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sea-you-in-paradise · 1 year

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Hi can I please get an Erwin x secret wife reader? Just a lot of fluff and how the scouts finds out that their commander is a married man. Thank you

homie... this is the cutest ask ever oh my god i'm fucking giggling over this and i'm not even an erwin girly

summary: erwin smith x secret wife reader: meeting, married life, and the discovery word count: 1.449 setting: canonverse fem!reader warnings: season 2 & 3 spoilers

when erwin smith met you, not even his resolve to stay away from relationships could stop him from falling in love. and somewhat unfortunately, there was no stopping you from loving him back.

frankly, your relationship was the last thing erwin wanted. being a scout, the commander of the scouts nonetheless, meant that tomorrow was never promised. with the disproportionately slim chance of surviving his career until retirement, he had made a silent promise to stay away from love. of course, meeting you changed that in spite of his better judgement...

-it was shortly after erwin had been named the new commander of the scouts. after is appointment, he often went and got a beer at this small tavern in one of sina's outlier districts so he could try to organize his thoughts

-you were the one to approach him, asking if he was alright because he looked a little dejected. erwin, always hellbent on demonstrating his strength, overcompensated a little bit and exuded a little too much of his illusive confidence

-you laughed at him and told him that he acts like a politician

-it wasn't often that someone saw through him, he found it intriguing. you talked for awhile that nigh, expecting to go your separate ways, but you ran into him there a few more times, and when you did, you would sit together and talk. eventually, you organized some cafe dates on sunday mornings. you didn't actually know who he was until your fifth or sixth meeting, which was funny to you because he never thought to mention it, and funny to him because he thought you knew all along

-you made him realize that there was more to life than discovering the unknown- that there was a lot of value in what he already had. he made you think more about your existence in the walls. you challenged each other

-within a year of meeting, you were married. you decided that if you were determined to be in a relationship, it was best that you went all in since time might end up being short

-married life with erwin doesn't always feel like married life. there's a lot of being alone for both of you while he's away on missions or in other districts for planning and other administrative tasks

-he sends you letters if he's away for more than a week. they are not very emotional letters and they don't ever detail anything specific about people, just events. but he is sure to tell you about the things he thinks you would enjoy the most- like how he saw a sunset that reminded him of one you watched together early in your relationship

-he's the type to be like "i'm not a romantic, but.." and then write something really gushy lol

-when he gets home, he likes to bake those cookies that are shaped like flowers with jam in the middle. he has mastered his family recipe for them. he feels like it's a nice way to show you how much he still cares about you after being away from home for so long

-when you're together, he tries to be very present with you. he enjoys cooking meals together and playing card games

-his love language is acts of service so he really wants to make you feel at ease when he's home because he's sure it stresses you out a lot when he isn't. he ends up doing a lot around the house, even if nothing really needs to be done. like especially on longer stretches of being home, he would start home improvement projects if there was nothing to clean or help with. somehow, he always finishes them even if it's at the expense of a decent night's sleep

-he has a home office, but he does his best to only do work after you've gone to sleep/before you wake up if it's his day off (this man is always working :( even if he doesn't have a deadline)

-you don't usually go out on the town. it's exhausting travelling as much as he does, so he likes to feel like he has a real home base and spend a lot of time there

-definitely "lets" you win arguments, but he still thinks you're wrong lol

-he is a bath man. like he spends an unhealthy amount of time in the tub if he has the time for it. he likes salts that help with soreness and he likes when you take them together so you can just talk about your day

-if you were part of something like a book club/knitting group/something where other women get together and do granny activities, erwin loves when you host. he is making cocktails/tea and hanging out with you all to get the latest gossip. he doesn't like to interact with too many of his coworkers bc he doesn't want to get attached lmao, but he loves knowing the neighborhood tea

-"ingrid, waiting for him to come to his senses is a waste of your time. you deserve someone who respects you." (needless to say, everyone loves him.)

-because of stuff like this, you aren't exactly secretly married. like your family and friends all know that you are married to the scouts' commander, they just know better than to run their mouth about it. erwin just never talks about his personal life at work

-his section commanders all know, but they were all super shocked to find out. everyone would have been up late working on a plan or something and he finally tells them to go home. someone would have asked a last minute question and he's like, "tomorrow. i'm late for dinner." and hange is the only one bold enough to be like, "haha, you got a secret wife or something?" and he just raises a thick eyebrow like "my wife isn't a secret."

-everyone was shook and waited for him to leave to talk about it and try to figure out the lore

-levi found out later, awhile after he joined the scouts when he heard everyone gossiping about you two. he pretended he didn't care but the man was shocked

-you might meet a few section commanders/captains over the years by picking him up at work for a date or eating lunch with him in his office when he's in the capital, but the introduction is always brief and it's never long enough for you to get to know anyone

-any day that you plan to visit him at work, he calls miche into his office beforehand and tells him that he's not allowed to sniff you in the event that you meet

-when erwin loses his arm and levi finds out, he's obviously pissed that he couldn't have been there to help, but all he ends up saying at first is "sucks for the mrs."

-when erwin comes home for the first time after this, he almost feels embarrassed that he can't be doing things on his own, and terrible that he can't do things for you like usual. tbh, he'd ve kind of aloof at first bc mans is avoidant, so you'd have to show him that you're not throwing in the towel

-it's a massive moment of vulnerability for him when you help him out with things that used to be second nature, like buttoning his shirt and writing. however, he spends a lot of time at home while he's healing and although there are some moments of tension, you grow together a lot

-hange would offhandedly mention you at the beginning of the events of season 3, like half joking and half curious. "you think erwin's wife is gonna leave him? he lost an arm and now he's in prison. that's gotta test the ol' vows."

-levi would glare at them in utter disbelief like ?? "honestly, shitty glasses. where do you get the nerve?" and sasha and connie would overhear and look at each other and just go off the rails trying to piece it all together, like trying to figure out if they missed signs or smth

-levi squad uses this as a distraction from the horrors of humanity within the walls :D

-overall, erwin values you and your relationship above any other relationship he has. he wants to protect you from getting attached to his coworkers because it's bad enough that you fell in love in the first place. he considers your relationship the most selfish and self indulgent thing he's taken part in, but he can't bring himself to feel remorse because you're impossible not to love and he wants you waiting for him when he gets home

#erwin fluff #erwin x reader #erwin smith #erwin smith x reader #aot headcanon #erwin smith headcanons

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roosterforme · 1 year

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The Deployment Diaries Part 22 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: You've been putting all of your energy into helping Bradley recover, but sometimes you need his help even more.

Warnings: Smut, angst, fluff and swearing

Length: 4300 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots! Check my masterlist for the reading order!

The following week, you came home late from work, and walked into the bedroom to find Bradley laying in bed reading with Tramp's head on his stomach.

"Hey, Sweetheart. How was your day?"

You huffed and started removing your uniform, piece by piece, unpinning everything from your shirt. "Shitty, thanks for asking. And it's late, and I'm starving, and you could have at least started dinner, you know?"

Bradley froze. He knew you were going to be late, because you had texted him. He grabbed his phone as he sat up, the muscles around his ribs still pulling a bit as he did so.

You stormed around the room, changing into some shorts as he opened his message thread with you. "My text never sent to you. I already took care of dinner, Baby Girl. I ordered from that place with the spicy chicken you like. Figured you deserve something better than whatever I would make without supervision. Should be here soon."

You paused and looked at him as you pulled on a shirt. "Oh. Okay. Well thanks."

The doorbell rang, and Bradley brought the food into the dining room. You settled into your seat with your plate of dinner, and Bradley brought you one of the many bottles of hot sauce just in case. When he sat down and you started eating, he patted his thigh.

You looked like you were going to tell him no, but you stood and slid into his lap with your plate of food.

"That's better," he whispered, kissing your cheek.

"I'm sorry I was short with you, Roo. I am exhausted, and I have to give a presentation to a bunch of admirals from Lemoore tomorrow. It's for funding our research, and I barely have any time to prepare."

"I can help you," he promised as he ate. "After dinner, why don't you relax in the bath while I clean up, and then I'll help you the rest of the night until you feel ready."

"Yeah. Okay," you agreed. And an hour later, you were wearing his UVA shirt with a pair of his underwear, your hair in a bun on top of your head, and pacing slowly around the living room.

"Our projections for upgraded safety protocols show a twenty seven percent improvement in the ability of the Super Hornet pilot to communicate with the tower. This is not insignificant, based on the last several updates. That information is provided on page thirty of the handout, and you can see that the-"

Bradley put his hand up to interrupt. "It's actually on page thirty one, Sweetheart."

"Shit," you muttered, standing with your hands on your hips. "I knew that."

"Of course you knew that, but you seem very nervous."

You threw your hands up in the air. "Of course I'm nervous, Bradley! The entire purpose of this is to get more funding to keep you safe!"

He smiled at you. "I love you, but you've got to remove me from this equation while you're doing the presentation. Don't think about me or Nat or Jake. Just think about some random pilot in Lemoore that you're trying to make sure has updated software. Okay?"

You sighed and stretched your arms, getting yourself ready to start over again. And when you did, your presentation went much better. You ran through it two more times flawlessly, and Bradley pulled you down to his lap. "That was perfect, Sweetheart. You'll knock them flat on their asses with your well researched information that I can barely understand."

You laughed as he stood with you in his arms. "You shouldn't be lifting me yet!" you screeched, scrambling out of his grasp. "That's naughty! I'll tell your doctor!"

Bradley laughed and led you to the bedroom. "Let's practice your presentation once more, but this time I'll make it fun for you. And then you'll be relaxed for tomorrow."

He undressed you slowly, running his thumbs along the undersides of your breasts before stripping off his own clothing and laying back against the pillows. "Climb up here, Baby Girl, and get to work," he rasped, rubbing his thigh right next to his hard dick.

You moaned as you crawled up the bed, kissing the spot he had been rubbing before getting into position and sinking down around his length. You moaned a little bit, and Bradley gently smacked your ass as he said, "Go ahead and get started, Lieutenant."

"Our projections for upgraded safety protocols show... oh God, Roo!" you whined as he pumped up into you.

But then he froze when you got off course. "Keep going, Lieutenant. You keep going and then I'll keep going." Bradley watched you bite your lip and try to fight for control.

"Okay, okay," you groaned. "Show a twenty seven percent improvement in the ability of the Super Hornet pilot to communicate with the tower. Oh God, you feel so good."

Bradley chuckled. "Is that part of the presentation?"

"It is now," you whined, because he had stopped thrusting again. You tried to bounce on him a bit, but he grabbed your hips and stilled your movement. You whimpered, but he just shook his head.

"Um, this information is not insignificant," you moaned in pleasure as he started moving again. "It's based on research that is provided for you on page thirty one of the handout."

You tossed your head back as Bradley fucked up into you harder and harder. His ribs were aching now, but he didn't want to stop.

"You're doing so well, Lieutenant. Keep going."

"The models are based on calculations that we have been collecting for the past year, and I am fucking awesome, thanks for listening to my presentation," you said, your voice getting louder as Bradley laughed and flipped you onto your back.

"The admirals are going to love that closing statement," he grunted, putting both of your legs over his shoulders and grabbing your thighs. He kissed your legs as he pushed himself inside you once more.

You giggled until Bradley pushed your knees back to your shoulders and slammed into you. He was practically folding you in half.

"Roo!" you moaned, but he fucked you at a steady pace that soon had you whining and crying out. He loved it when he got you like this; you were unable to even form real words as his skin slapped against yours.

"Baby Girl, you're so sweet," he told you as he fucked you harder until you were gasping for air, his weight pushing down on you. You grabbed his hair and pulled him down to kiss you as you came, moaning against his mouth.

"Your presentation is going to be so good. I wish I could watch you in action," he told you, still chasing his own finish.

"If you're a good boy, maybe I'll practice it one more time wearing one of my calendar outfits."

"Fuck. Yes." Bradley chanted as he came inside you.

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Your presentation went well enough that your lab was granted a huge amount of money to continue with research. Commander Bickel took you and your colleagues out for the fanciest lunch you had ever eaten in your life, and you were keeping your fingers crossed that you'd see a promotion soon as well.

Bradley had been celebrating with you for the last few days, even opening a bottle of champagne one evening.

He finally got most of the remaining stitches removed, and his face was looking mostly bruise free by this point. "I'm starting to look okay again," he remarked, looking in the bathroom mirror as you both got ready for a night at the Hard Deck.

You rolled your eyes. "Seriously, Roo. You looked handsome to me even with the bruising. If you looked any better right now, I wouldn't be able to take you out in public. Can't wait to see how many times you get hit on tonight," you said sarcastically.

Bradley chuckled as he buttoned his shirt. "You know, you're one to talk, Sweetheart. You get cornered in conversation with some random guy every time we go to the bar."

"It's usually one of my coworkers!"

Bradley gave you a bland look. "That guy who was trying to get you to meet him in the parking lot to check out his Harley? That was one of your coworkers?"

It took you a second to recall what he was talking about, but then you doubled over laughing as you were trying to finish your makeup. "No, that guy was just very, very drunk."

"Yeah, well. I rest my case."

The Hard Deck was packed by the time you and Bradley arrived, and you were once again thankful that the aviators seemed to have their own little area.

"Rooster, you look great!" Phoenix said, pulling him into a hug. She handed him her brand new bottle of beer, saying, "I can go get another. Have this one."

You butted in. "Just one drink! He's still on medication!" But he was already taking a sip and winking at you. "I'm serious, Bradley. Just one."

"Okay, Baby Girl," he told you before he kissed you on the forehead.

You followed Nat up to the bar to get yourself a drink too, and you both ended up chatting with Coyote who had finally returned from deployment. His had been much longer than Bradley's but far less action packed. You must have been up there for a while, because when you returned to the pool table, Bradley was cracking up at something Bob was saying, and he had a glass of what looked like whiskey in his hand.

"Who got him another drink?" you asked accusingly. You instantly knew it was Jake by the way he wouldn't meet your eyes.

"Seriously?" you asked, stopping an inch in front of him. "He's taking a prescription for his injuries! The last thing I need is a sloppy Rooster. Are you going to come take care of him in the middle of the night when he's a fucking wreck and like singing show tunes at the piano or something?!"

Jake burst out laughing. "We tried to tell you the piano was a bad idea, Angel. Plus this is fair retaliation for what you two made me walk in on in the rec room!"

You just cradled your face in your hand. You should have known you'd be hearing about that again. "I told you guys, one drink! No more!"

"That's only his third. He'll be fine. He's just playing pool. Here, throw some darts with me."

You turned your back for a few minutes, just long enough to lose to Jake. Then when you went to check on your boyfriend, you found him with another half empty beer bottle in his hand. His cheeks were rosy and his eyes were a little unfocused as he sipped the drink.

"Hey, Baby Girl! You're so pretty, come here." He finished the beer and reached out with grabby hands.

"Oh, Lord," you muttered as he grabbed your waist and pulled you against him.

"I love you, you're so pretty. I could look at you all day long." Bradley's words were a little slurred, and his smile was so goofy. You had to grab his hands and put them at his sides when he started reaching for the bottom of your shirt.

He started kissing your neck and pulled his hands free to play with your hair as Payback said, "It's not even eleven o'clock yet. How much did he drink?"

"Too much, apparently," you replied, trying to get Bradley to sit on the empty stool next to Fanboy. "This is why I tried to tell you guys he could only have one drink. I just knew he would get like this."

Bradley stumbled into the seat and unbuttoned his Hawaiian shirt. "Hot in here," he mumbled, handing the shirt to you. "Thanks, Sweetheart."

You slipped his shirt on over your tee so you wouldn't lose it, because you were pretty sure it was one that had belonged to his dad, and then you just shrugged helplessly at him sitting there in his tank. "What am I going to do with you now, Bradley?"

"You're gonna love me," he told you with a grin.

"It was a rhetorical question," you muttered. "Stay here. I'm going to get him some water," you told Fanboy who nodded before offering some pool tips to Bob.

You turned to check on Bradley from the bar, and at least he was right where you left him. But the bar was crowded, and it seemed like everyone you knew was trying to chat with you. By the time you had a glass of water and were on your way back to the pool table, he was practically shirtless with another woman chatting him up, and he was giving her puppy eyes.

"Jesus, maybe I should just let her deal with him," you muttered to Phoenix who looked like she was ready to fight someone if needed.

"You've just gotta meet my girlfriend. Her name is Sweetheart and she's so pretty," he rambled to the other girl. "That's her!" Bradley announced when he saw you.

"Um, hi," the other woman muttered. "Sorry," she added before swiftly making her exit.

"That woman asked for my phone number," he said, reaching for you again. "I told her no."

You sighed. "Fanboy! I asked you to watch him for like five minutes!"

"Sorry! Hey, you wanna play pool with me?" Fanboy asked, handing you a pool cue.

"No, I'm trying to get this one to drink some freaking water!"

Bradley downed the entire glass of water when you pressed it to his lips. "I love you," he said loudly. "I'm going to take care of you forever. That's all I wanna do. Love you and take care of you. And fuck you."

"Shhh," you scolded, taking the glass before he could drop it. "That's enough, Roo."

Fanboy, Bob and Jake stopped playing pool to shake their heads and laugh. "I am so sorry I let him have that bourbon, Angel," Jake told you with a rotten grin on his face.

You tried to keep Bradley from pawing at you, but it wasn't working. "Aww, Sweetheart. I'll take such good care of you, like I always do."

"Okay, Bradley. How about you try to stand up," you said trying to coax him to his feet, but he just went rambling on as he stood.

He kissed your lips and cupped your cheeks with both hands. His eyes were so loving and sincere as he told you quite loudly, "I'm gonna put a baby in you, Sweetheart. I'm gonna get you so pregnant. Fuck you every day when you stop taking the pill."

"Someone please kill me," you mumbled, trying to put your hand over his mouth as the guys all started hooting.

"Oh my God," muttered Phoenix, silently gagging and dropping her pool cue.

"I almost did it already, and we weren't even trying," he added, pulling your hands away from his face. "But I'd love to keep trying. Give you a ring first, so you know I'm serious." He was grabbing you by the waist again, and now Payback was catcalling you both.

"Bradley, my love?" you asked him, and his eyes met yours in trustworthy affection. "If you don't shut up, I'm going to leave you here for the night."

"Let's go home and get in bed," he murmured against your neck.

You looked to your left and saw Jake and Bob. "You and you, help me get him to the car. Now."

You watched the guys hoist your boyfriend into the front seat of the Bronco while he told them in some detail about how many kids he hoped to have with you. Once he was buckled in and the door was closed, Jake mussed up your hair and laughed hysterically.

"Oh, Angel. You have the patience of a saint."

Payback was trying not to laugh before he burst into giggles. "Twelve kids, huh?"

You groaned and walked to the driver's side, saying, "Thanks a lot guys," over your shoulder.

You started the engine and Bradley gazed at you longingly.

"If you throw up in here, it's your own fault. I told you one drink!"

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Bradley woke up with a throbbing headache. He wanted to open his eyes, but his body was telling him he would throw up if he did, so he just opened them a crack.

"What the hell?" He could barely move. It seemed like he had slept all night on the bathroom floor. Although he was wrapped in a blanket and resting on a pillow, he could feel the cold, hard floor tiles digging into his shoulder and hip.

He tried to sit up, but immediately flopped back down onto the pillow. His ribs were aching. How did he have a hangover? What did he do last night?

"Oh, good. You're awake."

He could hear you, but he didn't want to open his eyes again.

"Sweetheart? What happened?"

You laughed sardonically, and Bradley felt you step over his body to get to the sink vanity.

"I told you not to have more than one drink, but you didn't listen to me. And I'm so mad at Jake for buying you bourbon."

Bradley sat up gingerly and opened his eyes. "Why did I sleep in here?"

You shook your head at him. "Because you barely made it to the toilet before you started throwing up. And then you held Tramp up to your face and told him, and I quote, 'Let me sleep in the bathroom so my wife doesn't get mad' end quote."

Bradley opened his mouth to speak, but he just sat on the floor staring up at you.

"So, you are either already married, or you are under the impression that you've married me or Tramp."

Then he started to remember the previous night at the Hard Deck. Talking about making babies and engagement rings. He was panicking, suddenly convinced he had asked you to marry him while cross-faded on bourbon and pain killers.

"I can tell by the look on your face that you're remembering some of what you said at the bar."

Bradley met your eyes and whispered, "Yes. Oh my god, how badly did I embarrass you?"

Your face broke out into a smile as you knelt on the floor next to him and kissed his cheek. "I'm not embarrassed, but maybe you should be. You told the guys you want to pump me full of babies! I thought Phoenix was going to cry!"

Bradley groaned and kissed your neck. "I'm not embarrassed about that, Baby Girl. I'd tell you that shit sober. I'd say it in front of the guys, too."

"I know you would," you whispered, running the tip of your nose along his scarred cheek. "Come on. I need you to get up and make sure your dress whites fit for your promotion banquet later this week."

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Bradley got undressed to try on his uniform while you were making dinner. After drinking about a gallon of water plus a few cups of coffee, his head was throbbing much less. As he walked in front of the full length mirror, he paused to examine himself. He'd been avoiding his own reflection as frequently as possible since he came home injured, and this was exactly why.

His left arm was absolutely covered in random pink scars. They would probably fade over time, just as the ones on his face and neck had, but these ones looked fresh and angry. He ran his right hand over the uneven skin and grimaced. Because on top of the scars, he had lost a lot of his muscle definition.

Gone were his abs, only to be replaced by a little bit of pudge around his midsection. His biceps were nowhere near the size they had been, and now his shoulders looked lacking as well. Just a few short weeks of being banned from physical activity to help him heal, and now he would be spending months getting back to where he had been.

Sighing, he pulled out his uniform and started to dress. The shirt wasn't as tight across his chest as it used to be. The jacket and pants were a little loose as well. "Shit," he mumbled as he buttoned the jacket and looked in the mirror straight on.

You were literally a goddess, the most charming and lovely woman he had ever met. All you had to do was look at Bradley, and he was ready to take you to bed. Your body was perfection, all smooth skin and gorgeous features. He could look at you all day and never tire of the view. You deserved the best of everything in his mind. But he was so flawed, and now it was even worse.

"Dinner is just about ready, Roo... oh, my god!" You stopped in the doorway and stared at him. You were so pretty, your hair down, framing your face, wearing one of his shirts and his gym shorts.

"What's wrong?" he asked, shifting nervously. "Is the fit noticeably bad?" He looked down at his uniform and then back at you.

You slowly shook your head. "You look so good," you whispered in a dreamy voice that made him shiver.

Somehow you always made him feel sexy. He knew there was something about him that women liked. He got hit on occasionally at the Hard Deck, and he'd never had a hard time finding women who wanted to fuck him. But you always seemed to make him feel like he almost perhaps deserved you.

"Well, I guess I look better in the uniform than out of it now," he remarked, checking himself in the mirror again.

"What's that supposed to mean?" you asked him barely above a whisper as you walked over to him and ran your hands up and down his white uniform sleeves.

Bradley watched you chew on your bottom lip as he said, "Just, you know... my arm looks totally fucked, and I no longer have abs."

"I'm sorry, I'm having a hard time understanding what you're saying right now," you whispered. "Are you trying to tell me my boyfriend isn't gorgeous?"

Bradley opened his mouth to speak, but you were already inside his jacket and working on the buttons of his shirt. Your lips met his neck in an open mouthed kiss that ended in a moan, and your fingers were now rubbing his chest hair.

"Um, I can't remember what I was about to say," he groaned as your hand trailed to the front of his white pants.

"You're hot, Bradley," you told him, licking his neck scar. "And you always will be."

"I'm glad you think so, Baby Girl," he whispered as you got your hand inside his pants.

You finished undressing him, and it felt so fucking natural. You had already seen his arm with the stitches removed, and you'd seen his soft middle. Maybe it wasn't all as bad as he imagined?

"You're hot. And I'm far from the only one who thinks so. You literally got hit on last night in your tank," you told him as you lowered his pants. Bradley had no recollection of that, but he supposed it must have happened if you said it did.

"Besides, you told me last night at the bar that all you want to do is love me and take care of me," you told him as you draped his dress whites over the dresser and guided him to bed. "Sure, you were wasted at the time, but that's all I want to do for you, too."

Bradley let you run your fingers down his left arm, and you left a trail of kisses there as well. "Looks ugly," he mumbled.

"You're perfect, Roo. And I know you wouldn't complain if I had scars."

"Fuck no, I wouldn't care, Sweetheart," Bradley said, and then smirked as you pushed him down on his back on the bed. "You kind of tricked me into agreeing with you."

"Yes, I did, because I'm right," you said with a grin. "I love your body all the time, especially right now, because you came back home to me."

Bradley pulled you down on top of him with a bubble of laughter. "Fine. I look good. We'll be the hottest couple at the promotion ceremony."

"You're damn right we will be!" you agreed. Bradley worked his hands into the back of the waistband of the shorts and guided them down your hips. He watched you wiggle out of your underwear before you settled against him, straddling his midsection. He groaned and tossed his head back against the pillows while you rubbed your pussy along the scant trail of hair below his belly button. "So hot," you moaned, and Bradley looked up to see the wetness you were leaving on his skin.

"Fuck, fuck!" he gasped, his hands were on your hips, guiding you to grind harder against him. He watched you pull his tee shirt off followed by your bra. "So fucking pretty."

You leaned down to kiss his lips, muttering, "So are you," as you rubbed yourself all over him. When you finally guided him inside you, whining as you took his length, Bradley was seeing stars.

You rode him so well, one hand grabbing his left arm, and the other planted gently on his belly where he was still slick with your wetness. Bradley watched your hungry gaze on his body as you got off on his dick, and of course he was right there with you.

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Thanks for reading! Next up is Bradley's promotion ceremony. Just three chapters left in this series!

PART 23

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jerzwriter · 1 month

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Tobias took his friend Casey to see his hometown of Washington, DC, all decked out for the holidays; then, she showed him how her hometown of Philadelphia did it. Now, they make one pitstop on the way back home and decide what city does it best... and wrestle with what they mean to each other.

Book: Open Heart Characters: Tobias Carrick & Casey MacTavish (F!MC) Rating: Teen Words: 2,400 (sorry) A/N: This series is a rewrite of a fic I originally wrote in 2022. But, as I fill in the gaps in my Tobias/Casey headcanon, I needed to make some adjustments - and wanted to make some improvements. I haven't tagged my full list for the other parts, but I'm going to do so here because this is the part that had the most alternation - and will lead us back to the question: "So how did they actually end up together?"

Thank you to anyone who has read this - it really means so much to me! :)

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“Last stop!” Tobias jumped out of his Jaguar, eagerly tossing the keys to the valet. There was no denying he was as excited about the last minute addition to their itinerary as Casey, perhaps even more so.

As she gingerly stepped out the passenger side, her enthusiasm was diminished, and concern was written all over her face. “Are you sure this is a good idea? The traffic was worse than we anticipated, and you have to be at work early tomorrow.”

“No worries,” Tobias chuckled. “I can sleep when I’m dead.”

Unamused, she stood her ground. “Well, I’d like to keep you around for a while, and you need your rest! So we’re not staying too long, all right?”

“Whatever you say, ma’am,” he nodded, and she couldn’t help but crack a smile when he animatedly gestured toward the street that would lead them to their next adventure.

The cold air and aroma of roasted chestnuts mingled with jingling bells and car horns blaring at tourists who blocked intersections made it clear... it was Christmastime in New York City. Casey was mesmerized, stopping at every store window to peruse the holiday displays. She was so enchanted that she didn’t notice the minor miracle that had taken place; Tobias Carrick was... quiet.

While his mouth had stopped moving, his mind was in overdrive. Amid the joyful chaos, he could focus on only one thing: fighting the visceral urge to take Casey’s hand in his, and not out of fear of becoming separated. His internal debate was relentless... would it be so wrong? Friends do hold hands sometimes, especially in crowds like this. It would make sense. Perfect sense. It wasn’t like he was leaning to kiss her. Not that they hadn’t done that recently. They had! Less than a month ago, they declared they’d be friends with kissing benefits. Of course, it hadn’t happened again, and if it did, Casey would have to initiate it, not him; fortunately, his rambling thoughts came to a halt along with the rest of him when he walked directly into a light post.

Casey turned around, startled, but began to laugh once she realized he was OK. “You OK there?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” he recovered. “Just a little... disorientated.”

In desperate need of a distraction and wishing to prevent further injury, Tobias started a conversation to occupy his mind for the rest of their walk.

“So tell me, how did you manage to attend NYU for four years, yet you never saw this tree?”

“Well,” she shrugged. “I had intended to but never made it. Christmastime is also final exam time, and you know me, I had to get straight A’s, so my mind wasn’t fully on the holidays until I finished the last exam... then I was usually on a train home to Philly.”

He shook his head with a chortle. “Didn’t anyone tell you all work and no play is bad for you? Man... you really needed an influence like me in your life back then, kid.”

“Oh, that’s probably the last thing I needed,” she laughed. “And I managed to have a lot of fun in college. I saw the Bryant Park Tree. Of course the Washington Square Park tree and I were very well acquainted. I just never saw this tree.”

“Well, as much as I am surprised, I’m kind of glad you didn’t... this way, we get to see it for the first time together.”

Casey gave Tobias a side glance; it was now her turn to fight off visceral urges, but she merely gave him a tender smile. “I am, too.”

Then, with the turn of a corner, there it stood, towering above them in all its glory: the world-famous Rockefeller Center Christmas Tree.

“Holy shit!” Tobias exclaimed as Casey gasped in awe. “That thing is huge! It’s twice as big as I thought it would be.”

Casey playfully nudged his side with a giggle. “That’s what she said.”

“Really, Casey?” He mocked. “Really? It’s Christmastime.”

“Well, I’m not going to stop being a smartass just because of that,” she winked. “That wouldn’t be fun at all.”

After a moment, it was Casey who made the final determination.

“Well, I hate to admit it, but that guy was right. I think this Christmas tree is the winner. It beats Philly, and it definitely beats DC!”

“I’m so glad you said it,” Tobias chuckled. “I’m done conceding loss on this trip! I just wish we could see it at night. Can you imagine how beautiful it must be then?”

“Yeah, I’m sure. But we can’t stay that late today. Maybe we can come see it again next year.”

Next year. Those words from her lips took his breath away. Mere months ago, they didn’t know if Casey would survive to see this Christmas, much less next. Yet here she was, full of vitality and right at his side... smiling. Next year. She was thinking ahead, and she was including him in her plans. He wasn’t one for Christmas lore; he sure felt like that red-suited, white-bearded old man had dropped a present right into his lap. But as he felt a swell of promise rising inside him, he also felt something else: fear.

He promised he wouldn’t let this happen. Yet here he was... the happily confirmed bachelor was smitten; he couldn’t even deny it anymore. So he made a new promise: to keep his feelings to himself. Casey had made it abundantly clear that she wasn’t ready for any romantic entanglements, and even if she were, he didn’t know if she’d want those entanglements to include him. He had bungled their first chance together badly. He knew how much it had hurt to lose her and didn’t want to face that again. He was lucky to be in her life at all. Friendship was plenty, he convinced himself. Still, as he watched the tree lights flickering on her beaming face, his heart filled with a warmth previously unknown, and he had to wonder... if the time came, would he be able to watch her fall in love with someone else, knowing how much he already loved her so?

“Well, we’ve declared a winner,” Casey said. “We should start heading back to Boston.”

But Tobias had an impish glint in his eyes. “We could.... unless…”

“Unless what?”

“I have always wanted to take a carriage ride through Central Park... and how often will we be in New York. What do you say?”

Casey turned to him, and he could just see the little angel and devil battling over her shoulders. In the end, he was delighted that the devil won.

“You!” she said with a gentle shove. “Leave it to you to find something impossible to say no to!”

“Well,” he smirked, “that is kind of my specialty.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard,” she laughed. “Now, let’s go!”

As much as Casey insisted they make haste, that didn’t prevent her from having a lengthy conversation with Joel, the carriage driver, and she refused to step foot inside until she was satisfied.

“No, Ma’am, I promise you, George here is very well cared for. It’s not like it used to be. He only rides through a special route in Central Park. It’s perfectly safe.”

Petting George’s beautiful mane, Casey continued her cross-examination. “And what about at the end of the day?” She demanded. “How do you get him back to his stables?”

“In a trailer attached to my truck that I drive very carefully. Would you like to run my license?”

“Please, don’t give her any ideas! She just might,” Tobias laughed.

“Ma’am, George, here is family to me. I assure you, he’s the most spoiled horse in the City. I wouldn’t let anything happen to him.”

“OK,” she nodded. “Then we can take the ride, but can I feed him a carrot first?”

“You sure can,” the driver smiled.

When she was done, Tobias helped Casey step into the carriage. “You’re incredible,” he smiled. “You know that, right?”

“Really? Incredible in a good way or a bad way?”

Tobias’s eyes crinkled as the driver gave them a blanket to help keep them warm.

“In the very best way.”

“Thank God for this blanket,” Casey said with a shiver. “I didn’t realize how cold it was until we sat down.”

“I did,” Tobias laughed. “In fact, I’m thinking about striking a deal with Joel so we can keep this thing for the walk back to the car.”

While they were seated closely together, Casey eyed the tiny gap between them with caution.

“Well, if you’re that cold, we could huddle together. You know... for warmth.”

“We could,” he replied nonchalantly. “Anything to stave off frostbite, right?”

“Right,” she smiled, sliding closer to him.

Tobias cautiously lifted his arm and wrapped it around her shoulder, pleading with the universe for the gesture not to upset her, and the universe delivered. Casey nuzzled her head into his shoulder. He didn’t think this trip could get better, and just like that, it did.

The clip-clopping of George’s hooves cut through the crisp air, providing the soundtrack as the carriage meandered gentle curves through the park. About halfway through, delicate snowflakes began to fall, and Tobias and Casey agreed this was better than anything they had ever seen on screen. They were approaching the end of the ride when Casey looked up and nervously giggled.

“Yes,” Tobias asked with a raised brow.

She pointed to a small sprig of mistletoe dangling between the red fringe that lined the carriage’s hood; it would have been easy to miss. Biting her lower lip, she turned away. The scene was too perfect, the moment was too ideal, but should she take the chance? Not allowing herself to give it further thought, she turned to Tobias with abandon.

“So... remember that day back in Cambridge? When I asked if we could kiss... you know... with no strings attached... and you said we could be friends with kissing benefits?”

“I do,” he smiled mischievously.

“Well, we are under the mistletoe, and this is such a special day. Don’t feel obligated... you don’t have to... but if you want, I thought maybe we could.... mmmhhhh.”

Just like last time, she didn’t get to complete her sentence. Tobias’s soft lips were upon hers, his hand gently cupping her cheek as her arms wrapped around his neck. The kiss was sweet, warm, filled with a tenderness that each longed for but was afraid to claim as their own. This time, when the kiss broke, Casey was unwilling to let it end, pulling him back for one more.

When they silently parted, a blushing Casey diverted her eyes, and perhaps because he wasn’t ready to face the moment either, Tobias pulled her close against his chest, placing a loving kiss atop her head. They remained like that for the rest of the ride, each with a million thoughts swirling in their heads, but not a single word could make its way to their lips.

“Well, this is it, kids!” Joel yelled as he hopped off the carriage. “Did you enjoy yourselves?”

“Yes,” Casey said almost too quickly. “It was... it was beautiful!”

Tobias shook Joel’s hand, slipping him a tip, before he and Casey began their trek back to the car. The usual easiness between them was replaced with an awkward silence punctuated by small talk about the frigid temperatures and how they could no longer feel their toes. But each attempt to quell the discomfort faded too quickly, and quiet was upon them again. Finally, Casey grabbed Tobias’s wrist.

“T, wait a second,” she insisted, tugging him to face her.

“Is everything OK?” he asked.

“Yes... It’s more than OK. This weekend was just magical. It was more than anything I could have imagined, and I will always treasure the memories I made with you.”

“I’m going to do the same,” he smiled.

“I just hope,” she nervously chewed at her lip. “I hope I didn’t ruin things.”

“Ruin things?” he asked, with a creased brow. “Casey, you couldn’t ruin things if you tried.”

Looking up from under her lashes, she gave a tantalizing little smirk. “Wanna bet? The kiss on the carriage... I... I just got overwhelmed; everything was so beautiful, it was so romantic, and then the mistletoe was there, and I...I....”

“Casey, Casey...” he said, taking her hands. “It’s all right. Everything’s fine.”

“It... it is.”

“Sure,” he comforted. “Look, it doesn’t have to mean anything.”

He watched as the relief that just settled on her features turned into something different, something that looked like hurt, and he was quick to recover.

“Let me correct that. Of course, it means something. Everything with you is very special... because it’s with you. That was a beautiful moment, and I’m glad we got to share it together, but it doesn’t have to mean any more than you want it to. I know where you are right now, and I respect that. We can just leave that tender moment alone.”

“You know... I am feeling better every day,” she insisted. “On this trip, for the first time since the attack, I felt like my old self again. In fact, I went two whole days without even thinking about it.”

“I could tell,” he smiled. “And it was beautiful to see.”

“But, I’m still not... I’m just... still not...”

“Casey,” he whispered. “It’s OK. I promise you...it’s OK.”

“Good,” she smiled. “Thank you.”

“But maybe,” he stalled, already kicking himself for what he was about to say. “Maybe we should hold of on that friends with kissing benefits stuff. You know? I don’t want it to confuse you, and I really don’t want it to hurt what we’ve built between us.”

“Well, I don’t see how they could hurt,” she faltered. “But... but... maybe you’re right, at least for now. But hug... hugs are still allowed, right?”

“Oh, hugs are always allowed,” he grinned, pulling her into one of the tightest ones he could offer.

“Good,” she sighed with relief. “Because I always need those.”

Then, the two friends stood in the middle of the busy street as the cold wind blew. The sounds that made up the City's symphony- laughter, arguments, honking horns, and sirens blaring in the distance surrounded them. But Casey and Tobias didn’t recall that they were on an island of nearly two million people, for there were only two who mattered, and right now, they were clinging to the moment for as long as time would allow.

“Come on,” Casey smiled, taking his hand. “We need to get you home to Boston.”

“You got it,” he nodded. “But I have a feeling we’ll be back to visit.”

“I think so, too. Oh, and Tobias?”

“Yes?”

“I know it’s early, but... Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, Casey,” he smiled, tenderly bopping her nose. “Merry Christmas.”

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wonijinjin · 8 months

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surprise gone wrong

synopsis: you wanted to surprise your boyfriend and his members with cookies for completing their concerts, but it didn’t quite go as planned.

word count: 0.9k | genre: fluff, tiniest bit of hurt/comfort, established relationship, humour/crack | pairing: jay x f! reader, enhypen x reader (platonic) | warnings: mentions of food, jay calls reader ‘sweetie’

it was the last day of the seoul concerts of the fate tour. jay was very excited to finally have the chance to meet their fans again, and to show them how much he has improved since they last went on tour, you knew that. to surprise him and the members you figured you should bake something so when they arrive, tired from the concert, they can eat something yummy and talk about the memories of the event together.

you went to the grocery store to buy the right ingredients for the cookies, and got to work at their dorm. you were by no means a master chef, but the process of making the dough was quite easy, given that you watched jay make these exact batch of cookies countless times, you even had the creativity to decide on decorating some of them, making different flavours too, not forgetting about his mint choco lover member, sunoo. the cookies were already in the oven when you had time to check your phone, and surprisingly enough jay had texted you that they finished early since unlike on the first night they didn’t have to do a live after. as you read the message your phone rang “hi sweetie, everything went well, we should be at the dorms soon, then i can come over, does that sound good?” he greeted you. you were planning on surprising them so you needed to lie about your whereabouts for the sake of the plan, and you couldn’t let jay catch on. with an aching heart, and a bit of guilt settling into you because you had to lie, you quickly replied “jay babe you should rest a little, don’t you think? you deserve it, you guys were fantastic today, we can hang out tomorrow, i can wait. tell the members they did well.” you paused “i love you, see you tomorrow babe!” you quickly hung up before he would try to disagree.

the smell of something burning caught your attention and brought you back to what you were initially doing, the cookies. “oh my god the cookies!” you ran back to the kitchen to turn off the heat, when taking out the tray realising that you had completely burnt what you were working on. “i cannot believe this.” you said in a panicked voice.

the sound of keys hit your ears, and moments later the group mates of your boyfriend entered the dorm. you were caught red handed, standing in the hallways with a tray of burnt cookies in your hands, frozen. “y/n what are you doing here? i thought you were at home doing a school project?” jungwon asked. “wait, y/n is here?” jay, who was the last one to enter questioned, making his way to the front of the group standing across you. “yeah, well you guys see…i wanted to surprise you with some yummy cookies, i know how hard you all worked on the tour, but i didn’t pay enough attention to them, so i burned them. i am so sorry i made a mess and now the surprise is ruined.” you said, tears threatening to spill from your eyes as you looked at the seven of them. jay took you in his arms immediately, so happy to see you even if this was an unexpected situation for him aswell. “sweetie you didn’t ruin anything. thank you for thinking about us and doing something this considerate.” you could hear the members agreeing with him “and don’t worry we can always fix some burnt cookies, i mean your boyfriend is a master chef isn’t he?” he laughed and kissed your forehead. this made you smile and you already felt a bit better about the situation “please do not let me bake alone again, this is a disaster.” you laughed into his chest “i will teach you how to do this properly. now let’s see, i bet you have some dough left, let’s try this again.” he said as he escorted you to the kitchen area, leaving the others behind.

after 30 more minutes you had a new tray of freshly baked delicious treats in your hands, bringing them out to the living room, feeding all the members. “wow you even made mint choco flavour? i seriously love you oh my god” sunoo said while hugging you, doing his little dance he does when he is happy. “yahh! don’t try to steal my girl!” jay who was standing behind you shouted, laughter errupting from all of you. “jay babe nobody could steal me from you, and you know that. but if you keep yelling like this though, i might consider being sunoo’s.” you winked, knowing he got the joke. while all the boys were busy enjoying the sweets jay back hugged you. “i really appreciate the gesture, you know that, right? i fall in love with you more and more every day, my love. thank you for thinking about me, about us.” he whispered in your ear, kissing the side of your cheek. “but next time please tell me if you bake so i can help, and we can escape almost activating the fire alarms.” he commented. you didn’t need to see his face to know he was grinning “oh shut up, i did a great job!” you giggled. “you did sweetie, my little cook.” he said, turning you around, cupping your cheeks and giving you a soft kiss on the lips.

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amive2567 · 9 months

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hi hi! hope you’re doing well!

could i request a gekko x fem reader where the reader is new to the protocol and gekko trains them? like how harbor trains gekko

i don’t really have anything else to add lol, have fun with it! we need more posts on the gekko x reader tag fr

hope you have a great day/night, and stay hydrated!

A/N: First of all, sorry that it took so long. I was hit with terrible writers block and live was bit stressful so the piece may or may not be the best, but i hope you still like it. Translations: Ojo Bonita = watch out beauty Entrenador = coach Hermosa = gorgeous Cariño = love, but can be interpreted as “dear” or “honey” Words: 643 Type of order: Bubble tea (request), Hot chocolate (fluff ), small Green Tea (platonic with specks of mutual interest romantically), Cupcake (one shot)

As a new recruit in the Val HQ, you still felt lost. Even though you already made some friends and developed a crush on a certain green-haired agent, you still couldn't pinpoint where the training ground was. Harbor even gave you a map, but you failed to orientate yourself in this huge building. A glance at your watch told you that you were slowly but surely running late. "Shit, shit, shit…" you mumbled while trying to find this damn training ground. You rush around corners and long hallways until you stumbled against a body. "¡Ojo Bonita! Why are you running so fast? Jeez you could have tripped, but I am glad you are finally there." Gekko spoke calmly. He picked you up from the ground and got you back on your feet. "I am so sorry. I still have no orientation in this huge building. Where is Harbor?" You glance behind you to look around you. There is no trace of him. "He is busy today. So I am your personal entrenador, hermosa." You smile at him, cursing yourself at the same time that you paid so little attention in your Spanish classes in high school. "We should get going then? I already took some of your time, because of my delay."

At first, he began to explain the different weapons to you. "So the Vandal is a bit more complicated. This weapon's short bursts of fire make short work of enemies. However, the stability suffers with continuous fire. The Vandal maintains its damage at long range and rewards those who specialize in single headshots." he explains expertly. You pick up the weapon and aim at a dummy. "Hermosa, let me show you how to aim properly," he says and stands behind you. He takes your hands in his and guides you. His warmth, lets a shiver run down your spine. "Make sure to aim at the head. The weapon is quite heavy, so you should get some arm training done." He grabs your waist and forces you to take some steps back. Your breath is stuck in your throat. The warmth of his body makes your heart flutter. "Now shoot," he says,and you press the trigger. A loud bang echoes through the hall and the dummy collapses. "I did it." you cheer, and out of euphoria, you hug him.

For a moment no one realized what just happened until you let go, your cheeks were flushed red. "Oh, err, sorry, I didn't mean to…" you stuttered. "No problem, hermosa, it was cute." his cheeks are also faintly red band he rubbed the back of his neck. Both of you kept quiet for a while, and an uncomfortable silence followed. "So, er, what is on the schedule now?" you ask shyly. "I will teach you how to move properly and how to aim during hectic situations" Gekko explained, he seemed to hide his embarrassment for now and tried to be professional.

The hours passed, and you got exhausted. He was kind, but his training was hard. Sweat was running down your forehead, but you kept going, and pushed through. "You did well, hermosa." Gekko patted your back. You smiled up at him and nodded. "Thanks" Gekko handed you a water bottle. "Your first practice went well, but you still need to improve much. We need to teach you hand-to-hand combat as well and all. We continue this tomorrow" He said and smiled. "See ya" he waved goodbye and walked his way, leaving you alone at the HQ training room.

More training sessions had been done, and you improved gravely. Gekko was pleased and also proud. "Hermosa, I think you're ready for your first mission and after it, I have a little surprise. Keep up the good work Cariño" He winked which left you speechless, but a happy feeling arose in your chest.

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thqueerestmf · 4 months

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Father-son's Day

(Disclaimer: John is fourteen years-old)

It had been a while since John joined them, and while the brat —as arthur sometimes called him, to annoy him— didn't really get along with the rest at first, there was something special between him and Hosea.

Maybe it was because he was the first to feed him, or the first to offer him a change of clean, dry clothes after taking him to the town to take a hot shower (something John never had to tell the truth), or because he was the first in going to him when he was hurt or looked noticeably sad.

Whatever it was, John had a certainly different affection for Matthews, and the truth is that neither Arthur, nor Dutch saw themselves capable of discussing it.

Now, on a day like any other, while Arthur was wandering through the forest trying to hunt some animal and Dutch was in the town nearby doing whatever God knows, John was frowning trying to write very long words without spelling mistakes (Hosea scolded him for writing an "E" backwards).

Next to him, the adult was reading a book while he occasionally leafed through what Marston wrote down to corroborate his progress.

— It's with "b", not with "v" —he corrected him, pointing out the third word.

— Shit —John huffed, frowning again.

— Hey, vocabulary, John. Where did you hear those words?

— From Arthur —he murmured, crossing out the word and writing it correctly next to it.— I'm getting bored. Can't we do something else?

— Finish the other words and we'll do something else, okay?

— 'Kay.

John continued writing, and uttering the occasional insult, being scolded for the latter.

— I'll tell Arthur to stop swearing in front of you —Hosea said, or maybe to himself, John wasn't sure, sometimes the older man talked to himself.

— I finished! —he exclaimed happily.

— Well, first I must see if you wrote correctly.

John snorted and crossed his arms, watching every facial expression on Hosea at every word. A few seconds later a smile formed on his lips.

— Just one spelling mistake, you're improving, son —he congratulated him. John smiled too, not believing it.— Well, you said you wanna do something fun? —the young man nodded.— Go get the rods, we will bring the most enormous fish you have ever seen in your life.

If John's smile could get bigger, here it is. Excited, he got up from the chair and ran in search of the canes, even colliding with Arthur, who arrived with some rabbits in his hand.

— I'm sorry! —the minor apologized.

— And what's wrong with the brat now? —Morgan asked him, raising an eyebrow.

— We'll go fishing. And don't call him that.

— The brat's gonna drown.

— From the shore, Arthur. And don't make fun of him, you didn't know how to swim either at his age.

Something that was never lacking in Hosea is that he was always going to defend John from Arthur and vice versa, sometimes they attacked each other and Hosea was the mediator. And with strangers I don't even explain it, even someone gives one of those two a dirty look and that someone would already be dead.

Hosea would do anything for them, for his sons.

— I have them! Come on! —he yelled from the other side of the camp.

Hosea stood up and said goodbye to Morgan with a soft, short nod. He climbed onto his horse and helped John get on, beginning the journey towards the river that was half an hour from the camp.

— Do you think we'll catch something huge?

— We are in good times, surely yes.

— And will we catch many?

— That's the idea —Hosea answered looking at the trees.— Maybe tomorrow we could try to cut down a tree.

— Oh really? —the emotion in Marston's voice was noticeable.— That would be great.

When they reached the river, they positioned themselves to the side with the reeds.

— Hosea... can I ask you something?

— You know you can —he smiled at him.

— Does Arthur hate me?

— He doesn't hate you, John. His way of showing affection is like that.

— He's not mean with you —the boy murmured.— Only with me... and I understand that he doesn't love me, but I don't know... it's different when he makes it clear to me.

— He loves you.

— Has he told you? —he questioned angrily. The silence was enough.— Of course not. I want him to like me, but I don't know how to do it.

— He is a tough nut to crack.

— Arthur is not a nut...

Matthews laughed, he had forgotten that John didn't fully understand metaphors.

— It's a way of saying, I mean it's difficult to get into his heart, but that doesn't make it impossible. Keep insisting.

— It's just... I'm getting tired of insisting —he admitted.

— You'll find out the way, I assure you.

— Okay- Oh! Look! —he shouted when something seemed to grab the bait from his rod.— What do I do?!

— Keep calm first —Hosea said, pulling his rod out of the water. He approached John.— Now, spin the reel slowly... like this... very good John, and now a little faster. Excellent!

— It's huge! —Marston shouted excitedly.— Are we going to take it?

— Sure.

After catching that one, John wanted to stay for hours doing it, catching too many and letting the little ones go. When the sky began to darken, they decided to make the return trip.

While Hosea was telling the horse where to go, he felt John heavier than usual, he turned his head to look over his shoulder and saw him asleep, leaning on his back.

An involuntary smile decorated his lips.

— You had a busy day, mhm —he murmured, more to himself than to John.

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iwritenarrativesandstuff · 7 months

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Trimax Thoughts Vol. 14 Pt. 2

We're in the home stretch... last stream of consciousness post! The story ends with these last four chapters...

Oh. Ok. Immediately hitting me with this on the first page. "What's there left to see?" "Let's see the world together." "I wanted to see tomorrow with him." Just another way of showing us that Vash is not driven to survive this fight anymore.

!!! The lights again! He heard Meryl!!! AGHHHHH

I'm actually a little unsure of who is saying the "hey, come on, Vash the Stampede" lines. I'm assuming he's saying this to himself. I don't think anyone else makes sense.

The ambiguity of this situation is so fascinating, and it all comes from the way we almost never see the Plants' true perspectives. We know, at least, that they talk amongst themselves. Before the battle began, the ones who were not fused were concerned and worried over the outcome, and what the right decision is. Knives claims here that they were all united in their hatred of humans over the abuse they suffered, but we also see these dreams that Knives sees also of a mix of human cruelty and kindness - the same thing they transfer to the humans when the feathers start falling. They also all know and seem to like Vash - honestly, I'm of the mind that the Plants feel somewhat neutral about humans overall, and are primarily concerned with not hurting their own kind - which includes both Knives and Vash. Unfortunately, they have very little control or free will in this situation. There are two possibilities for the emotions of the fused entity here:

Knives, having walled himself from truly fusing so he can still direct it and maintain his sense of self, is simply feeling his own hatred, intensified by the power boost from the rest of the Plants - and Vash's interference is something he feels due to having a stronger connection with him specifically.

The Plants, having a less defined sense of self in general, feel whatever the dominant consciousness feels - so all the fused Plants really do feel hatred for humanity. When Vash connects though, they feel his grief and sorrow, as he is the one with the stronger Gate.

I think the second option makes more sense - and this kind of makes this whole situation even more tragic for the Plants... it makes it even harder to glean what they actually want. (Though the situation could be drastically improved if they were recognized as conscious entities - that at least would be a start.)

I like that we still, even in the final act, see Vash allowed to be a bit afraid and hesitant - he definitely knows this is going to be overwhelming and probably going to hurt a lot. With him being as exhausted and prepared to die as he is, he could've just been written as utterly indifferent to the pain but no, even with all that, he's still got a bit of a preservation instinct. It's very real actually.

"I felt that! Where are you?!" "Don't touch me!" <- ...brothers...

Oh it's actually breaking apart... but um. What happens to the Plants...? :(

"I beg of you... once again... grant me that ticket." 😭

MERYL YOU ARE THE STRONGEST PERSON IN THIS MANGA I LOVE YOU FOREVER

YES!

Also this means they're all going to see Vash too, doesn't it?

WAIT. HOLY SHIT THIS IS THE PLANTS. They call him Red Brother? That is so cute... And they are convinced to give love and peace a try because Vash knows and loves both of them... humans and Plants...

(I actually am now thinking, because of the feather we saw on Vash before, that he wasn't talking to himself but that was in fact the Plants urging him to get up... I wasn't aware they could use speech or just images/emotions, so I wasn't sure.)

:') (I was so scared for them guys. But this is interesting - can progress be made so they don't have to live in the lightbulbs? That would be a good step towards instating more autonomy for them.)

AAAAAAAAAAA :''')

"But I will not yield. Our past and our future will not allow it." <-Sunk cost fallacy again. I wonder just how much of the conflict in this series are the characters feeling unable to change simply because they've "come this far". Might be interesting to go back and look on a re-read.

Knives... :(

"I was the one who broke away." 🫠

That's what she told him??? aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

IN COMES CHRONICA WITH A STEEL CHAIR

Vash saved him!!!

Oh. The wings... they each only have one... because they shouldn't have been separate like that...

Help girl I am. On the floor. Crying.

"Oh and welcome to No Man's Land." Livio you are so funny

WHAT WAS THE REASON. I AM ALREADY CRYING STOOOOP

Love the return of Vash's old wanted poster. Lol.

Hair down Vash with dark hair :)

Knives... I find it so interesting again that Knives immediately tries to barter Vash as necessary to these people so that he'll save him. But the doctor was actually convinced by the sight of Vash's injuries and the desperation in Knives' voice. It's so minor but it's still such good characterization and further proof that the ideal of kindness is present in ordinary people.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

The symbolism of him creating an apple tree as a gesture of what is both thanks and trust... but Knives, ffs, why would you just disappear on your brother without telling him. UGH. He used the last of his power, didn't he. Healed Vash's injury as much as he could then created the tree. Is he dead, or did he just lose corporeality or something? I'm honestly not sure. Either way, Vash lost his brother too after they just got each other back.

Begging him to start singing his murder song again

It was at this moment he knew. He fucked up.

Aww! They are going to be such a good team now that Vash is going to hopefully stop running off. DUDE.

HJHSBJHCBZJHVSBJV WHAT

I did not get the song I was expecting, but the fact that these two apparently play a song about Vash to signal the start of their broadcast is so funny. What is happening.

OMG Sheryl and Lina!!! Badwick and his family! Brilliant Dynamites Neon!

LIVIO!!! And the kids and Miss Melanie... at Wolfwood's grave... (Livio I love your new look.)

:')

"The same song of humanity still sang."

What a beautiful end to this story... thank you everyone in the book club (and to Rev for organizing it!); I had so much fun with this. I can't wait to go through the tag some more and go back through everyone's posts again - I fell behind a few times so I want to do a re-read of everyone's analyses and thoughts. I'll have a few more posts probably, but for now... thanks for what was a really fun experience everyone! I think this manga's story and characters will stay with me a long while.

#storyrambles #trigun #trimax #trigunbookclub #until the next time... if we do book club 2.0 i'll definitely be there :)

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tookerthetookiest · 1 year

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Diluc x reader

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You walked into the Angel's Share Tavern, pretty late too. Looking around the half full building of drunks, you notice a familiar face behind the bar. A mop of red hair that could be seen miles away was tilted down to carefully inspect a glass being cleaned.

"Diluc!" You called, only now noticing how tired and annoyed he looked. But just the sight of you washed that away, a weak smile shown to you instead. "Y/n" He answered back taking in your presence.

"Rough night?" You asked taking a seat in front him. "Disastrous" He huffed, a chuckle from you lead him to recall what happened. He spoke the little green bard trying to steal a bottle or two of wine along with a drunk Keaya's help.

He continued with his story, though it fell on deaf ears. You came to notice a button of his was loose, a battle in your mind begun. Fighting whether you should tell him or not, maybe get up an fix it yourself? Diluc came to a stop when he noticed you deep in thought.

"Is my story boring you? I can listen to whatever you want to talk about instead." He said hoping he wasn't bothering you. "Oh! No, it's just that-" Abruptly you got up, bringing your hands up to his chest to fix the loose button. "There!" You said, hands lingering close to him. His own hands raised to yours, enveloping them in a way to show his thanks.

A smile formed on both you and him, you didn't notice how he held you so tenderly, with such care, but to him this was a major step forward to winning your heart. The moment was cut short when a certain blue haired knight intervened. "My, my Master Diluc! How bold of you to hold them so close, yet you haven't even told them of your feelings yet."

You stood there dumbfounded, 'feelings'? To engrossed by your own shock you failed to notice the speechless Diluc, had he no words because of his brothers' sudden statement or was he so angry he couldn't talk, maybe even embarrassment.

About to full on fist fight Keaya, Diluc stopped after seeing how you appeared flustered. He took that as an opportunity to apologise for Keaya's behavior. Turning to him, you seemed a bit shy, though you had something to say. "Would you be up for a walk tomorrow evening, or we could get some grape juice and chat." You blurted out quickly. Diluc almost didn't understand, ALMOST.

"I- Yes! O-of coarse!" A genuine smile glossed over his features as you looked up with a smile of your own. Had he known you felt the same he would've ask you out long ago. Though he thanks Keaya internally, he still wishes he didn't have to embarrass him like that.

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trash-king18 · 9 months

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m pt. 17

no warnings just reader with her sister

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“you’re late” crystal says as she opens the door

“only by two minutes”

“two minutes that i will be later to work”

“lo se lo se lo siento”

i know i know i’m sorry

she shuts the door

“i thought you and miguel were on the outs”

“we are, what are you talking about”

“wet hair that was clearly washed with men’s products”

“hey!”

“-glowing skin” she sniffs “day old clothes. my guess? you were at his place not even ten minutes ago”

you turn around and roll your eyes at her but when you do your hair that you had positioned to cover your neck falls off your shoulder

she gasps “and y/n Pardo are those hickies?!”

“what?! no” you hastily pull your hair back into place

“oh. my. god.”

“it’s not a big deal”

“mana are you kidding. hickeys are how men claim their territory. they can’t pee on you so they mark your neck for every other person to see that you’re taken even when they’re not around. he’s essentially saying “hands off! she mine”

mine. the thought sends shivers through you

“i thought you were gonna be late to work”

“mm you’re lucky, but we ~will~ talk about this later.”

“Niños, ven a despedirte de tu mamá”

boys come say goodbye to your mama”

Diego and Matias run in and tackle her with hugs and then immediately run over to you next

“se bueno hijos”

be good boys

“tu tambien hermana. hey do yourself a favor borrow something from my closet and uh concealers in the bathroom” she winks

you too sis

she heads out leaving you to a whole day with your favorite boys in the world.

you help Matias with his worksheets for school while Diego showed you all the toys he had gotten for his birthday.. again.

Then you make lunch and decide take them to brighton beach for the afternoon. the water will be too cold to go in but it’ll be a good chance for them to blow off steam and get outside.

the day passes quickly, but you still find your mind wandering back to miguel every so often.

why was he being so… good. even though he was a super hero compared to every other spider man sometimes he didn’t seem like one. superheroes didn’t brood or throw things. and yet he had comforted you through a panic attack, cooked food for you, helped you in… a few other ways.

he had done a fair share of asshole things and you had no intention of mothering him into shape. still he was trying.. and you weren’t perfect either.

you weren’t necessarily thinking about a relationship but… it was starting to feel like you were in one.

before you could spiral any farther down that rabbit hole diego came running up with a shell he’d found.

“woah chico eso es genial”

that’s cool

“puedo quedármelo?”

can i keep it

“por supuesto, podemos enseñárselo a tu mamá”

of course we can show it to your mama”

“Matias, vamos, hora de irse”

come on, it’s time to go

after a lot of begging to stay and a little bit of bribery you were back in the taxi on the way home.

it was dark out and the boys were in bed, Matias was reading to Diego to help him practice. his teachers had apparently noted that he was a little behind but since he’d started doing story time every night he had definitely improved.

Crystal walked in the door looking absolutely exhausted. she came in and kisses your forehead

“i am so glad i never have to worry about you swallowing balloons full of hallucinogenics ”

“what” you laugh

she waves you off and goes to say goodnight to the boys. she comes back out in pajamas and flops down on the couch next to you

“wine?”

“tequila”

“ay ya veo, one of those cases huh?”

she snorts “si”

you pour some tequila and guava juice over ice and hand it to her. she takes a greatful sip and sinks into the cushions.

“wanna talk about it”

“god no. i don’t want to think about work tonight, tomorrow, or at work for that matter”

“fair”

“you know what i do want to talk about”

“the super cool seashell we found at the beach today” you ask hopefully

“yeahhh that and your super fine super hero friend”

“there’s nothing to talk about crystal”

“mm see if you were just fucking that would be true but you’re fucking and fighting and then fucking again”

“so?”

“soooo there’s feelings there. and you are not good at those”

“hey give me some credit here i’ve gotten better about it”

“mm fine maybe a little bit. seriously though y/n you need to talk about it, i know you enough to know you’re probably overthinking about it right now”

“no i- i mean.. maybe a little”

“cmon, spill it, gimme all the juicy details”

“we’re not teenagers im not gonna gossip about boys with you”

“uh yes you are because i’m your older sister and i’m basically the boss of you so talk”

and you do. the tequila makes it easier. you fill her in on every single thing, leaving out only a few select explicit details. when you finally stop talking she stares at you with her mouth hanging open.

“why are you looking at me like that”

“i’m not looking at you any way”

“yes, yes you are. i know that face, you have something to say”

“no no im fine im good”

“i gave you every detail you don’t get to hold out on me now”

“i just.. want you to be careful mana. i know you can take care of yourself but this sounds complicated.. not just physically, emotionally. don’t get caught up in the good moments if they don’t outweigh the bad.”

you look down at your drink

“i know. i’m trying”

“what is it tia may always says? for every bad day, a good man-“

“-makes a hundred good ones. yeah. shes such a bad ass.”

“yeah she is, she never let tío ben get away with anything”

“no she did not. I can still hear her “Benicio! no te alejes de mi”

don’t walk away from me

“Benicio! necesito un bolso nuevo”

i need a new bag

your laughter eventually dies down and you’re quiet for a while.

“i went to see him”

you don’t have to explain. she knows exactly what you mean

“oh you did?” something about the way she says it sounds weird but you dismiss it

“marcus suggested it actually, figured it was time”

“i miss him”

“me too”

she rests her head on your shoulder and you two sit like that until she dozes off. you gingerly take the glass from her hand and set it on the coffee table. it’s almost 1.

you support her head as you lay her down and cover her with a blanket. you check your phone and notice there’s multiple texts from jess and the kids asking about what happened last night. you scroll through them but you stop when you notice a text that had come through two hours ago.

it was from miguel. he never texted, hated using a phone, he just had lyla call you or showed up evidently.

will you be home tonight?

you knew he meant home as in your other universe, but if you were any other two people it could just as easily be a partner asking if you’re coming home, to our shared space. the thought weirded you out.

you weren’t sure wether or not to text back, you

knew he was probably awake working since you weren’t there.

you were so sleepy, you could’ve easily crawled into crystals bed and passed out but you didn’t want to spend another night away from home. you sneak into the boys room and plant a gentle kiss on both foreheads and then climb onto the roof because the living room is too cramped for opening portals.

you step in and step out into your kitchen. you tug your clothes off as you walk to your bed and drop your bag on the floor next to you. you don’t even have the energy to grab pajamas for yourself so you reach for the closest thing which happens to be miguel’s shirt that you’d stuffed in with your jacket on accident before leaving.

you’re asleep before your head even hits the pillow.

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faegoddessog · 8 months

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Fantasy Come True Ch 2/8

Chapter 2: Lines

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, Fingering, cunnilingus

Series Summary: Breaking into the acting world has been a life long dream. It's been tough, plus your relationship with you partner has some struggles, but who doesn't have struggles. A new guy shows up to your improv classes who seems strangely familiar. He seems rather interested in you and you feel unusually comfortable around him, like he projects calm and reassurance. Once you realize who he really is, and what he really likes... it's game on.

SERIES WARNING: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, here there be lemons.

A/N: This little gem is per request for the lovely and talented @purejasmine . It's been a collaborative project designed to meet her every Austin need as best I can. Here's to you darling! <clink> I hope ya'll enjoy reading it as much as I have enjoyed the creative process with parameters not wholly my own!!

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You wait all week for the text from Austin, by Friday you are a little strung out, nervous and telling yourself he is a busy man, just wait until tomorrow.

Saturday around noon, your phone dings from an unknown but not blocked number. Your heart skips a beat.

Hey, it’s Austin, will you be at class today?

Yes, ‘tis my plan!

Good, see you there.

The smile on your face could break glass. You save the number under ‘Jason’ just to be on the safe side. It’s not like you are doing anything wrong, really you are protecting his identity.

As you walk from your car in your favorite red Minnie Mouse shirt, jeans, and your trusty shoes. You hear a whistle and your name. You look around and there is an arm out of an SUV waving you over. As you walk over suspiciously, you see a familiar form with a black mask and hat in the front seat.

“Hey, jump in,” you hear Austin’s muffled voice.

You’d know that voice anywhere so you do so without hesitation. He rolls up the dark windows.

“Hey, what’s up. Everything ok?” you note that his hair is back to his normal dirty blonde.

“Oh yeah, I just got tired of the beard. Do you want to do something different?” “Wait, so you aren’t going to class?” you say.

“Nah, It’d be a circus if I show up like this. Actually, I have to work on lines and I was hoping you’d come run them with me.”

“Um… yes, unequivocally yes,” you can’t get the words out fast enough.

“Cool, is it ok if I drive you to my house, it’s just that we would get some privacy there?” he says.

“Sure!” you don’t even care if you have to uber back to your car, this is the stuff of dreams. Like literal dreams.

“Thanks for texting, I appreciate the trust, it’s gotta be hard to meet people and trust them,” you comment to him.

“Yeah, it didn’t used to be, but now,” he trails off with a shrug, “the dirty, lonely side of fame. But, I don't know, there is just something about you. My, erm, gut… instinct just kicked in at dinner last week.”

“It was a good time for sure, did you eat your leftovers?” you ask, trying to keep your conversation light to hide your excitement.

“Oh my yes, that was the most fun meal I’ve ever had with anyone. We should do it again sometime.” You hear the smile in his voice as he drives.

About 20 min later, you are pulling up to a gated driveway with a tall wall. Makes sense, considering how freakin’ famous he is now. He seems to relax as he pulls into the garage and closes the door.

“Welcome to my sanctuary,” he says.

“Thanks Mr. Wayne” you jest with a sly smile,

Austin laughs as he opens the door and peels off his mask leaving it hanging on the gear shift. He gets out of the SUV, he walks around the back of the car in long strides as you take deep breaths trying to remain calm in light of BEING INVITED INTO AUSTIN’S FUCKING HOUSE. You go to reach for the door and it opens before you touch it.

Your breath catches in your throat. There he is with a huge smile on his face, in all his shorn glory. Your Austin. The one that makes you weak in the knees. His hand is out to help you out of the car. It didn’t seem real before, recognizing him, even having dinner last week, because he didn’t LOOK like the Austin you knew. But this… wow. His hand is warm and soft in yours as you grasp it and step out.

“C’mon, I’ll show you around!” he doesn’t let go of your hand as he leads you to the door. He even switches hands to usher you inside, his other hand falling to the small of your back. Both of his hands on you? Oh the shooting tingles to your core, you almost stumble over the threshold.

It’s actually a modest home by celebrity standards. He shows you around, but it’s fairly basic, for LA anyway. Big kitchen and dining room with a coffered ceiling. His office is a library, go figure, with a comfy leather reading chair near the window and his black leather ‘68 comeback costume on a mannequin in the corner. A framed sun decal from one of the white jumpsuits hanging on the opposite wall. Other little treasures from his career sit amongst books. Books that actually look read, not just for show. The living room boasts a couple old movie posters with a huge TV, and super comfy couches with a big ottoman. Out back there is a pool and a pool house, the yard isn’t big but has lots of privacy. It’s not really set up for entertaining, which is kind of perfect for a talented, famous but shy introvert, at least subconsciously. He says there are three ensuite bedrooms upstairs, but doesn't show you.

He offers you a drink, and you choose sparkling water. He smiles at your choice, like he knew that was what you were going to pick.

“Do you need me to sign anything, NDA wise?” you ask, trying to be on the up and up.

“Nah, I trust you,” he smiles. Your heart warms.

You run the first scene with him. At first its a bit unnerving, I mean you are playing opposite Austin fucking Butler! But he is so warm and kind and accommodating it’s easy to relax and let your professionalism kick in. The scene is just two people talking about their pasts. You do it a few times in a few different ways: funny, serious, drunk, etc. You debrief in between. He gives you his full attention and seems to really like the insights you have. Then he turns to a scene later in the script.

“I’d really like to do this one, if you are comfortable with it, if not, that’s ok.”

You read over it and it has a kiss in the last half of the scene. Inside you are like, ’oh hell yeah!’ Outside you are so cool “Sure,” you shrug.

“So just to be clear, touch is ok, the kiss is ok?” he asks, ever the gentleman.

“Yeah, for sure,” you say coolly, as if it’s not the first time you’ve done a scene like this.

The first run through your heart is beating a mile a minute, which is good because the character is supposed to be nervous. At first he just gives you an old fashioned screen kiss. Lips touching lightly, still it sends tiny shivers up your spine. The second time through, it feels more like a natural kiss, still just lips, still exhilarating. Thank god you have the script in your hand as something to focus on. The third run through, it’s like he turns up his charm and magnetism. His hand is soft and warm on your jaw, pulling you toward him, his tongue barely darts out to touch your lips. An involuntary moan escapes you. Your fingertips graze his torso as you kiss him back. He pulls back, looking into your eyes. The pause is just a fraction too long, both of you breathing a little heavier, both of you a little lost. Then he glances at the script in your hand, taking a breath.

Oh shit, that’s right you are running lines! Yup, head empty, no thoughts. Well, there ARE thoughts, just completely unprofessional ones. You take a breath and finish the scene with him. Professional, right, you are a professional, you tell the slow burn in your groin.

“You ok to do it again?” he asks a little breathless, “I really think I’m starting to get it.”

You nod. You’ll kiss him as many times as he is willing. This time, you are ready for the intensity of the kiss. Your mouths press together, lips parted. The tip of his tongue making tentative explorations against your lips, against your tongue. You lean into it with everything you have. Every fantasy of this man that has ever taken up rent-free residence in your mind is now focused on the minimal space between your bodies and the non-space between your crushing lips. His hand is on the back of your head, the other wraps around your waist and pulls you against his body. Your arm is wrapped around his neck, fingers threaded through his soft, luscious hair at the nape of his neck. The pretense of the script is completely forgotten on both sides as pages flutter to the floor. Your fingers looped in his belt loop pull his hips closer to yours. You feel his bulge pressing through his jeans. You trade soft, throaty moans back and forth. He pulls back slowly.

“What doesn’t he do for you?” his voice is low, his eyes searching your own.

You look confused, that’s not the next line, is it? Then it dawns on you, what Austin is actually asking about.

“You really want to know?” you are still in his embrace, he makes no move to let you go.

“I do,” he nods.

“Well, he um,“ you look down at his throat taking a second to gather yourself. You decide that if you are gonna say it, you won’t be bashful. You take a big breath and look Austin in the eye. “He can’t be bothered to make me orgasm, he says it’s too much work and takes too long.”

Austin’s eyes widen in disbelief, then his brow furrows in confusion.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” his tone indignant, “that’s my favorite thing about sex! Has he ever made you orgasm?”

“I mean, a few times, that’s how he knows it’s a chore and one that he refuses to do,” you say matter of factly.

“Hold up, making a woman cum is not a chore, it’s a fucking privledge,” Austin is nearly outraged on your behalf, “so he uses you, then what?! “

You’ve never considered feeling used, it’s just how things had worked out.

“Austin, he doesn't use me, I like the sex and I am fine taking care of myself after,” your hand is on his chest, trying to sooth him, trying to stay calm yourself, feeling the round curve of his pec. You can feel his heart beating fast in his chest. He is shaking his head.

“No, sweetheart, no, that’s… that’s…. just wrong. I mean, if… if…” he hesitates, looking up at the ceiling. Then he levels his gaze at you, piercing you with his pupil-dilated blue eyes, “if you were mine,” his hands grip your shoulders, “I’d not let you leave the bedroom until you begged me to stop making you cum. I’d give you as many orgasms as was in my power to give.”

When he says these words, your mind goes entirely numb. ‘If you were mine’? ‘Begged me to stop’? Oh holy fuck. You have no retort for these statements, in fact if you say nothing then you can live in this moment forever. You actually feel your pussy engorge, feel your juices leaking past your labia and into the cotton of your panties. You wished you had worn your new pretty panties, because if Austin is going to talk like this to you, chances are he is going to be seeing them. It’s all you can do to stay on your feet as you pull him down to kiss you. This time, your tongue isn’t afraid to dance against his.

Suddenly your back is against the wall, his body is crushed against yours. Holy crap his bulge is huge. Austin’s hands are playing at the hem of your t-shirt. You get the feeling that Minnie is gonna see some things she’s never seen before. You feel his warm hands on the skin of your belly.

“I’m sorry,” he leans back a little, taking deep breaths, ”I didn't ask and am definitely overstepping boundaries and I don’t want to take advantage… but… you just, from the moment I met you in class, you just… do something to me.”

“Oh no, don’t you dare be sorry Austin,” your fists tighten into his shirt, pulling him back, “ and don’t you dare stop, for you I don’t have boundaries. If you want to be my Pleasure Dom, I’m all in.”

“Pleasure Dom? I’m…I’m not into much BDSM stuff sweetheart,” he says, unsure.

“It’s not BDSM, not exactly. It’s when you force orgasm after orgasm, overstimulate, even when they beg you to stop. Unless they say the safe word… which… ok is kinda similar to BDSM,” giddy that you finally get to explain to someone other than your tumblr bestie.

“Oh, I see, so instead of pain, it’s pleasure. Oh yes… I can do that,” he gets a little smile on his lips just before he kisses you again, then trails down to your neck licking and sucking.

Your hand snakes up to the back of his head, his down to the round curve of your ass, groaning.

“May I?” he remembers to ask as he grips the hem of your shirt.

What. The Fuck. Is happening. You just nod in a sort of haze. He strips off your shirt in one motion, your captured breasts bouncing a little as he does. He looks at your voluptuous form, and breathes out a moaning, appreciative ‘oh’. His hands trace your curves, then cup your large breasts. His head bows to your chest, almost in reverence.

“Fuck, you are beautiful,” his lips murmur agasint the rounded globes that peek out the top of your bra. “God, I love curves on a woman.”

“Really?” you say without thinking.

“Oh hell yeah,” he looks up at you with a sly smile, “I’m a sucker for a round booty and big boobs. Fuck I even like a little roundness here.” His fingers glide from your tits down to your stomach.

You feel a little self conscious from years of societal brainwashing, but it is obvious that he actually is turned on by your body.

“I know, bullshit societal norms dictate that I should be attracted to barely legal rail thin high fashion models,” he shrugs. “I’ve had them, they just don’t…fit me. They are boring and they don’t… do much. Like, they think just getting in their pants is a reward, so why try to be into it. The first curvy girl I had was so much fun, down to earth, and into the sex for fun. I’ve only had the privilege of a couple in the last few years, but they seemed to actually enjoy both giving and receiving. It turned me on so much. And I like someone that I don’t feel like I’m going to snap in half when I…” he trails off leaving the sentence unfinished. “And I want to…” he buries his face in your cleavage, kissing and nibbling your delicate skin. Lord, the way his tongue is rolling over just your skin is driving you mad.

“Want to what, Austin?” you ask.

He stands up tall and moves his hands to your bare shoulders.

“To fuck you, make you cum and cum and cum.” he states simply. “ I know, you have someone else, but you deserve… better. Will you let me? Can I, please?” he is practically pleading.

Austin Fucking Butler is asking you, nay begging you, to let him pleasure you. How the fuck did you fall into this fantasy world? And can you please, please never leave.

“Austin, hunny, ” you put your hands to his face, “sweet man, I now have and have always had only one person as my ‘hall pass’ and it’s you. My safe word is sushi.” You rise on your tiptoes and kiss him lightly on the lips

“Sushi,” he repeats, “So.. yes?”

“Yes please,” you breathe.

He looks down shyly, huffing out a breath, then back at you, nodding with a little smirk. The dimple above the left corner of his mouth peeks into view.

Oh holy hell, that look directed at you spawns a whole new flood into your underthings.

He leads you to the oversized sectional in the living room. The ottoman is pushed against the couch, making it into a pseudo bed.

“We uh, might want a towel or something here” you say, you know your moisture situation is just going to get more intense. He smiles and cocks a curious eyebrow and glances at your crotch.

“Sweetheart, are you saying it might get… messy?” He grabs a generic blanket from the back of the couch and spreads it over the fabric of the ottoman.

“Austin, it already is,” you return his look.

“Ooo” he presses himself against you, looking down into your face. “I love a wet girl,” he reaches around behind you, “and I can’t wait to taste you.”

He unsnaps and pulls your bra off. Fuck it feels amazing to let the girls breathe, you are rarely without a bra. He peels off his shirt then pulls you closer by your hands and places them on his sides, encouraging you to touch him.

Once you make contact, you decide to take your sweet time. Yes you want this, but in case this is the only time you get Austin, you are going to check every box you can.

You run your hands on the soft skin of his abdomen and chest, outlining his muscles and finding tiny freckles here and there. Some you had seen in pictures, some were new discoveries. You memorize their location and connect them with your fingertips, trying not to tickle. You get to the one next to his belly button and the little trail of hair that disappears into his jeans just about drives you crazy. You are biting your lip. You blow out a shuddering breath, and walk around him to the right, dragging your fingers above the waistline of his jeans and up along his erectors and over his shoulders. Austin is a fucking temple to the divine and praise be! you are about to worship harder than you ever have before.

He stands there, letting you explore, blowing out a shuddering breath when you roam over his stomach and down to his waistband. As you come around his left side, his freckles lead you up to his throat and onto his left cheek.

“This is how I knew it was you, Mr. Butler, by the way,” you say. marking each speck of melanin with your eyes.

“What is,” he says, pulling you close into his embrace.

“Your constellations. Your bushy beard distracted me from them until I was up close to you,” you lean up to him, cupping his cheek. “I love your constellations, Austin,” you murmur against his lips.

Then his mouth is on yours with a big inbreath, his hands pulling you tight to him. Your breasts pressed against his naked chest.

“No one has called them that before… I like that. Constellations,” he smiles at you.

He sits down on the couch and pulls you to straddle him, your sandals slip off your feet to the floor. His hands are on your breasts, gently massaging and holding them. He slips a nipple into his mouth, gently sucking.

“Oh gaw,” your words melt in your throat. You run your fingers in his hair as his tongue flickers. A nerve string twanging from your nipples straight to your pussy.

He switches to the other breast making your breath get heavier.

When he pulls off, you capture his mouth in yours, kissing him hard, your hips unable to stop pulsing against his legs.

“Sweetheart, I’m going to treat you like a princess,” he says looking up at you as he breaks the kiss.

“I’m all yours,” you breathe out.

“Mine, eh? Hmmm, my Princess,” one side of his mouth curves up, his little dimple is all for you.

Your reaction to this little nickname is purely visceral, heat floods your core.

Then you are suddenly flipped onto your back on the ottoman and he is pressed between your legs with a growl. His mouth is needy on yours, tongues flashing against one another. The two layers of jeans do little to stop you feeling how hard he is as he grinds on you. Christ, he is rock solid. He kisses down your neck.

“I have one requirement, sweetheart,” he says against the curve of your ear.

“What’s that?” you ask, eyes closed and head back.

“You can’t be shy about telling me what to do, if you need something different. I don’t know what you like, so you might have to direct me. Can you do that Princess?”

“Uh huh,” you nod.

“Promise Princess?” he says with a serious look, running his hands over your stomach and toying with the buckle of your belt. If he had glasses on, he would be peering over them.

“Yes Austin, I promise,” you say in all seriousness, “ I need my clit to be wet before you play with it and I um… am perfectly healthy, no STI’s.

He nods as he undoes the buckle and pulls down your zipper.

“Oh good, me too, just had a work up done.” You lift your hips and help him wiggle off your jeans. You are eternally grateful for the shower you took just before you left home and the trim up you did of your muff, all nice and short.

He kneels in front of you and giggles a little.

“What?” you ask, trying not to sound defensive and grabbing a pillow and shoving it under your head.

“Well, I see that Princess is an appropriate moniker, what with the crowns on your panties,” he runs his thumb lightly over the graphic. He lifts his head to watch your reaction as he lets his single digit slide lightly along the wet spot on the fabric.

His eyes narrow in lust as you exhale a light, shaky moan.

“Oh Princess,” he blows out a breath, “Ok,” he puts his hands up in the air, a look of barely contained control on his face. “You are still good with this, yes? Cuz this is where I need to stop if not.”

“Oh no, don’t stop Austin, please” you can’t get the words out fast enough, frowning just a bit, “I want it, I need it, and only from you. Please.”

“Alright, alright sweetheart, I just wanted to be sure,” his hands float back to your thighs. “I need to take off my jeans. I need some more, uh … real estate. But I’m not gonna fuck you, not yet anyway.”

“Ok,” you nod.

He stands up, unbuttoning his fly and pulling the front of his jeans out and down over the bulge in his boxer briefs. He moans out a sigh of relief. You can see the outline of his hard cock just before he bends over to pull his jeans off.

“Oh my god” you whisper, rocking your hips just a little. If he is as big as it seems, your tight little pussy is in for a jolt, WHEN he fucks you… there is no ‘if’ at this point in your mind.

“Mmm, sweetheart, you look like you need me?” he asks, getting down on his knees again.

“Yes please, Austin,” your hands are reaching for him, wanting to touch him.

“Let’s get down to uh… brass tacks shall we,” he gives you an evil little smile. He grabs your hips and yanks you towards him. Damn those muscles aren’t just for show. You giggle a little.

He presses his face to your covered mons, blowing hot breath and planting a kiss. Then pulls your panties away from your skin by the waistband. He continues to remove them and they are so wet, they stick to your labia.

“Oh hoh hoh” he moans in appreciation as he peels them down and off. “Open those legs for me Princess,” he says as he gently encourages you with his hand, “show me how wet you are.”

He runs a finger along your labia, pulling away a string of moisture.

“Is all this wetness for me darling?” he asks.

“All for you, Austin,” you look him right in the eyes, trying to convey just how much that statement is true.

He puts his wet finger in his mouth as you watch, his eyes close as he sucks it off. You wonder where all the oxygen in the room went.

“Mmmm, you taste so good,” he breathes out. Fuck, he is sexy.

His thumbs start petting your wet labia, gradually pulling them apart with each stroke until he has exposed your pink little slit.

“Oh this is a gorgeous pussy, Princess,” he settles down on his knees and leans in.

He plants a soft kiss just above your clit, you whimper just a bit.

He runs his tongue along your inner labia, groaning at the taste, barely grazing your clit with the tip of his tongue.

You whimper, fist to your mouth.

He looks at you over your mound, lapping gently with a wide tongue, then narrowing to his tip and going to one side, then the other of your clit. His blue eyes are dark again, with lust now instead of outrage.

Then his eyes close and he nuzzles side to side, pushing his tongue deeper, laving the front body of his tongue along your inner labia. His nose pushes gently against your clit. He breathes in deep through his nose, then moans out lusty, throaty laughs of pleasure into your pussy. It is clear that he is loving this.

You are tempted to lean back and close your eyes, however there is no way you are going to miss this. The sight of Austin buried between your legs is the stuff of your dreams. You almost feel out of your body.

He licks and tongues your pussy, slurping up your juices, growling in pleasure. He pulls back, face wet from the end of his nose to his chin. He is breathing a little heavy and grinning from ear to ear, licking his lips.

“Your pussy is so wet for me Princess, damn. Thank you, I fucking love this,” his eyes sparkle.

“Come kiss me with that messy mouth,” you reach out, beckoning him forward with your fingertips.

He crawls up your body and is instantly and deeply kissing you. Your tongue is lapping at his, running over his wet lips, tasting yourself. His cock is pressed into your dripping vulva separated only by the fabric of his boxer briefs. Your hips rock against him, hands against his low back holding him to your body. His hips pulse against you, pushing his cloth shrouded length deep against your slit.

“Oh fuck,” he breaths agasint your lips.

He pulls away, underwear soaked in your juices.

“I gotta,“ he blows out a big breath trying to control himself. “I’m getting ahead of myself. We are not done down here yet,” and he settles himself down between your legs again.

Once again he buries his face in your snatch.

“Austin, more clit please,” you say, brushing his hair away from his eyes.

“Oh that’s a good girl, telling me what you need,” he says against your lips, looking you in the eye.

His praise alone makes you bite your lip and pull your brows together.

He cocks his head a little, ever observant, “You like being a good girl don’t you.”

“I like being YOUR good girl, your Princess,” you say matter of factly.

“MMM, mine. Fuck baby, you got it,” his mouth closes over your clit, sucking long and slow and pulling off like a kiss. He dives back again, tongue flicking your clit lightly as he sucks and pulls gently. The wet sounds of kissing that don't involve your own mouth plus his magnificent mouth on your clit; these are churning up heretofore untapped sensations from your pelvic core.

You are crunched toward him, your mouth is hanging open, barely breathing. You didn’t know it could feel like... like this.

“Oh god Austin…more please!” you moan, your fist momentarily gripping his hair tight.

He chuckles low against your pussy, “My good girl.”

You clench.

Then he dives in for more. He licks, he sucks, he flicks. Slurp, slurp, smack. So much longer than you've ever had before. You can’t help but close your eyes to focus on the magic of his tongue. Heat building in your vagina, clit starting to throb from his attentions.

Then you feel a long finger petting your entrance. You look down and he is looking at you, watching your reaction to his fingering while flicking the apex of his tongue on your clit.

Your eyes go wide and you just nod at him.

He pushes his long finger slowly inside you. You let out a long low moan.

“Oh my god, Princess, you are so tight,” his voice is almost reverential. You just nod, this is not news to you.

His finger slides in and out of you, testing the waters, so to speak. He finger fucks you like this for a bit. He licks his thumb on his other hand and gently plays with your clit. His eyes flit from watching your reaction to his finger sliding in and out of you and back. Your hips begin to rock back and forth as he finger fucks you.

“God you are amazing, I’m gonna give you two fingers now sweetheart, ok?”

“Yes please,” you breathe out.

He slowly slides both digits into you. “Fuck, so tight,” he says under his breath, “are you okay Princess?”

“Yes, keep doing that, please!” you moan out.

“Oh my beautiful Princess, I have no intention of stopping, you take your time. I’m gonna just enjoy the fuck out of this.” He kisses the inside of your leg. Then you feel that beautiful pressure inside as he curls his fingers just enough to touch that spongy tissue on your vaginal wall.

“Oh wow yes Austin, that right there!” you moan.

He continues to pull your clit into his mouth, to flick it with his tongue, eating you out like you are his only nourishment. Soft pleasurable moans dislodge from his throat among the soft wet sounds of his suction. All the while he is sliding and curling, sliding and curling his fingers. His sounds are ramping you up just as much as his actions. Your moans are getting louder.

He keeps up this steady rhythm for you don’t know how long. You feel that bubbling creek start to rush up against the wall that holds your orgasm. Each dip into you, each wave of his digits, each long suctioned kiss of your clit, each flicker of his tongue: it all eats away at the crack in the dam.

“You are so good at this.” you moan, hips are rocking against his face. Your vocalizations are getting more intense, palm pressed to your mouth. Still he tongues you tirelessly. The crack in the dam suddenly splinters, threatening to break. Moisture surges from you and he moans deep, he can tell you are close by the waves of clenching you are doing on his fingers. He is thinking about how it will feel when he plunges his throbbing cock into you. He laps and sucks, never letting up.

You freeze, not breathing, pinpoint focused on the sensation behind your clit.

Then the dam bursts.

“Ungh, ungh ungh,” little rhythmic moans fall from your open mouth. Your hands fly to his head. Little jerks rock your pelvis and neck in time with your moans.

Holy fuck it feels so good.

You let out a loud, long moan which transcends into little giggles.

He is smiling against your pussy, knowing he made you cum.

Pulling away, messy faced, eyes so intense he practically launches himself on top of you, desperate to kiss you. His sloppy mouth is delicious against your own.

“Oh Princess, that was so hot.” his voice is deep with desire, hips pulsing a rhythm of their own against your leg.

“I'm sorry if that took a while,’ you say, breathlessly.

“Oh no darling, don’t you dare be sorry. I loved every second of it,” he says, smiling down at you like some devilish angel. “You know, it takes the average man 5 minutes to cum and the average woman 20.”

“You are not the average man Austin,” you can’t help but smile and giggle.

A sultry laugh rolls low from his chest, “No, my Princess, no I am not.”

#austin butler #austin butler fanfic #austin butler fic #austin butler smut #austin butler x reader #@slowsweetlove #@purejasmine #@richardslady121

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womanofwords · 7 months

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Villain's New Pet (Threequel)

Prequel here.

Sequel here.

If Hero was going to be a permanent resident of the house, then that meant (technically) that Supervillain was his big sister. It was going to take a lot of getting used to.

But Supervillain was pretty OK with it. Being a big sister had its perks. For example, whenever Villain wasn't around, she could just go and annoy Hero instead.

"Hello, little do-gooder," Supervillain teased, as she sat down next to him. "I'm bored."

"That's not my problem," Hero said.

"I'll get to that, copycat."

"Hey! Am not!"

"Are too! I was hoping to be the only cat around here. You could have been a bunny or something! Villain called you his little bunny, I heard him!"

"No, he just . . . floated the idea, and I refused because it . . . seemed wrong."

"What? They would have fit you like a glove," Supervillain said.

Hero blushed red. "They certainly would not."

"They would have."

"They would not!"

"They would have."

"They would have what?" Villain asked. Hero stiffened up with a squeak.

"I was just talking with Hero about how being a bunny would have suited him better than being a kitten," Supervillain explained.

"But I don't want that!" Hero stammered.

"Supervillain, you can't make him be a bunny if he doesn't want to," Villain said, talking to Supervillain like a parent would a child.

"I was kind of hoping to be the only cat!"

"That was never promised to you. Both of you could have picked any animal you wanted, and you both picked cat. My two little kittens."

"If that's a kitten, then I'm Emperor of Russia," Supervillain snarked. "Honestly, I don't know what's worse: the fact that he's a cat too or the fact that you brought in a hero."

Hero slunk off to his room. Supervillain's mission of annoying Hero was complete.

And there was nothing he could do about it.

(PAUSE)

Hero did not ask to be dragged over to a home improvement store by Villain and Supervillain in the middle of his favourite show. But Villain wanted materials for a new bench, so they were all going, apparently. "Are you sure you don't want to come in with us, precious?" Villain asked, concern in their voice.

"I certainly don't. I'm already bored," Hero stated. "I'll stand outside and wait for you to come out."

"We'll be quite a while in there."

"I can wait."

"Villain, he said he didn't want to. Let's go." Supervillain tugged on Villain's arm, and their owner relented.

Hero sighed and leaned against a wall, adjusting the cat ear headband on his head. He was all alone, just the way he wanted to be.

"Oh, my goodness!" Superhero gasped, Sidekick in tow. Hero froze. Not them. Anybody but them. They couldn't see him like this.

"Hi, Superhero," Hero greeted, waving awkwardly. Superhero and Sidekick burst out laughing.

"Villain has you wrapped around their little finger, don't they?" Sidekick laughed.

"I kinda had to. I was given to them as a gift as a trade deal that Superhero set up." Hero looked at Superhero with anger. "You said I would be a martyr!"

"Yeah . . . we just said that to comfort you because we figured that they were going to eat you for tomorrow's breakfast," Superhero said, smirking as she checked under her fingernails. "We never thought . . . this!"

The laughter drilled into Hero's ears, and Hero let out a whine of humiliation and pain as tears stung their eyes. Superhero thought that Villain was going to eat them? Superhero, their mentor, their friend, had intended for them to die for the sake of the greater good? Did this make the deal a suicide mission? A chill descended on him, and the laughter suddenly stopped.

"What do you think you're doing to my pet?" Villain asked. Supervillain was right behind him, holding an axe.

Sidekick's face froze in an expression of horror. "Villain?"

"Yes, it's me, your eyes do not deceive you," Villain said.

"Don't you dare do anything!" Superhero snapped. "We made a deal with you, r-remember?"

"I remember that deal well. You would give me the cute little hero in exchange for me renouncing crime. However, I will commit all the crimes I have to to keep my little one safe, including being safe from you."

"And if I have to bury an axe from your head, them so be it," Supervillain said, grinning sadistically. Hero gasped.

"You'd do that for me?" Hero asked, sniffling.

"Anything for my little brother," Supervillain said, letting the blade of the axe rest under Sidekick's chin. Sidekick whimpered with terror.

"Sidekick, fall back. We need to go," Superhero ordered, and the two walked away. The walk turned into a jog which morphed into a run. Villain scooped Hero up and smothered him in kisses.

"I should have taken you with me, darling," Villain said. "I'm so sorry."

"What the heck were they thinking, coming up to you like that?" Supervillain asked, ruffling his hair. And the dam burst.

"They said you were going to eat me!" Hero sobbed, burying his head in Villain's chest. "They thought I would be eaten by you for breakfast!"

"Oh, honey," Villain sighed. "You and me are going home."

"What about me?" Supervillain demanded.

"Blow up their new headquarters. I'll deal with the Villains' League later."

"Sweet!" Supervillain created a portal out of thin air and left. Villain carried the sniffling, shaking Hero over to the car.

"How about you get ice cream and movies, sweetness?" Villain asked. "What flavour would you like?"

Hero sniffled before finally answering. "Cookie dough."

(PAUSE)

Villain spent the rest of the day spoon-feeding Hero cookie dough flavour ice cream as Moana played in the background. Halfway through, Supervillain came back covered in soot with torn and singed clothes.

"I did it," she panted.

"Very good," Villain praised. "Now get changed before 'You're Welcome' comes on."

"Sure. I just need to put something in the garage." Supervillain walked past them with Supervillain's oil painting.

Hero almost choked on a cookie dough chunk. "How did you get that?" he asked.

"I stole it, silly," Supervillain said. "Tomorrow, I'm getting the paintball gun and shooting at it. You want in?"

A smile bloomed across Hero's face. "Yes."

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ensnapemysenses · 2 years

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HELLO can u do schoolboy sev and reader fluff where like he tutors her bc she sucks at school 😃 and then eventually he falls for her and then has a hard time coming to terms with his feelings and eventually gets cold and distant and then reader confronts him and then he confesses and then ACCKKKkk 😩😩 i used she her pronouns for the request but u can do anything eheheh

Learning from Severus

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,289

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“I’m sorry, you lost me. Can you please go over kappas again? Aren’t those the red-haired imps?” you question, your quill hesitating on your parchment as you try to jot down some notes as Severus goes through the defense against the dark arts lesson from today. He’s been tutoring you in all your subjects since the beginning of the year. You had noticed he always got good marks in all his classes, and he had noticed your not-so-great marks as well and had offered to tutor you. You had gladly accepted and your grades were improving with his help.

“A kappa is a Japanese water demon, you dummy,” Severus chuckles. “They aren’t red-haired! They have a water-filled hollow on their head! You defeat a kappa by making them bow, which causes the water to spill out!”

“Oh! Right! I remember now! Thanks, Sev!” you reply, scratching down his remarks on your notes from class. You two spend another hour in the library going through all the questions you have from your lessons today before saying your goodbyes and heading to supper, promising to meet back in the same spot tomorrow as usual.

The next day, you arrive back at the table in the library that you and Severus usually occupy as he tutors you, except he’s not there. You find it very odd he’s late since he is always early to everything. Ten minutes go by, and he finally shows up. You smile widely at him and pull your books and notes out of your bag.

“Everything okay? You are a little later than usual,” you say, nudging him a bit.

“It’s nothing, (Y/N),” he says, pulling away from your touch. “I just don’t think I can tutor you anymore.”

“Why?” you question, drawing back from him out of confusion. You can’t understand how he can, all of a sudden, decide you aren’t worth his time anymore. You had thought the two of you were becoming friendly, and perhaps you silently wished to be more than just the student he tutors on the side.

“I’ve just been very busy lately,” he mumbles, not looking you in the eye and fidgeting with his hands.

“I understand. We could meet twice a week instead of every day if that’s better. I am really thankful for all the help you’ve given me this year by tutoring me and I really enjoy spending time with you.”

Upon hearing that you enjoy spending time with him Severus blushes and he has to turn his head away so that you can’t see it. Burying his face in a textbook he allows his hair to fall into his face further concealing the red on his cheeks from your view. Surely your words mean that you like spending time with him because he is able to help you get better grades and nothing more. The thought depresses him and he wishes he could tell you how he feels but he’s scared you will look at him differently if he confesses his feelings; as if somehow his confession will make him utterly repulsive to you and you will want absolutely nothing to do with him.

“I suppose that could work,” he mumbles into the pages of his textbook, thinking that if he doesn’t see you as often, maybe his longing to be with you will dissipate. “How about we meet every Tuesday and Thursday from now on?”

“Sounds great, Sev! Just let me know if we need to switch days around again!” you say cheerfully, happy that he has agreed to still spend some of his time with you.

This new arrangement worked for about a month until Severus says your tutoring sessions need to go to once a week. You oblige as you figure he is just busy studying since he is taking a few more classes than you. You had decided not to take on any extra classes this year and your head of house had agreed that decision was in your best interest; so you stuck to the core classes and didn’t add anything extra.

On the last day before the Christmas holiday break, you arrive at your usual tutoring spot in the library to a note left on the table. Puzzled, you pick it up when you see that your name is written on the envelope. Opening it, you read the note written inside:

(Y/N),

I am very sorry for missing our scheduled tutoring appointment today. I have been predisposed elsewhere and had just enough time to leave this note. Since I believe you now have what it takes to pass your classes without my help, we will no longer be meeting for lessons. I apologize to have to inform you in such a manner.

Good luck,

Severus

Hurt and confused by his actions, you decide to catch him after dinner tonight and demand an explanation for his very inappropriate treatment of the situation. He could have at least told you he didn’t want to tutor you anymore in person instead of by a note.

Sneaking around after dinner, you linger by the doors of the Great Hall, keeping an eye and an ear out for Severus. As soon as you see him, you duck behind the doors. You know that if he sees you before you grab him, he will run away and your chance at an explanation will have to wait until you return from holiday. Seizing your chance, as Severus walks by the doors you grab his arm and pull him with you down the hallway where you stop to drag him behind a statue. There, you hold him down by his shoulders as he tries to squirm his way out of your grasp.

“What the hell is this about? You couldn’t just tell me you didn’t want to tutor me anymore!” you sneer, pulling the note out of your pocket and waving it in his face.

“I –” he starts but you interrupt him.

“I don’t want to hear any lame excuses! You better be completely honest with me!”

Severus swallows hard, the combination of being held down by you and the embarrassment of his actions making his face bright red as he tries to come up with an answer for you. All his thoughts keep circling back to the true explanation of why he has been so distant.

“(Y/N), I’m so sorry. I thought it would be better that I stop tutoring you because…” his voice trails off and he has to force himself to say the next words. “I – I like you.”

His sudden confession causes you to drop your guard and release the hold you have on him. Severus slumps over and does his best to try and hide from you. The best he can do is turn his head and avert his eyes from you.

“Look at me,” you say softly, gently grabbing his chin and turning his head back to you when he doesn’t move. Now, his amber eyes are staring into yours and they widen in surprise at your next words. “I like you too, Sev.”

“Really?” Severus asks. He truly cannot believe your words, surely he is dreaming or he misheard you.

“Yes. I like you a lot,” you giggle. “Though it does kind of suck now we’ve both confessed our feelings and we have to leave for break tomorrow.”

Severus smiles slightly and he grabs your hand in his, leading you out from behind the statue. “There will be plenty of time for me to show you off when we return and I guess I can tutor you in more than just your school subjects now. I'm sure there's a lot you can learn from me," he says with a wink.

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whisperprime · 1 year

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Hob blinks into awareness, staring at a blank wall.

A blank wall that should have a door in it.

He turns, putting his back to the offending wall. Takes in what appears to be his flat, at first glance. It gives him the surreal feeling that everything that had come before - Dream showing up, their talk, the offer to fix his ankle - had been the dream, rather than what he was currently experiencing.

Upon a second glance, he can pick up on the things that are out of place, like the pleated coat he’d bought back in the 15th century hung on the coat rack or the claymore he was still mourning the loss of mounted over a couch he definitely wouldn’t be buying again this go around.

Littered through out the flat are also things that didn’t exist yet - if they ever came to exist in this new timeline, such as a cellphone that made the iPhone 14 look like a MicroTAC Ultra Lite or the 22nd century style coat hung up next to his pleated one.

For a moment, he feels nostalgic for the time period he had left behind when he agreed to take up the Herald’s mission. He misses the friends he never got the chance to say goodbye to. Misses the advancements in technology. Is glad he doesn’t have to worry about missing the latest medical advancements.

Oh, what a world they were heading into. He looked forward to not only meeting it again, but also to experiencing it in new ways he hadn’t the first time.

There’s the feeling of displaced air, of a shift, that Hob has begun to attribute to something entering the dream with him, that tips off that he has company. Leaving the room to itself, Hob shifts his attention to Dream, who is peering at a future piece of technology that won’t exist for another 110 years.

What is it like to be a creature existing in the now while also retaining knowledge of things that existed in the tomorrow, he wonders. What strange things might this Endless being have seen that now only exists in the memories of those who have walked times that no longer make up their existence? What did time travelers bring to the collective unconsciousness?

Hob puts a pin on those thoughts before they can carry him away. He may have been improving when it came to lucid dreaming, something that was far easier at the moment with Dream being there, but it was still far too easily to get distracted and lose the thread on things. “It’s done?”

Dream pulls himself away from the cell phone, turning to meet him. Here, in his domain, Hob is struck once again by how much more substantial he is. His eyes, usually blue in the Waking world, are their more natural reflection of the cosmos.

“Yes. You might feel sore in the morning, but the bone was set back correctly.”

Oh, to be able to walk without the feeling of bone not sitting correctly. He could not wait.

Near bouncing on his feet, Hob turns back to the blank wall. He places one hand on his hip, while the other goes to his chin as he debates his dilemma. “I might need your help, dove.” He points at the wall with the hand that had been on his hip. “I’ve gotten decent at controlling my dreams, but I never got the hang of changing them.”

Dream steps up beside him, intrigued. “You were not a lucid dreamer in the past. When did you learn?”

“It’s a recent skill.” Well, ‘recent’ if one took into account that Hob has roughly 379 years worth of lived experience that Dream knows very little about. “It took way longer than I thought it would to get even to my current level. I’m jealous of those it comes freely too.”

He gets a thoughtful nod. “Everyone who sleeps experiences it differently. The only thing they have in common is that they dream at some point in their lives.”

Hob has always wondered: “Do you sleep?”

Dream is silent in a way that Hob knows that he’s weighing whether or not to tell him something. He’s a little shocked when he gets, “No. The closest thing for me is unconsciousness.”

Another thought to put a pin in.

Not wanting the conversation to take a darker turn - they are supposed to be having a bit of a dinner date, even if they’re not calling it that - Hob forces himself to face the wall. “I know the place I’d like to go, but I don’t know how to get there. Any suggestions?”

A considering silence, this time. “Emotional attachment can help shape dreams.”

Hob suddenly remembers that he has, just once, changed a dream before, although he hadn’t been trying to do it on purpose. Remembers the brief flash of The Wake during his revisit of the 1889 dream right after the seal broke.

Dream tilts his head down to make eye contact, and Hob suddenly realizes that Dream is taller than him at the moment. “Does this place have any such attachment for you?”

Hob closes his eyes and imagines the place he’d like to go. Feels the tug of it, like a call home. “Yeah. Yeah it does.”

He feels cool fingers wrap around the hand that had still been pressed to his hip. Nearly opens his eyes, until he hears, “Hold the image of the place in your mind.” His hand is guided out until he feels those fingers wrapping his hand around a door knob that wasn’t there a moment ago. “Let the attachment be the thread to guide you to where you want to go.”

Holding tight to the image, Hob turns the knob and pulls on the door. When he opens his eyes, there before him is the New Inn. But it isn’t a version from any specific era, nor is it the one he’s trying to build back in the Waking, although it might be close.

Here, in this dream, it is more the concept of the place than an imagining of the real thing. The hopes, new and old, he’s poured into it. What it was and what he wants to it be again. His hands itch with the desire to pick up a hammer and attempt, perhaps in vain, to try and make it a reality.

Remembering he isn’t alone, Hob uses his free hand to indicate that Dream should enter first. “After you, dove.”

Dream pauses in the door way much the same way he had when he’d entered the New Inn in the Waking world. He looks back at Hob over his shoulder, briefly, eyes narrowed in scrutiny, before he turns back and passes through the door.

Hob follows behind him, coming to walk beside him as they enter the seating area. In the Waking, the New Inn would be full of tables and booths if it was this far along. Here, in this place that Hob has imagined just for the two of them, is just a single bar stool up against a more richly colored version of the real bar table.

“Feel free to take a seat, if you’d like.” Hob points over his shoulder to the double doors that should lead to the kitchen. “I shouldn’t be too long with the food.”

Dream eyes the seat for a moment, before he shakes his head. “I should like to come with you.”

Hob feels the phantom sensation of sweat down his neck. This is hardly the first time someone will have watched him cook before, but there’s a certain level of stakes here that he hasn’t felt since that one time he had the Queen over. Higher, even.

He covers it up with his usual bravado, offering a welcoming smile and a ‘follow me’ as he heads for the kitchen.

He hadn’t ever given any heavy thought to what he might make Dream if he ever had him over for dinner. Even if he had, food in the Dreaming was different than anything in the Waking world. In the Waking world, the quality of the ingredients and the skill of the chef determined the taste of the food.

In the Dreaming, food was more memory and emotion. To feed someone in the Dreaming was to share with them an experience and to pour it into being.

Hob had only shared a meal once with the Other Dream, but he hoarded that memory like a dragon hoards it’s most precious gold.

Doing this prods a little at that loss, but it feels like pressing on a bruise that will always be worth the hurt to have gained the experience.

Without it, he would never be able to do what he was doing now. To share this gift with any of the knowledge that give in the full impact of the thought that went into it.

It is with this in mind, that he lets the doubts fall away and gets to work. The kitchen, as it can only in a dream, has everything he needs. The dish itself is simple, but still something he’d feel comfortable feeding a king. He preps the venison with the curiosity he felt during their first meeting. Preps the vegetables with the trepidation he’d felt going into their second meeting. Spices the venison with the love he’d newly discovered going into their third meeting. The vegetables are sauteed with the light that was the remembrance that he had someone waiting for him going during their fourth meeting. Roasts the venison with the wonder he’d felt at the end of the their fifth meeting and the empathy he’d felt for the loneliness he’d felt himself during their sixth meeting.

Food finally cooked, he fashions a plate to serve it on, made of the faith, despite the fears, that they’d see each other again he’d felt going into what should have been their seventh meeting. The same faith that had carried him beyond it when it was missed, both the original and repeat time around.

Carefully lifting the plate, Hob turns to head back into the sitting area. Has to pause when he gets a look at the expression on his friend's face.

The Lord of Dreams and Nightmares stares back at him, the heat behind that gaze a supernova at the height of it’s explosion. He looks like he wants to crawl into Hob’s psyche and see what makes him tic. To preserve it for him to return to and gaze upon at his leisure.

Hob swallows feeling not unlike a pinned butterfly on display, carefully asks, “Dove? The food is ready.” Needlessly, he holds up the plate.

Dream blinks, with all the effort of a titan willing itself back into something small enough for something a human could perceive. Eyes the dish like a predator would prey.

What would you feed a creature that is beyond that of a god?

“Yes, let us see what you have come up to thank me.”

Hob wills himself not to allow his trepidation stop him now. He once shit talked Death and earned an eternity to enjoy life. He's not stupid enough to do anything like that again - not rudely, anyway - but it is that kind of courage he reacjes for, foolish as it is.

He just hopes that this doesn’t turn out to be foolish, as well.

Dream takes his seat on the stool, somehow looking like a king set at the head of a grand table rather than someone sat at a bar table. Hob lays down the dish in front of him. Once his hands are free, he turns to the shelves behind him and reaches for one of the bottles. Imagines it filled with the joy of drinking with a companion that knows him better than anyone in the world as he pours it into a glass he’s pulled up from beneath the bottles. Lastly, he lays out a pair of utensils.

Once finished, he steps back, hands trailing palm up along the table as he withdraws. “I present your meal, milord. Roasted venison and vegetables, served with a Bordeaux wine. I hope it is made to your liking.”

Dream decides to taste the venison first. The moment the meat hits his tongue, Hob watches as his eyes fall close with a flutter. Raw pleasure lights his face, subtle that it is, like Hob has rarely seen, and he can’t help but feel an answering, pleased flush of his own.

Dream does not do anything as undignified as inhale the food. He takes his time with savoring the food, the wine. Somehow leaves not a single trace of it behind when he is finished.

This might be the closest to sated Hob has ever seen Dream.

Hob very happily adds this memory to his treasure trove of moments to look at on a rainy day.

Food consumed, Dream picks up his glass of wine. Swirls it a bit, something heavy on his mind. When he looks up at Hob for the first time since starting the meal, his eyes are deep and terribly, terribly knowing.

This is hardly the first time Hob has bared himself to this impossible creature. It will likely not be the last.

He does not back down, but rather rises up and meets it.

“Why do you not call me by my name?”

Hob blinks at the seeming non-sequitur. Rolls with it and shrugs. “You haven’t given me permission to use it.”

Dream hums at him, recognizes the insolence and decides to find it amusing. “Having my love would not be the safest thing for you, Hob Gadling. To have it would be your ruin.”

Fog, briefly, skirts the floor of the New Inn before vanishing. Hob can almost taste the Chateau Laffite 1828 on his tongue.

And may each and every one of us give always the Devil his due.

It is far too late to be warned about what loving Dream of the Endless could mean for Hob Gadling. He is too far past the point of no return to worry about something as simple as being ruined.

He will claim, and even mean, that he spent those 106 years in Roderick Burgess’ basement because he wanted the world to keep spinning for the selfish reason of wanting to continue to live in it.

But that does not change the fact that he still took Dream’s place in what turned out to be the closest he has ever gotten to Hell on Earth because Hob was in love with him.

That he would do it again, no matter the cost.

“Some things are worth the danger, dove.” Hob stepped back up to the table, leaning forward until they were eye to eye. “You are worth it and I would say that every day if it would help you to believe it.”

Dream appears to be holding himself back with every ounce of his control. His emotionless façade long cracked down the center, laying bare the controlled urge to claim and possess. “Be sure, Hob Gadling. I may not let you go.”

Hob leans in, not away. They will talk about boundaries after Dream is convinced he is allowed to touch. “You may have me, dove. Now and as long as you will have me.”

Dream’s control finally snaps as he near springs up from his chair. Hob barely has time to register the hand reaching around his head and tangling in his hair, before he is pulled into a kiss that borders on desperate. He sinks into it, melting into that mouth that steals his breathe from him and leaves him thanking it for him. He can still taste hints of the wine and meal as he chases that clever, sharp tongue.

Dream pulls away, as if belatedly remembering that Hob is human and it is human habit to breathe, even in dreams. Licks his lips as if Hob has a taste and he wishes to savor it.

Hob watches the flash of pink like a parched man would water in the desert.

“You may use my name.” The Dream Lord’s fingers loosen their grip on his hair. His touch becoming a caress along Hob’s check as he begins to pull his hand away.

Hob, feeling brave, catches his arm and presses his lips to that wrist were a pulse might have been were this being anything as simple as human. “Thank you, Dream.” Whispers the name against the skin beneath his lips like a prayer.

He feels the shiver as well as sees it this time. Reluctantly releases his grip when Dream pulls away.

“Thank you for the meal, Hob Gadling. Your gratitude has been received.” He stands in one smooth motion, more graceful here in his domain than he ever is in Waking. “I will see you again, soon.”

With a wave of his hand, Dream sends Hob back to the Waking world.

Hob opens his eyes to the ceiling of his bedroom. His ankle, true to prediction, is a soft ache that will be gone by the end of the day, if he is careful.

For the next hour before his alarm goes off, Hob lays there as for the first time since he met the Herald of Destruction on that ordinary day in 2189, he feels the unintended consequences of his choice - and the wish behind it - fully sink in.

There is no possible ruin that could come from bearing Dream’s love that will compare to the pain of outliving him when Hob inevitably loses him.

He had thought he knew what he was getting into when he decided to marry Eleanor and father children with her. It had nearly destroyed him when he vastly underestimated how terrible it was to lose someone you loved with all you had.

Yet he knows, just as he did with Eleanor, Robyn, and his unborn daughter, he will weather this pain because getting his heart broken will have been worth the happiness, however short it lasts.

He had survived her death and the death of their children. Eventually.

He had survived Dream’s death, the first time.

He can only pray he will survive it a second time.

Interlude: 1989

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missbluechicken · 7 months

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It’s Long Overdue

Sebastian x fem farmer

Content : Love Confession, sfw

Word count : 737

I have an interest in writing a book so this is me practicing my skill, you can leave advices on what do you like, where could I improve too. But please be civil, thank you. ENJOY🌙

She sits across the room from him, looking at him doing his work on the computer. She never thought he was the type of guy she would befriend. But they are actually more similar than she thought, they both like fantasy books and games.

Friend is an interesting word to use to describe them. They normally hang out in a group with Sam and Abby, especially when they have band practice. Sometimes Sam would let her play his guitar.

Underline sometime with a red marker, really, sometime. But understandable, she wouldn't want people to play her guitar too if she had one.

Not until lately that she and Seb start hanging out alone. It starts when she comes back from mining and sees him beside the lake smoking so she says hi to him. He said he likes to be alone in his thoughts, but he wouldn't mind some company, so she sticks around.

And it develops into hanging out in his room together.

"It's kinda late." She said, looking at the clock on the desk. "I need to wake up early tomorrow. I think I should go."

"Oh, Okay. I forgot some people wake up when the sun rises sometime." He said with a playful tone.

Why did she say 'Friend' is an interesting word to use?

Because they both have feelings for each other, well at least her. But Sebastian isn't the one who could keep feeling very well, behind that melancholia layer is a guy who really has a sensitive soul.

Longing glances, however good he thinks he hid it wasn't good enough.

Every game the group plays, every hang-out, an invitation would always be extended to the farmer. Not once do these eyes stop scanning around for the sight of the farmer.

It took only a while that the group to catch on to their feelings and start teasing them. She herself gets so clingy on him. If there is a void egg lying around, he's the one who gets it first.

So it wasn’t so hard to pick it up.

They both kinda know what's going on, but no one makes the first move.

He probably didn’t because he was scared she would reject him, what if it's all in his head? What if she is just nice?

He couldn't risk doing it and making things awkward, so he didn't. He doesn't want to lose her.

And her? Because she is scared too, her relationship history isn't the best. She has too many relationships that she feels a lot more than her partner, trying too hard, too many.

Sebastian doesn't show a lot of emotion, and that could be interpreted as lack of it. She knows deep down it wasn't true, but her insecurity and anxiety is holding her back.

But today is not the day, it's long overdue. Will they, won't they trope, could be cute for so long.

She is willing to risk it again, willing to let herself feel emotion, risking her heart break, risking saying goodbye if need to.

If the bet is to be with him, love him in the way that just a friend can't, touch him, to be with him.

"Seb"

"Yes?" He looks in her eyes, and that makes her stomach feel like it has more butterflies than it already is.

"I like you... more than friends." She struggles to make her feelings clear. "I think I’m in love with you."

It's out. He looks at her in shock, his expression hasn't changed much, but she could tell he's shocked.

Sebastian couldn’t believe what he heard, that monster inside him kept telling him it never gonna happen. But right now it did. The monster is gone, got shadowed by that simple sentence.

Then he smiles, a smile that can lighten up the whole world. "I think I feel the same, you don't know how many times I dream of this moment."

She let out a breath, she was relieved. She walks toward his chair and hugs him, resting her head on his head. He held her waist and rested his head on it, she could feel him smile.

It felt so good, it was warm. It feel so comfortable.

But at the same time her heart was still racing so fast she was scared she would have a heart attack. But fuck it, dying in this emo boy's arm does not sound bad at all.

#stardew valley #stardew valley fanfic #sdv sebastian #stardew valley sebastian #sdv fanfic #sdv farmer #stardew farmer

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yogoodfella · 10 months

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ARC-V Month Day 8: The Regular- ah, Standard Show

@arcvmonth

This one's gonna be shorter than usual, doubt I will even send it on Ao3. You can consider it still related to A Blossoming Legato, but not by much.

Anyway, here's...

Saltando of Swapping

Featuring: All kinds of Standard Characters, but mainly You Show ones.

Comments and Criticisms are appreciated as always!

It was an average day at the You Show Duel School, which ended on some talk about Action Card collections in each Action Field, in a way knowing in advance which types of Action Cards or Traps one might expect. It was fairly boring for the active spirits of the You Show students, but needed after indoor exercises of catching Cards with their mouths. However, a certain surprise appearance livened up this classroom. Yusho Sakaki, still with a cane to hold himself with but less weary, had appeared in front of the students and beside Shuzo via magic tricks from Solid Vision, and brought an important announcement with him.

“An event will be held all over Maiami City! The “Maiami Action Mashup!”

“Maiami Action… Mashup?” Shuzo responded amidst the confusion, telling that not even he was in the know of what Yusho announced, and was about to explain.

“Exactly! This event will be a huge exchange program for all schools in Maiami City! It’s no secret that I was away for these past years… And it’s obvious that all the Schools, and their forms of Action Dueling, have grown immensely! So why not instill exchanges from ALL the Schools? You of the You Show School, as well as the others, will get to experience all kinds of Action Duels and what they bring to the table!”

“Honestly, this sounds fantastic!” Yuzu was the first to respond, and was quite enthusiastic.

“I didn’t see much potential in most, honestly… But it would be fun to see how they’ve improved!” Sora was next to talk, not without receiving some light backlash.

“Oh come on! It’s all for fun!” Tatsuya admonished Sora lightly.

“We’ll get to meet so many, I’m so excited!” Ayu gushed.

“Seeing all the styles gives me shivers! Especially with what we’ve seen at the Maiami Championship!” Futoshi added, and Yuya was the last to talk.

“This is great, Dad! But… Is this your idea? Are you up to it? You’re still recovering…”

“Ah, soon enough I’ll just have to swing into action again after so long, Yuya!” Yusho charmingly responded. “But now… I want to see what Maiami City really has to offer first! After all that happened led to the cancellation of the Junior Youth division… Miami just needs some Action to recover too! Don’t you agree?”

“Absolutely, Dad!” Yuya pumped his fist, goaded by Yusho’s words. “And we of You Show will show them the best Entertainment Dueling!”

“Hmm… How about we try to learn more with it?” Yuzu proposed. “After all, You Show is about being one with your Monsters, right? I think that can apply with the other Schools somewhat. I could probably learn something neat at the Duelie Club, for example!”

“Both of your approaches are more than valid! After all, it’s called “exchange” for a reason, right?” Yusho approached the comments warmly, and Shuzo brought some fire of his own.

“Awesome idea, Yusho! This’ll put fire in everyone’s hearts! And we definitely need to reignite Maiami City as the City of Action Dueling!”

“Well said, old friend!” Yusho then asked: “Now… Are you ready for the Maiami Action Mashup!?”

Yusho’s proposal was caught with a roar by everyone, and they all were to prepare for the incoming days of this exchange program. While everyone else had gone home, Yuzu decided to help her Dad out, saluting all her friends for a bright tomorrow.

“So, Dad… You didn’t know about this?”

“Nope. But he must have been in accordance with Reiji Akaba to get such an idea out. It will surely be exciting!”

“I think so too!” Yuzu then pulled out her Deck with a smile.

“You’re calling your friend, aren’t you?” Her Dad asked, and the pinkette responded.

“Oh yeah! I’ll talk to her while I’m cleaning the corridors. You’ll go to the office, after all.”

“I’m sure she’ll enjoy this too!”

After two taps on the Card, indeed Bloom Diva came back to Yuzu.

“Good evening! How was today’s class?”

“Fairly normal, Bloom Diva… Except for the ending!”

And with that, Bloom Diva came to know of the Maiami Action Mashup. This has greatly interested her as well, and neither could wait to see what the event days will bring…

And indeed, they brought many, many things. Many visits, many encounters, new and old, and many styles to follow, for all kinds of scenarios.

…

First off, Yuya and Yuzu threaded familiar ground by uniting with their friend Gongenzaka at his father’s dojo. As kind of a basics lesson, the students meditated on the ground, under the guidance of Mr. Gongenzaka himself.

“Meditation is essential in non-action. No thoughts in your mind means no thoughts come to your muscles, telling them to move! This is pure discipline, and no instinct!”

Gongenzaka, being a natural, stood with firmness and fortitude in complete silence… And Big Benkei followed him in kind. His father was naturally impressed, but hadn’t much to say. He was more focused on his friends. First Yuzu, who stood on her knees in complete peace, putting her hands over them, and Bloom Diva followed her, only the knees came to the edge of her platform.

“Hm… Nice form, Hiiragi Yuzu. And nice balance, Miss… Bloom Diva… But the stances need more firmness, to not be shaken off easily!” Mr. Gongenzaka, after saying that, went to Yuya… Who tried to do the same as his peers, but his legs were shaking after a while, and he almost lost his balance and slipped on his side, only to have Odd-Eyes catch his fall and put him back into position. He… Also struggled to meditate, but not as hard.

“Your friendship and trust does compensate for the lack of stability.” After that, Mr. Gongenzaka went off as Yuya almost slipped another time, maybe due to the criticisms.

…

Meanwhile, the Fishing Duelist and Maiami Championship participant Teppei Tairobata was hosting a lesson of his own in the Blue Sea Duel School, having graduated from there, and was about to do a demonstration in a Yacht Action Field surrounded by sea.

“To catch the biggest haul, first you need the technique to catch any haul! Slow and steady, with great patience, you’ll get even the toughest, meanest creatures out there! Now, with the right technique, and stroke… HAAH!”

And from the Solid Vision water, a familiar fishie to You Show popped right out of the water and jumped to Teppei, who destroyed the hook and showed the fish triumphantly, that being a smiling Aquaactress Guppy.

“Treasure any opportunity, any chance you get! Smaller encounters won’t drag you down, they will only build up for the big haul!” And then, he tossed Guppy to the sea while casting his lure once more, to soon find a much heavier haul to pull up. Incredibly excited, he gave it his all to finally pull out… A weird hunk of metal with orbs and lines, greatly angering him off.

“Ok, whoever did this… THIS ISN’T FUNNY!”

But it was very funny for Ayu and Reira, who greatly enjoyed pulling the prank, albeit Reira was much more shy about it.

…

Gongenzaka himself then went to another Dojo which few dared to enter: the Ryozanpaku School, which teaches his students to win by any means necessary. Here, Big Benkei and Idaten the Conqueror star were having a sparring match, alongside Gongenzaka and Kachidoki, who fought separately. This was actually somewhat organized, however, as no dirty tricks were pulled. The martial artist simply used his technique to spar, and while he went fairly hard, Gongenzaka was an iron wall, and thus incredibly hard to bring down. No low blows, sweeps or any tricks from the Ryozanpaku prodigy, just a surprisingly clean sparring match which ended in Gongenzaka pushing Kachidoki fiercely away without ever truly hitting him, and Big Benkei doing the same to Idaten. After that, they both would share a bow between themselves, as well as Mr. Ryozanpaku. Despite all that happened, and all that reputation, no grudges were held anywhere. It was simply a clean, decided match which led to Kachidoki simply training differently.

…

Yuzu decided to visit the Cuisine Duel School next, and dueled with its representative and top student, Michio Mokota, who she didn’t know much besides him being that boy Yoko gushed over that one time. She had Summoned Canon as a certain Royal Cookpal, Prince Curry, was waiting for her.

“Well, I guess I can show off a real appetizer!” Michiyo proudly declared. “I activate Prince Curry’s effect!”

That effect was created by the Cookpal, essentially a giant bowl of curry with a plate of rice, serving one of these plates to Canon herself.

“Hm… I can’t help but feel something’s up with this, but whatever.” She then started eating the curry somewhat delicately. “Hey, this isn’t half bad!”

“Oh no, Yuzu!” Tatsuya yelled as Yuzu was fairly confused by this scenario. “You have to stop it somehow! Its effect will make Canon eat too much and grow big and be destroyed!”

Yuzu and Bloom Diva were horrified by the prospect, as Tatsuya indicated that by widely opening his arms, meaning that Canon could grow that much. As a mountain of curry with rice was in front of the Masked Diva, she too grew disgusted.

“No.”

And in protest for such a fate, Canon simply splatted the plate of curry she had on her face to destroy herself, much to the bafflement of all watching, including Bloom Diva.

“I… Believe that was for the best. Yet, what a bust…”

…

Sora was in the Knights of Duels School, in an Action Field that depicted a medieval castle siege in which many Duelists were fighting. He fought against a golden plated student known as Chalac, and had soundly beaten him thanks to his Frightfur Tiger’s effect devastating his Field. Unimpressed, Sora found three other Knights jump on him.

“Tch… You guys are annoying.”

“I agree! It’s time for some payback!” A certain brunette who seemed to have beef with these people joined him, Lady Brilliant Diamond and Lady Rose Diamond, as well as other Gem-knights under their command, accompanied her.

“Masumi?” Sora asked. “What do you even mean by payback?”

“I’ll just say these guys were a pain in the neck against our friend Kurosaki.” The brunette responded. “So I’ll help you for the time being, since you at least made amends. But after this, we’re dueling!”

Sora swapped his usual green sucker for a blue one and became excited at the prospect.

“I’m sure it’ll be more fun than fighting them!”

…

Yuzu was one to explore a lot, leading to her eventually meeting Mikiyo at the Duelie Club’s main hall, and the Melodious all sang perfectly to complement the lively songs that were kings at the Idol Duelist’s school. Her Wingweaver joined in the singing, while two Freyas, Spirits of Victory, were rhythmically cheering them all on, synchronizing with Tamtam’s beat.

“AAH! THIS IS SO PERFECT!” Mikiyo gushed upon hearing of the work both her and Yuzu’s Monsters created. “They’re all so in sync, and look at the crowd! They’re all ecstatic!”

“We both want to appease our fans, right?” Yuzu winked, clearly full of energy. “So we’re united in that! And unity creates harmony for even greater songs!”

“And better songs are the key for more pumped up fans!” Mikiyo then waved at the crowd enthusiastically. “EVERYONE! NOW WE’LL DAZZLE YOU WITH OUR SHOW-STOPPING FINALE!”

…

“What the future will bring to you… Is smiles and good friends!” Yuya attempted to perform some divination rituals of his own at the Unno Divination School. While they were fairly basic, he had quite his way with Cards, especially ones that can bring happiness. He showed the divination to Unno Naruko, the principal, and she was somewhat interested.

“Divination is an art that few can truly possess… It is clear that your specialty is not to predict brighter futures… But create them. This… I foresee in you.” The principal indicated a certain Card that Yuya went to inspect closer, all while someone must have jumped behind him as there was a loud crash shortly after, which the boy didn’t notice.

“I… Create bright futures? Wait, am I no longer cursed?”

“You are right, Yuya.” Unno responded. “The darkness of the past that weighed you is gone… Or perhaps has changed. Perhaps it has turned into an opportunity that you must seize…

…

But it all had to end at You Show School, with a great number conducted from Yusho, Yuya, Shuzo, and Yuzu all together as all the spectators watched and learned. This was more than a performance for them all, this was all a festival. A festival of Action Dueling that is looking to be more thriving than ever. A festival that would return people’s smiles and brighten their futures after the war that weighed even the relatively safe Standard Dimension.

All that enriched the journey, and all that enriched the Dimensions, it came from Standard. The Action Duels, the Solid Vision, and everything they brought, good or bad, had come from there to the other Dimensions in one way or another. Standard proved ultimately fundamental to the other Dimensions, as Effect Monsters proved fundamental to all Extra Deck strategies. And as such, it was only fitting for Yusho to initiate this Maiami City Mashup. Because ultimately, that’s what all of Standard is about.

Standard IS Action Duels.

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