulled her in close for a deep kiss. Not rough like he had in the past, but showing his dominance in the kiss. When he pulled away, Kate looked up at him unsure of what would happen next. If Pete would tell Trent, if they’d keep it between them, if maybe he’d consider taking her. She was almost in shock when he tossed the empty bag back to her.

“If ya see anything of mine, grab it.”

Kate had taken a deep breath as she stood outside of the building that for a long time her been her home. She expected to be hit with a barrage of emotions once she walked back inside, but she wasn’t. The living area space was a ghost of her old place. Stuff was strewn about, various layers of dust. It looked as if the place had been ransacked and left. It was dark inside, even for daytime. The blinds were all at least half closed and none of the lights were on. She wasn’t even sure if the place still had power. She could only hope that the things she was looking for there were left untouched.

She fumbled around in her old room. Stuffing as much of her favorite clothes into the backpack that would fit. Her computer and cell phones were all missing. No doubt Trent had taken them weeks ago. But she was able to find a few other mementos that she had stashed away. Keeping an eye on the time, she took one last look around the room to make sure she didn’t leave anything important behind. Stepping over an old blanket on the floor, she stopped when she heard a clanking noise from somewhere else in the house. She debated on what to do for a moment. If she should go and see who it is, and kick them out because they didn’t belong here. Or if she should just sneak out before she was seen because for all she knew it was people that she didn’t want to be caught by. But the fizzing sound of a beer bottle being opened and a very familiar sounding grunt made up her mind for her. She wandered quietly through the house holding the backpack with her.

“Didn’t expect to see you still here,” She said as she said in the kitchen doorway.

“Didn’t expect them to ever let you out,” Sheamus slurred as he brought another bottle up to his lips.

“They didn’t exactly.”

Sheamus smiled. “Still outsmartin’ yer way out of trouble.”

“Yeah. No thanks to you.”

“You seem ta be doin’ alright,” His accent thicker than when he was sober.

“I could’ve been dead for all you knew.”

“Yer out here ain’t ya?”

“Seriously? You knew what they did to me before and you left me there!” Kate exclaimed, her anger getting the better of her.

“I knew you’d be able ta take care of yourself,” He said as he took another drink.

“You knew shit Sheamus! That was pretty clear.”

Sheamus didn’t reply. He didn’t even look at her. He just kept his head to the side and took another drink. Eventually that bottle would join the rest of them that were littered on the kitchen floor. Kate didn’t know how many of them were from today, or from previous days, but it seemed pretty obvious that this is where he had been spending a majority of his time.

This isn’t what Kate thought would happen when she reunited with Sheamus. Deep down she knew it would happen. But she thought she’d run into his arms and cry while he held her tight. She’d ask him why he didn’t come for her, and he’d tell her he tried. It took a while but he never gave up, they just never told her about it because they wanted her to think he forgot about her. And she would feel like she was home. He was all she ever needed in the past and as long as she had him again they’d be able to conquer the future. But that was the case. She felt almost nothing but resentment as she looked at the pathetic man drunk in the old wooden chair in the middle of the kitchen.

“So what’s your plan then? Just stay here and drink yourself to death?”

“Don’t want all the good beer to go to waste now that ders no one else around to help me drink it,” He replied with aggression in his voice which set Kate off.

“I never left you!” She yelled. “They tricked us into going to their place and kept me hostage! And the entire time I stuck up for you! But now I see you thought I was just too much of a liability to come after me!”

“You’re the one who kept endin’ up back at their house. Maybe I figured you liked it there,” He mumbled.

Kate was fuming. She knew he was drunk and probably didn’t mean what he was saying and was just as hurt as her in other ways, but his words were doing more pain to her than her new gang ever inflicted. He might as well have literally grabbed one of the knives and stabbed her in the heart. She dropped her bag and reached down and grabbed one of the empty glass bottles on the floor. She hurled it towards him. The bottle bounced off of his leg and shattered onto the floor sending shards of the broken glass back up at him. Sheamus just sat there. He couldn’t be mad at her. Right now he was more mad at himself for being too drunk right now to be able to process his emotions properly.

“I was gonna come get ya,” He eventually mumbled.

“When? When the beer ran out? Or once you remembered that I was the one who took care of all your shit and you couldn’t figure out how to do it without me?”

Her words stung. But after what he had said, she was entitled to her anger. He didn’t know what to say to her. Kate stood there staring at him, trying to get her anger to calm down, knowing that wouldn’t do either of them any good.

“You should leave,” She told him.

“What?” He asked finally having the liquid courage to look at her.

“You should pack all your shit and leave. There’s nothing here for you anymore.”

Sheamus huffed. “Drew will be here in a few days with more guys and we’re gonna take the town back and build it back up again.”

“Drew isn’t coming for you Sheamus! Get real! You’re a guy who couldn’t keep his own group together and refused to fight to get them back. He’s not going to help you! Best that will happen if he still has any loyalty to you at all is he’d let you tag along with him for a bit working for him. Not with him. But I wouldn’t bet on that.”

“You don’t know what yer talkin about,” Sheamus shuffled in his chair.

“Everyone has a price Shea. Pete’s was money and freedom. Ridge’s was our lives. Gunther’s was more power. You think Drew doesn’t have one?”

“What’s that supposed ta mean?”

Kate sighed. “Drew has a whole crew to worry about along with himself. He has to do what’s best for everybody because that’s what’s best for him. Gunther and his crew are meeting him tomorrow. Even if he can’t fully turn Drew on you, they’ll end up taking most of his men with them. They’re good. The best thing for you to do is pack up and move to the other side of the country. Maybe start over with a new life,” Kate warned him.

Sheamus wasn’t able to find the words to respond. He just looked into her eyes for what she planned on being the last time.

“Thanks for everything Shea. Best of luck.”

Kate grabbed her backpack and slung it over her shoulder before turning her back towards Sheamus, something she never imagined she would do. She was forcing the hurt and sadness deep down, finally realizing things were true that she didn’t want to admit. The fresh air hitting her face when she left the house helped. A deep breath of the air helped calm her nerves. Kate walked along the sidewalk almost positive she would never step foot back there again. Trying to shake away the interaction she just had in her head, she almost didn’t notice the limo slowly driving next to her until it stopped. The back door opened and Kate felt her heart jump as she saw Trent sitting in the back and slowly turn his head to look at her.

“Trent, I…”

“Get in,” He interrupted.

Kate got into the back of the limo as quickly as she could hoping that he wouldn’t cause a scene in public. She sat in the seat along the side of the limo so she could face him. She placed the backpack on the seat next to her as he shut the door and signaled for the driver to continue. He again slowly brought his gaze to hers, intimidating her even more.

“Trent, I wasn’t running away I swear.”

“Give it,” He motioned towards the bag.

Kate handed it over without an argument. He unzipped it while not taking his eye off of hers. She bit her lip nervously as she watched him shuffle through her belongings and open all of the pockets. Her wandering the streets with a bag of clothes and some documents didn’t look that good for her.

“I know what this looks like but I swear I was coming back,” She explained rapidly.

“I know,” Trent said calmly as he zipped the bag back up and set it aside.

“You, you do?”

“Cameras love,” He smiled. “Entire house has em. Each room is mic’d and we have live streams for security purposes.”

“So you were watching me?”

“Since the moment you stepped into the house.”

“How did you even know to watch? You were in a meeting.”

“Got an important phone call and decided to cut the meeting short.”

“Pete,” Kate sighed as she sat farther back against the seat.

“Bingo,” Trent smirked.

“He ratted me out.” She said out loud, mainly talking to herself.

“You’d have done the same thing.”

“True. If I was in his position I would have,” Kate agreed as she ran her hands through her hair nervously.

“If it’s any consolation, he believed you,” Trent began. “But he knew Sheamus had been hanging around the house so there was a good chance you’d run into him. He thought I may be interested in seeing how that went.”

“Well it went just peachy.”

“I heard. You alright?”

“Nothing some vodka can’t fix if you feel like letting me. If I’m even still allowed to live that is,” Kate answered unsure of where her future stood at the moment based on his past threats.

Trent chuckled, but not in the devious way she had seen in the past. “Yeah. You’ll live.”

He scooted over to a black box in the back of the limo and began shuffling through it.

“Even though I told him about Gunther and Drew?”

“Look, I don’t necessarily want Sheamus dead. I just want him out of my hair. Hearing some hard truths from you might finally drive him off which would make things easier for me. Either way, he’s done in this town. How though is now up to him. For his sake, he should listen to you,” Trent explained as he tossed her a small bottle of vodka he grabbed from the cooler. “Here. You’ve earned it.”

“Thanks,” Kate said cautiously.

“So, are you tired of fetching coffee and taking notes yet?”

“Yes,” She whined.

“Well if you’re up for it, there is a new group I need some intel on. If you’re willing to infiltrate. They have another girl in their group. Seems pretty rare around here so maybe you two could get close. They go by the Judgement Day. If you’re up for it, we can go over some detail when we get back home.”

Kate smiled to herself, a rush of excitement flowing through her thinking about being able to get back to doing something that could be fun. Something that she was good at. Possibly having a new place she could call home.

#pete dunne #trent seven #sheamus #british strong style #tyler bate #wwe fanfiction

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Romance Kingdom! ~Sugar Sweet Destiny~ DAY 3

???: Do you have everything with you? Don’t forget to bring the other bag you prepared last night! It’s on the dining table!

Y/N: Phew, thank goodness. I can't believe I almost forgot to bring all those baking ingredients I had prepared. Y/N: If I'd forgotten, I'd have nothing to do all day!

And why do I need baking ingredients today?

That's because today is Kingdom High's famous "Love Dovey ❤️ Sweetie Cuties ⭐ Dessert Day!"

This event was invented by none other than the passionate Student Council President Madeleine, and is a day when all students bake something or make chocolate.

The event expresses President Madeleine's old-fashioned beliefs that you should always be able to express your feelings with sweets! This year, I feel different about Dessert Day. Because…

A) I want to make sweets with my friends.

I need to find the anonymous sender of the chocolate.

A.A) Bake something with Herbert

Y/N: Let’s quickly bake some cookies and find the sender of the chocolate.

I wanted to spend my time looking for the sender of the chocolates, but I couldn’t leave the classroom without having completed my dessert. Let’s finish up these cookies so I can go look for the person who gave me those heart-shaped chocolates!

Herbert Hoo: Wow… Y/N, you’re so fast. That’s impressive! Y/N: You say that Herbert, but the bread you’ve made looks more impressive! Y/N: …And it’s green, too. What kind of bread is it? Herbert Hoo: Oh, this? This is a herb bread with basil, parsley, and rosemary grown by the gardening club… Looks good, right?

(I wonder what the ratio of herbs to flour is for that bread…)

Herbert Hoo: Ah- Uhm, would you… like to try a slice? Y/N: Oh? Uh… sure.

I looked down at the green bread and took a big bite.

A.A.A) So… ta… sty…

Y/N: So… ta… sty… Herbert Hoo: Ah… If it’s not to your taste, you don’t have to eat it!

Herbert quickly took the bread from my hand, and I quickly grabbed a glass of water to wash away the herbal taste that had spread in my mouth.

Herbert Hoo: U-Uhm, thank you for saying it’s tasty… You’re really considerate, Y/N. Y/N: Yeah… Sorry I couldn’t eat anymore. Herbert Hoo: Oh- that’s okay. I’ll make something tastier for you next time!

Herbert rushed out of the classroom. Ah, I felt terrible but… it tasted like… grass.

A.A.B) Oh, it’s yummy!

Y/N: Oh, it’s yummy! Herbert Hoo: Re… Really? Y/N: Yes, it’s really delicious! I thought it would taste very herbal, but it’s a very addictive flavor! Herbert Hoo: T-thank goodness…! I tried to put in herbs that are well-liked by everyone, since I know you don’t like the unusual ones…

We sat in front of the oven and shared the bread and other desserts. Perhaps it was just the heat of the oven, but Herbert’s face was pink the whole time.

After being surrounded by the scent of sweet desserts at school all day, my nose was feeling itchy.

And I didn’t even manage to find out who made those chocolates for me!

The only thing I managed to see was Herbert making that herb bread.

He loves his plants alright. Perhaps that’s why he’s so good with his hands.

Anyway, I decided to continue my investigation the next day.

A.B) What’s Rachel baking?

I had a plan: Find out who gave me the letter and chocolates.

Y/N: Let's get the facts straight. Someone secretly took the effort to give me these. It's most likely to be someone from my class. Y/N: Which means… if I could just find and taste the chocolates that everyone made, I SHOULD be able to find out who made mine!

I'm a genius. Time for some investigating! Just then, I heard Rachel's voice. She was next to a classmate who was busily mixing some batter.

Rachel Raspberry: Baking just isn't my thing. All this mixing and there's still no sign of foam! Rachel Raspberry: Why do we have to sit here and bake something at school? Can't we just buy something better and tastier from somewhere? Rachel’s Friend 1: Totally! Rachel’s Friend 2: Baking class is SO boring. Y/N: Learning how to bake isn’t too bad. After all, it’s the thought that counts. Rachel Raspberry: Psh! No one asked you!

The way she snapped back at me did catch me by surprise… Just as I turned back, I realized that maybe Rachel didn't want anyone to know she wasn't good at something?

A.B.A) Let it go and walk away.

Y/N: My bad.

I brushed it off and silently turned back. Rachel flinched ever so slightly, but didn't say anything. Why even bother? There's no way that Rachel was the one to give me these chocolates. I decided to search for my mysterious benefactor elsewhere.

A.B.B) Stay and help.

Y/N: Have you tried whisking up and down, not left and right? The teacher said that whisking is about incorporating air, not mixing. Rachel Raspberry: Hmph. I'd like to see you try and save this mess. Y/N: Why do you think I'm here? Hand it over and watch.

It was clear she didn't believe me, but she slid her mixing bowl towards me. I started whisking, making sure to raise the whisk in uniform rhythm in order to make it as foamy as possible.

Rachel Raspberry: Hey… Rachel Raspberry: Were you some sort of… baking master all the time?

I couldn’t help but snort and laugh.

Y/N: Looks like we finally found something you're not good at! I knew there had to be something, anything, that I'm better at than you.

It looked like she was going to say thank you with a slight smirk, but maybe she was too proud to admit it. I just kept on whisking.

That was an eventful baking class! The sun was close to setting by the time we were finished. I got my bag and headed out to leave until…

Rachel Raspberry: …Wait! Y/N: Huh? Rachel? What’s up? Rachel Raspberry: You left something. Follow me. Y/N: I left something? Did I miss something?

Rachel Raspberry: Here.

I had never seen Rachel blush. But there she was, slightly blushing as she held up a piece of cake stored in a plastic bag.

Rachel Raspberry: Take it. It's yours. Y/N: Mine? …You’re giving this to me? Rachel Raspberry: Yeah. This is the first time I’ve baked something for anyone, so you should feel honored! Y/N: Oh, wow! Thanks, Rachel! It looks yummy. Rachel Raspberry: What're you talking about? It looks awful… I asked others for a taste-test, but they all ran away. Rachel Raspberry: Don't let this get to your head! Just because I gave you this cake doesn't mean we're friends or something special. I would've just bought a better cake or… Rachel Raspberry: Anyway, this thing's a failure. Try it, get rid of it, or whatever.

It took a lot of effort to not burst out in laughter.

Y/N: Yup, completely understood. I'll take that failure off your hands, no worries. After all, I like strawberries.

She immediately began to blush even more as I took the cake from her hands. Out of the blue, she kicked me in the shin. I didn't stand a chance of dodging it.

Y/N: OW! What gives?! Rachel Raspberry: Failure or not, you're the last person I wanted to give this to! So be thankful! You weirdly-good-at-baking, fencing newb blockhead!

With that final outburst, she strutted down the hallway. I opened the bag and dipped my finger into the frosting for a taste. Huh, not bad.

Y/N: It can't be… Does… Rachel…? Did she just…?

I didn't find out who gave me that letter and the chocolates. But looking back, it was still quite a memorable day.

Y/N: Rachel…

Her face appeared in my mind. The way she was blushing. The way she asserted herself.

Something stirred in my heart and I couldn't help from smiling.

B) It’s a chance to roam other classrooms.

It’s a chance to roam other classrooms.

B.A) I want to show my feelings for Serena.

It’s a chance to roam other classrooms. As I closed my eyes, I thought of that one person who hadn't left my head for days.

Y/N: I can't exactly say I'm a skilled chef, but… Y/N: … This should be alright. I'm sure they'll love it no matter what.

Paying attention in class had paid off, because my vanilla cookies turned out airy and sweet. I wrapped up the cookies carefully and headed towards the senior classrooms. I'd be dragged there by my classmates so many times that it was easy to find.

Y/N: Sorry, my friend! Wish me luck!

I talked to myself as I made my way to Serena's classroom, sneaking in carefully. Usually it would have been hard to sneak in unnoticed, but everyone was too preoccupied with the baking class to notice me.

Serena Faire: You are…?

Eek. Was she not taking part in the baking class? Serena gave me a vacant stare, simply standing in front of her table with the mixing bowl.

Y/N: Yes, it’s me. The student who passed the letter on to you before. Y/N: It's… Erm… Serena, I have something I want to give you. Here…

I took my hand from behind my back and reached towards Serena, but it seemed like she had no interest in what I had to give her. I could barely tell if she was even really looking at me.

Serena Faire: …Full moon. Y/N: Huh?? Serena Faire: This dough. It looks like a full moon, doesn’t it?

Argh!! Disaster after disaster. It seemed like Serena had been reminded of the moon when looking at the dough in her bowl.

B.A.A) Serena… You should focus on baking.

Y/N: Serena… You should focus on baking.

B.A.B) Want to make moon cookies together?

Y/N: Want to make moon cookies together?

Y/N: If you leave your dough like that, it'll go bad. Let's make some pancakes instead, just as round as the full moon! Serena Faire: Ah! We can do that…?

Serena must have been really hopeless at cooking. She looked clumsy even just adding butter or pouring oil. Outside of astronomy, she was like a fish out of water.

Serena Faire: What do we put in now?

B.A.A) Put in plenty of salt and pepper.

Serena Faire: Ugh…

The finished pancakes were totally inedible. Serena’s expression changed completely after she took the first bite.

Y/N: Se-Serena… I'm sorry.

I gave her my heartfelt apology, but Serena avoided me ever since.

B.A.B) Put in a spoon of butter.

Y/N: If you add this, the pancakes will be more fluffy.

I helped Serena finish her pancakes by teaching her my own recipe little by little. It was hard to keep her focused as she would often drift off, thinking of the moon and stars again, but we managed to make some tasty pancakes in the end.

Serena Faire: Thank you. My kind baking teacher.

She smiled softly after. We spoke for a while as we shared the pancakes. I was so absorbed in our conversation that I completely forgot about the cookies I'd brought for her, and left without giving them to her.

Y/N: *Sigh* There’ll be another chance, right…?

B.B) Where’s all that noise coming from?

Y/N: Where’s all that noise coming from?

This can’t be noise from a baking class… It sounds more like a movie premiere? Oh… I get it…

Passionate Fan: President Madeleine! Show us what you’re making! Marcus Madeleine: Feast your eyes upon these! The softest and airiest of madeleines, lighter than the clouds in the sky! Made using my family’s very own secret recipe, of course. Tea Connoisseur: They look fabulous! Such tasty treats deserve a cup of tea! I’ll make you some. Aggressive Fan: What? Tea?! No, no, no. These snacks of perfection deserve to be eaten with hot coffee! Espresso Connoisseur: A cup of espresso may be suitable as well…

Everyone’s too busy focusing on Marcus and not on their own efforts. Geez, with this many people around, it’s impossible to bake even a single cupcake.

Classmate: ARGH! Who spilled sprinkles onto my perfectly fluffy whipped cream? It’s ruined! I’m doomed! Classmate’s Classmate: What’s that? Kaboom?! The cream’s gonna explode? Classmate: Everyone get down! TAKE COVER!

You know how people suddenly move in slow motion in the movies? It was too late for me to duck and cover… I could see myself becoming a mess in… 3… 2…

Marcus Madeleine: Y/N! Watch out!

*SPLAT*

Y/N: M-M-Marcus?! Marcus Madeleine: Are you OK?

B.B.A) Get on my knees and beg for mercy.

I got on my knees and began to beg for mercy!

Y/N: OH NO! Why am I so clumsy?! I shouldn’t have just stood there…! Marcus Madeleine: Ah, no worries. It was my decision to jump in… Y/N: But your wonderful hair is a mess! All because I was too slow…!

Oh man… I’m breaking out into a nervous sweat.

Meticulous Vice President: President Madeleine. Please come this way. We must get you cleaned up.

Marcus and the Vice President stepped out…

Enraged Fans: Y/N! HOW COULD YOU?!

I also stepped out… Well, more like ran out, with angered fans of Marcus in hot pursuit. Why does stuff like this happen to me?!

B.B.B) Help Marcus clean up.

Y/N: Marcus?! OH NO! It’s all over your hair…!

I tried to scoop up the cream with my hands, taking care not to yank out his hair while doing so.

Marcus Madeleine: Ah, I am perfectly fine. Y/N: What? No, this is bad. It’s all my fault. Everything’s a mess because of me! I’m so sorry!

My hands were filled with cream… but Marcus didn’t seem to mind and took my hands into his.

Marcus Madeleine: It’s fine. Everything’s alright, Y/N. Marcus Madeleine: Haha, I jumped in the way to stop you from becoming a mess. But it seems I’ve failed. Why would you sully your own hands… Marcus Madeleine: I swear, there’s always something more to you. Y/N: …Marcus.

There we were, motionless, hand in hand… Until the teacher came in and started to guide us on the clean-up effort. I don’t know if it was the smell of baked goods and sweet, whipped cream, but I felt as if my face was blushing a bright shade of red.

Y/N: Phew… Baking isn’t for the faint of heart…

After catching my breath, I finally wiped off the remainder of the whipped cream stains on my uniform. *Sigh* Because of that whipped cream fiasco, I’m nowhere closer to figuring out who gave me those chocolates. Maybe I’ll have better luck tomorrow.

B.C) I wonder what Lily White made?

Y/N: Speaking of, I wonder what Lily made.

I looked around the classroom, trying to find Lily.

Y/N: Huh… She's nowhere to be seen. Y/N: Ah, that's right! She said she has to avoid the sunlight. Y/N: Then I guess she can't even take baking… Y/N: I picked out the nicest-looking chocolates from the batch I made and brought them to the lab.

Y/N: Lily, are you here? Lily White: Y/N, come in. Y/N: I had baking today, so I thought I could share what I made! Lily White: Wow… I haven't smelled something so sweet in a while. What a lovely scent.

Despite her words, Lily hesitated to grab a piece of chocolate.

B.C.A) …Do they look that bad?

Y/N: …Do they look that bad? Lily White: What? No, no! That's not it… Lily White: It's just because I have this thing where I can't eat anything. Y/N: A thing? Lily White: Yes, uhm… It's hard to explain the details, but… Lily White: I'm really sorry, Y/N. It's so sweet of you to do this for me…

Lily looked so sad that I couldn't help but leave the lab.

B.C.B) Are you allergic or something…?

Y/N: Are you perhaps allergic to any of the ingredients? Y/N: If that's the case, you really don't have to eat them! Lily White: Ah… Thank you for understanding. Lily White: The thing is… I'm actually unable to eat food. Lily White: But the scent itself is so delicious, heh. Y/N: You're right, I suppose eating is not the only way to enjoy food.

Lily and I chuckled as we enjoyed the sweet chocolate scent. The aroma of sweet chocolate spread to the rest of the lab as we enjoyed each other's company.

Y/N: I had forgotten all about the baking class and spent the whole day with Lily instead…

And we didn't even touch the chocolate I made.

Well, if I hadn't visited her today she would be lonely, right?

When I thought about it that way, I was sure that I had done the right thing by visiting Lily at the lab.

B.D) Is Derek any good at Cooking?

Then I found myself asking… "Is Derek any good at cooking?" No, it wasn't the question to be asking right now. I just wanted to taste them for myself. Desserts, made by a student everyone feared…! I had to get my hands on them. I snuck towards the junior classrooms.

It looked like baking class was already over and everyone had cleared out. I noticed a table plastered with nametags of the previous class. Derek DaChoco's name stood out. Derek… made chocolate? He'd obviously made an effort to shape it into… something. It looked like a snowman with a dented head? Or was it a failed attempt at a heart?

Y/N: I wonder… Who's he going to give these to?

Just thinking about the possibility of him already having someone special… I felt a pang of jealousy ring throughout my heart…

B.D.A) I popped one into my mouth.

I can’t take it anymore! I popped one into my mouth.

Y/N: *Munch, munch, munch* Huh… tastes better than it looks.

I stood there, silently snacking on the chocolates. I honestly thought, or perhaps hoped, that someone would barge in and ask me what I was doing. But no one came. I left the classroom with a satisfied appetite, but a disappointed heart.

~BAD ENDING~

B.D.B) I threw away into the trash.*

*actual text

I can't take it anymore! I threw the chocolate into the trash. As soon as I threw it away, Derek appeared and dashed forward… He grabbed my collar, his face contorted with anger and pain.

Derek DaChoco: What do you think you're doing?! Y/N: *Ooof!* Wait, Derek! Junior Class Student: Whoa, whoa! Derek! Ease up!

In that moment, I understood why Derek DaChoco was rumored to be the scariest student in Kingdom High's history. But that didn't matter. I only wanted to know who those chocolates were for.

Y/N: I’m… I’m sorry. Y/N: B-b-but… I have to know! Those chocolates! Were they for someone else other than me?!

Derek’s expression became the definition of puzzled.

Derek DaChoco: So… you threw it away because… Y/N: …… Derek DaChoco: Do… Do I not… You're not afraid of me? Y/N: Afraid? You don't scare me at all. Somewhere deep inside, you're just a sensitive soul with a heart of gold.

As he gazed into my eyes, I could see a tinge of sadness…

Junior Class Student: Hey. Go deal with your drama outside. Like… anywhere but here.

I kept thinking about what had happened on my way home from school. It was like a scene from a movie.

And the next scene in this movie was a good one too. Derek walking me home… It was like a dream.

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