#& the way Blanche looks at her … that quick up & down taking in her smile I just !!!!!!!!!! WOW !!!!

[eeblouissant]

agh agh okay … i know I’m supposed to be on a break (and I have been! And enjoying it at that) but this little moment !!!!! I needed somewhere to scream about it quick because !!!!!!!!!! Do !!!! You see!!!!!! Dorothy’s face !!!!!!!!!!!

[1800-fight-me]

Hiiiiiiii. :)

First I love love love your fics.

You’re awesome.

Secondly you have a fic called duty and honor or something like that, where Aemond goes to war and his little wife is pregnant.

In it Aegon makes comments to her that she doesn’t like. I was wondering if you would write a continuation fic where now Aemond is back he over hears his brother and becomes all protective knowing this has been happening all the time he was away as well.

Just love protective pissed off In love Aemond and the way you write him, makes a girl swoon :) 🌹

Of Retribution & Desire

Aemond Targaryen x Female!Reader

Rating: M (Mature) (as always - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT)

Warnings: Violence, reader is a couple weeks postpartum, Aemond being protective

Word count: About 1.3k

Synopsis: Your husband defends your honor and protects you from the hateful words of his brother.

Author’s note: This ask is from the summer of last year lmao my bad,,, I've been going through it lately but hopefully this fic was worth the wait and still makes you swoon! Thanks for the love and support! Hopefully this is also the start of me being more involved in writing and the fandom again! This is part three of my first ever Aemond fic!!

Part one - Of Duty and Honor

Part two - Of War and Longing

I do not have a taglist! Instead if you would like to be notified when I post new fics follow my side blog @jo-writes-fanfic and turn your post notifications on!

Aemond Masterlist

“It certainly appears to be true that childbirth takes away a woman’s beauty,” Aegon practically sneered at you as he looked up and down your body. 

It was merely two weeks after you gave birth to Aemond’s daughter and your emotions were all over the place. 

His words filled you with such anger and self consciousness that your body could not hold in the emotions. 

Most embarrassingly, your eyes filled with tears. You were aghast at your reaction. Though Aegon often frustrated you, you certainly did not care enough about his opinion on your appearance for his words to cut so deep. 

Though if you were honest with yourself, you were already uncomfortable with your appearance today and wished you could have avoided today’s gathering. Though Aemond had assured you that you looked lovely, it was obvious to you, despite your lady’s maid’s best efforts, that you were exhausted. You felt uncomfortable in your own skin, your body went through massive changes and had not had the time and chance to adjust back. 

So there, in front of Aegon and the rest of your in-laws, you began to cry. 

Damn these uncontrollable emotions that came on so strongly after giving birth. 

You wanted to run and hide, and turned to do just that when Aemond walked in the room. 

His brow knitted in concern and his footsteps quickened as soon as he saw you. 

He was at your side and pulled you into his larger frame as he looked down at you. 

“What is wrong?” He asked, his voice tight. His gaze was on you before his eye darted around the room scanning it for danger or anything that could have caused your distraught state. 

You pursed your lips, afraid to speak for fear of more embarrassing tears flowing. 

“Who did this to you?” he asked, his voice dark with the promise of violence.

You really didn’t want to be the cause of another fight between him and his brother. 

“Aegon was being vile,” Heleana spoke up. 

You looked back at her in surprise that she would speak up, stand up for you. 

Aemond looked over your head at his brother and his eye narrowed. 

“What did you say to my wife,” he practically growled. 

Aegon visibly blanched and as quick as that your mood changed. You held back a smile. You were eager to see Aegon finally receive consequences for all the horrible things he’d said to you throughout your pregnancy when Aemond was off winning his war. 

“N-nothing,” he said and you scoffed and rolled your eyes. 

Aemond glanced down at you. He could’ve asked you but it was clear he wanted to make his brother sweat, make him admit to hurting you. 

He glared at Aegon who chose to glare back. 

Alicent let out a long suffering sigh and explained to Aemond what had been said. 

“That’s not the only thing he’s said too, right?” Heleana asked, her voice sweet and innocent. It amused you that she continued to push the issue, trying to get her husband in trouble. 

A horrible thought clanged through you that every vile comment he’d made to you, at least you had Aemond’s protection. Maybe it was worse for her. And maybe getting Aemond to punish Aegon for how he treated you was a safe way for her to get retribution as well. 

So you met her eyes, took a deep breath, set your jaw, and turned back to your husband. You told him every awful thing you could remember that Aegon said to you those eight months that Aemond was gone. 

You ignored Aegon, looking only at your husband as you spoke. 

As you finished, the tension in the room was thick, and it became so quiet, quiet enough that you could hear Aegon take a step back. 

Aemond took a deep calming breath, gently brushed you aside, then lunged towards his brother. 

“Aemond!” Alicent yelled in protest. 

“Aemond,” you murmured, a weak attempt to dissuade him, your heart not truly in it as you protested along with her. 

You took another step back, your body still weak from giving birth, not having any interest in getting involved in a physical fight, and watched as your husband punched his brother in the face to defend your honor. 

He looked like an avenging angel, you thought, as his white hair flew around, his upper lip curled into a snarl, and the look in his eye promised pain. 

You wondered at it, the smooth grace with which he attacked, it caused your heart to pound, and you knew it was not from fear. 

He really only got two good hits in before the King’s Guards intervened and pulled him away. But it was glorious to behold. 

His assault was so quick and vicious, Aegon didn’t even have a chance to fight back. 

Alicent was distraught, but Heleana sidled up beside you and gave you a small smile which you returned. 

The fact of the matter was, you were incredibly turned on. Uncomfortably turned on as you watched Aemond be violent to defend your honor. 

You were ready to drag him to your rooms and make another baby, but then your aching body reminded you that you were in no shape to do any such thing. 

Aemond yanked himself out of the grip of one of the guards and strode to you. 

He tilted your face up with a finger beneath your chin so your gaze would meet his own that was filled with fire. And smirked at the desire in your eyes. 

He pressed a brief but firm kiss to your wanting lips, you heard Aegon yelling something but ignored him completely. 

You slipped your hand into Aemond’s, his knuckles a little bloody, and tugged on him slightly, leading him out and away from the chaos. 

As you exited the room you gripped his tunic, and he backed you against the wall. 

He placed his hands against the wall on either side of your head, caging you in, and with the heat - the fire - between the two of you, there was nothing you could do but rise up on your tiptoes and press your lips to his. 

And these past weeks with your daughter, the nine months before that as you carried her, had been amazing, one of the most joyful experiences of your life. But, you were not only her mother, you were also Aemond’s wife. 

And he reminded you of that, reminded you that you are his wife and he desires you, as he kissed you back, kissed you hard, kissed you in a way that made your toes curl. 

This was not the sweet, short, gentle way he had kissed you since she was born, no. This was your dragon filling you with his fire again. 

His lips moved against yours, opening you up so his tongue could sweep against your own. 

His hand left the wall to grip your waist, and self consciousness at your changed body flared up, but was soon smothered by his desire as he pushed his body closer to yours, pushed you further against the wall, pressed against him completely. 

He groaned into your mouth and you nipped at his bottom lip in response. Finally, your body sang, like you were shaken awake by the heat. 

You whimpered against his lips, and his tongue danced with yours in response. 

Your body throbbed with desire… and then pain that reminded you that although your spirit felt ready to be joined with your husband in carnal desire again, your body certainly was not. 

You pulled back, your breathing hard, and he smiled softly as he beheld you. His hand grazed up from your waist, slowly and gently, until he cupped your cheek. 

“I can’t-“ you tried to explain, but he shook his head, understanding in his gaze.

“I know,” he murmured. 

He kissed you again, this time gentle and slow, filled with care and affection rather than heat and desire. 

He pulled back and rested his forehead against yours. 

“I love you,” you said sweetly. 

He chuckled and said, “I love you too, little wife. Let’s go hold our daughter before that look in your eyes convinces me to fill you with another.” 

You giggled and took his hand and allowed your prince, your defender, your husband to lead you to your daughter. 

[imagining-in-the-margins]

Oral Presentation (S.R.)

Summary: Spencer teaches Reader what to do when she’s on her knees. Request: reader giving spence head for the first time? and she’s worried she’s not doing it right but he’s obviously enjoying it? Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Smut (NSFW, 18+) Content Warning: Oral sex (male receiving) Word Count: 1.2k

MASTERLIST

If you could choose to do one thing for the rest of your life, you’re pretty sure it would involve Spencer Reid.

Despite the fact you’d only been dating for a few weeks, you felt as though you’d known him a lifetime. You’d even joked with him that the reason you were so woefully unpracticed with all aspects of dating was because you’d been waiting to find him.

Now that you’d found him, however, that lack of experience had caught up to you. On a simple date night where you had teased a little bit too hard, the fear of sexual inadequacy seemed almost unbearable.

Despite your fervent insistence that you wanted to try something new, Spencer could tell you were more nervous than usual. Your seat on his lap made him even more acutely aware of the way you trembled. He tried to calm you with gentle hands up and down your legs, but even that seemed to unnerve you further.

“What’s holding you back, sweetheart?” he whispers so sweetly it makes you shiver.

Your mind is so distracted by the imposing heat and hardness underneath you that you struggle to answer. Your eyes are bouncing between the collar of his shirt and pretty peach lips begging to be kissed.

You can’t look him in the eyes because you know he’ll know the truth.

That’s exactly why he places a gentle hand beneath your chin and makes you do it, anyway.

“I’m nervous you aren’t going to like it,” you blurt out.  

“Trust me, I will.”

To ease your ache, he kisses you. The rough scruff of his face is the most intoxicating contrast to the softness of his lips.

You sigh, and he smiles.

“I’ll help you, I promise.”

Before you can protest, his legs start to shift open beneath you. Spencer holds you down gently to prolong the erection straining against his pants. He can feel the twitching of your heat through the layers, and it makes his voice become even darker as he issues a simple order.

“Get on your knees.”

Your body moves without further prompting. Your mind is both filled to the brim and silent at the same time.

While you settle into your new position, Spencer is quick to pull himself free from fabric confines. He groans with relief, quickly to be followed by another moan when you wrap both hands around his dick.

It takes very little thought to conclude that it would not fit easily.

But all Spencer cares about is the way it feels when your hands start to move.

“Good girl, keep going,” he whispers breathlessly, “Just use your tongue when you’re ready.”

The instruction is vague, so you wait for his eyes to open and focus on you again before you proceed.

Only then do you lean forward and ask, “Like this?”

With a flat tongue, you draw a line from base to tip. The skin feels even softer than you imagined.

Spencer grips the edge of the couch hard enough to blanch his knuckles.

You almost wish his fingers were wrapped around your hair, instead.

“Fuck,” he answers after you try again, “Yes, yes, that’s it.”

There is a dreamlike quality to each word, each utterance of assurance between groans and whimpers makes you even more excited.

You keep going, maneuvering with hands and mouth to make sure that you covered as much as you could. Then, without waiting for further instruction, you wrap your lips around the head of his dick.

Your fantasy comes to life just as quickly. Spencer’s hand jumps up to tangle in your hair without hesitation. There is a brief tug of pressure that coincides with a sharp gasp of breath.

“Such a quick learner,” he slurs through the new sensation.

You want him to keep going, so your tongue starts to circle the soft curves of him. It seems so perfectly shaped to slide down your tongue that you are tempted to continue.

“So eager to please the teacher,” he hums.

For a moment, you think he might guide you by your hair. But to your dismay, he releases his hold. Any disappointment is soothed soon thereafter when he begins stroking your hair.

He is so gentle, so patient, so loving as he waits for you to discover your own limits.

But he watches you like something sinister. You can feel it even when it’s hard to look him in the eyes. You can feel how his muscles twitch and shake with restraint.

He wants it to be your decision to try to take all of him.

You do—try. You only make it a few inches, however, before your throat quivers and you choke on the once welcome intrusion.

Spencer pulls you off in one smooth motion.

“Sorry,” you sputter out with a cough.

“Don’t apologize,” he says.

It isn’t until you look at him that you realize the true extent of pleasure that he’d derived from watching you choke. His fingers twitch around your hair and his lips fight a devilish smirk.

“You don’t need to go down so far,” he assures you, anyway.

He uses his free hand to guide yours to the tip once more. He shudders at how easily your fingers slide over slick skin.

“This is the most sensitive part,” he explains, “Your hands are fine for the rest of it.”

“A-Are you sure?”

“Positive,” he answers. Without further instruction, he uses his grip on your hair to bring your face to his lap once more.

There is no hesitation this time. You return to your attempts, armed with the knowledge that your first try had been the best one.

Using both your hands and your mouth, you move just enough to remind him how cold the world felt compared to you. You let yourself go longer, slower, faster, harder. The spit gathered around your lips and began to drip down to eager fingers.

Spencer couldn’t contain his appreciation any easier than you could. The beautiful sounds became louder and more plentiful, and, soon enough, they were joined with small motion from his hips.

His hand in your hair also became more commanding. You start to notice the growing resistance with each movement until he is moving you on his own.

“You feel so fucking good, baby,” he groans just as tears start gathering in your eyes.

He looks down at you and his hips buck forward at the sight.

“I’m so close, I’m so…”

You try to keep up, to hold on a little bit longer to grant him release. You are hardly prepared for the sensations you expect to follow, but you are willing to try.

Spencer doesn’t leave it up to you, though. Instead, he pulls you off at the very last second. His hand joins yours and continues with feverish strokes until he finally comes undone.

The warm, sticky liquid splatters across your mostly exposed chest. Each drop came as a shock.

Spencer seemed to take pride in that, too. He watched with rapt fascination each time your swollen lips sucked in a breath that shook your chest.

Once he was spent, he used both hands to keep you close until he was cognizant enough to place a chaste kiss against your forehead.

“Did I do alright?” you ask immediately.

“Yes,” he answers. But before you can celebrate, he continues, “but we should do it again to be sure.”

Your heart drops at the implication. You almost start to apologize.

But then he forces you to look at the devilish smirk creeping over his face before he teases, “Practice makes perfect, after all.”

(Tell me what you thought about this fic here!)

Looking for more to read? Check out my Masterlist here!

Reid Taglist (Everything Reid): @mrs-dr-reid , @dreatine , @hopefulfangirl24 , @laurakirsten0502 , @dontcallmekittens , @rintheemolion , @andreasworlsboring101 , @imsuperawkward , @wentz2005 , @lovejules888 , @dashneydanger , @materialisthicc , @violetspoetic , @mslowlife

Complete Taglist (All Works): @cynbx , @emsma11 , @mediocre-writer , @fightingdragonswithwho , @andiebeaword , @jayyeahthatsme 

[deathmetalunicorn1]

May i please request the gods finding out that Aphrodite had a daughter that they were all unaware of. Much like her mother reader is very beautiful but is also incredibly kind. She was born with angel wings and can heal people by kissing them. Also may she be in a relationship with either Buddha or Thor?

-Your mother was quite protective of you, mainly because you were her precious daughter and you were so much like her, stunningly beautiful and you were like the sun, bright and warm.

-Not many knew about you, as your mother didn’t want you around others, especially the type of men she knew, being one of the more well-known goddesses- she didn’t want you to be treated the way she was sometimes, at least until she put them in their place.

-You didn’t mind, as you enjoyed yourself in your mother’s massive gardens, enjoying the beautiful flowers, flying around with your fluffy white wings, and just having fun.

-Despite not having many friends, you were content, you were happy with those that you did know, who all were rather protective of you as well, mainly because they didn’t want Aphrodite to get upset, as she could be quite vengeful when she wanted to be.

-It was one of the rare occasions that you got to go to a massive banquet with your mother, meeting other gods and meeting several human warriors as well.

-Your mother trusted you; she knew that you could take care of yourself, you were a goddess of healing after all, you could handle anything thrown at you, but who would want to- you’re adorable and so full of life and love!

-Many were quick to pay attention to you when you entered with your mother, a small smile on your face, your wings behind you as you looked around, seeing the lovely decorations, all the people, and the dessert table which you were quick to make a bee-line too, something that made your mother smile, you were just like her after all.

-It was only about ten minutes later when Aphrodite’s mama senses were tingling and she looked around for you, sensing something was wrong.

-She found you still by the dessert table, but sitting on one of Thor’s arms, as he was glaring down to a minor god, one that you had met a while ago, who was very pushy and arrogant, and you’ve rejected him more than once.

-Aphrodite was quick to see what had happened, this upstart tried to approach you again, and when you rejected him, he got loud, as he was shouting up at you to call off your dog, thinking that Thor was just a servant of yours, not realizing who he was, and Thor rescued you, pulling you into his arms.

-Thor was yours, in a sense, but he was not your servant, he was your lover, as he had found you several years ago, and the two of you were very much in love, but not many knew as you both were rather private about it.

-Thor didn’t take kindly to this rude worm of a god talking to you in such a way and the moment he got loud with you, and you took a step back in fear, that’s when Thor came to your rescue and once you were sitting on his arm, you instantly calmed, as you were still munching on the various desserts.

-Aphrodite approached, showing her rare intimidating side, “May I ask- why are you yelling at my daughter and Lord Thor?” the god turned to your mother, hearing her voice, hoping that she would make you go with him, but he instantly blanched, “Lord Thor?”

-You giggled softly, motioning to Thor with a hand, “Yes, this is my lover, Thor of the Norse Pantheon, perhaps you’ve heard of him.”

-Thor smiled softly, hearing your tease as did your mother as his knees started to knock together, realizing just who he had been speaking so rudely towards. Aphrodite then smiled sweetly, “You and I need to have a talk about manners, young man.”

-You almost felt bad for him as your mother gave Thor a small look, silently telling him to take you away and he walked off with you, accepting the macaron you held up to his lips, chewing it quietly, “It’s sweet.” You smiled warmly, wrapping your arms around his neck, “Just like you!”

-He chuckled quietly, walking towards a quieter area as everyone was gawking, wondering how Thor got a literal angel like you!!

[queen-of-reptiles]

𝙿𝙰𝙶𝙴𝚂

description: Lauren runs through the same park everyday, at the same time everyday, but when she is an hour later one day, she finds her routine changing, so she can get one more look at the beauty hidden amongst pages of notes.

°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。

lauren hemp x female reader

disclaimer: this is all fiction! Do not take any of this seriously

warnings: so much fluff omg, so much fluff, fluffffff

°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。

°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。

y/n just posted

liked by, y/f/n1, y/f/n2, and 388 others

y/n man fuck whoever told me to study law 🤓

view 103 comments

y/f/n1: girl ik, I've just eaten a tub of ice cream, cried and banged out an essay on civil justice in the 80's. 😝

^

y/n: lmao loved the add on of cried 😌

^

y/f/n1: felt like it was needed ☺️

y/f/n2: I don't get how you make everything look so aesthetic??? 😩😩

^

y/n: because I am deffo failing this course so might as well make it look good ! 💙

^

y/f/n3: Didn't you get an A in our last test? 🤨

^

y/f/n4: I am a drama kid, and even I know she's fucking dramatic 😭

^

y/f/n3: Such a drama queen this one!

^

y/n: I hate both of you stfu 🙄

y/bff/n: That's my best friend, she real bad bitch, she don't got no money, cause at law she's shit... 😏

^

y/n: how long did that take you? 🤨

^

y/bff/n: too long honestly...

^

y/n: 😭😭

see more comments...

°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。

Lauren was running an hour later than usual, they had quite an exhausting game yesterday, so on her day off, she usually slept in until half eight ad was running in the park by nine.

Today it was ten am, and as Lauren jogged through, music pushing her through, she paused in shock. The most beautiful girl she had ever seen was lying on a picnic blanket, basking in the warm summer sun.

Rings littered her thin fingers, as well as several necklaces which hung from her neck and over the notebook she was writing in. Jeans and a sweet flowery top covered her, the mom jeans hanging on her body.

She had wired headphones in, which Lauren found odd, but the girl didn't seem to notice her as she stared, too focused on writing whatever she was writing.

Lauren briefly though about going over, but then she realised she was messy haired, red faced, and sweaty and thought better of it. So instead, she jogged on.

But suddenly Lauren found herself changing her routine, and every day off she had, which changed, she went to the park at 10am, and every time, other than Thursdays and Tuesdays, the girl was there, buried in pages.

°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。

lauren_hemp just posted on her close friends story

°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。

lauren_hemp just posted on her close friends story

°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。

y/n just posted on her story

°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。

After Lauren's complete fail, the next day off they had, Chloe, Alex and Jill came with her to the park, the four in relaxed outfits and hoping to sit and relax together, as well as help Lauren with this painful crush.

As they got there, the mysterious girl was already there, writing out pages and pages once again, and Jill let out a light whistle, nodding at Lauren in agreement.

The girl was hot. Chloe and Alex both sat down near her, dragging the other two with them, y/n looked up and she waved nicely at Lauren, who waved back with a smile.

Chloe sighed in relief that Lauren had at least reacted normal to that, and as y/n went back to studying the four friends started a conversation as they relaxed in the sun.

Eventually the group got up to play some football, y/n having not moved since the turned up, Chloe had hit the ball slightly hard and Lauren blanched as she ran.

The quick blonde, only manged just to get to y/n, pulling the girl who had stood up to stretch out of the way of the incoming ball the football instead hitting one of her notebooks and sending loose pages everywhere.

"Oh my god." y/n gasps.

"Sorry!" Chloe calls. "I am so sorry!" She adds again, but y/n waves a hand kindly.

"Luckily I have my guardian angel!" y/n calls, smiling at Lauren gratefully, who blushes at the sweet nickname. "Thank you." y/n adds as she bends down to pick at her papers.

Lauren kicks the ball across to Chloe who restarts their game of up, with the other two, but Lauren stays by y/n leaning down to help pick up her scattered papers.

"Oh you don't have to." y/n starts but Lauren smiles and shakes her head.

"I want to." Lauren promises as she hands the girl her papers. "Do you maybe want to get coffee sometime?" Lauren suddenly asks, as if she had been forced to say it.

Truth is, if she hadn't of said it then, she never would have. y/n looked up at her and furrowed her brows slightly, as if trying to figure something out.

"Like a date?" She asks and Lauren nods.

"Unless you don't want to." Lauren adds.

"No I want to, I was just trying to figure out why Lauren Hemp is asking me out." y/n admits and Lauren winces.

"You know who I am?" She asks and y/n shrugs.

"My best friend is a city fan, though I am more partial to Arsenal I must admit." y/n teases and Lauren pretends as she's been shot dragging and heart-breakingly beautiful laugh from the student.

"How could you?" Lauren asks jokingly and y/n laughs again.

"Quite easily, I suppose I will have to make it up to you." y/n hums. "How about a date tomorrow, after coffee today?" She asks and Lauren grins.

"Uh, yeah, yeah that would be great." Lauren smiles, a bright gleam in her eyes.

"Cool, well can I get your number then?" y/n asks and Lauren jerks forward, quickly tapping her number in and sending a message to herself.

"Do you want to go get coffee now?" Lauren asks, y/n sighing in relief and nodding.

"Please, I look at anything else about civil justice proceedings, my brain is going to self-destruct." y/n says and Lauren chuckles and looks up to tell her friends.

However, she finds no one, the three having dispersed with shared grins as Lauren and y/n started talking, finding no reason to interrupt they left.

y/n packed away her notes, throwing her highlighters into her pencil case and standing up, she smoothed out her summer dress, the article stopping just below her knees.

"You're so pretty." Lauren said without thinking, and even though she had just said it aloud, it sounded so calm and meant.

"Charmer." y/n blushed, smiling softly as she held out her hand. "Come on." She smiles and Lauren takes her hand.

°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。

lauren_hemp just posted on her story

°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。

y/n just posted on their story

°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。

lauren_hemp just posted on her story

°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。

y/n just posted on their story

°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。

twitter/ X

username1: has anyone seen Lauren's story???? 🤨🤨

^

username2: YES - is she out on a date?

^

username3: it looks like it !!!! 😏😏

username4: Lauren and a girl have been seen out in Manchester!!!

^

username5: She is in my class at school!!! 😱😱

^

username6: her @ is @y/n - She is so pretty! 😊

^

username7: nahhh she's not 🙄🙄

^

username8: yeah what if she is just using Lauren??? 😡

^

username9: stfu it aint our bsuiness! 🖕

see more comments...

°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。

lauren_hemp just posted

liked by, chloekelly, leahwilliamsonn, and 487, 288 others

tagged y/n

lauren_hemp So proud of you baby <3 you deserve this after all the sleepless night and pages of notes! Also happy one year love - best WAG I could have asked for!

view 13, 711 comments

username1: has it been a year already??? WOah !!

username2: feels like just yesterday we were hunting her down ...

^

username3: who would have guessed how much we would love her too! ☺️☺️

leahwilliamsonn: Well done y/n!!

^

y/n: Thankooooo xxx

y/bff/n: SOOoooooooOO PROUD! 💙

^

y/n: love youuuuuu 💙

y/f/n1: It seems like only yesterday you were crying with dominoes saying you were going to drop out. 🥹

^

y/n: what a time, what a time. 😊

username4: This is all just so cute! 🥹

chloekelly: This happened because of me just so everyone knows 👏👏

^

lauren_hemp: yes lets all thank Chloe for nearly knocking out my girlfriend 🙄

^

y/n: thanks Chloe! Thought she would never come and talk to me. <3

^

lauren_hemp: I would have! 😶

^

chloekelly: nahhhhhh ☺️

^

username5: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA 😂

see more comments...

°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。

END

loved this one as it is just cuteness honestly !!

-

Queenie xx

[lipglossanon]

I Know It Sounds Absurd (Please Tell Me Who I Am)

꧁⸺⧼ ❦ ✩ ☾ ✩ ❦ ✩ ☾ ✩ ❦ ✩ ☾ ✩ ❦ ⧽⸺꧂

Corrupt Cop!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

Dedicated to all of you wonderful folks out there who enjoy my content! 🙈 You guys make my day every day! 😘 💜

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI, dirty talk, fingering, DARK THEMES such as rape play, rape fantasy, rape kink, consensual non con (reader is very much into it although she acts like she doesn’t); rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink, squirting

Roughly looked over but I’m sure there’s mistakes 😜 also this one is mostly smut not much plot, Leon’s been making me feel some sorta way lately 🥵 🤭

Title from The Logical Song by Supertramp

<<previous installment>> ||| <<next installment>>

꧁⸺⧼ ❦ ✩ ☾ ✩ ❦ ✩ ☾ ✩ ❦ ✩ ☾ ✩ ❦ ⧽⸺꧂

It’s been a couple of weeks since you’ve actually spent any time with Leon. Your schedules haven’t lined up, you haven’t talked or even texted each other that much. You’ve been so busy with school that you’ve been putting all of your focus on that. 

Or at least that’s what you’ve been telling yourself as you cancel plans again to work on your biology assignment. You’re starting to realize that as hot as you find it, Leon also kind of scares you. It’s nice to have someone so protective of you, but it’s getting to the point you don’t feel like you have any autonomy anymore. 

It’s nice to get the flowers and notes left on your door, but you think that he’s starting to overstep a bit. He bumps into you everywhere: the grocery store, the library, the gas station, the park, the hair salon. It’s getting ridiculous. 

Today, the guy you went out with ages ago to Lover’s Lane made eye contact with you in the library; you had your hand raised halfway to wave at him, to sort of say no hard feelings, but he blanched and took off in the opposite direction. Frowning, you watch him speed walk out of the library. 

A warm arm brushes against your shoulder, “Hey, sweetheart, you working late again?”

Leon’s voice sends goosebumps down your arms every time you hear it; the deep timbre makes you ache in all kinds of ways, but fear zings through your brain at the same time. 

You turn and smile at him, hoping he doesn’t see your nervousness, “Hey Leon, yeah, trying to cram in some study sessions before finals.”

“Really?” He smiles at you, boyish and sweet and it makes you soft for him.

“Mm yeah,” you hum, smiling more naturally, “Laura was supposed to meet me but she said something came up.”

“Oh, is that the friend from the grocery store?” He pulls out a chair and sits next to you, sliding a book out of the way to rest his elbow on the table. 

“Yeah,” your brows pucker in annoyance, “I think you spooked her when you ran into us that day.”

“Ah, I’m sorry baby,” he soothes, rubbing his hot palm across your knee.

You nod but don’t say anything, thinking back to that day. Laura convinced you to make a snack run where you both accidentally met up with Leon. But now you’re not so sure it was an accident. You stepped away to grab something, leaving Laura to chat with Leon for a few minutes. 

Hoping they got along, you came back to a tense situation that seemed to break up when Leon saw you. Laura didn’t really speak much for the rest of the day and now that you’re thinking of it, she’s avoided you pretty consistently ever since. 

“You okay?”

Leon’s low rumble pulls you back to the present. 

You nod and rub your eyes with the heel of your hands, “Yeah, I think I’m just burnt out.”

“Take a break, start fresh tomorrow. C’mon I’ll walk you home,” he stands up, helping you from your chair. 

You smile up at him again, “Thanks, Leon. You’re so sweet.”

You grab his hand and stand up on your tiptoes to press a quick kiss to his cheek. As you turn back to grab your things off the table, you don’t notice his blue eyes heatedly staring at you like he wants to eat you alive. 

You toss your pencils in your bag last and throw the strap over your shoulder, “All ready to go.”

Leon slips the strap off of your arm and over his, “Let’s get you home, sweet girl.”

The sweetness of Leon’s actions makes you feel light and giggly, “Okay. Thank you!”

He smirks to himself while you walk beside him filling him in on your school schedule. The walk home seems to go by more quickly with Leon beside you. Once you’re outside your front door, you take your bag from Leon. 

“Thank you for walking me home,” you smile shyly, biting your bottom lip. 

“It’s no problem, sweetheart,” he trails his fingers down your jaw, underneath your chin, to tick your head up higher. 

You sigh softly as Leon presses a kiss against your lips, quickly turning heated when he presses you against your door. You moan high in your throat, hands grasping the front of his shirt, fingertips catching on his badge. 

You pull back, to confirm that yes he is wearing his uniform. How did you not notice? Your eyelashes flutter shut when he sucks a bruise on your neck, making your legs tremble. 

“If I had the time, I’d take you apart right here, pretty girl,” he murmurs, kissing across your jaw, “make you cum all over me.”

“Leon!” you gasp, pussy dripping slick at his voice, “want it, please.”

“Fuck,” he grunts, slipping a hand underneath your skirt and panties to touch your bare pussy. 

“Can you cum for me? Get my fingers nice and wet?” He growls, slipping his ring and middle finger in your clenching hole to fuck up hard into your pussy, palm smacking against your clit.

You gasp, hips rocking down into his palm, pussy clenching around his fingers. He rubs his thumb across your swollen clit in rough circles. 

“Leon,” you whine, hands grabbing at his forearms, tendons flexing as he keeps finger fucking you against your front door. 

You pant, eyes half lidded as you look up into his hungry gaze. Your pussy squelches with every movement, getting wetter at the thought of doing this in broad daylight where any of your neighbors could see. 

His deep voice rumbles in your ear, “Love to just fuck you open on my cock, but we’ll have to save that for later.”

Slick leaks from your pussy all over his hand, dripping down his wrist. 

“You’re gonna get my uniform all dirty, sweetheart,” he laughs, tongue dipping in your ear before he places a wet kiss on the shell. 

You whine high in your throat, hips grinding down harder on his fingers stretching your drippy cunt open, “Leon!”

“Who’s gonna make you cum?” he growls in your ear.

“Daddy,” you buck your hips down into his hand and moan as his palm smacks your clit harshly.

“There we go,” he chuckles meanly, “my pretty girl needs to cream my fingers so daddy can go to work.”

Mewling, you roll your hips down into his rough finger fucking, “Daddy, please.”

He presses hot open mouthed kisses along your neck and jaw before licking into your panting mouth.

Your pussy pulses around his fingers, more slick wetting his fingers. 

You feel your orgasm ramping closer with every steady thrust of Leon’s fingers in your aching pussy, “I’m close.”

“Cum for me, soak my fingers, sweetheart,” he whispers in your ear, voice low and smoky, “you can do it, be a good girl and cum for me.”

With one final swipe against your swollen clit, your back bows off of the door, thighs clamping tightly around his wrist. Your pussy clenches down on his fingers, trying to milk them with soft pulses as your walls flutter around the digits. 

“So good for me,” he kisses your cheek then your lips. 

He gently pulls his fingers away from your suckling heat, bringing them up to his mouth to lap up your creamy slick. He stares at you, eyes hot and heavy. 

“I really need to go or I won’t leave,” he kisses you again, deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

“You good to go out tomorrow night?” He pulls back and straightens his shirt, adjusting himself in his slacks. 

Your mouth waters at the thought of dropping to your knees for him, but you shake that away. 

Still high on endorphins, you smile happily at him, “Sure, tomorrow is good.”

He drops a kiss to your head and you sigh, “Thank you, daddy.”

“Oh my pleasure, sweetheart,” he kisses you once more, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You watch him walk back the way you both came until you can’t make him out anymore. Turning, you unlock your door and shakily step into your house. 

You walk over to your couch and drop your bag down before slumping onto the couch cushion next to it. Leaning your head back, you sigh into the empty room. Your body’s still tingling with the aftershocks of your orgasm and you bite your lip, embarrassment crashing over you at letting Leon finger you on your front stoop. 

He just alters your brain chemistry, making you too horny to think clearly. You shift and can still feel how wet your panties are from a moment ago making your nose scrunch in discomfort. As you get up to go take a quick shower, you’re thankful this went more smoothly than when your friend Brad walked you home and Leon was waiting for you at your door. 

Your mood dips as you gather your clothes to change into, remembering how angry Leon was and how he almost hurt Brad; you’re pretty sure there’s going to be a scar across his face, but you hope not. Leon was awful in that moment, attacking Brad like he was some sort of rabid dog. 

Afterwards, he explained that he thought Brad was trying to hurt you, or worse, and he was only trying to look out for you—take care of you. You apologized profusely to Brad, but you haven’t heard from or seen him since that evening. Maybe you should check up on him after finals. 

Entering the bathroom, you set your clothes down on the counter and look at yourself in the mirror. You press the bruise forming on your neck from Leon’s mouth, the twinge shooting straight to your cunt. Lips thinning, you tell yourself you’re going to have to set some boundaries with Leon. It’s the healthy thing to do. 

Your mind flashes back to that night in the shower when Leon bruised your neck so badly you had to wear scarves for weeks on end. That dark look that came in his eyes as he held onto your neck still troubles you, but at the same time you think maybe you were just seeing things. He’s been nothing but a gentleman to you; being so sweet to wait on you, not saying anything about your flaky attitude as you keep canceling plans with him. 

You sigh, moving over to the shower. You’ll just talk it out on your date tomorrow night and work everything out. No harm, no foul. Right?

The next day passes by in a blur; you turn in your assignments, head home a little early, and get ready to meet up with Leon later. 

You dress modestly, a simple blouse and skirt with a pair of cute flats. In no time at all, Leon’s showing up at your door with a lovely bouquet of flowers. He waits for you by the door as you quickly put them in water, then follows you as you walk out, locking the door behind you two. 

He opens the door for you and you climb into the front seat of his car. After he slides into the driver’s seat, he makes sure you’re buckled in before starting the car. 

“Where are we going?” You watch him drum his fingers on the steering wheel as he pulls away from the curb. 

“You’ll see,” he grins at you and winks.

Butterflies dance in your chest as you peer out the window, trying to mentally guess where he’s taking you. After several minutes of comfortable silence, you feel a knot of unease forming in your stomach as he drives out towards Lover’s Lane. 

It feels like forever before he turns into an overgrown dirt road and eases the car down past a copse of trees. He drives a few more feet before parking the car and shutting off the engine. 

“Thought it would be cute to take you to our first date,” he grins at you, eyes dark and watchful. 

Taking in the thick foliage, you recognize the pull off Leon used so long ago to take you apart in his backseat. You can feel your pulse beating in your neck as you smile shakily at him.

“Oh, I, uh, didn’t realize you considered that our first date,” you laugh, hoping to ease the tension you’re feeling. 

His eyes narrow at you, smile ticking up into something mean, “Of course, I would,” his voice drops into a low octave, “it was the first time I got to taste your sweet pussy.”

You feel flush and jittery, “O-oh.”

“Why so tense?” He brings his hand to brush back your hair, eyes tracking your expressions. 

You try to smile but it falls flat, “Leon, w-we need to talk.”

“About?”

You take in a steady breath, “We need to set some boundaries. I’m j-just feeling a little smothered.”

He hums and you slowly let out your breath. 

“Okay,” he nods. 

You light up with a real smile, feeling proud of yourself, “Oh, so you understand? I—“

He returns your smile but it’s empty, making your belly swoop with fear, “No, baby. See, I’m only trying to take care of you, so I just don’t get how I’m smothering you?”

Your eyes widen as you press yourself against the door to face him better, “I m-mean you attacked my friend Brad outside of my house. Y-You scared off Laura when we were just chatting in the grocery store. You keep me from interacting with anyone!”

You pant, realizing in the ensuing silence how much you raised your voice. But you don’t care; you’re trying to make a point—make him understand your point of view.

“If we can’t agree on this,” you fidget and wring your hands, bile rising in your throat from nerves, “then I don’t know if I can see you anymore, Leon.”

He laughs then, loudly, tinging on crazed. You only stare at him, fear making your hands feel like static. 

The laughing dies off and he stares at you almost fondly, “Stupid girl, you really think you’re going to leave me? We’re made for each other.”

He grabs your hands, staring into your eyes—his gaze manic. 

“I just need to show you, teach you, that we’re meant to be. You’re my perfect girl. One I never thought I’d find in this shithole town,” he sighs, “and now you’re trying to leaveme?”

The grip on your hands tightens making you wince. 

“I’m not going to let you leave me. You just don’t get that you’re mine. Mine to love, to take care of, to fuck stupid,” he’s squeezing your hands so hard now your joints creak, “but that’s okay, this is a teachable moment. I taught that sweet little mouth manners, that pretty little pussy to cum for me, so I can teach you this too.”

Anxiety flares in your chest even as you feel yourself getting turned on from his crude words. 

“Leon—“

“No,” he growls, eyes sea dark and angry, “that’s not my name, pretty girl. Maybe I need to take you over my knee and start fresh.”

Your clit throbs as you clench down on nothing. At that moment, you’re truly torn between your want for Leon and having your line drawn in the sand. You feel like if you let him have his way, there won’t be any turning back. 

“I-I’m sorry, I just want—“

“You don’t know what you want,” he coos, “but that’s okay, I can teach my dumb girl til she knows better.”

He lets go of your hands to pull you by the arms and in that split second your brain goes into fight or flight. You twist the door handle and fall out of the car backwards, landing on your ass. Quickly, you stand up to face Leon, who’s still sitting in the drivers seat, watching you with an unreadable expression. 

“I’d think twice, sweetheart,” he warns, voice deepening, “don’t make me chase you.”

You feel a thrill of fear trickle down your spine as your heartbeat pulses in your cunt, making the gusset of your panties wet at the idea of Leon running after you. 

You shake your head, feeling mixed up with all these conflicting ideas and emotions. 

“I-I’m sorry,” you whisper, turning to run back to the main road—away from Leon, awayfrom the hot arousal at being at his mercy, away from that dark part of you that likeshis obsessive nature. 

While regretting your choice of a cute skirt and flats for tonight as you run, you hear a car door open and slam behind you. Your anxiety spikes again at the noise of his boots behind you. Leon’s footsteps are slow, but getting quicker and quicker until you know he’s running behind you—after you.

Another dark pulse of want flares in your body even as the anxiety blooms in your chest, making your fingers tingle and breathe quicken. Sadly, although you give it your all, you don’t make it that far. Leon’s broad form bear hugs you from behind making you lose your balance and trip.

Your knees sting as they break your fall, dirt and rocks digging into your skin. The adrenaline pumping in your body makes you lightheaded, veins thrumming with energy and endorphins. 

Leon’s body is on top of yours, shoving you further into the wet leaf strewn ground. You hate that you love this, arousal rushing through you. 

“Why are you acting like such a bitch?” He snarls in your ear, “all I’m trying to do is take care of you.”

Tears blur your vision as you arch your back, trying to buck Leon off of you. 

“Stop! Please, I just want to go home,” you cry out. 

“Baby,” he croons, “you should’ve thought of that before you wanted to act like a brat. Now, I’m gonna have to show you your place.”

You hiccup a sob, thrashing underneath his bulky build but not getting anywhere.  Realizing you can’t move, your panties fill with slick as your clit throbs with want. 

“You’re just making it worse for yourself,” he sighs, hot breath fanning the hair by your ear, “gonna just have to show you what I mean when I say you’re mine.”

You feel hot all over, pussy getting wetter at the thought of Leon taking you right here and now where anyone could see. To give yourself one last fighting chance, against him and yourself, you jerk your head back and feel it connect with his nose. He lets go of you with a low curse, hands going to his face on instinct. Trying to gain some sort of footing, you haphazardly crawl forward on your hands and knees, feet slipping on the foliage. 

You get out from underneath Leon and try to stand up when you feel a large hand clamp down around your ankle. 

“I don’t think so,” he growls, yanking you back towards him. 

Fingers scrabbling at the dirt as he drags you backwards leaves cuts and scrapes across both palms. You’re crying harder now, snot leaking down your nose as you gasp for breath. Dark arousal curls in your belly, nipples tightening to hard points in your bra. He’s so strong that it takes very little to manhandle you back down, face first in the dirt and ass in the air. 

“Just keep making this harder and harder on yourself,” he sighs, put out, like you’re some unruly child. 

“Leon,” you whimper softly, “please.”

One of his calloused hands presses your neck down to keep your upper body still, “Let’s not move too much, okay?”

He squeezes down when you don’t answer, “Okay??” 

“Okay!” You squeal, pain pinching your nerves making your rub your thighs together to alleviate the pulsing in your cunt. 

“Good girl,” he mocks, dragging his free hand along your ribs to your hip and around to fondle your ass under your skirt. 

“You’re sick,” you bite out, voice muffled, trying desperately to quell the want thrumming in your body. 

“Oh I know I am, sweetheart,” he coos down at you, “but so are you.”

He cups your pussy with his palm, fingers rubbing your slit through your wet panties. 

“Damn,” he chuckles derisively, “fucking leaking all over my fingers, pretty girl. Like when I get mean with you?”

You mewl as his fingers pinch your soaked clit. 

“Mmm got you real hot for me,” he rumbles. 

His fingers pause as he leans further over your body, “Say, I have an idea sweetheart.

“What would you think,” he taps his middle finger against your sensitive clit on every word, “if I raped this hot little cunt of yours? No one’s around to stop me, right?”

You moan, hands clawing at the dirt and drenching your panties further making him laugh in disbelief. 

“What a nasty fucking girl,” he chuckles, “getting soaked at that.”

He slips his fingers past the band on your panties and trails his fingers across your leaking hole and up to rub your clit. 

“Thought about it,” he muses out loud, fingers slipping back to press into your cunt, “just shoving my dick into your tight pussy whether you wanted it or not.”

You moan, the fight slowly leaving your body as he tells you about his sick fantasy, one that makes you clench on his fingers and drip down your thighs. 

“Yeah,” he growls, scissoring open your hole with his middle and ring fingers, “you make it so easy too. Walking home alone all the time. Don’t even notice me tailing you, pretty girl.

“Can just sneak up on you, drag you down that little alley next to the library and fuck this tight cunt until I’ve had my fill,” he fucks his fingers up into your clenching hole, “just leave you a dripping, cum filled mess right in the alley.”

You suddenly clamp down hard around his fingers, eyelashes fluttering as the orgasm hits you fast. 

He laughs at you, pulling his fingers from your drenched cunt, “So fucking nasty, knew you’d be perfect for me, just had to get you to see it.”

“Hope you learned your lesson, pretty girl,” he helps you to your feet, turning you to face him and pressing your back against the closest tree. 

You jerkily nod your head, feeling wrung out like an old dish cloth. 

“Good,” he pats your cheek, eyes dragging down your body taking in the state of your clothes. 

“Looking a little messy there, baby,” he grins, pulling out his pocketknife. 

Fear clogs your throat making you speechless. 

“W-wha—“

He grabs the hem of your shirt and slices through the material, going from the bottom all the way up to your neck. The blouse falls open showing Leon your bra. He lifts it from you chest and slices through it too, breasts spilling out into the cool night air. 

Leon pockets the knife and grabs your breasts, fondling them and pinching your nipples. 

“Oh I hope you didn’t think we were through,” he smirks, eyes glinting in the dark, “gonna let you run one more time, sweet thing. If you get away, I promise to be a little less.. intense with you. But if I catch you, I’m gonna ravage this sweet pussy again and again.”

You whine, cunt feeling swollen and sore between your legs, “M-my legs— my knees hurt.”

He looks down and pouts, “Oh poor thing. Okay, how about this.”

He grabs you by the neck and presses you even tighter against the tree. Your hands scrabble against his forearm but he doesn’t budge. 

“Let me try to rape this pussy,” his eyes are dark, voice deep, “fight me, bite me, scratch me, do everything you can to keep me from fucking you. Fight me hard enough and I’ll stop.”

He crowds against your body, hard nipples pressed against his shirt, “But if I feel you giving up, giving in, I’m gonna take you again and again on this dirty fucking ground til your swollen with my cum.”

You try your hardest against him. You bite, kick, scratch, spit (which he loved, spitting it back into your mouth making you wet), even clawing at his arms and back until you drew blood, but Leon still pins your weak body down on the ground. 

He lays between your legs to lick and bite at your nipples until you’re thrashing in his grip. 

“Aww tits too sore?” he grins at you, “too fucking bad.”

While his mouth concentrates on your breasts, he rips your skirt down your legs and tosses it away. You hear as he undoes his belt and unzips his pants. Using his hands, he wrenches your legs open and moves your panties to the side without slipping them off, feeding his cock into your dripping cunt. 

“That’s it,” he groans as you punch his shoulders and try to kick him, “fight me, gets me so fucking hard.”

“Help!” You scream out, pressing your head back into the ground.

“Yes,” he groans, humping deeper into your silky heat.

“Help me please!” Your voice breaks on the last word, a low cry slipping out as Leon plays with your clit. 

“Won’t be long, sweetheart,” he laughs at you, “got me really fucking worked up  this time.”

You whine, tears slipping down your face, pussy clenching and milking his cock while he rubs your clit just the way you like. 

“Please!” you cry out, no longer sure who you’re calling for. 

“We should do this every date night,” he laughs, a low rumbling growl leaving his throat afterwards as you clamp down at that suggestion. 

“Perfect, you’re so—,” he groans, “got me a nasty fucking slut.”

He spits on your mouth making you hiccup a moan, back arching. You let him tug your chin down so he can spit in your open mouth. You whine, tongue lolling out, silently begging for more. 

“Fuck me,” he grits out, leaning over you to drool all in your mouth. 

“Swallow it you little brat,” he rasps, eyes hungrily watching you as you do as he says.  

He fucks into you a little deeper and grinds his fat tip against your cervix making you completely tense around him. He rubs harsh circles on your clit as he keeps grinding until you scream out and cream all over his cock, your slick making his thrusts easier. 

“Yes, fuck yes,” Leon groans, letting himself cum inside you, hot jizz kissing the entrance to your womb as he fills up your cunt. He finally pulls out, painting the inside of your thighs white with the rest of his cum. 

“You’re so dirty for me, pretty girl,” Leon praises, making you whine, “gonna slip right back in this sweet pussy.”

You keen, hole fluttering around nothing. He grabs your hip and twists you until you’re face down in the dirt, knees digging into the rough ground. Tilting your hips up higher, the fat head of Leon’s cock presses against your opening. 

He slowly presses inside making you moan loudly—the angle stretching your pussy almost painfully. He finally bottoms out inside of you, the head of his dick kissing your cervix making you constantly clench around him.

“You can be such a good girl for me if you just learn to behave.”

“Leon,” you slur, drunk off the feeling of being so full. 

A sharp smack lands on your ass, “My name’s not Leon right now. Don’t make me tell you again.”

You clench down at the sting, pussy eagerly milking the thick cock stretching you wide, “Daddy!”

“Such a tight hole,” he hisses. 

Your legs spasm as your feet kick out, a low moan slipping from your lips. 

“Mmm, you like that? Like knowing how tight you are?” He laughs down at you, one hand gripping your neck as the other grabs your hip. 

He pulls out and thrusts back in, grinding against your cervix to make you squeal. 

“Y-you’re gonna— my pussy’s— you’re gonna ruin my pussy—“ you’re drooling in the dirt, body held down as Leon uses you how he wants. 

He growls, “Ruin your pussy? Fuck, baby. Yeah m’gonna ruin this sweet cunt for anyone else but me.”

Without realizing it, you press back, rolling your hips against his thrusting to make it easier for him to fuck you nice and deep. 

“How does it feel getting your juicy little pussy raped in the middle of the woods, huh?” He coos, fake sympathy coloring his tone, “sounds like it feels good, sweetheart. Sounds like you like daddy raping your cute cunt.”

“Daddy,” you keen at the truth in his words, walls fluttering around his fat cock, “daddy, please.”

“Tell me,” he slows until he’s barely grinding into your squelching pussy.

“Feels good,” you whimper, tears dripping down your face, “feels good when daddy rapes my cute pussy.”

He laughs and smacks your ass a few times as he picks up the pace, humping his dick deeper into your cunt, “Yeah it does.”

Leon grabs your hair and pulls until your back’s flush with his chest. His other hand cups your jaw before dropping down to your neck and gripping tightly. 

Gasping, you feel his hand tighten a fraction more causing you to drip at the sensation. Your hole greedily clenches down on the cock slowly fucking you into submission. 

Leon gives a low growl, “Want me to make you my own personal hole, pretty girl?”

You press back eagerly onto Leon’s throbbing dick as he thrusts harder into your tight hole.

Leon nips at your earlobe, “Gonna breed this wet cunt til you’re full.”

You mewl pitifully, clit throbbing, “Daddy, daddy.”

He snarls and shoves you face down into the earth again. You can’t really see anything, completely pinned down by the hand on your neck. 

However, you feel the thick cock stretching you, filling you more than you thought possible. You kind of hate it, hate feeling so full—so good. Your pussy clenches and spasms on his thick cock, slowly fucking into you. You feel yourself getting  even wetter, easing the way for him to fill your hole over and over again. 

Leon moans and grunts with each slow thrust inside your pussy, his deep baritone sliding over you leaving goosebumps in its wake.

He adjusts the angle and presses against your g-spot on every thrust, grinding against it making you moan loudly into the night air. The fat tip of his cock stretches your cunt so wide, it makes you clench tighter around his dick. 

His hips stutter before he begins deep, rolling thrusts that has you drooling in pleasure. You feel so debased and it only makes it hotter. You want more. Want Leon to stuff you full—stretch you out on his fat cock, cum inside you until it’s dripping down your thighs. 

“Daddy,” you mewl. 

“Fuck,” he grits out, “don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m going to fuck you good.”

You try to beg, but only whine in pleasure as his fingers caress your clit with light touches before gliding over your slick pussy lips, spreading you further open for him.

“Such a good girl.”

He starts a rougher tempo, pounding his cock into you with abandon. You know you’ll be bruised around your knees and hands where the dirt and rocks dig into your skin from being pinned to the ground. Your tits sway with each thrust of his fat cock in your squelching cunt, hard nipples grazing the forest floor. You want to shout—yell at him but only moans and pleas slip past your lips. 

With a low tearing sound, you feel Leon rip off the rest of your panties leaving your pussy completely exposed. His hot hands caress what they can reach before grabbing handfuls of your ass to thrust harder, deeper into you. 

“Always so good,” he groans, “love fucking your tight pussy.”

You begin to cum, pussy walls pulsing and clenching around the thick cock stretching you to your limits. Whining and moaning as your orgasm crests, Leon fucks into you harder—his fingers  dipping between your legs to tease and pinch your clit. 

“That’s it,” he grunts, “cum all over my cock, sweetheart. Get it nice and wet so I can fuck you hard. Breed this hot little cunt.”

Keening, you keep cumming as his fat cockchead rubs at your g spot and pounds against your cervix. The pain coalesces into pleasure making your eyes roll back. 

“S’too much,” you slur, legs kicking from the overstimulation, “too much!”

Leon ignores you and rabbits his hips into your hot, wet pussy. You squirm, but he has you pinned with his strong arms so it only makes you whine as he rails you into the dirt, slick leaking down your thighs. 

“Ready for me to fill you up, pretty girl?” he groans. 

Without waiting for any answer, he buries his cock deep, shooting his thick load straight into your clenching pussy. You cum hard, body tensing all over, pussy walls eagerly milking his cock as rope after rope of hot cum fills you to the brim.  

He keeps thrusting, cock spurting continually until he finally pulls his half hard dick out, cum trickling out of your swollen cunt and dribbling down your thighs. 

His cock kicks and begins to fill out again at the sight, so he slides back into your willing hole. 

“Yeah, going to keep you here. Breed you until your full,” he smirks to himself, “you love it, don’t you sweetheart?”

You moan at the feeling of him thrusting  back into your cum filled pussy. His hands reach up to grope your tits, flicking your nipples roughly until your pussy pulses and clenches around his cock buried deep inside you. 

You mewl and whine as he keeps twisting and pinching your sensitive nipples.

“Dirty little slut,” he rasps, slowing down to deep rolling thrusts so his cock drags against your fluttering pussy walls. 

You moan, eyes watering, “Daddy, please.”

You try to squirm and move away from the overstimulation, but Leon holds you in place as he fucks your gooey cunt. 

“Fuck, gonna cum again,” he chuckles meanly, moving his fingers down to flick and pinch your swollen clit, “pussy so good, gonna milk me dry.” 

He cums in you again, just as your walls clamp down on his thick cock. You scream so loud it echoes back to you from the surrounding trees. Your pussy gushes out slick like a fountain as he fucks another hot load deep into your willing cunt. 

Leon pulls out slowly and watches his jizz drip out of your spasming cunt and down over the swollen, fat lips of your pussy. He quickly flips you over onto your back and pushes his middle and index finger into your pulsing walls to rub against your g-spot. 

“C’mon, squirt again, baby, really want you to soak me,” he bites down on your hip bone.

Your legs and arms are jello, no fight left in your body as Leon fingers your cunt. His other hand rubs circles into your clit while he slides three fingers in and out of your sore pussy. 

You feel it slowly ramping up higher and higher, thighs trembling, “G’nna cum.”

Leon fucks his fingers up into your pussy even harder, nailing your g-spot until you’re screaming again and gushing slick from your hole. He keeps up the harsh pace, prolonging your orgasm and making you squirt over and over, soaking his jeans and shirt. 

He gently eases up and slides his fingers out, giving your mound a light smack that has your hips jumping. 

“Daddy,” you whine up at him, body buzzing and head empty, trying to pull him down, “kiss, please.”

He huffs a low laugh as he licks past your drooling lips, tongue fucking deep into your mouth. You lazily make out on the cold ground until you start to shiver. Leon slowly pulls away, a strand of spit connecting your swollen lips.

“Think we should go home, baby,” his eyes rove over your spent body, taking in the mess he made. 

“Okay,” you whisper, voice shot and hoarse, “need help up.”

“I’ve got you,” he smiles crookedly, “I’ve always got you.”

You must be as sick as he says because instead of the usual anxiety, you feel a hot bolt of arousal shoot to your aching pussy. 

“I know, Leon,” you sigh, feeling something settle disjointedly in your mind as he picks you up, “thank you.”

[gwen-pierce]

“That’s it for today, everyone! Thanks so much for coming, we’ll see ya next time!” Ruth called from her large desk at the front of the room, emphasizing her dismissal with a happy clap. Gwen began to gather her things from the table, the woman who shared the large slab of wood with waved a quick goodbye before taking off. She was going to pick up her kids from daycare, something Gwen had learned in their few conversations over the last couple of weeks since she joined Ruth’s class.

It had all started when she began therapy. Gwen knew she had dependency issues, self-esteem issues, and even some anger issues to work through. She had thought therapy was just talking about your feelings and suddenly you didn’t feel so bad anymore. It was so much more than that. It was work. It was hard and oftentimes it hurt. At first, she didn’t think it was helping but the more effort she put in the more she started to get out of it. When her therapist suggested she take some classes in the area, Gwen dove right in. She tried cooking and it turns out guidance wasn’t what she was missing in that field, she was downright terrible at it but the class was still fun. She found herself able to laugh at her mistakes instead of feeling stupid and unworthy. She tried other things. Failed at some, excelled in others. Ceramics wasn’t her calling but she did make friends in that class that brought her to some paint and fire events which she was actually good at and enjoyed. Aerial silks left her covered in bruises and so did pole dancing, but the later class made her feel empowered. Sexy, even.

Floral arranging quickly became her favorite weekly event. Not only did she easily get lost in creating bouquets she found the instructor, Ruth’s, voice soothing. Her presence calming. The classroom was warm and inviting and the flowers centered Gwen in a way she hadn’t ever been before. Like they understood her. Beautiful and delicate but maybe, just maybe, stronger than they looked.

“Gwen, dear, do you have a moment?” Ruth had asked as the young blonde passed by the front desk on her way to the door. Smiling warmly, she nodded, pausing opposite the instructor. “Of course, is everything okay? I know I sort of went outside the lines of the brief today and that the arrangement leaned a little more winter than autumnal…” Her voice trailed off as Ruth waved her hand with a soft laugh. “There are no rules in flowers, dear. Your arrangement was beautiful any time of year.” She said, smiling warmly and reaching out her hand to take Gwen’s and giving it a reassuring squeeze. “That’s why I wanted to chat with you. I know it’s only been a couple weeks but I think you’re really gifted, Gwen. The flowers, they speak to you. I think you’re ready for my intermediate class. What do you think?” “Really?” Gwen blanched, color rising to her cheeks. Her gut instinct was to reject the offer and put herself down but she swallowed that urge. That learned behavior that told her she wasn’t good enough. Instead, she mustered up a proud smile and returned Ruth’s hand squeeze with one of her own. “Actually, yeah. The flowers do speak to me and they’re telling me I should.” 

[romanreignseater]

How Many Licks?!

Jey Uso x Black Female OC! (Tara)

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut; primarily oral to be honest 😭.

“How many licks doesn’t it take to make Jey come undone?! I guess the world may never know, but Tara does 😏.”

A/N: I’ve just been a such a Jey train right now, but I promise more Roman content coming soon. Also, give me some ideas for Jimmy and Solo as I don’t know what to write for them. My requests and messages are open, so feel free to hop in 💝. (BTW, I may start a little series with Tara and Jey about their backstory 👀).

GIF: @jeysuso

Tara sat on her haunches completely naked, cunt sloppy wet with her mouth wide open, tongue out, and eyes steady on her man’s cock as he stroked it front of her.

Watching his massive hand stroke his length in quick, short bursts. Her chocolate brown eyes fixated on his hard abs flexing and his chest expanding with every deep breath he took. Wanting to reach out so badly, yet just patiently waiting for Daddy’s orders. A loud groan from Jey’s lips made Tara pull her eyes away from his cock and directly to his face.

His lips wet with his saliva, pupils of his eyes dilated, as he peered down to her mouth, agape, and awaiting his arrival. “If I had my phone out, I’d make this my lock screen.” His sudden frisky comment made Tara moan, but also annoyed at his slick antics.

“You look so good like that baby.” The corners of her open mouth peered into a smile at Jey’s comment. But, soon became transfixed on his right hand meeting his balls. Cupping and teasing his own balls, reaching himself to his high before she can… and he knows how bad she wanted to finish him off.

Tara’s palms began to sweat, growing unhappily impatient. Looking up at Jey, Tara looked past her lashes trying to pull off her best begging face.

Jey smirked at the look of desperation on Tara’s face. Always playing like badass at work or in front of her friends, but when it comes to this man… she was nothing more than a submissive little slut.

His ministrations paused, pushing his ass off of the bathroom counter, cock even closer to her than before. Letting his length go, only holding it by the base offering it to her. Sitting up in excitement, Tara wrapped her plump, juicy lips around his swollen head peering up at him batting her lashes.

Jey watched as she suckled down on his dick even further. The soft skin of her tongue meeting his slit and splitting it open to taste what began leaking from him minutes ago. Humming at the taste and Jey hissing at the vibrations Tara gave off.

Slowly, but slowly her head bobbed up and down meticulously, reveling in his reactions. Taking her time, taking his length little by little with each pass, and aimlessly Jey couldn’t help but to watch her head as it seemed to travel further and further to his base.

Breathing heavily, licking his drying lips, and eyes intensely focused on her. He observed every single thing about her; the way her lips wrapped around him tightly, the amount of him she could take, her red nails digging into his thigh, her devilish eyes continuing to peer up at him, and her other hand massaging her clit. The wet sounds of her pussy made him even harder, soon growing impatient himself.

Tara could feel the twitch of his hips, just wanting to use her. And… she wanted him to.

But, he kept his hands to himself. Not wanting to force her to do something she didn’t want. Looking down as his head was up, Tara noticed his blanch white knuckles clinging for dear life on the counter.

Pulling off of his length, breathing heavily and working his sick with the hand that was pleasuring herself, not warranting any loss of stimulation. “Grab my head Daddy and use me.” Jey simply nodded and his hands were removed from the counter onto her head.

The rise and fall of his chest, the sweat that beaded through his abs, the lust in his eyes, and his puffy pink lip tucked between his pearly whites. It made Tara moan inaudibly, the look within him, was the look she loved the most.

Settling her dainty little hands of his thick thighs, she felt as though she was in a daze as Jey’s large hands encased her head. Just the thought of what he was about to do made her dizzy.

Her cunt seemed jealous as with no hands, Jey led his wet, hard length back into Tara’s mouth plunging deep into her throat before pulling out slowly.

He was holding back.

And by now, he shouldn’t be holding back. His thrust were slow and cautious, barely “using her” like she expected. But, she couldn’t help but to watch his length slid in and out of her mouth with ease. The look on his face was that as if he were taking a final exam.

Opening her mouth as much as possible, tongue laid underneath his dick as his kissable stomach seemed to be nearing closer to her before he’d pull away. Living for the feeling of her mouth, Jey picked up his speed and his eyes began to flutter close.

The gentle pace only became faster, and that light grip of his thighs only became tighter. Tara gagged quietly at every thrust of his cock. The Samoan could do nothing, but grunt, pant, and moan.

The pleasure of Tara’s mouth only soothes him to go faster, and grip her head harder. The pace at which he was driving into her mouth and the amount of cock that was stuffed into her mouth, causing her choke and tears riddling her eyes. Spit coating his dick and falling out of the corners of her mouth dribbling down to her chin and breasts.

“Fuckkk baby, that mouth is too good.” His head titled all the way back, indulging in the immense pleasure. Tara removed his length from her mouth, still stroking and tonguing down his spit coated tip. “Then why don’t you use some more?!”

He didn’t have to be told twice.

Placing the tip back at her spit ridden lips and hands now behind her back, she boasted. “Go ahead… you know you want to.” His eyes shifted from a beautiful brownie to a dark paradise. With Jey’s fingers extremely grasping her head tightly, he watched as he slid his cock back into her mouth smoothly.

His hand moved from the right side of Tara’s head to the back of it, plunging his cock to the back of her throat. Trying her hardest to not cough, she felt his shaft entered her throat. Closing around him, he shuddered at the right feeling. After a couple of thrusts, he pulled out allowing her to catch her breath.

Spit littered her lower face as she stroked him and re-entered him back into her mouth. Giving him all the power, she allow him to push her head down all the way. Both of his large hands held her down with pressure as her nose was buried in his light bushel of hair.

Tara’s throat constricted around Jey’s girthy cock, his moan could have been heard from all the way downstairs. He enjoyed the feeling, eyes rolling to the back of his head as her throat continued to open and close on his dick.

Her fingers tighten around his thighs, wanting to come up for air like a diver. He pulled himself from her luscious mouth and they both breathed heavily in unison.

His eyes admired the spit string that connected from her lips to his cock. Teasing him by sliding her finger across his sensitive tip back and forth. “Hurry and finish that shit in my mouth, so you could fuck me already. My pussy’s been waiting for too long.” Tara’s badass character was really coming to play, demanding that he cum so that he’d ruin her.

Her hand tighten around his length as he watched with flushed lips and eyes. But, it didn’t take long for him to perk up and re-grasp her head. She helped guide him back into her warm mouth and he immediately held her to his nestle of curls. Jey pulled his shaft out slightly to allow her to breathe through her nose, but he pumped into her triumphantly not too long after.

Switching from holding to pumping, Tara only grew even more impatient. Slowly reaching down, she earnestly rubbed her hot slick, moaning around his length with her eyes closed.

Her fingers slid through her cunt so easily, clit throbbing yet lying in wait. The vibrations of her moans only made the Uce groan louder. Pulling his eyes back up, he tentatively watched as she played with herself.

“Keep touching yourself mama, Daddy’s gonna get to that pussy in a second.” Thrusting shallowly and faster, Jey began reaching his high. “Make sure it’s ready for me, cause I’m gonna fuck you up.” His words elicited more moans and slick from Tara.

He panted and groaned loudly once more, before stalling her head at his base. Letting all of his seed fly straight to down her throat. Tapping his thigh in a hurry, he let go of her allowing her to pull off of him completely. “Lemme see baby.” With her life flashing before her eyes, she slowly open her mouth and pulled out her tongue proving it shot right down her throat like he’d wanted.

“Good baby, now get yo’ ass in that room for me, cause this bout to go on… all night long.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

THE END.

Thanks for reading!! 💝

MY TAG SQUAD: @cyberdejos2 @thesamoanqueen @nayys-world @mzv11 @babybatlover @vogueyonce @harmshake @harlem11680 @seeingstarks @thewarlordsworld @alyyaanna @southerngirl41 @christinabae @pitlissa22 @thealliasylum @fame-ass-ers @iluvthebloodline @jeyusos-girl @ah-fin3sse @solosikoasgf @msbigredmachine @rollinsland @angelicflower2020 @theogsamoanqueen

[harley-sunday]

Feels Like Home [03]

Summary: When an unexpected three-week break between Monza and Singapore finds Daniel back on his farm in Perth he’s desperate to use this time to clear his mind, figure out his future in Formula One, and find his way back. He didn’t expect a new neighbour, a sassy two-year old, and three alpacas would make him realise that sometimes, what you’re looking for is right in front of you.

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x reader (unnamed OFC)

Warnings: Language

Word count: 4.6k

AN: Daniel in this chapter is just... Oof. I hope you like it, if you could take some time to leave a comment that would mean so much :) ♥

Masterlist

“Alright, Boss,” Daniel jokes with a wide grin, “tell me what to do.” It’s his first official day as her farmhand and even though she told him yesterday what she expects from him he might have been too busy looking at her to really hear anything she said. 

“Well,” she draws out, looking from him to the alpacas and back, “it’s Sunday, so it’s time for their weekly bath, maybe you could-”

“I’m sorry, what?” Daniel eyes the girls suspiciously, not sure how he feels about bathing three killing machines who could take him out in a second. Try explaining that to Blake, he thinks to himself with a wry smile.

“Well yeah, I mean, they’re outside all week long, so I usually take them down to the river on Sundays and give them a nice wash.” She nods towards her truck, “There’s a bottle of shampoo and a brush in my truck.”

Ok. He’s got this. This is nothing compared to driving a race car at three hundred k’s per hour, right? It’s just three alpacas, and they’ve probably been bathed lots of times before, and if she can do it he surely can. Right? Daniel swallows hard, mentally preparing himself for the task at hand by taking a deep breath, trying not to show fear because he’s convinced the girls will pick up on that and- Ok. One at a time. He'll start with Blanche, she's definitely the least threatening, then Babs, and Betsy last.

“I usually take all three of them at the same time,” she says then. “They get a little antsy when they’re separated.”

Oh. Ok. He risks another glance at the girls who are huddled together in the corner of the paddock, eating some grass and probably having a better time than he is right now. But. One alpaca or three alpacas, same difference, right? So why does his voice come out all high and squeaky when he tells her, “Yeah, nah, no worries.” 

Next to him he can hear her let out a laugh and he’s about to tell her that this might not be the best idea but then her hand is on his arm and she looks up at him with a mischievous smile, “I was just messing with you, Daniel.” 

“Oh, thank God,” he breathes before he composes himself. Or tries to, anyway, “I mean, I was going to do it but-”

“Yeah, nah, I could totally see that,” she jokes, her hand squeezing his arm as she winks at him. “Why don’t you fill up their feeder inside and I’ll get started on cleaning out the shed?”

“That I can do,” Daniel agrees easily enough. He takes the bucket of grains out of her truck and starts making his way over to the shed. As soon as he opens the gate he can see the alpacas hurrying over to him and so he makes a quick dash to the shed to avoid being trampled to death by a herd of angry alpacas. Or at least, three very hungry ones. Still they catch up with him and he lets out an embarrassing yelp when Blanche head buts him in the back, “Jeepers, Blanche!”

“She likes you,” she says from where she’s leaning on her pitch fork. 

“I like you too,” Daniel tells the white alpaca in a soft voice, trying not to spook her, “but I’m gonna need you to keep your distance, ma’am.” 

***

When you hit the call button you take a deep breath, trying to settle the nerves in your stomach that have formed a nice little knot there ever since Granddad suggested asking Daniel to help you out and gave you his number, and bite your lip while you wait for the call to go through. 

He answers with a hesitant, “Hello?”

“Hi Daniel, it’s-”

“Well, hello neighbour,” he says then and you swear you can feel his megawatt smile beaming at you through the phone. “Everything alright? Is this you calling me to tell me what an excellent job I did today?”

“Uhm, no-” You can’t help but laugh, “But sure. Thank you for today, Daniel. You did an excellent job.”

“Thank you, that sounded very genuine and not at all prompted,” he laughs.

You nod, even though he can’t see you. “I uh-” you clear your throat, trying to get rid of your pinched voice, “I wanted to ask if you maybe could do me a favour tomorrow?”

“Hmm,” he hums in reply and you think you can hear him sit down somewhere, “that depends.”

“On?”

“On what the favour is. I’ve got no problem feeding the girls but if you’re going to tell me that because it’s Monday it’s time for Oscar’s his weekly bath I might-”

You can’t help the laugh that escapes you, “No.” A little cheeky then, “That’s not until next Friday anyway.” He chuckles and you can feel your nerves settle down a little, “I do have to take Granddad into town tomorrow though. The doctor wants to see him for a follow-up and so I was wondering if you maybe could watch Ellie for an hour or two? Mrs Mackenzie was supposed to watch her but she’s not feeling too well, so- Normally I would take Ellie with me but it’s right around her nap time and she gets a little grumpy when she doesn’t get enough sleep so I’d rather-”

“You want me to hang out with Miss Ellie?”

“Well, she’d be asleep for most of it,” you try to reassure him because he sounds a little- hesitant, maybe. “Really it’s just babysitting her for two hours tops but if you don’t-”

“I’d love to,” he interrupts you quickly. “What time do you need me to come over?”

“We have to leave at one-”

“I’ll be there.”

You can’t help the smile that grows ever wider, “Thank you so much, Dan. I really appre-”

“Stop it,” he counters, no doubt with a grin. “I’m happy to help out.”

You have to bite your tongue to keep from thanking him again and so instead you simply say, “Perfect. I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“Yep. Catch you later, neighbour.”

***

“Thanks for another great workout, Mikey, it’s been swell,” Daniel says once they’re done with their Monday morning session. “I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

Michael eyes him suspiciously, “You’re awfully chipper today-”

“What?” Daniel chuckles and shrugs, “Am I not allowed to enjoy working out?”

“You are,” Michael draws out, “it’s just that usually you don’t.”

“It was a good workout, mate,” Daniel says as he claps Michael’s back. Of course he knows exactly what brought on his good mood, because he’s been looking forward to babysitting Ellie all day, but he doesn’t necessarily need Michael to know that. 

“Sure,”

“What?” Daniel says again. “Don’t doubt yourself, Mikey. Your workouts are great!”

“I’m not sure what’s going on here,” Michael says, circling his finger in front of Daniel’s chest, “but keep up with the flattery, mate. It’s better than your usual complaining.”

“Awesome.” Daniel risks a quick glance at his watch then and sees it’s already a quarter past twelve and he still needs to shower and- “It’s been swell, mate. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yep,” Michael agrees bluntly. He narrows his eyes at Daniel then, “Do I need Blake to schedule a drug test or something?” He lowers his voice, “Are you involved in illegal activities, Dan? I mean, I’m not against the use of CBD oil but I don’t think smoking weed is-”

“Out!” Daniel pushes his friend towards the door with a shake of his head even though he can’t help the smile that tugs on the corners of his mouth, “Don’t be a nosy Nellie, mate. It doesn’t suit you.” 

Michael gives him the finger but then heads to his car and so Daniel turns on his heels and heads for the shower, and if he’s already picked out the outfit he’s going to wear, so what? It’s efficient.

He’s out of the house twenty minutes later and when he pulls up in front of Oscar’s house there’s still ten minutes to spare. Daniel knocks and then lets himself in like he always does, finding his neighbour in the kitchen, enjoying a cup of tea, “Hiya Oscar.”

“Hi Danny,” Oscar replies, his face lighting up with a smile.

“How you doing, mate?”

“Not too bad,” Oscar agrees easily enough. As always he’s a man of little words and doesn’t really elaborate. Instead he nods to the ceiling, “She’s just putting Ellie to bed, shouldn’t take long.”

“Oh, that’s ok,” Daniel says as he sits down in one of the kitchen chairs after helping himself to a cup of coffee.

“Listen, Dan,” Oscar starts and for some reason Daniel knows whatever comes next is important, “they’ve been through a lot, both of them. It wasn’t easy when Ellie’s dad-” Oscar shakes his head, “That’s not really my story to tell but I need you to understand that she doesn’t trust people easily, so for her to ask you to watch Ellie, the one person who means more to her than anyone, well-” he locks eyes with Daniel, “It’s a big ask from her and a big responsibility for you. Don’t muck about, son. Ok? Not just now, with babysitting Ellie, but with her as well. I might not be as quick as I was before but I won’t hesitate to hunt you down if you ever hurt her.”

“Understood,” Daniel says with a nod because he does. He could tell she was hesitant to accept his help when he first offered it and even more so when she called him yesterday and so he wants to do anything but hurt the trust she’s put in him. 

“Good,” Oscar says, taking another sip of his tea.

When he hears her coming down the stairs he leans in a little closer to Oscar and tells him, “I’m not gonna let her down, promise.”

“That’s a big promise to make, Danny,” Oscar counters with his eyebrows raised.

“I know,” Daniel gives him a big smile, “but I intend to keep it.”

It’s then she walks into the kitchen, “Hi.”

“Hi,” Daniel beams back at her, a little taken aback by how different she looks out of her normal work clothes because even though she’s wearing jeans and a simple black top she looks absolutely gorgeous. He clears his throat and tries not to stare when he asks, “Ellie’s asleep?”

“Yep,” she nods. “Out like a light. I doubt she’ll wake up before we get back but just in case there’s a bottle of milk in the fridge that you just need to heat up and if she wants she can have a banana.”

“Gotcha.”

“You have my number so call me if there’s anything, ok?” She waits until he nods before she casually adds, “She likes you so I don’t think she’ll mind you being there but if she does throw a little tantrum-”

“I’ll call,” Daniel adds, trying to reassure her that he’s got this while still basking in the fact that Ellie likes him. 

She turns towards Oscar then, “Ready to go?”

Daniel helps Oscar to her car and promises once again to call if there’s anything before he heads back inside and settles on the couch with his phone, making good use of his time by catching up on some emails.

Ellie wakes up somewhere around two-thirty and Daniel’s on his feet at her first cry, a little nervous when he walks up the stairs to where Oscar told him her room is. The little girl is sitting in her cot, looking at him with big eyes and so he lowers his voice, trying to let her know it’s ok when he says, “Hi Miss Ellie. How you going?”

Ellie looks up at him, her little eyebrows knitted together as she studies him for a moment, but then she must recognise him because she holds out her hands to him, “Danny.”

“That’s right,” Daniel says as he picks her up and kisses her cheek. “How you going, sleepyhead?”

She leans back a little in his arms, looking over his shoulder, “Momma?”

“Momma’s taking Granddad to see the doctor, sweetheart,” Daniel explains as he gently wipes her hair out of her face. “She’ll be back soon.”

Ellie seems to think about it for a second but then seems content with his answer and lets her head rest against his shoulder, “Milk?”

Daniel laughs, “Yep. Let’s go get you some milk, huh?” He pokes her side then, “And maybe a banana?”

Ellie’s head shoots up, her eyes wide, whispering a quiet, “‘Nana?”

“Banana,” Daniel confirms quietly as he turns around. He makes his way down the stairs carefully before he walks to the kitchen and sits her down in her high chair. 

Ellie’s quietly singing to herself as he waits for the microwave to heat up her bottle and at first he can’t make out what she’s going on about but then the microwave beeps and it’s quiet in the kitchen again and he hears her loud and clear, “Danny, banana. Danny, banana. Danny, banana.” 

Daniel presses a kiss to the top of her head as he puts her bottle down in front of her, “You’re the coolest kid ever, Miss Ellie." When she smiles up at him he grins back at her, "Don’t tell my niece and nephew I said that, ok? Our little secret.”

***

It’s close to three when you pull up to the house and part of you wants to rush inside, to check up on Ellie, and Daniel, but you know you can’t just leave Granddad behind. Instead you turn to him, “I’ll go ask Daniel to come help, ok?”

Your granddad grunts something in reply and you can’t help but smile because you know it’s nothing personal, know it’s just because he hates not being able to do something as simple as getting out of a car on his own and if anything you admire the way he still cares about his independence. 

You hear him continue his rant as you step out of the car but don't really pay it any mind, music coming from the house drawing your attention instead. When you walk past Homer, who's curled up on the old couch on the front porch, he looks at you as if to say he doesn't know what's going on either. You pat his head and tell him, "Good boy," before you let yourself in and head for the kitchen.

The loud music means they haven't heard you come in and so you allow yourself a moment to take it all in - Daniel with the sleeves of his t-shirt pushed up, excitedly showing off his tattoos to Ellie, pointing at them and explaining to her what they are. Ellie seems absolutely enthralled by all the pictures etched into his skin, her little fingers now tracing the lines of a cupid on his arm. You feel something settle inside of your chest as you watch your daughter and Daniel together, both of them so at ease, and it's something you haven’t felt in a long time. Before you have time to explore it some more your daughter spots you and so you push yourself off from where you were leaning against the doorframe and walk over to where Ellie’s sitting in her high chair, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, “Hi bub. You having fun?"

Daniel nods, "She's been like this ever since she woke up half an hour ago," just as Ellie points at Daniel’s tattoo, “Cupid!”

“Yeah, that’s a cupid,” you agree with a smile, trying your hardest not to stare at Daniel's tan arms but failing miserably and so you clear your throat to distract yourself. 

If Daniel notices anything he's kind enough not to mention it and instead puts his sweater back on. Once that's over his head he looks at you with a grin, "What you do to the old man? Leave him behind at the nursing home?"

You laugh and shake your head, "He's in the car. Would you mind helping him out?"

"On it," Daniel says with a click of his tongue, pointing a pair of finger guns at the two of you before he pulls a face and turns around. 

Both you and Ellie watch in silence as he walks out of the kitchen, Ellie letting out a quiet, "Danny," when he turns the corner and you letting out a heavy sigh at the same time. When Ellie looks up at you, you smile back at her, drawing out a "Yeah."

Ellie, bless her, claps her hands in response and then blows a raspberry at you.

You comb your fingers through her hair absentmindedly, "Same, bub-" Another sigh then, "Same."

Daniel and Granddad make it inside not much later, but it’s only Daniel who returns to the kitchen, running a hand through his hair as he says, “He asked me to put him in the living room.”

“He’s a little grumpy,” you whisper with a wink. “Hasn’t had his afternoon nap yet so-” you see-saw your hand and let the rest of that sentence hang in the air unspoken.  

“Gotcha,” Daniel says with a grin, looking a bit unsure of himself. He shakes his head then and points at the window, “I don’t know about you two but maybe we could go for a walk? It’s nice enough outside and I don’t mind stretching my legs for a bit.” 

You look down at Ellie, “You wanna go for a walk, bub?”

Ellie’s eyes light up and she whispers a happy, “Yeah,” before she looks at Daniel, “Come with?”

“Yep,” Daniel nods. “I’m definitely coming with, my friend.”

“I’ll just go get her changed real quick,” you tell Daniel as you pick Ellie up from her seat. “Shouldn’t take long.”

“I’ll wait outside for you,” Daniel offers with a grin. “Wouldn’t want to disturb the old man during his nap.” 

When you come down a little later, Ellie in a pair of pale green dungarees and a fleece made from Alpaca wool, you find Daniel sitting next to Homer on the porch swing, albeit with some distance between them. You can’t help but tease, “Cautious of the dog too, Ricciardo?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he replies with a nod, rubbing his hands on the fabric of his jeans. “Although I trust him more than I do the alpacas.” 

You click your tongue, “Better not let the girls hear that.” Ellie starts wriggling in your arms and so you put her down, watching as she wobbles over to the apple orchard, where Granddad put up a swing for you in one of the trees when you were Ellie’s age. You look at Daniel and shrug, “Guess we’re going that way.” 

Ellie’s surprisingly quick on her little legs and already waiting for you at the swing by the time you catch up with her. Daniel doesn’t hesitate and picks her up so he can put her into the seat, gently pushing her once she’s in, drawing excited giggles from her, his own smile growing wider with every push. 

You and Daniel talk about the farm mostly, how it was back when you were a kid and how much has changed since your grandmother passed away a few years ago. When he asks if you could ever see yourself moving here full time, you hesitate, “I’m not sure.” You shrug then, “I think I could manage what little livestock we have now but I’m not sure if I could be the best mum to Ellie if I have the farm to worry about.”

“Hmm,” he agrees quietly, encouraging you to go on.

“It’s a lot of work,” you explain. “I mean, if it wasn't just me maybe it’d be different but-”

“Can I-” Daniel stops himself but when you nod, because you know what he’s going to ask, he clears his throat and continues, “I hope you don’t mind me asking, but where’s Ellie’s dad?”

“Dunno.” You smile to let him know it’s ok, “We were together for six or seven months before I found out he was married, so I broke it off and told him I never wanted to see him again. Two months later I found out I was pregnant.”

“Does he-”

“He knows about Ellie, but he already has a wife and kids so-” You look at Ellie, “He signed away his rights when she was born and asked not to bother him anymore.”

“Wow,” Daniel shakes his head. “What an a-” He looks at Ellie and corrects himself just in time, “What a despicable human being.”

You shrug, “It’s fine. For me it’s better this way but-” you swallow hard, trying to get rid of the lump that has started to form in your throat, “I worry about the day Ellie’s going to ask about him, you know? Can you imagine? ‘Oh yeah, funny you should ask, kid, but your dad doesn’t want anything to do with you.’” You scoff, “I hate that he’s put me in that position but on the other hand, if it wasn’t for him I wouldn’t have her so-”

“If it’s any consolation,” Daniel says with a hesitant smile, “she’s a carbon copy of you, both the way she looks and her personality. People will always know she’s your kid.” 

“That’s very kind, thank you,” you tell him with a warm smile.

Ellie decides then she’s had enough of the swing and holds up her arms, “Out.”

You can’t help but laugh and nod at your daughter, “You heard her, Daniel. She wants out.” 

Daniel laughs and picks up Ellie, lifting her onto his shoulders before he turns to you, “Why don’t you show me your favourite place on the farm?”

“My favourite place,” you echo slowly, trying to choose between the little creek over in the Burned Oak paddock or- Looking at your daughter then, who is giggling with glee from being so high up, the choice is easy, “Ok. Let’s go.” You lead Daniel through the orchard to a field that at first glance doesn’t look like anything special but you know in a few months time will look completely different.

When you reach the gate you look at him from over your shoulder, “This is it.”

“Ok,” he draws out, probably not sure if you’re joking or not.

“You’ll have to come back in December,” you tell him, without thinking much of it, without fully realising you actually want him to come back, want to have him in your life for more than just the two weeks you’re promised now, “the entire place will be covered in poppies. It’s beautiful.” You poke Ellie’s side then, “It’s why her second name is Poppy.”

“Because you love the flowers so much?” Daniel guesses.

“That and because she was born on December third, when they are in full bloom.” You take your phone out of the back pocket of your jeans and pull up your picture gallery, scrolling back to a picture of Ellie’s second birthday, where you took a few pictures of her surrounded by thousands of red poppies. You angle your phone to Daniel, “See?” 

“Oh wow.”

“Right?” You smile at Ellie, “A very pretty girl in the middle of some very pretty flowers.” 

Ellie yawns in response and when you look at the time on your phone you’re surprised to see it’s already close to five. You look at Daniel, “We should probably head back. Don’t want the wrath of Granddad unleashed on us because of dinner being late.”

Daniel laughs, “Yeah, nah, we could do without.”

***

It’s been less than a week since Daniel offered to help out on the farm, but already you’ve settled into an easy rhythm. You still do your chores around the house in the morning, make lunch, put Ellie down for her nap, and spend some time outside until your granddad calls, have a coffee break, head back outside again together with Ellie for an hour or so until it’s five o’clock and it’s time to make dinner. Or, well, warm up dinner. The meals Daniel brought you only require a few minutes in the microwave and save you so much time. 

Daniel usually shows up around five-thirty, entertaining Ellie long enough for you and Granddad to finish your dinner in relative peace before you take Ellie upstairs to get her ready for the night while Daniel and your Granddad drink a cuppa and gossip about the neighbours and whatever footie game was on that day. By now Granddad is a lot more independent around the house, but getting him ready both in the mornings and at night is still something you need to help him with. He seems a bit happier though and in the end that’s all that matters.  

Once Ellie is asleep, you and Daniel head outside, taking your Granddad’s ute out to Eagle’s nest to tend to the alpacas. More often than not, Homer jumps into the back of the truck once you set off, having taken a special liking to the alpacas ever since they arrived on the farm a few years ago. 

It’s where you find yourself today, an unusually warm Wednesday evening, with Homer dozing off next to the fence while you and Daniel clean out the shed so you can put in fresh hay later. The warmer weather means both you and Daniel have ditched your jackets, Daniel even going as far as taking his sweater off and working in only a t-shirt and so you keep finding yourself stealing glances at his arms and the way his tattoos stand out against his skin. 

Of course Daniel catches you looking, “Like what you see?” 

Is he flirting with you? If he is, it’s working because you feel the heat rise to your cheeks but try to shrug it off, “I’ve seen better.” 

“Hmm,” he teases and throws you a wink. “Let me know if it’s too distracting, babe. I’ll put my sweater back on.”

Babe? Oh God. He really is flirting with you. Fine. Two can play that game, you decide as you lean on your pitchfork, “Are you flexing right now?” You laugh when he seems confused and tease him some more, “Oh my God, you are. You are actually flexing your muscles.”

“Am not,” he shoots back, throwing his spade aside and taking on one of those ridiculous bodybuilder poses, one leg bent as he turns his torso towards you and pumps the muscles in his arms, “Now I am.” He goes through a whole array of poses and ends up with his back towards you, flexing his butt cheeks.

You hate the giggle that escapes you and so you try to play it cool and applaud his efforts instead, holding up an invisible sign, “Ten out of ten, Danny. You have impressed the judges.”

“Judges-” he echoes, “or judge?”

Biting your bottom lip you scrunch your nose, “It takes a lot more than that to impress this judge-” then, because why not, “-babe.” 

“Oooh,” Daniel draws out and puts his hand to his chest, pretending to be hurt by your comment, “way to kick me down, boss. Jeepers.”

“You wanna impress me?” You nod towards the last of the dirty hay, “Clean that out for me and then we’ll talk.” 

“Or,” Daniel starts, taking a step closer to you and making you look up at him, “I could take you out to dinner on Friday.”

You nod, your throat a little dry from how close he’s standing, “Or you could do that.” 

[analogwriting]

It Comes in Waves

Chapter 13: Kelvin Waves

Trafalgar Law x gn!reader word count: 3k a/n: also it's been a while since I've seen Dressrosa so pls don't hate too hard lmfao first|next

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You were led into a room with a few injured people. “This is just the first wave of people. You are to heal them so that they can go back into battle,” your escort said. You sighed, nodding. “No shit.” You felt a smack at the back of your head and you cried out. “Watch your tone.” You glared at the person next to you, grumbling more insults, getting you another whack to the head. 

That’s when you noticed a very tiny person standing next to a row of people that were currently out of commission. She seemed to be arguing with an old lady. They looked up as you were brought over.

“And who is this?” the old woman demanded. You were pushed forward and you grumbled, glaring at the man who had escorted you here. Once you got out of here, it was game over for the bastard.

“Y/n. They have the same kind of power as the princess.” The old womans’ eyes lit up. “You mean the one from the island?” She looked at you with a wide smile. “Oh, well isn’t this just wonderful! This will speed everything up.” 

The grunt shoved you again, falling to your knees this time. You noticed the tiny person crying. “I don’t want to heal bad people anymore,” she cried. You looked at her before looking at the woman before you. Seems like she was prisoner too. “Don’t worry,” you said with a small smile. “We’ll get out of here before you know it.” She looked at you with wide, teary eyes.

“Do you really mean it?” You nodded, patting her on the head.

“Well, how touching. Lying to comfort her, are you?” the old hag taunted. You glared at the woman, standing up. “Who said I was lying?��� Honestly, you were bluffing a little. You weren’t sure how you were going to get out of this, but you knew that you were. You were going to get out of here or die trying. You weren’t going to be a slave to these people.

You removed the cuffs on your hands, causing your escort to blanch. “H-How did you do that?” You looked at him, shrugging. “Oh, they’ve been undone. I’ve just been waiting for the right moment. I wasn’t going to try to take on Doflamingo and his lackeys on all by myself, that would be suicide.” You snorted, rubbing your wrists. You hated cuffs. They also would irritate the scars put there by previous pairs. All around annoying.

You pressed your hands to your necklace, your next movements as quick as light. You pulled out two daggers and sent them off in different directions. One hit the old hag in the shoulder and she cursed. The other hit the grunt in the leg, causing him to cry out and fall to the ground. You knelt down, putting your hand out for the little princess. She climbed into your hand and you set her on your shoulder. “I told you we’d get out of here.”

“Oh, golly. You’re amazing!” 

“Not so fast!” Damn, you should’ve known that it wouldn’t be enough to take down the old hag. Suddenly, the door flew open and next thing you knew, all the officers were connected and sewn to the old lady. You blinked. 

“Leo!” the princess shouted. You followed her gaze to another tiny person. Just how many of them were there? You saw a few more of them, your head reeling. Leo took one look at you and then readied himself. “Unhand our princess!” You blinked, stepping back.

“Uh, I think you’re mistaken…” You held your hands up. 

“No, Leo! They are here to help!” Leo seemed to relax at this and you put the princess down. You watched as the two bickered for a moment. “We don’t have time for this. Leo, take the princess. We need to head out of here. I’ll take care of anyone who stands in our way, so you focus on running okay?” You hated to interrupt…whatever that was, actually, no you didn’t. You had shit to do. 

Now that most of the officers were down, everything was in disarray and it was much easier to get around. Chaos was fully ensued. No one really stopped you and those that tried, you took down with ease. They were just grunts, after all. Not really meant for intense combat. A quick dagger to the leg or shoulder easily took them out of commission.

You ended up at the flower field. “Lady Rebecca! Robiland!” You reached a clearing with a group of people and you noticed Robin. “Robin!” She looked at you, smiling. “Y/n! You’re okay!” You nodded, sighing in relief. It was nice to see a familiar face after all the craziness.

The both of you caught each other up on what has been going on. You looked up to the very top plateau where Luffy was apparently fighting Doflamingo with Law. You believed in Luffy. You knew he would win. No matter what. You had to believe that. 

“Luffy!” You heard Robin call out his name and looked up. You saw him and felt a rush of relief but…your heart sank. Was that…Law? Was he…? You felt your whole world stop once more and you immediately began to blame yourself. Maybe you should’ve stayed with him. Maybe deciding that splitting up was a terrible idea. You swallowed hard, holding back tears.

“Robin! Y/n! Take care of Traffy! He’s hurt!” So, he wasn’t dead? Relief washed through you and you let out a breath you hadn’t exactly realized that you were holding. Luffy dropped Law down to the two of you, Robin catching him with a net of her arms and you ran over to him. You carefully set him on the ground, looking him over. You noticed his arm being detached. “What the hell happened up there?” you muttered softly.

Then you had a plan. “L-Leo! We need your help!” You had seen his power for yourself, after all. “And Mansherry, if you could also help…” You felt your voice betray you, beginning to crack. You cleared your throat. The two tontottas ran over to you, looking at Law. “Leo, if you could sew him up and Mansherry, if you could heal him, even if just a little, I would be forever in your debt,” you said. 

The two looked at you and smiled. “You protected us, remember! We’ll gladly help!” You felt like crying, but you knew it wasn’t the time nor place. You settled for a nod while thanking them. You watched as the two of them worked quickly. You looked up towards the top of the plateau, worry filling your heart, but you pushed it down. He will win - he had to.

You heard a giant crash and the castle began to crumble. “Follow me!” You looked up as the dust settled, noticing a young man dressed like a musketeer. “Who?” You blinked then noticed Law was in his arms. You pulled out a knife. “What do you think-” 

“Y/n, he’s not an enemy.” You looked towards Robin, nodding as you sheathed your knife.

“Put me down…” Your eyes snapped to Law’s limp form. “I need to watch this fight.” You watched as the man put down Law. “I’ve waited thirteen years for this, I’m going to watch Luffy take down Doflamingo.” You moved next to him. “I’ll stay here with him,” you said, looking at the other two. “You go.”

Law looked over at you, shocked to see you there. You could see the relief in his eyes as they laid upon your face. “You’re okay,” he said. You nodded, feeling your chest tighten. “I am. And it seems you are too. Well, as okay as you can be after being shot and having your arm cut off.” 

Robin looked at the both of you. “I trust you will be okay, then?” You looked at her, nodding. The other man shook his head. “I shall stay, too. I owe it to Luffy.” You looked at him, not even bothering to argue. “Sounds good,” you said.

Then Robin headed off with the others and you settled down with Law, his head resting in your lap. “Oh, by the way,” you said, pulling something out of your necklace. “I came across this on my way out here.” You pulled out his hat, placing it on his head. “Can’t forget your signature look.”

Law looked up at him, scoffing slightly. “In the midst of battle, you saved my hat?” 

“Who said it was a battle? It was just chilling there on the ground and I picked it up.” You rolled your eyes. “Well, seems like you’re just fine with your attitude,” you said. He just smirked.

You moved to pull a flask from your necklace.

“Drinking at a time like this, y/n?” You rolled your eyes, ignoring him. “I need you to drink some of this so that I can heal you up a bit more,” you said softly. He stared at you.

“So…he was right?” You nodded, not really knowing what to say at this moment. He let you help him drink some of the water. You placed a hand to his chest, closing your eyes and concentrating. You began to reset a few bones, holding back your own winces. Healing came at a price for you. You took some damage when it came to healing others. Not the same amount that was dealt, but some. It led to healing too much being deadly. 

You healed most of his cuts and bruises, him being able to sit up after a bit. It took a lot out of you and your body ached all over, but you hid that part. You didn’t want him to know.

You both watched the battle above for a moment before you spoke - ripping off the bandaid.

“I do remember, you know,” you said. Law looked at you, blinking. Time seemed to stand still - for just a moment. “I remember you and Corazon visiting my island.”

Law let out a soft chuckle. “You do? About time.” You rolled your eyes. “I’ve known since Punk Hazard, dumbass. I just didn’t know if you did and when I realized that Corazon wasn’t with you…I didn’t want to open up a wound…” You frowned slightly. You recalled him scolding you for risking your life to save him. He had mentioned he didn’t want to lose someone else by them protecting him.

“I’ve remembered. For a while now.” His voice dropped. “I…didn’t know you had lost your people because of Doflamingo.”

You shook your head. “I didn’t know either. Until recently. Just like you saw.” You swallowed hard, looking down at your necklace. “But, I know that Luffy will beat him. He will avenge both of us.” You looked towards the plateau with a fond smile. 

Law looked at you for a long moment and you finally spoke again. Your tone was somber. “It happened a week after you both left. Doflamingo visited a week before the two of you arrived, then my island was destroyed a week after you left.” He stared at you with wide eyes. “A week?” You nodded.

“Fate has a cruel way of lining up our lives.”

“What do you mean?” 

“Corazon died a week after we left your island.” You stared at him with wide eyes this time. It all…happened at the same time? What was the reasoning in that? Was fate really that cruel? Not only were your loved ones pretty much killed by or because of the same person, but the same time too? 

“Is that what you meant? In Punk Hazard, you told me you didn’t want to lose someone like that again. Referring to me sacrificing myself to save you…” You looked at the ground. “Is that what Corazon did?”

Law nodded. “He sacrificed himself so that I could keep on living.” His voice was soft and you could hear the pain. Before he could say more, you both heard a crash followed by Luffy’s voice ringing through the air.

“GEAR FOUR!” You stared, mouth opening. Another gear? Just how many did he have up his sleeve? He really did become stronger during the two year gap. This was your first time seeing him fight since you ran into him again.

You both watched as he sent Doflamingo flying into the town. You noticed Luffy was now a…giant rubber ball? You blinked, narrowing your eyes to try and see him better. “He’s using too much Haki. Is he going to be able to beat him before he runs out?” you muttered, slightly concerned. Sometimes Luffy didn’t exactly think things that far. 

You watched as Luffy relentlessly pummeled Doflamingo and for a moment, it seemed like he defeated him. “Did he?” 

“Wait, look.” You looked at Law before following his gaze upward. The birdcage. It was still up. You looked back to Luffy. “That’s not good. He has to be running on fumes by now, too.” Worry filled your chest. Then you suddenly saw him deflate and that worry grew. “Oh, Luffy,” you mumbled.

You heard a crash from above you and saw someone bounding down to the ground. “Did that man just jump?” You blinked. Law looked equally confused. “I guess so?” You watched as he bounded over to your friend. “Luffy!” You leaned forward, closer to the edge without really thinking. Then you noticed someone step in the way. You narrowed your eyes. Was that?

Then you felt the edge of the cliff give away and you almost toppled forward. You felt someone grab you by the scruff of your collar and pull you back. You landed against something that was solid, but not quite ground. Looking up, you realized it was Law. “Uh…” You felt your face warm as you moved out from his lap. “Sorry,” you mumbled, turning back to the events unfolding.

He sighed, shaking his head. “You really need to pay attention. You could’ve died.” He rolled his eyes, settling next to you as the two of you watched below. “I have to go help him,” you said, standing up and dusting yourself off. “It’s too dangerous.”

“Well, I can’t just sit here?” 

Law sighed, standing up with you with a groan. Your healing helped him some but you knew he was still in a lot of pain. “Then I’m going too.” You looked at each other for a moment before nodding. “Sounds good.”

Then you both made your way to the streets below, quickly finding your way to Luffy who was on some guy’s back. “We’ll take it from here,” you both said. The man looked from Luffy to the two of you and nodded. “Here he is then.” You took Luffy in your arms, settling down on the ground, tucked away in an alley somewhere. You had Luffy’s head in your lap and you ran your fingers through his hair. You watched him with worry as he slept, Law watching you. 

“He’ll make it through. He’ll win,” he reassured you. You looked to him and nodded. “I know, but can’t help it.” You let out a weak laugh.

You pulled out your flask, pouring some on Luffy’s chest before beginning to heal him. You wouldn’t be able to do a lot, but anything to give him an extra boost for when he woke up. “I thought you had to drink it?” You looked over to Law as you worked, feeling your body ache even more.

“Ah, yeah. That’s the best way for it to work, but this will work too. Just not as quick or effective.” You looked back down at Luffy before hearing a voice ring out. You looked around, trying to see where it was coming from. “What is that?” you mumbled.

It spoke of Luffy’s courageous efforts here in Dressrosa and pretty much hyped him up. Your heart warmed to hear so many people admire one of the people you admired most. One of the people you cared about most. You looked down at Luffy and smiled. “Hear that?” you mumbled. Then the countdown began and Luffy opened his eyes. He looked at you, groaning.

You smiled at him. “Good morning, kiddo,” you teased softly, feeling like you were getting ready to cry. He slowly sat up, collecting himself. “Y/n.” You looked at him, blinking. “Yes?” 

He stood up, brushing off his pants, the countdown still going. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure Mingo pays for what he’s done to you and everyone else.” Your eyes widened at his words. How did he know? You looked to Law, who mouthed an apology. You assumed he said something when they were fighting together. Then you looked back to Luffy and nodded. “Go get ‘em, kiddo.” 

He nodded. And with that, he took off again.

You stood up, heading to the edge of the alleyway, watching. You felt Law move with you, standing close to you. You noticed he seemed to be struggling to do just that, so you slid your arm around his waist and he placed his arm over your shoulder as he leaned into you.

“It’s almost over,” you mumbled. He nodded, looking like he was ready to pass out again. “It’s almost over,” he confirmed. You both turned your heads towards the sounds of fighting. You watched as the fight took itself back into midair and before you knew it - it was over. Doflamingo had tried a new trick with his strings, but it didn’t stand a chance against your friend’s resolve. 

Then you notice Luffy deflate and begin to fall. “Oh no.” Law stood up, raising his hand. A few moments later, Luffy was right above the two of you and you caught him in your arms as he fell not far from you. Law must have switched him places to soften the blow. “Luffy!” You held him, relief and pride coursing through you. “Good job, Luffy,” you mumbled, placing a kiss to his forehead. 

You watched as the birdcage disappeared and the announcer claimed Luffy as victor. The city erupted in cheers and screams. You smiled widely, looking down at the man in your lap before looking over to Law who sat next to you with a grunt. “He won.” Law nodded. “He won.”

[eeblouissant]

15, 19, and 20 for the golden wives if you want!! That ask game is so cute omg

“do they always say I love you before leaving (a room, the house, etc)?”

Yes!! oh yes & all three of them do it in different ways imo!

Dorothy isn’t afraid to tell either (or both) of them that she loves them, it’s getting into specific thoughts & feelings that intimidates her (& ends in her shutting herself off most times). So she does, but she will never leave a room completely until the other(s) confirm that they’ve heard her. Yelling an ‘i love you (both)’ across the room & getting a response can be enough for her. Rose will normally come running to give her a quick kiss & Blanche follows behind to admire!! Not that she doesn’t also want to steal a kiss, and she will if she feels so inclined, but sometimes standing back & getting the look from Dorothy for smiling so unashamed while roses smothers her is exactly what she wants (she’s a little menace, I don’t make the rules I just follow them).

Rose is just the sweetest of sweethearts (as if that even needs to be said), neither of them leave the house (& most rooms) without a kiss, an I love you, and very often a ‘where are you going?’ (Because she wants to come with!! By the time she’s said that she’s already up & on her feet). She follows the both of them around the house a lot, so they’re never really out of her sight. But when they do leave the house without her she showers them in affection. Hugs & kisses, helping with their coats & shoes, last minute touch ups to hair & makeup, making sure there’s not a thing in the world they could possibly need before they leave– all of it!!

Blanche would be similar to Rose, but heavier on the physical touch side of things. Reaching out for hands/arms/wrists, so so many kisses. But I think hugs are her favourite before one of them leaves the house. Leaving a room I don’t think she’s as conscious of it (saying anything), but she always makes sure they’re a little loved on before leaving the house without her! I think she’d rather tag along whenever she can, so she’s never really saying goodbye to them.

‘How do they feel about PDA?’

oh boy. I think they’re very torn on this one:

For Dorothy it depends, but for the most part it’s a huge nono. Based on my own observation (& a hint of my own hcs) she seems to put her walls up impossibly higher when she’s outside of the house. So anything that could possibly send them crumbling down she’d avoid like the plague (or in this case, give a very stern warning to. Which she wouldn’t enjoy doing, especially not to either of them and especially not to poor Rose. Blanche understands, but rose seems to take it a little harder even after it clicks). I think there’s a chance of her warming up to the idea of a quick kiss on the cheek or linking arms, but it would never go very far on her part. & the others know (and would never cross) that! They know that if Dorothy is interested she’ll make it known.

Rose doesn’t hide her love for them, why would she? & in public the most of that energy gets thrown Blanches’ way (after she comes to understand Dorothy’s situation a little better, she’d never want to make her feel uncomfortable. The guilt would eat her alive). She shows the most affection towards Blanche but always makes sure that Dorothy knows that rose knows she’s also there. & that she loves her just as much. They share a look, & Dorothy smiles, & that’s enough for them.

Blanche, to me, is less touchy than I think most would like to believe. She loves the feeling of having someone (rose, mostly) on her arm or being on (hers). Her & Rose initiate equally & respond similarly. But blanche loves knowing that others know that she’s in love, for one reason or another. She’s not searching for external validation necessarily, I think she’s just a bit possessive. (Dorothy would also be that way, if she became that comfortable. Sort of an internal yes, she’s on my arm because she’s my wife. Jealous?) (and oh how Blanche would feed off jealous looks).

‘Choose one song that perfectly describes their relationship’

only one?!!! must I???

Because I can’t choose only one, I’m giving them each a song that I think describes their relationship perfectly from their perspective:

Dorothy: meadows in bloom by Jonathan Bree.

Rose: a lots gonna change by Weyes Blood.

Blanche: get free by lana del rey.

[arickaandherfictionalothers]

Aricka and Dori’s teen beach adventure- meant to be-!

Aricka was confused. One minute, she was on her way to talk to Steve Harrington- her favorite character from this move she was in-!- the next; she was falling into the arms of the other lead male of the movie- Billy Hargrove. The character Aricka Munson was supposed to fall for and help unite the bikers and surfers with-

Oh. No.

“Hi,” he says; helping her stand up. “I’m Billy. Billy Hargrove. Leader of the surfers.” He winks at her, but it didn’t really do anything for her.

“I, uh, hi,” she says, remembering her manners at least. “I’m Aricka Hopper.”

“A pretty name for a gorgeous chick,” he says. “Nice of you to drop in.”

“Um, sorry. I didn't see you.” She blushes, looks down at the ground. He tilts her chin up so she was looking back at those electric blue eyes.

“Now that you do, do you like what you see?” She squeaks and gently removed his hand from her chin.

“Sure. It was really nice to meet you- excuse me just a second-?” He nods and she runs over to Dori. “Dori, my best friend in the whole world, can I have a moment? A really quick, important moment.”

"Yeah, sure," they look back at Eddie, "Um... Eddie? It was really nice meeting you, but I've gotta help my friend with something," they start to turn away, but turn back for a second, "Bye." they give him a little wave as they start to walk with Aricka.

"Bye." He chuckles waving back.

"Come on," Dori says, guiding her friend to the exit, "We'll step out for a minute.” Once outside, she says, “"So, what's going on?"

Aricka takes a deep breath and glares at the water. “The mannequin with six rows of teeth just asked me out. Billy FREAKING Hargrove just asked me out because I TRIPPED on my dumb shoelaces and fell in his arms-.”

They stare at her, taking in everything she just said, "..... WHAT?!"

“Please tell me I didn’t change anything about the movie-?! I JUST wanted to talk to Steve. My shoe got untied and I didn’t see it until I was staring up into ocean blues instead of chocolate browns.”

"Okay. Okay, uhhh.... Hold on, let me think," Dori thinks back through the plot of the movie, "So, you said you ran into Billy and now he's got the hots for you. And, in the movie, Billy falls for Aricka MUNSON. So, that means..." their eyes widen in realization, "Oh... this is the exact opposite of what you wanted to hear, but you just caused a MAJOR change to the movie."

Aricka blanches. “I changed the movie-?!”

"You changed the movie!"

“Oh no. Oh no, no no no-!! No- can we fix this-?! Aricka Munson’s Billy’s EVERYTHING, we can’t ruin this-!”

"It's okay! Don't freak out," Dori tries to calm her down, "We can fix this... At least, I hope we can. We'd just have to get Billy to fall in love with the right Aricka. Which.... is probably gonna be REALLY difficult since he's convinced he's in love with you. But, I mean... we could probably do it."

“… meet Billy and me with Steve and Aricka Munson outside. We can fix this- hypothetically speaking.”

~~~~~

“Hi,” Aricka says; unable to believe she was talking to Billy- Aricka Munson should be doing this. Not her. She was basically being a homewrecker-!

Billy flashes her that boyish smile; and she couldn’t not admit that he had a cute smile. He just- wasn’t her type. She was into dorky brunette surfers. Not overconfident curly haired blue eyed ones. “Hi,” he says, strumming his guitar.

“Um, do you mind if I join you?” She asks, admiring the car he was leaning on- and he beckons her over.

“Of course not. I’d wanna join me, too.” So cute, in a 50s himbo style. “So, hey, I’ve never seen a chick quite like you.”

She winces; she hated being addressed as a chick or a babe. “Chick? Really? Hold on while I lay some eggs.”

He tilts his head in confusion. “Okay?”

She mentally face palms. “No, that was, um... Never mind. Thank you for the compliment. It’s nice.”

“Sure,” he says with a shrug. She notices the guitar and smiles; something they can talk about.

“So you play the guitar.”

“I know.” Ugh. Total, 1950s air-headed blonde surfer boy.

“No, no, I mean- are you good?”

He frowns in more confusion, “I feel a little tired but…” she cut him off,

“At playing the guitar?”

“Well, sure, when something inspires me.” He drops his voice suddenly, “If music be the food of love, play on”.

Her eyes light up, “Shakespeare-?”

“Huh? No, that was me. Sometimes I talk low for effect.”

“… well it works,” is all she could think to say.

“Thanks. I can do... High... Also, but chicks really dig low better,” and she had to hide a wince when he did his high voice.

“Yeah.”

“You know, I dig you, Aricka. You’re different than other girls around here. Can I write a song about you?”

“Uh, yes. What word rhymes with Aricka? Nothing. See? That’s a terrible song. Really, Tanner, you only like me because you, think that running into you was destiny, but... Not our destiny, your destiny, with someone that you’re meant to be with that isn’t me. See?” And then music begins to play and she sighs, “Oh, good. A song anyway.”

“I believe we all have a soul mate

The chance for a perfect duet…” Billy strums the guitar and looks her in the eyes, and she tries to match his emotion, but she had to pretend she was looking at Steve for it to even look natural,

“I believe in hopeless devotion

I just haven't found it yet

But in my mind I see

The chick, who is meant for me…” he dramatically tosses his guitar to the side and grabs her hand, dragging her off somewhere as he continues to sing,

“She'll be someone who is lovely

Someone wonderful and true…”

Meanwhile, with Dori, Eddie, Steve and Aricka, the latter girl was singing,

“The kind of boy who makes you smile

Even when you're feeling blue…”

Together though apart, Aricka Munson and Billy H sings,

“And I know, I know he/she's out there

Most definitely, oh yeah

Not a phony, or a fake

Sweeter than a chocolate shake

My "meant to be"

When it's meant to be

You go kinda crazy

Meant to be

You forget your own name

When it's meant to be

It's destiny callin'

And nothing ever will be the same!

Oh yeah!…”

Aricka stops in front of Billy, her hand on his chest as she sings out,

“You need a girl who's into music

To ride up high on Cupid's wings!”

Dori turns to Steve and adds, “Find that girl with perfect hair

Hello, Hollywood ending with strings-!”

Aricka and Dori sing about their respective love interests,

“Oh, I know, I know he's out there

Can't you see? Oh, yeah!

Maybe you've already met,

The one you'll never forget!

Your "meant to be"!

When it's meant to be!

The stars seem to glisten!

Meant to be!

All the clouds depart!

When it's meant to be!

That's destiny callin'!

And if you listen

You'll find your heart!”

The girls- Aricka H, Aricka M and Dori; all sing, thinking of the one they (thought they or actually did) love,

“Four eyes meet

And the meet is sweet

Could it lead to something more?”

Eddie; Steve and Billy echo them, thinking of their respective interests as well,

“What's the deal?

When the way you feel-?”

Dori and Aricka sing the last line; ripping the towel barrier away so Aricka M and Billy could see each other and Aricka and Steve could see each other-

“Oh!” Aricka M gasps, grabbing Steve’s hand and darting off.

“Gee..” Billy says as he grabs the other Aricka’s hand.

“Uh…?” Aricka manages before she’s dragged away.

“Plan B?” Dori wondered.

A dance break ensued; Steve and Aricka M together, Billy and Aricka H together, and to Dori’s delight, they were dancing with Eddie as they sang,

“When it's meant to be

You go kinda crazy

Meant to be

You forget your own name

When it's meant to be

It's destiny callin'

And nothing ever will be the same!”

The song ends and Aricka and Dori make their way back to each other. “… that didn’t go as well as I hoped…” Aricka says sheepishly.

“Don’t worry, we still have time to fix this. I’m gonna try and get invited to the surfer hang out , you get to the biker sleepover.”

“Okay. Deal.” And off they went on their separate ways.

~~~~~~~~

@astralshipper @rosieshipper @yeehawselfshipping @letsgofoletsgo @tsundere-selfship @callsign-revenge

[moonchild-things]

Chapter Fourteen: The Neko-Karasu Reunion

Summary: Shōyō Hinata loves volleyball! There is no doubt that all he really thinks about is volleyball. His sister, however, isn’t the same way. Sakura is ready to start her first year of high school at Karasuno with her twin brother and doesn’t really want to do anything, unlike Shōyō. Though she can’t help it when she gets dragged into the antics of the volleyball club.

Word Count: 6992

Blog Masterlist | Red Herring Masterlist | Last Chapter | Next Chapter

---

“SHŌ, DO YOU KNOW THEM?” SAKURA ASKED her brother as he gaped at the pair of Nekoma teens. She glanced between him and the excited girl and bored boy across from them. Sakura tilted her head as she observed them closely. The boy, with dyed blonde hair, seemed to want to disappear in his spot, obviously, he’s quite antisocial and doesn’t like having people look at him. No doubt Shōyō’s gaze on him was making him a bit uncomfortable. Though it would make anyone uncomfortable with how intense her brother was staring at him. Sakura then turned her gaze to the taller girl. She looked as though she were bouncing on the balls of her feet as she waved at Shōyō happily. While much taller than the average girl, Sakura could tell that she is probably just as excitable as her brother. Meaning they may as well as have the mentality and energy of a toddler.

“Kenma! Yua-senpai!” Shōyō shouted as he chased after them. He jumped up the steps and came to stand in front of them. 

Yua leaned down to the younger boy with her wide smile,  “Ah, there’s the little guy. Heya, Hinata!”

“Y-y-you’re on the Nekoma team?” He stuttered out in surprise. Though it made sense now, now Kenma had volleyball shoes and both of the teens were wearing what seemed to be red jackets, obviously Nekoma colors.

Kenma nodded his head, “Uh, yeah.”

Yua smiled widely, “yup!”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Shōyō asked.

“You never asked,” Kenma shrugged his shoulders lightly.

Shōyō stared at him, “But you said “later”. You must have known something!”

“The words “Karasuno High School” were on your t-shirt,” Kenma stated only for Shōyō to blanch at that. How hadn’t he realized that?

Before they could continue their conversation, a mohawk-rocking ace had decided to stalk up to them. “Hey, hey, hey!” He loomed over Shōyō, “What business do you have with our setter and manager?”

“Hey…” Kenma said, seeing that Shōyō had jumped in fear.

Yua huffed at his intimidation tactic, “Tora.”

Shōyō started to back away, “I-I’m sorry!”

Though he just ended up running into his own team's attack dog, “What about you?” Tanaka grunted, “What business do you have with our first-year? Eh?”

“What’s it to you?” Yamamoto asked as the two glared at each other, “Eh?”

“You wanna rumble, city boy? Eh?”

Off to the side, Sakura stared at the interaction in disbelief. “Oh no,” she facepalmed with a cringe, “there’s two of them.” Kiyoko just chuckled from beside the younger girl. Sakura certainly didn’t know what she could do now that she’s got another Tanaka to be around. Hopefully, she doesn’t have to see him around all that much.

Yua looked in between the two boys in fascination, “Whoa, it’s like they’re long-lost twins.”

Though as the flames flickered between Tanaka and Yamamoto, the team mothers slid over to take care of them. First, it was Suga who tutted, “We’re going to “fight”. That’s why we’re here to play the match. And stop the “city boy” thing. It’s embarrassing.”

“Erk…!” Tanaka was the first to be reprimanded.

Next up was Yaku, “Yamamoto, you’re always quick to pick a fight. Stop it. It makes you look stupid.”

Yamamoto also flinched, “Erk…!”

The two teens were now sulking, nearly identically to each other as the two third-years spoke with each other. Yaku scratched the back of his head, "I’m sorry about that. He’s an embarrassment.”

“I’m sorry, too.” Suga said, “I’m embarrassed.”

“Ahhh!!” Suddenly, Yamamoto started to scream for no other reason than catching sight of Kiyoko who had started to walk by. He clutched his chest as though he were about to have a heart attack, “Gahh! A lady… manager… beauty…”

“Score!” Shibiyama exclaimed.

Inuoka agreed with a large smile, “A lady manager.”

The two high-fived, “We win yakisoba bread!”

With tears running down his face, Yamamoto rushed off like a drama queen. “I’ll make you regret this!” The beauty that is Kiyoko is just too much for him to handle it seems. After all, even if he was expecting Karasuno to have such a pretty girl as their manager, he wasn’t expecting a Goddess!

“Taketora-san, you can’t escape!” Yaku shouted after him as they all started to head into the gym.

Kageyama then walked up to Shōyō with Sakura trailing up behind him. Her hands were stuffed deeply into her pockets as her usual accessory, her camera, swung around her neck. “How come you know them?” Kageyama asked.

“I met them by coincidence during a town run.” Shōyō explained to them, “Kenma said he’s Nekoma’s setter.”

Flames then started to build up behind Kageyama, as well as in his eyes as he heard that, “Setter…”

“Erk!” Shōyō jumped once again in fear.

Sakura eyed them before grabbing both of their arms, effectively breaking Kageyama out of his intense star, and pulled them into the gym. “Come on, you guys best start warming up.” She is certainly going to have such fun being around yet another group of volleyball idiots.

---

Both teams headed into the gym. After the harsh handshake between the captains, and a conversation between coaches, the boys all got dressed and started their stretches. This match between the cats and crows is certainly going to be interesting.

Just as Sakura was heading over to the Karasuno bench to take a set, a shadow loomed over her. Now, while just about everyone could stand over her, this was someone who was exceptionally taller than her. What does beanpole want? She scowled mentally and turned to see what the blond giant wanted. Only to find that it wasn’t Tsukishima. Instead, a pair of curious, sharp green eyes look down at her intensely. It’s that other girl that Shōyō ran into the other day. The stare almost made Sakura feel uncomfortable like this older girl could see right through her.

“Say,” Yua chirped, “you must be another Hinata. His… sister?” When she spotted the other head of orange hair, Yua grew interested. She quickly noticed that this girl was nearly identical to the boy she’s just met. She can’t lie, Yua may have mistaken this other girl for a boy. That was until she turned around and Yua could see that she in fact was not a boy.

“Yes, I’m his twin sister,” Sakura answered coolly. She’s not sure what to think of this girl, she seems nice from the kindness in her eyes and genuine curiosity swimming in them.

Yua jumped excitedly, “Oh, twins! I’ve never met twins before!”

“Okay.” Her short reply and bored tone kind of reminded Yua of Kenma. Does that mean that she’s just as unmotivated as him? Oh, only one way to really find out. Befriending her is the first step!

“You can call me Yua-senpai!” She flashed Sakura a thumbs-up with her dazzling smile, “What should I call you?”

Sakura stared at her as her eyes narrowed slightly, “Hinata…”

“Oh, but what if I confuse you with your brother?” Yua tilted her head, “I mean, you two already look nearly identical, you must get mistaken for each other all the time.” 

Sakura flinched slightly at the remainder and muttered out, “More like I only get mistaken for Shōyō.”

Yua then leaned down to her height so they were eye to eye. The sharp gaze from Yua, that pin Sakura was definitely unnerving. The older girl just tilted her head, “So, come on, what’ll I call you besides Hinata.” Yua loves getting to know people. It’s easy for her to make friends, she makes good friends with even the unlikeliest of people. She just has that aura around her that most people find extremely likable. Her charming smile and kind eyes always give people a sense of security. So Yua certainly loves having a plethora of friends from school and beyond!

Sakura just stared at her blankly and turned away from her, “Hinata-chan.”

“Boo,” Yua blew a raspberry at the younger girl's dismissive answer. Though she didn’t let that deter her as she followed after her. “So your team has two managers? I must say, I’m a bit jealous that you have another girl to hang around.” Yua then placed a hand on her chin, “Maybe I should convince Akane to join the team...” 

“I’m not a manager,” Sakura grunted. Honestly, Sakura was starting to think this girl was pestering her much like a mosquito.

“Oh?” Yua gasped in surprise. She should have suspected that being the case, especially because the girl wasn’t wearing a volleyball jacket or anything. Also, the camera around her neck should have been some sort of giveaway. “Then what are you doing with the team then?”

Sakura raised her camera from around her neck, “I’m a photographer. I just tag along to all of their practices and matches.”

“Whoa! Really!” Yua’s eyes sparkled, “That must be so cool! I should convince coach Nekomata to do the same thing!” Just imagine it, their own personal photographer following them around to take photos!

The orange-haired girl stared at her, somewhat uncomfortable with how Yua was so enthused by this. “...Sure.” Yua seems like a nice person, but Sakura certainly isn’t open to speaking so freely with her. Making friends at her own school is already somewhat of a challenge, trying to do it with teens from other schools is completely off the table at the moment. Sakura is only just starting to open up more, and she would like to make sure that she does it to the right people. She can’t really gauge if Yua is the right person for plenty of reasons. Besides, this is the first time Sakura is meeting her, and probably wouldn’t see her for a long while afterward since they attend different schools.

Across the court, Endo stared at the Nekoma team with gleaming eyes. He really had yet to tear his eyes away from the one person that he had been staring at basically ever since he first laid eyes on him, “Now, would you look at him.”

Suga looked up from tying his shoes, “Huh?”

“The cat captain, what’s his name?” Endo nodded over to said guy who was talking with his team’s setter. The tall boy had certainly caught Endo’s attention since the moment he walked into the gym.

“I’m not sure,” Asahi answered with a frown. He wasn’t really liking the tone that had slathered itself all over Endo’s words.

Daichi’s eyebrows twitched slightly as they all turned to the other captain, “His name’s Kuroo Tetsurou.”

“Oh, Kuroo Tetsurou~.” Endo purred as he eyed the captain up and down. “My, my isn’t he a handsome fellow.”

Suga punched Endo in the shoulder, causing the blond to yelp in pain, “Calm down there, Endo. No need to get hot and bothered before a game.”

“You can’t blame me though!” Endo pouted, “Sure, his bedhead is obviously a bit messy, but it certainly adds to his… appearance.”

“Don’t ogle our opponents, Endo,” Daichi chastised him, “We’ve been over this!”

“What? It’s not my fault some guys are hot!”

Asahi grunted and got up. A blank expression was now on his face as he marched past his friends, “Let’s just get ready.”

The trio of third-years watched him head off in a mixture of confusion and suspicion. Endo tilted his head as he best friend seemed to be bothered by something, “Huh.” He turned to Daichi and Suga who were eyeing Asahi with raised eyebrows. Though there was a small knowing gleam in their eyes as they moved their stare between their ace and drama queen. Endo huffed, “Did Asahi wake up on the wrong side of bed today?”

The two shared a look with each other, realizing that Endo didn’t see it. So not to give Asahi away, the two just shrugged their shoulders, “Maybe.”

Endo hummed, unsure what to really make of it. Though he just brushed it off. Asahi just might be a bit jittery about playing in a match again after so long. That must be why he seemed so bothered just then.

After stretches, both teams huddled up together for their captains to give their pre-game speeches. The Karasuno boys all circled around their captain. “Let me be frank,” Daichi started off, “We’ve all just met. We’re awkward and fragmented. But regardless, we’re facing our first match. We know nothing about Nekoma’s team or the kind of walls we’ll hit. But when we find a wall, that’s our chance to jump over it.” Each of them nodded their heads in agreement.

Sakura leaned over to Kiyoko, “Daichi is pretty good at motivational speeches.” Kiyoko hummed and nodded her head.

“We will now commence the practice game between Nekoma High and Karasuno High!”

All the boys bowed to each other, “Thank you for the game!”

The boys all got into their formations, obviously, it was the lineup that Ukai had come up beforehand. Even now, standing on the sidelines with the other benchwarmers, Endo didn’t care that he wasn’t in the game. If he played, he played, if he didn’t, oh well. It’s not the end of the world for him if he’s not put into the game.

Setting her camera up on the right settings, Sakura got herself ready to take a few photos. After all, since she’s on the bench, she’ll get a far better angle from here since she’s close up. In a real game, she certainly wouldn’t get to sit so close to the action.

So the game started with Kenma making the first serve. On the Nekoma bench, Yua cheered, “nice serve, Ken!”

The ball soared over the net right towards the Karasuno ace. “I’m open!” He called out and retrieved the ball, only for it to veer off course a bit, “I’m sorry, it was too short!”

Nishinoya shouted at him, “It’s your fault for skipping a whole month!”

“I’m sorry!”

Daichi yelled as the ball soared overhead, “Kageyama, cover it!”

“Right!” The setter called before setting the ball for the quick freak. It certainly left Nekoma in a tizzy after seeing something as fast as that.

“That was really fast,” Inouka gasped, “What was that?”

“A fast attack from that far away?” Yaku marveled.

“What was that?” Coach Nekomata grumbled out in disbelief, “He didn’t even look at the toss.” On the Karasuno bench, Takeda and Ukai both smirked viciously. Sakura had half the mind to chop the back of their necks to get those disturbing expressions off their faces. However, she wouldn’t do that to an adult, she’s not willing to get in trouble for it.

Yua gaped like a fish out of water, “how can someone be that quick?”

Kenma walked up to Shōyō with wonder in his eyes, “That’s amazing. I’m surprised.”

So after Nekoma got over their shock for such a surprising quick attack, the next point was played. Though this time, Shōyō was the perfect decoy and led the Nekoma blockers astray giving Asahi the opening to get a point.

Nekomata chuckled on the bench, “You could hardly expect him to retrieve that.”

The next point was played, however, it was Shōyō’s serve. Those never work out, including this one where the ball just hit the net. Shōyō cringed, “I-I’m sorry!”

“Hinata, you dumbass!” Kageyama shouted at him as Nishinoya ran back onto the court after his short conversation with Suga.

“Shake it off, guys!”

Takeda tilted his head, “Nishinoya sure switches a lot.”

“Yes, Sir, the libero specializes in defense,” Suga explained to the teacher, “In our team, the middle blockers, Hinata and Tsukishima, rotate to the rear guard to hit serves, and when one rally is finished, Nishinoya makes the switch.” The club advisor nodded his head at the explanation, glad that he has someone around to explain how to play the game. 

The game continued on as a few more points were won by both teams. Eventually, Karasuno ended up in the lead with 10-7. All the while, Kenma was watching them with his sharp, keen eyes. Eventually, coach Nekomata ended up calling a time-out. They certainly needed to discuss what they were going to do to try and compensate for that freak quick that Karasuno has.

Nekoma gathered around their old coach as Yua handed the boys some water bottles and patted them on the backs for a job well done. “They have a good libero and spiker.” Nekomata started, “the most ridiculous of the lot is their setter. He’s a monster. He speed tosses to the spiker’s optimum striking point. He has enough control to thread a needle.” Yua shivered at that description of the other setter. The skill that that first-year actually has is somewhat terrifying. Watching him play is like seeing some sort of miracle, add in Shōyō and it becomes even more impressive, in Yua’s opinion. “Anyway, you can’t do anything about a genius. But they’re not gonna win this thing just because they happen to have one genius on the team.” They then all looked to their resident genius.

Kenma thought for a moment, “If Shōyō is the heart of their offence… all we need to do is stop Shōyō.”

“Shōyō?” Yamamoto questioned.

Yua perked up, “The orange-haired shorty!”

“That #9 and #10 are, in a matter of speaking… an oni and his iron club.” Nekomata grumbled, “For starters, we steal the oni’s iron club.”

“We can’t let Shōyō move around so much,” Kenma said as he started to strategize, “From what I’ve seen, Shōyō simply dashes to where there are no blockers. So if the blockers move to one side, he’ll move to the opposite side.” He then  turned to one of the first-year middle blockers, “Then all we have to do is chase him.”

Inuoka nodded his head, “Yes!”

“I think anyone would be shocked the first time they saw that attack. But even if we can’t clear the first round of the game, as they keep repeating the same move… we’ll get used to it.”

The game continued on as the time-out ended. This time, Nekoma had somewhat more of a plan to try and deter the quick attack from Karasuno. So the boys started up the play for the next point as those on the Karasuno bench watched the game with a mixture of emotions. “Amazing!” Takeda exclaimed happily, “We’re doing well.”

Though Ukai shivered as they observed the game, “I’m getting the creeps.”

“Huh?” Takeda tilted his head as he and Sakura looked over to the coach.

Ukai eyed the Nekoma team, uncertainty painting his features, “Like we’re being watched and analyzed.”

“This team certainly lives up to their name, the cats.” Sakura idly commented as she snapped a photo of Asahi, “They’re far more observant than Aoba Johsai was.”

Takeda leaned over Ukai to get a look at the teen girl, “What do you think the team should do about that?”

Sakura thought for a moment and just watched the game. She clicked her tongue, “There’s not much they can do. Especially with that setter of theirs.” She eyed Kenma critically. While she can see he’s not exactly the most athletic person, he sure is intelligent. The way that he can seemingly control not only his own team but predict what Karasuno could do was a weapon that the crows can’t really beat. “He’s watching everyone closely, specifically Shōyō. The surprise of the quick attack has worn off a bit. If they’re able to slow him down enough, you’ll lose your greatest decoy.” They’d have to outsmart Kenma if they wanted to keep Shōyō’s quick attack as effective as it was in the beginning. Though she doubted that would happen. Not only is Kenma smart and observant, but Nekoma as a whole has extreme receiving skills. Sakura certainly thought that it was going to be a tough game for Karasuno.

The game continued on for a while longer, as Shōyō had been swapped out for Nishinoya. Kageyama then raised his hand and shouted out, “Right!”

“What?” Shōyō asked skeptically, “Kageyama called for a toss?”

Nishinoya hit it and set it for the first-year, “Kageyama, last!”

Impressively, Kageyama was easily able to hit the ball right past the blockers, which certainly surprised everyone. “Hey, that was a straight-down!” Kageyama pointed right at Shōyō who bristled. “You go straight along the sideline. You need to learn to choose your hits!”

“His high spec-ness seriously pisses me off!” Tanaka gritted his teeth as everyone stared at Kageyama with either irritation of surprise.

Suga nodded his head, “You said it.”

“Tobio-chan is as big of a prodigy as I thought.” Yeah, Endo understood why Oikawa was annoyed with his kohai now. Endo certainly is a bit put off by just how talented Kageyama is.

They watched as Nekoma’s #7 seemed to get even closer to blocking Shōyō’s spikes. At first, it started out as just a fingertip getting to touch the ball and he was slowly getting closer and closer to completely blocking the spikes. Sakura has to admit, it was impressive of him to do that, being just as quick as her brother is quite surprising. Though a bit anxiety-inducing for Karasuno. Not only that but Nekoma had moved their blockers, just as Kenma said, and seemingly trapped Shōyō and minimized his space for spiking.

Not only did she notice that, but she saw how Kenma was able to trick Tsukishima. While she hates having to admit it, Tsukishima is an intelligent player. Not only is he an extremely tall player, but he also is good at strategizing and observing certain aspects of the game. So for Kenma to mislead the glasses-wearing player, was both impressive and worrying. Kenma isn’t really a one-of-a-kind player like this, not really. There are plenty of players who are observant and such while playing. So if Karasuno couldn’t find a way to overcome such a player then they’d certainly have trouble winning any game against players like that.

Back on the Nekoma bench, Yua leaned forward as she watched the game intently. There was a part of her that was itching to actually play in the game. She would love to play against Karasuno, especially Shōyō and Kageyama. They’re monsters, and she certainly wants to see how well she would fare against them. 

“He hates being around others and became so conscious of their eyes that he learned how to scrutinize.” Nekomata commented to Yua and Shibayama. “He has good prediction skills. The type of prediction based on character type and skill sets.” 

Yua nodded her head, “He can see even the smallest of details in people’s movements, it almost looks like he’s psychic!”

Nekomata smiled at the enthusiasm dripping from Yua’s mouth as she spoke of her good friend. His sharp eyes then gleamed in the light, “Although that isn’t what makes our team strong.”

Nekoma's manager agreed completely. Her large yet sharp eyes turned back to the game as she watched her friends have a pretty intense yet fun time against their nemesis. She certainly loves getting to see this team play, especially Kuroo and Kenma. They are her greatest friends after all!

---

Yua has known Kenma just about most of her life. Ever since they were in elementary together, Kuroo had forced him to try and make friends with her. While Kuroo was Kenma’s first friend, Yua is his second. Since they were in the same classes, it was easy for Yua to work her way into Kenma’s life. It also didn’t help that Kuroo was more than happy to try and force all three of them to become friends. He may act annoyed by it, but Kenma will mentally admit that he does enjoy his two best friend’s company. 

The brown-haired girl was outgoing and loud, so it was easy for her to make friends as a kid. Just about everyone loved how charismatic and kind she is which drew in plenty of people into her circle of friends. However, Kuroo and Kenma are her closest friends. Even above her cousin, which he would like to argue about, but she wouldn’t tell him that.

Kuroo had eventually gotten his two friends interested in volleyball, even convinced Kenma to join the volleyball club in junior high school. It was a bit of a hassle for the two others to get Kenma to agree to it. He isn’t that into sports and would rather just play his video games. On the other hand, Yua has always been a sporty person. She played a different array of sports, though she didn’t usually stick with one sport for long. One year she was in the tennis club, the next the basketball club, then the soccer club, and eventually the volleyball club. She really couldn’t sit still and wanted to try everything out while in school.

By the time that she and Kenma had gone from junior high to high school, Kuroo had once again gotten Kenma into the volleyball club. Yua had offered to sign up as well to be the team manager but was shot down by Kuroo. For what reason, she wasn’t exactly sure. So that year, she focused on playing for Nekoma’s girl’s volleyball team. 

However, when their first-year came to an end and Yua could see how Kenma wasn’t sure if he would stick with volleyball, she may have gone behind Kuroo’s back and signed up as manager. Sure, Kuroo was a bit annoyed by it, but was eventually fine with it. Besides, it just meant more time getting to hang out with his favorite girl, so why was he complaining.

Being a manager was different than actually being a player on a team, but Yua adjusted easily. She loved getting to know that team and befriending them. They all quickly became good friends thanks to her disarming charm and charismatic personality. She has fun as manager and being around her best friends nearly all the time. Perhaps she’ll stick with being manager next year as well!

---

“He doesn’t stand out,” Takeda commented as they watched the game intently. Already seeing that Nekoma was starting to pull a bit of a lead on Karasuno.

Ukai hummed and turned to the teacher beside him, “Hmm?”

Takeda placed a hand on his chin in thought, “It’s obvious to an amateur that our Kageyama gives off sharp vibes. Nekoma’s setter might indeed be doing amazing things but it’s hard to tell by watching him.”

“That’s due to the stability of their receiving.” Ukai said, “The most important part of setting up a wide variety of attacks are receivers that deliver the ball neatly above the head of the setter. Those receivers enable their setter to utilize his best potential. Karasuno’s setter, Kageyama, is holding together his uncoordinated team with overwhelming talent. While Nekoma’s setter, Kozume, is supported by the receiving skills of his entire team.”

Clicking her tongue and joining in on their conversation, Sakura seemingly abandoned her camera to focus solely on the game. “Kenma is also quite muted with his presence,” Sakura commented watching the game closely, more specifically her brown eyes were pinpointed on the setter himself, “the type of person to be looked over unless you were specifically looking for him. It’s actually quite good, if their opponents are paying attention to the receivers and not him, then Kenma has free reign with his plays.” She hummed in thought. Having little to no presence on the court is a bit of an advantage. If no one is paying attention to you, that gives you plenty of opportunities to gain points for your team or trick the opponent. This is evident from the fact that Kenma and Nekoma have already done that a bit. Add in the fact that Kenma himself is observant and that can be quite a powerful weapon. Kageyama has raw skill and talent, she can’t deny that, but at times he’s too flamboyant with his plays. He has everyone watching him and monitoring his every move. He can’t exactly male sneaky plays like Kenma might because every eye is on him.

“We don’t need a superman for an ace,” Nekomata said, “as long as we earn the points one by one, slowly but surely.” Yua smiled at that and nodded her head. Yes, that is certainly how Nekoma always wins!

 Yamamoto was able to score yet another point for Nekoma, bringing the score to 24-22, match point for the cats. If Karasuno messed up now, they would lose the set! So the next serve was sent over the set to Karasuno. Just, as usual, Kageyama set the ball for Shōyō like they have dozens of times before.

However, Sakura saw it. Nekoma’s #7 had gotten his entire hand in front of the ball. There was nothing that Shōyō could do to avoid the block as he spiked the ball only for it to come hurtling back onto Karasuno’s side. Sakura could see how… startled her brother looked at the revelation that someone was able to catch up to him. For the first time since Shōyō had learned that he has the skill to perform a quick freak, he was learning that it wasn’t some overpowered talent he had. She knew it would happen eventually, but not the second practice match that they played. Still, it’s better to learn that now rather than later, she thought.

So Shōyō stared up at the taller boy on the other side of the net who smiled triumphantly, “I finally caught you!”

And that was the end of the first set with Nekoma as the victor. The teams both crowded around their benches now for a short break. Of course, each team was going to use this as an opportunity to try and come up with a plan to deal with the other. Shōyō seemed to be even more upset about all of this than Sakura would have thought. She could see how downtrodden he really was now that he was up close. While they all crowded around to hear what Ukai might have to say, Sakura rested a hand on her brother’s shoulder. She isn’t usually one for comforting people, but her brother is obviously the exception.

“Hey, we can’t let every little thing get us down,” Kageyama said, trying to lift Shōyō’s spirit a bit, “We’re going to take back the next set!”

Ukai nodded his head, “There is no spike that can’t be stopped. Don’t get distracted.”

“Let’s nail the next one, Hinata!” Tanaka pumped his fist.

Endo ruffled Shōyō’s hair, “It’s not as bad as it can be, little guy.”

“Smash it in!” Nishinoya cheered encouragingly.

Getting the encouragement from his team seemed to lighten his heart as he smiled determinedly, “Yessir!”

The second set started up, with Nekoma getting the first few points. It was slightly frustrating for Karasuno to try and slow them down. However, even if they were able to get the ball onto the cats' side of the net they could easily receive it. Not only that, but Inuoka was becoming consistent with blocking Shōyō. At this point, it seemed like there really wasn’t a way for Shōyō to get around him. Which was a thought on Sakura’s mind… and not just her. 

Ukai huffed slightly as he could feel the stares from two teens. One of them sitting on the bench beside him and the other from one of his players. “Do you two have something to say?” Both Sakura and Tsukishima jumped at being caught and scowled at each other for having the same thought. “Are you wondering why I don’t swap out Hinata-kun?”

“Not really,” Tsukishima grunted.

Sakura mumbled, “No.”

“If this was an official game, I might swap him out,” the blond coach said, “But right now, this is his chance to find the solution. However, if that results in him losing his will to fight, maybe I should take him out of the game once.”

Sakura hummed at his explanation. That really does make sense, she thought. She eyed Ukai as she teased him, “...You almost sound like a coach there.”

“Huh?!”

A few more points were scored and lost by Karasuno. No matter what Shōyō tried to do, Inuoka was there right beside him to block his spikes. It didn’t seem like much else was going to happen. Though Ukai is right, if Shōyō can figure out a way to bypass a blocker now, then it’ll only mean success in the future.

“It’s the spirit-breaking ‘human wall’.” Nekomata commented to his players that were on the bench with him, “The more you hit it, the more your heart breaks.”

Yua nodded her head at the coach’s words. She’s had that feeling before, whenever she played volleyball and she had to go up against players who were taller than her, though that was somewhat rare. The second-year then turned to look back at the court and found a peculiar sight as her sights were set on Shōyō. “Now would you look at that.”

Nekomata, much like everyone else on the court stared at Shōyō in surprise, “He smiled.”

It seems like Shōyō wasn’t upset about that anymore. If anything, Sakura would say that he looks excited about this. She speculates that he might be excited about actually having someone that can keep up with him or something, but she doesn’t really know what is going on in his head.

They started the battle for the next point. Kageyama once again set it to Shōyō to try to get around the blocker again. This time, however, Shōyō kept his eyes open. It was shocking to everyone to see it, even Sakura’s eyes widened. Though it didn’t work since Shōyō completely missed the ball and fell onto the floor on his back.

The bench-warmers were in shock as Suga blinked, “Hinata-kun was looking at the toss.”

“Yea,” Yamaguchi agreed, speechless.

“Until now, he left the ball fully up to Kageyama and just took the swing!”

“Is Hinata-kun…” Endo muttered, “actually trying to evolve their freakish quick!?”

Ukai jumped up from the bench, “T-time out!”

The whistle blew as the teams grouped up again. Shōyō jumped as Kageyama walked up to him, “I-it’s not like I don't trust your tosses…” He placed a hand on his chin, “How can I say it?”

Kageyama stared at the shorter boy in confusion, “What’s with the panic?”

“Kageyama,” Ukai said, drawing the boy’s attention, “I want you to give slightly weaker tosses to Hinata-kun. Rather than the usual direct delivery…”

The boy’s eyes widened slightly, “Indirect delivery.”

Shōyō tilted his head, “Huh? In…”

“Rather than the usual powerful, straight trajectory toss, it needs to float a little.” Their coach explained, “It might be tricky to change it up so suddenly.”

“I’ll do it,” Kageyama 

Endo muttered to Suga with a small amount of annoyance, “Of course he will.” Was it even a question of whether or not Kageyama could change up his playing style so quickly? He’s a prodigy after all!

The whistle then blew as the players all ran back onto the court now that the time-out was over. Takeda turned to Ukai, “Why would you have him change the toss?”

“To give Hinata-kun freedom in midair. A moment ago, he attempted to dodge the blocker in midair.” He explained, “He probably tried to mimic the technique to dodge a blocker. Though he didn’t manage it at all.”

So Shōyō and Kageyama tried their new quick. Though it barely worked, like at all. Most of the time, Shōyō missed the ball. Even if he did hit the ball, it was so weak that Nekoma could easily receive it.

Seeing them not totally working out, Ukai stood up once again, “One more time-out!”

“Hinata-kun,” Tanaka walked up to the younger boy, “you need to calm down.”

Shōyō jumped and nodded his head,“Yessir! I-I’m sorry, I keep making mistakes.”

The shaved-headed boy laughed loudly, “What are you talking about? I always get to hit the ball unmarked thanks to you! I think I’m allowed to totally own a game once in a while!”

Nishinoya placed his hands on his hip, “Although Asahi is scoring more points than you!”

“You shaddap!” Tanaka exclaimed, “Anyway, it’s all good! Right, Asahi!”

“Uh, yeah, he’s right. We’ll make the points back.”

The blond middle blocker then slid up behind Shōyō with a smirk, “If you keep screwing up you could be swapped out.”

Shōyō bristled fear as Tanaka reprimanded the other first-year, “Tsukishima!”

Daichi walked up behind Tsukishima and clapped him on the shoulder, effectively getting Tsukishima to quiet down, “If you’re on the verge of learning something, keep at it. You jump alone, but we’re all here, right behind you.” The rest of the team smiled widely at that, proving that Daichi is right. Daichi then turned to their team's teddy bear and slapped him on the back, “After all, the ace claims he’s going to win back all those points.”

“Daichi, don’t put pressure on Asahi!” Suga laughed, “What will you do if you hurt him?”

Nishinoya nodded his head as he joined in on the teasing, “He’s right! He has a heart of glass!”

“Look at how flustered and worried he looks.” Endo said while poking Asahi’s cheek, “How adorable!”

Tanaka exclaimed, “Please stop ganging up on him!” Though Endo just continued to mess with his best friend until the game was called back into play. Oh, how he loves embarrassing his friend!

Shōyō tried to make his spikes each time it was set for him. Though no matter what he did, it wasn’t that effective. Still, this could be a turning point for Shōyō, and the evolution that he desperately needs.

“Ahh… Again,” Takeda groaned out as they watched the cats get another point because Shōyō weakly hit the ball over, “all he can do is hit returns. What can we do to help him improve?”

Those on the bench turned to the coach hoping that he would have the answer. “It’s only natural that he can’t do plays that he’s never done before.” He said, “But everything you learn, you learn by doing. Remember Karasuno’s Little Giant?”

Takeda nodded his head while Sakura looked away with indifference, “The ace Hinata-kun idolizes?”

“He lived up to his name,” Ukai started as he started to talk about the famed high school player. “He was only 170cm tall. In the beginning, he was constantly blocked. But in the latter half of his second year, he was peerless when it came to battling mid-air. He couldn’t overcome the blockers’ height, so he aimed at spaces in between them. He’d make the ball touch the blockers’ fingertips on purpose and make it ricochet. That’s how he conceived his own style of battle as a short player. I’m just repeating the story my granddad told me.”

Sakura completely understood why her brother idolized the Tiny Giant. He had seemingly overcome a disadvantage that he hadn’t been able to control. Shōyō has always been about wanting to go above and beyond everyone’s expectations, even her own. Though it’s not like she had many expectations for her brother. Still, she’s more than proud of what he’s done so far. Even if Shōyō doesn’t do that well during his games or anything, she will always be proud of her brother as long as he puts in the effort. Which he always puts in more than enough effort.

Takeda dragged Sakura from her thoughts, “Former Coach Ukai?”

“Yeah. I remember everything my granddad told me really well.” Ukai then quoted his grandfather, “Because people don’t have wings… we look for ways to fly.”

“So in short,” Sakura voiced as she tilted her head, “practice makes perfect?”

“Exactly,” Ukai nodded his head since that was the point he was making.

Sakura shrugged her shoulders, “Makes sense, besides it’s not like Shōyō has been able to really grow as a player due to the fact that he hasn’t played many games.” She eyed her brother as Kageyama set him another ball. She’s sure that if Shōyō had an official team during junior high, then he would definitely be a better player now. Though as long as he gets better for the official games then it’s fine. “Still some times, no matter how much you practice you’ll hit a wall at some point.” Even if she has some hope in her brother’s skills, there was a part of her that didn’t want to be too optimistic. The pessimism in her was reminding her that there were still obstacles against her brother, like his height, and that might hinder his progress as a player. You can only get as good as your body would allow after all. Her brother might have plenty of stamina and raw athleticism, but it may run out eventually. At least, in her opinion. There’s no telling what Shōyō might end up doing, he’s full of plenty of surprises.

Back to the game, Shōyō jumped up again to spike the ball. However, this time it was different. Instead of hitting it straight, it curved right around Inuoka’s blocks. It completely avoided him! It was even too much for Yaku to try and cover. For just a moment, it seemed like a large improvement was made for their freak quick. Though the whistle blew and apparently the ball had gone out.

“Shucks, that was out!” Takeda groaned loudly as he pulled at his hair.

Sakura smirked, a swell of pride washing over her, “even if it was, it seems like Shōyō’s solving his problem on his own.”

On the court, everyone was in awe at that. Sure, it had lost Karasuno the point, but it was an improvement for Shōyō that certainly would lead the team to success. “That was awesome…” Inuoka gasped as he turned to the shorter boy in amazement, “That was awesome, Shōyō!”

He then looked up with his eyes filled with determination, “One more!”

---

Blog Masterlist | Red Herring Masterlist | Last Chapter | Next Chapter

[girl8890]

R Town | Ch.24

Jimin x Taehyung

word count: 3.1k

POV: Jimin

Warnings: Mental health struggles, Domestic violence (implied).

Index | Ch.25

。・°°・°°・。 。・°°・°°・。 。・°°・°°・。

"If I asked, would you call one of your people to kill someone for me?"

Taehyung takes a sip of his whiskey, puts it down on the coaster in front of him on the coffee table, then looks at me with a raised eyebrow. "Do you really even need to ask?"

I sigh and slouch in my seat. Even though it's weirdly romantic that Taehyung is saying yes to my question, I wouldn't ask him to do that. I would rather picture strangling Felix to death than actually doing it, so I respond, "Never mind."

Taehyung doesn't take my simple response as the end of the conversation though, he turns in his seat to face me and lifts up my legs so they rest on his thighs, rubbing at my knee with his thumb for comfort. "I'm guessing M was the person you were just on the phone with?"

"Yup," I pop the P with my answer.

"And Felix is doing stupid shit," He rolls his eyes, equally hating the man as much as me, but for probably different reasons. "That's not a question by the way."

I crack a smile, but it didn't reach my ears, then nod my head. Of course, Felix is doing stupid shit. He's taking my sister away! Again! I wish I had a way to figure this all out. A way to make everything for my sister better.

"Even though I know you won't ask, or let, me kill him. What about me doing some digging on him?"

My eyes widen and I sit up in my seat. "Wait, really? You would do that for me?"

Taehyung rolls his eyes, and I know before he even says, "Again, do you really even need to ask? That, and I can tell this is bothering you."

"Bothering me? Try full on making me angry! He's taking M with him out of town. For good!" I slap my hands on my legs, and Taehyung takes them in his hands. His flat expression shows he doesn't fully care about M, but he does care that this is making me this way.

"I'm guessing that's why you hung up on her so suddenly?" I nod my head enthusiastically. "And there leaving...?"

"Tomorrow. In the morning. Will you go with me?" I ask, a little nervous. I don't think I could I face Felix alone, even if it's just to say goodbye to my sister.

And Taehyung must be thinking the same thing because his eyebrows raise again, but this time to say, "No shit I'm going. You think I want you anywhere near that fuck face brother-in-law of yours?"

I blanch at the title 'brother-in-law' he just gave Felix to connect him to me. I've never seen Felix as my brother-in-law, just a guy that ruined my sister's life by marrying her.

"Fuck... tomorrow we're going to have an interesting morning."

Taehyung pulls me closer to him, wrapping his arms around my waist and then kissing my forehead. "Yes we are, baby."

。・°°・°°・。 。・°°・°°・。 。・°°・°°・。

I tried my best to not pay attention to Felix's glare, but it was one that was meant to kill and I felt every sting of it. Luckily, I have a boyfriend that glares just as hard.

Of course, Taehyung came with me and drove, all to witness my last goodbye with my sister. Holding her in my arms for the last time brings me back to the time when she walked into my room that dreadful night. It was quiet, like this morning, but minus the two businessmen glaring are their targets.

It gets to the point where I roll my eyes, detach my arms from M for a second, and speak to the both of them when I say, "Can you both start a war somewhere else? Kinda having a moment with my sister here."

My sister giggles at my comment on the two men's glaring, and right before Felix has some smart remark back, Taehyung says to Felix, "If you say one single fucking thing to Jimin right now, I swear you'll regret it." Then Taehyung ends with a businessman smile. I laugh at this, especially when Felix rolls his eyes in defeat, or just does not caring enough.

"Whatever," Felix says instead of any half-ass remark. "Just make it quick. I'll be in the car, wife."

Felix gets in his car, and it still annoys me how he talks to my sister. He's such a fucking prick, and I hear Taehyung repeat my exact thoughts under his breath as he leans against his car. "What an asshole."

When Felix enters his fancy car of his, I then resume my final embrace with my sister. As I hug M for the last time, I try my best to keep my composure. I still have a million things to ask, a billion things to say, but Felix once again took all that time away from me. I feel a tear drop from my eye, and I rub it against M's shoulder. She rubs her face against my shoulder too, but for a different, and more private reason.

"Please, keep your promise," M whispers into my ear. It doesn't take me long to realize what promise she's talking about, and it breaks my heart to even have to make it for her.

"I will. I'll-... I'll tell him after you two leave."

I feel her nod her head against my shoulder, then slowly detach herself from me. "I'll miss you, big bro."

I actually crack a smile at my legal title towards her, and luckily I get to see the last true smile from M in return. "I'll miss you too... sissy."

With one last kiss to the side of my head, M turns and walks towards her deathbed. I clench my jaw in anger as I watch her walk away - more like limp away. It's painful to watch my sister walk away in agony towards her husband, knowing I can't do anything about it. I could tell now without vocal confirmation why she sounded so broken on the phone yesterday. From her limp, as well as her curled-up wrist says it.

Even after she gets in the car, out of my sight, I feel my whole body shake in anxiety. Anxiety that was created by knowing my sister is not saying goodbye out of her own will. Taehyung must have sensed this anxiety in me because I feel his arms wrap around my middle from behind. I don't take my eyes off the car though, even after the car door shuts behind M. My baby sister, my best friend, I'm letting just walk away into a life of misery.

She didn't explain much, but I know there's something keeping her to this life with Felix. It's just sad because I know she could have a better life here. With me... and Jungkook too. I don't know the specifics of their relationship, but I do know it's going to be hard for me to tell him my sister has left town. Something about the promise M specified. M wouldn't be that forceful on a promise unless it's important. Important to her.

What about my promise, though? The promise that we would always stick by each other? I collapse into Taehyung's arms as the car drives away, and I remember the promise my sister and I made when we were young. The promise we made while driving out of this town together.

"Please never leave me alone," Child M requested me.

"I promise, always," Miniature me responded.

I feel like I was the one that broke that promise I made as a child, even though M is truly the one leaving. If I could go back to that day, I would change a lot. Not the promise itself, but the outcomes leaving this town made for us. The second my family's car left this town, everything changed. I hate my parents for making this happen. I hate them for abandoning me when I needed them the most, and then not giving a shit about M when she needed familial guidance the most.

"I fucking hate them," I mutter to myself, and I feel Taehyung's arms squeeze me closer to him. Although he doesn't know who I'm talking about at that moment, the love I feel radiate off of him makes me feel worse. Not because he did anything, but because I wish M could feel this type of love. The love she deserves.

I'll find out later when I tell Jungkook about M leaving town what type of relationship they had. Even though it's kinda obvious, and weird, to me now. In all honesty, though, I wish M had a life with Jungkook instead. Even a guy like Jungkook, who seems to treat females like shit, can do better for my sister than Felix. At least he's not violent. At least I know he wouldn't beat my sister.

But what exactly is their relationship in the first place? Where did it start? Just another mystery to my sister's life, I guess. If only I could read her mind because at least then I would know how to help her. I would understand what she's going through and help her the best way I can.

When the car finally disappears out of my sight, I wish for one last thing. For the ability to turn back time. Because if I had that ability, at least I wouldn't have to deal with the problems that come next...

。・°°・°°・。 。・°°・°°・。 。・°°・°°・。

Telling Jungkook should have been the worst of it, but after a month of not hearing from my sister, I think that's what really broke us all. I was hoping this time would be different. Even though it was more me than her that didn't stay connected before, I thought she had more of a reason to stay in touch with me this time.

Unless she's not allowed to stay in touch...

I don't want to think about that.

Telling Jungkook was weird. Having to go to my friend a month ago and tell him my sister left town. I never saw Jungkook cry before, but when I told him M left he was pretty close to breaking down. Even now, I try to visit him more often, as I did before Taehyung and I got together, but he's never at his game store. He's just always either in his office drinking or off somewhere else. Never at home or playing video games anymore.

I'm trying not to wallow like that, and hoping it's not affecting my relationship too, but it's hard to be happy when you don't know if your sister is safe or not.

I must have been wallowing hard at this moment because I don't even realize I've been staring at a blank screen until Taehyung comes up behind me and shakes me by my shoulders. "Jimin, wake up."

I crack a smirk at Taehyung's little joke and lay my head on his abs as I look up at him. "I'm not sleeping."

Taehyung chuckles as he says, "I know, but you have been staring at the turned off tv for awhile... Are you thinking about M again?"

It actually pains me that my sister's name is all of a sudden a hard topic. Taehyung realizes this too because he feels my shoulders stiffen. "Yeah I-... I'm sorry I've been down so much lately. And we haven't..."

I glance away from him instead of answering. Feeling my face heat up. It's not that I don't want to have sex, but I just haven't been in the mood at all since M left. Is this what depression is like? Not wanting to feel pleasure even though the person you love the most is ready to give you it? Well, I fucking hate it.

Taehyung rolls his eye and leaps over the couch to sit next to me. "I don't care about that right now." I raise an unbelieving eyebrow. "Well - I kinda do, but I don't care about waiting. Your sister left, and it's taking a toll on you. It's alright."

I sigh and then lean on Taehyung's shoulder. He knows this, but it's not just the fact that she left or that she hasn't contacted me. It's that she left with Felix. I know, their husband and wife, but the way M sounded on the phone and the way she walked to the car indicated their departure from this town wasn't because of something exciting in the next town. I'm worried for her, and it's affecting me in ways I can't comprehend.

Taehyung runs his fingers through my hair, then kisses my forehead. He then whispers against my head, "I have news about, M, actually."

I sit straight up, and my eyes widen. Surprised and happy to hear some news about my sister. Although I feel something churn in my stomach when I see Taehyung's face is anything but optimistic. "News? What news? Is she okay? Where is she? Oh my god, Taehyung! Is she alive-"

"Calm down, Jimin." Taehyung raises his hands, and it worries me further that the smile he grows doesn't reach his ears. "The news I have isn't great, and I also don't know where M is."

I slump in my seat, already feeling defeated by this conversation. "Then, what's the news?"

I watch Taehyung swallow, indicating that he's hating the fact that whatever the news is it's going to make me more upset. "It's actually about M and Felix's marriage."

I feel my jaw slowly drop, as Taehyung explains to me everything he dug up about Felix and M. Somethings I did know, like how he would beat my sister to the point she needed to go to the hospital, but what I didn't know was their marriage was arranged. By my parents.

I don't know how Taehyung found out this information, but then again Felix has similar connections, so it's probably just people like that.

"Wow," Is all I can say because I'm honestly surprised my parents allowed their arrangement to happen. Did they not do any research about the guy beforehand or were they just focused on the money in his wallet? Probably. Fuck my parents!

"There's one more thing," Taehyung says, and I watch him clench his jaw. I can't think of anything worse than the information he already gave me, so I'm not sure what information about my sister could be creating this reaction in him.

"What is it?"

"It's about you." I raise my eyebrows in surprise. "Your the reason M went through with the marriage, it seems. Apparently you were engaged to an heir?"

"What?!" I stand up out of my seat, and Taehyung looks shocked now by my reaction. Maybe he thought I knew and didn't tell him, but it's clear as fucking day now that I had no idea I was engaged!

"Yeah - um - you were supposed to be in a arranged marriage with the heir to some fashion brand. You would of had a wife, but it seems when M got engaged your parents didn't go through with it."

"Me. Married to a women. How fucking... Er!"

I don't know whether to be pissed at my parents for trying to set up their gay son with a woman or that my sister probably only decided to get married to Felix because of it. I pinch the bridge of my nose, then sit back down next to Taehyung.

"How did you find all this out?"

I hear Taehyung making a hissing noise, and that's enough for me to know that I won't be getting an answer. It's not that I don't trust Taehyung, but he's explained to me before the less I know about his contacts the better.

I put my face in my hands, and shake with pure rage. "Fuck my parents," I say muffled into my palms.

I feel Taehyung wrap his arm around me, and then he pulls me until I'm leaning on his shoulder again. "I know, baby. But think about it. Your sister didn't marry Felix for nothing. She wanted to protect you. And honestly... I should thank her for that."

I pick up my face out of my hands and look at Taehyung confused. "Thank her for what?"

Taehyung's boxy smile is my favorite type of smile, but this only confuses me more. "Because if she wouldn't have sacrificed her own happiness, I wouldn't be sitting next to you right now as who we are."

I feel my heart warm by Taehyung's sentiment, and I smile out of happiness for the first time all month. Even though I'm upset that my baby sister thought she needed to protect me like that, Taehyung does have a point. I would be married to a woman right now if it wasn't for M's sacrifice. This just makes me hate my parents more, though.

I try to distract myself from the anger by kissing Taehyung passionately, but it doesn't do much to soothe my anger toward them. Even as I hear and feel Taehyung groan against my lips, instead of feeling the normal arousing feeling I usually get because of it, I still have anger in my heart because of my parents.

I detach our lips and whisper "sorry" to Taehyung. Thankfully I have the most understanding boyfriend in the world because he just smiles and says, "It's okay, Jimin. Stop apologizing."

God, I fucking hate my parents. Have I said that before? Well, I'll say it a million more times because it's the god damn truth! Everything about them is just so hate-worthy! I also hate the fact that it's making me not want to have sex! I love sex with Taehyung. There's never been a time when I denied having sex with him, but this situation is making me anything but horny.

I groan against his shoulder, and I feel Taehyung kiss my temple. I just hope my sister eventually finds happiness like this one day. That there will be some loophole to her situation in the future.

You know what they say, after all.

All bad situations eventually come to an end. I'm just wondering what that end will look like...

-

-

-

CH.25

。・°°・°°・。 。・°°・°°・。 。・°°・°°・。

Ending Notes: I usually never write a halfway point note, but the fact this has been the longest book I have ever written, so I felt the need to. Technically we're past the halfway point, but whatever XD

I absolutely love this book, and I’m sorry it’s been a minute since I updated on here for this story. I literally watched euphoria then two RunBts episodes and created this whole story, and I gotta say I'm proud that we're at this point in the book. I hope you all continue to enjoy reading this book! Comment whenever you want. I really enjoy hearing people's feedback :)

[rachelkaser]

Stay Golden Sunday: Blind Date

Blanche dates a man who is blind and doesn't understand how she appeals to him. Rose and Dorothy co-coach peewee football.

Picture It...

Rose comes home from her coaching job, complaining to Dorothy and a gassy Sophia about her inept players . . . who happen to 8-year-old boys. Coaching them is bringing out the worst of Rose's competitive nature. She asks Dorothy to be her assistant, but Dorothy initially refuses for that reason. Rose promises to calm down, and Dorothy reluctantly agrees. Blanche swans through, on her way to meet her latest beau, the snobbish and flaky Tom Gallagher. Dorothy and Rose don't approve, but Blanche is just happy for the attention.

JOHN: I'm glad it was red wine and not white. BLANCHE: Why? White's easier to get out. JOHN: I know, but I spilled some red meat on this jacket at lunch, and I wouldn't want your dry cleaner to think I was gauche.

Later, Blanche sits at a bar when the bartender, Ernie, tells her that Tom called and canceled their date. The man next to her introduces himself as John Quinn and says he got stood up himself. They strike up a conversation about their dating frustrations. As they go to toast, they knock hands and John is covered in red wine. When John asks for the name of a dry cleaner, Blanche writes down a number on a napkin for him. When he asks to see her again, she reveals it's hers and leaves with a smile. John gets up to leave and Ernie hands him something from behind the bar -- a white cane, which John uses to walk out.

Sophia, Rose, and Dorothy are weighing the young football players, as they are restricted from play if they weigh under 70 lbs. The last to be weighed is Billy Haskell, who tries to fool them by concealing a heavy textbook under his jersey -- apparently at the instruction of Rose. Dorothy tells him he can't play in the game on Saturday, and after the kids leave, she chastises Rose for trying to get Billy to cheat. Rose says Billy is their best player and they can't win without him.

BLANCHE: Girls, quick! I need some advice. SOPHIA: Wear half as much makeup and twice as much underwear. Take it as a standing recommendation.

Blanche enters, all aflutter as she's preparing for a date with John, gushing about how great he seems. He rings the bell, and she goes to put the final touches on her outfit. Rose opens the door and she and Dorothy immediately realize what's going on when they see the cane. Blanche enters and immediately begins asking John how she looks before she makes the same realization. John gently asks if she didn't realize he was blind at the bar. She tries to regain her composure, failing miserably as they leave for their date.

Rose is going over strategies in excruciating detail with the boys, passive-aggressively roasting Dorothy for keeping Billy from playing the game they lost. After the boys leave, Dorothy and Rose both say they're not feeling well, and think they caught something practicing in the rain. Blanche enters and doesn't seem excited about her date that night with John. The phone rings and Blanche picks up, telling the man on the other end she's free that night. Dorothy correctly guesses it's Tom, and asks why Blanche would cancel her plans with John. Blanche says it's because he's blind and their relationship won't work, to the other Girls' outrage.

DOROTHY: I think I caught something practicing out in the rain. ROSE: So did I. Gee, I hope none of the boys caught it. SOPHIA: Don't worry about it. Those boys can't catch anything. I've seen them practice.

The next day, Rose and Dorothy are sick with the flu and trying home remedies to get well enough to coach the big game. They accept that they're not going to be able to make it to the game, as Sophia enters and tells them she's going to take over, leaving with the team. Rose and Dorothy go into the kitchen, where they meet Blanche, who tries to explain that she pushed John away out of her own insecurity over anything but her looks -- but she was miserable when she was with Tom. They urge her to call John up, apologize, and explain herself.

At the football game, Sophia gives the boys some last minute advice and sends them to the field. Billy tries to convince Sophia to let him play, but she says he's still too small -- and also tries to show him that's not a bad thing, but cheating is. She manages to lift his spirits with talk about how he'll always be respected if he plays fair, then hands him a meatball-and-pepper sandwich so he'll make the weight. Billy charges out to wolf down the sandwich and get suited up.

JOHN: You make me laugh, so you've got a terrific smile. BLANCHE: Yes! JOHN: You're smart and thoughtful, so you've got beautiful eyes. BLANCHE: Yes! JOHN: And you're a music lover so you've probably got a big behind. BLANCHE: Ye-- No! JOHN: Just wanted to see if you were paying attention!

Blanche meets up with John at Ernie's -- he can tell she's there by her perfume. She apologizes and tries to explain that she's very insecure in their relationship, not knowing what he likes about her if he can't see her. He reassures her that, as a blind man, he has his own way of perceiving beauty, and his mental image of her is quite flattering, influenced by her multiple other good qualities. They decide to make plans for the following week, as another lady arrives to meet him.

Blanche returns home and tells the Girls she made up with John -- Rose and Dorothy are still sick. Sophia returns home with the boys: They won the big game! After Sophia sends the boys into the kitchen, she confesses her ploy to give Billy the sandwich. It did help him make weight, but it also gave him a cramp, and the others won it without him -- mostly thanks to the "Statue of Mussolini" play she taught them.

ROSE: What's that? SOPHIA: Everybody piles on the star quarterback on the first play. And then he's out for the rest of the game! DOROTHY: Ma, Ma, that is a mean, underhanded, despicable thing to do! SOPHIA: So was World War II. We're talking about Mussolini.

"For god's sake, Rose -- Eisenhower used less chalk planning D-Day!"

Blanche once again has to confront her own insecurities as she dates one of the few men in the world who can't be won over by her physical beauty -- and she doesn't do it in the most elegant way, but it's at least in keeping with her character. Meanwhile, we get to see more of Rose's competitive streak, which is one of her most prominent character flaws, as well as Dorothy's counter to it with her strict adherence to the rules. Sophia eventually is the one to find a happy medium between the two.

BLANCHE: *after preening for John and realizing that he can't see her* Oh my god. SOPHIA: Want a glass of water to wash down your foot?

First, the A-plot: On the surface of it, I like the concept behind the episode: Blanche's confidence and charisma is based in large part on her sex appeal, and a large component of it is visual. So what happens when that's no longer a factor? Blanche's thinking about her beauty has always been binary: If she's not physically beautiful, she's not appealing as a person. No one's ever been able to successfully disabuse her of that notion, not even the psychiatrist back in Season 2. But John's able to reassure her she has plenty going for her that doesn't involve her looks -- and he definitely still finds her sexy.

Another thing I like about this is that Rue McClanahan subtly (by which I mean the episode itself doesn't call attention to it) shows that Blanche is selling herself short. In her first encounter with John, she does slowly start to use more flirtatious body language the longer they talk, which is lost on him, but that's not all she does. Her voice also pitches up and gets more lilt-y, and she also laughs more. And that final move where she subtly passes him her number and only reveals that's what it is when he asks to see her again? That's smooth as hell. I always enjoy when we get to see Blanche actually show how good she is at flirting and why men chase her in droves.

SOPHIA: Make way for the victors! ROSE: You won the big game?! SOPHIA: No Rose, we lost and we all changed our names to Victor.

As for John, he might be one of my favorite of Blanche's beaus -- he's handsome, funny, and smart, not to mention good-humored when he realizes that Blanche hasn't completely grasped his inability to see her. It makes him more likeable than the unseen Tom Gallagher, who's a terrible boyfriend to Blanche and only seems to have his money going for him. Blanche even admits that, while Tom makes her miserable, she went on another date with him because she knows what he likes about her. John's quite forgiving for Blanche ditching him over her own insecurities, gracefully not pointing out that she did the same thing to him that Tom did to her.

One thing that kind of bugs me, though: The depiction of John as a person with blindness seems a touch inconsistent -- or at least, possibly written with the gotcha factor in mind. Why does Ernie have his white stick behind the bar, for example? Why doesn't John have it out when he knocks on the door to Blanche's house -- why is it folded up in his pocket, as if he didn't need it to walk to the door? I suppose it's possible that John is not entirely without sight, but if he were sighted enough to not always need the white stick, why would he not have at least some idea of what Blanche looks like, or at least be able to pick up on her body language?

BLANCHE: I know it's a little quick, but when Blanche Devereaux wants a man, she does not stand on ceremony. SOPHIA: Or the floor.

Moving on to the B-plot, it's hilarious to see the return of one of Rose's biggest character flaws: Her hypercompetitiveness. In this case, someone very foolishly put her in charge of a children's football team, and it quickly becomes apparent she's not impressed with the boys' performance. That would be one thing -- though I do wonder what these kids' parents think about the football coach being such a hardass. It's when she engages Dorothy -- rules-master, straight-arrow Dorothy -- that the fun really begins.

The episode doesn't exactly come down on who's side is correct here. Dorothy's got a point that the rules exist to protect children like Billy, but I also see where Rose is coming from that playing without Billy at a price of two pounds really diminishes how much the boys are going to get out of it. Rose is definitely wrong to try and get the boys to cheat just so they -- or, let's be real here, she -- can win their game, but the boys don't even seem to want to play without Billy there.

DOROTHY: Ma, you don't know anything about football! SOPHIA: Please, what's to know? You hit a guy, you grab the pigskin, you run like crazy... it's like shopping in Sicily.

That's why it's satisfying to see Sophia coming in with a happy medium (albeit while making an inappropriate-for-children reference to lovemaking). She gets Billy up to his target weight in a rush so that he can play legally, but also helps the boys realize they can win the game without his help, as wolfing down a sandwich right before a big workout gives poor Billy a cramp. It's not exactly an elegant solution, but the boys win fair and square and are happy with the outcome.

By the way, this is the episode with a reference to my other favorite TV show. When Dorothy notes that "little bodies don't like it when big bodies fall on them," Sophia says, "Which is why Raymond Burr never married." For those of you unaware, Raymond Burr played Perry Mason in the show of the same name, the other focus of this blog. However, Sophia is wrong here: Raymond Burr was married at least once to Isabelle Ward. He was also in a domestic partnership with Robert Benevides for thirty years, though admittedly they might not have "counted" that in the 80s.

Episode rating: 🍰🍰🍰 (three cheesecake slices out of five)

Favorite part of the episode

Sophia's cranky, and Rose is fed up with her young jocks.

[thedevilsruby]

Foe of the Guide (multichapter Clierra fic)

Sierra Rossi's parents died in front of her because of Giovanni Pasini and his family's invention, the Guide. Oppressed by years by corruption and greed, she comes of age to fight against those who have wronged the world she lives in. She just didn't expect to fall in love along the way.

Chapter Seven: Heal

Sierra winced as the cold, wet rag met her face one more.

"It's okay, I've got you." Cliff said gently.

Sierra opened her eyes and immediately they stung and watered. Her vision was blurry. She hissed and shut her eyes once more.

"Don't open them yet." Cliff said, dipping the rag in the ice water once more and wring the excess out. He pressed it to her eyes to soothe them.

"Where are we?" Sierra asked. "This isn't my apartment."

"I took you to mine." Cliff responded. "It's close by for work."

"So he lives close to Pasini Enterprises." She thought. She could use that to her advantage along the way.

She felt slightly guilty for even thinking about taking advantage of Cliff and his kindness. But she needed to. It was the only way.

Wasn't it?

"Can I open my eyes now?" The brunette asked.

"Try it and see how you feel." Cliff said, putting the rag back into the water.

Sierra opened her eyes once more. Her vision swam before she blinked the water away, and cleared at last.

"Thank stars." She muttered.

She took the chance to look around his apartment. It was cozy. Rich wooden walls, a nice clean floor, a loveseat, a recliner and a tv in his living room. That's when she noticed a large bed by the recliner and a large green pokemon on it, leering at her.

Sierra jumped at the sight. "Y-You have...?" She asked.

"Oh! Sorry." Cliff chuckled. "That's Callum, my Tyranitar. He's usually really nice after he gets to know you." He reached over and scratched the pokemon's chin. "Isn't that right, boy?"

Callum leaned into his master's touch and purred, closing his eyes contently.

"Fuck, if he ever finds out about my real plans, that thing will rip me to shreds." Sierra thought. The thought of being in that lizard's mouth and it's fangs chewing through her flesh gave her shivers.

"Are your eyes adjusting okay? I know how hard it is to see after tear gas." Cliff said, gently holding Sierra's cheek and tilting it.

Sierra felt Butterfree at his touch and how soft his skin was. Brushing it off, she nodded. "I'm fine. Thank you."

Cliff nods, relief in his eyes and smile. "Good. You want water or anything?"

"No!" Sierra bit her cheek at how loud and quick that was. "I mean...no, I've taken enough of your time and kindness. I should go."

"Want me to walk you home?" Cliff offered. "It's dark out now."

Sierra looked out his window. Cliff was right. The stars and moon were lighting up the sky. It was the time where anything could happen if one was not careful enough.

"I-I'll be fine." Sierra said. "I know self defense, no one would dare mess with me. Thank you again, I really appreciate your help."

That and she didn't need Cliff or Giovanni knowing where she lived.

Cliff nodded. "Have a good night, Sierra. I'll be there if you need me again."

Sierra shot him an unsure smile before walking out the door, closing it behind her.

She walked out of the building and leaned against the wall nearby, She slid down it and groaned.

A whirring sound got her attention. She looked up and gasped as she saw Kaito flying in front of her. "Oh shit!" She yelped before pressing her earring mic. "Guys?!"

"Sierra!" Spark gasped. "We've been trying to reach you for hours!"

"I'm so sorry!" Sierra responded, putting a hand in her hair. "Cliff must have turned my mic off after he saved me-"

"Saved you?" Blanche asked. "Why would a guard save a civilian?"

"I don't know, but I'm fine now, thanks to him." Sierra sighed. "I'll be heading over soon and I'll answer all the questions then."

"Alright, Willow will be relieved. He's been on freakout level for the last few hours." Candela said.

Sierra winced. She was so dead when she got home.

"Tell him I'll be there in twenty." She said.

"Got it, see you then!" Spark said, as Kaito flew away.

Sierra looked up at the sky. Why did Cliff save her? Was it out of genuine kindness or did he have a motivation?

"Maybe it's best not to think about it." She thought aloud to herself. "Time to head home and face the music."