#♡ mellow takes the scene

[mellowtine]

guess who i'm birthing into existence

[honeydjarin]

KISS IT BETTER

REX X READER

Rex’s feelings for you have been steadily growing for a while now, but he believes they’re his own burden to bear. When he gets injured, he thinks you might feel the same. When you get injured, he knows for certain.

genre: fluff, hurt/comfort

warnings: blood and injury

word count: 2,600

a/n: this wip has been sitting in my drafts for a while now, and I finally got around to finishing it. I’m excited to be writing again!

Rex’s affection is a slow, steady thing. It shouldn’t come as a surprise, not when he leads the rest of his life with such level headed strength, but it does. He doesn’t notice the way it settles into the cradle of his ribs, the way it blinks into existence. It falls into place like the stars after a sunset, small bursts of light piercing the dark a handful at a time until there is no question that the sky is full—near bursting. 

The sun seems to set quicker each time Rex sees you, the stars in his heart brighter with every passing day. If it weren’t for his practiced composure and unwavering respect for your position on the Resolute, that affection just might spill out of him, tearing him apart at the seams, his body alone no longer enough to contain his feelings. 

But his emotions are his own, and you haven’t asked, nor offered, to help bear them. 

You’re a medic on the Resolute, one of the few faces onboard that doesn’t match all the others on the Star Destroyer. That distinction alone was enough to spark gossip among the men when you were first assigned to work alongside the 501st. 

Rex didn’t think much of it at the time. Gossip rarely holds weight, and he’s never put any stock in it. A new medic, nat-born or clone, is simply something the 501st was in need of. He didn’t think much of the matter beyond the benefit of having additional hands in the medbay. Maybe he would have paid more attention to the gossip if he had met you before the talk died down. It wasn’t until later, after a particularly rough skirmish that left more men than he felt comfortable with on bed rest, that Rex finally met you. 

You were bouncing around between beds, checking in with the men still on bed rest, when he first saw you. Easy smile, mellow mannered, kind—these are the things about you that stood out to Rex. 

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Captain,” you greeted as you stepped by him. Of course you already knew of him. His position on the Resolute made it near impossible to not be involved in at least some rumors, just as your status as a non clone made you stand out.  

“Likewise,” he said, the word feeling oddly heavy on his tongue. He had no way of knowing at the time that the first seeds of attraction were already starting to take root. Admiration and attraction can feel a lot alike in their early stages. Maybe it was a mix of both that caused words to fail him. 

“Is there anything I can help you with?” you asked, pausing what you were doing to give Rex your full attention, gaze boring into him with an unexpected weight—like a tractor beam pulling him into your eyes. The steady hold of your gaze was nearly too much to handle. Rex dragged his own eyes away from you then, choosing instead to take in the scene around him, needing a distraction. Most of the beds were full, but enough time had passed since the skirmish that all of the men still in the medbay were stable, and many almost ready to leave. 

“I just wanted to check in on them,” Rex said, nodding at the beds behind you.

“Of course.” You smiled.   

The interaction was brief. You had things to do, and Rex wasn’t in the medbay just to see you—that would come later. But, despite the brevity of the meeting, it was enough for him to get a sense of who you are, enough for you to wiggle your way into his heart—just a little. 

Rex’s affection is a slow, steady thing. By the time he finally realizes just how much of him you really hold, it is too late to change course.  

—♡—

The blood spills from his side slowly. Ever-slipping time allowed the wound to begin clotting, but it’s too big, too deep to heal fully on its own. The blood sticks to his blacks, the still wet stain difficult to see on the already dark colored cloth. 

He was hit by a piece of shrapnel during the last battle. An exploding tank sent pieces of the vehicle and broken droids his way. For the most part, he managed to escape injury, but something managed to nick his side in one of the places his armor fails to cover. Only his now ruined blacks stood between the shrapnel and his skin. 

It will hurt to pull the fraying fabric from torn flesh, but when the time comes, he will grit his teeth and bear it. Rex has been through worse, no doubt, and he surely will again in the future. It’s why he waited to seek out treatment. There are others who need it more, those who might not survive without immediate attention. He doesn’t want to be a hindrance when doing so could harm others. 

Instead of seeking out a medic, he distracts himself. He focuses on what can be done, takes steps that will result in the closest thing to a positive outcome after a battle. He doesn’t expect a medic to seek him out, especially not you.

You walk over to him without hesitation, like you’re singularly focused on reaching him, and Rex wouldn’t be surprised if that was true. The scowl tugging at the corner of your lip and creasing your brow, an unfamiliar expression on your usually smiling face, is aimed directly at him. He has never seen you angry like this before. Even with the harsh look that will inevitably be accompanied by a scolding when you reach him, the sight of you sends his world spinning. 

Maybe he lost more blood than he thought.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You speak as you approach.

“My job,” he responds. This whole conversation seems wrong. While your question was delivered with a tone that made the words sound more like a scolding, his own statement, which should have held an assurance fitting for a Captain, sounds unsure. 

“Kix mentioned you might be injured,” you say. Rex’s hand raises to his side in reflex, cradling the air above his injury but not making contact with the laceration beneath. You hum knowingly, stepping closer to get a better look. 

You swat Rex’s hand aside as you bend down, taking in the injury without actually touching the wound. It’s difficult to see the full extent of what happened with Rex’s blacks still in the way, but the still wet blood soaking into the fabric tells you plenty.  

“I wish you had come to me,” you admonish, pulling out a medkit from your pack. The supplies are reduced from when the battle started—Rex tries not to linger on the implications of that reduction. 

“I had things that needed to get done, just as I’m sure you did.”

“I know. Doesn’t mean I’m happy about it.” You pause what you're doing, looking him in the eye while you talk, as if doing so can make your words sink in. There’s a pained look in your eyes as you speak, like the thought of him being injured makes you hurt with him. It's a look you hide well, but Rex still catches the way you seem to bite your tongue to keep from saying something more.  

You turn your focus back to the injury, setting out to do what you can to ensure it heals as thoroughly and efficiently as possible. If you were petty, you just might tug a little harder than necessary while pulling the fabric of his ruined blacks from the wound. You might use more force than needed to eject the stim into his system, or press the bacta patch onto his skin a little firmer than the adhesive calls for. You would remind him of why it’s important to seek out medical treatment as soon as possible. Maybe next time he would come see you sooner. 

Instead, you’re gentle with the gash.  

You may be unhappy about the fact that Rex got injured, but you’re disinclined to make him hurt anymore than he already does. You can understand why he avoided seeking medical attention, that doesn’t mean you have to be happy about it—not when, of all people, Rex is the one who is hurting. 

“Please try to be careful,” you say as you finish. You stand up, looking him in the eye once more. Your next words slip out before you can stop them. It’s a quiet, almost confession. “I hate seeing you hurt.”   

Before Rex can respond, you step away, off to hunt down others who tried their best to avoid medical attention. Rex is left to wonder if your words were said as a medic, or as something from the heart, something personal. His cheeks warm at the thought. 

Is it wrong for him to hope for more? 

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“KARK!” The expletive is followed by a series of quieter grumbles and moans. You pull your hand from the drawer to cradle near your chest, eyes burning with unshed tears as you attempt to take in the damage.

Blood bubbles up from your palm, welling for just a moment before spilling over. It drips down your wrist and onto the once sterile floor below.

“Who in Sith Hells keeps a vibroblade with the notepads?” You grumble. 

“Surely not a medic.” You startle despite the familiarity of the voice, turning around to see who has entered the medbay. Rex is taking your hand in his own before you fully process who is standing beside you. His touch is gentle against the delicate skin, his calloused hand nearly as warm as the now throbbing wound on yours. “Are you alright?” 

“I’m fine,” you say. “Nothing a little bacta and a bandage can’t fix.” 

He doesn’t seem to believe you, his frown deepening as you brush off the cut like it’s nothing. Despite the guilt that settles in your gut for being the cause of his displeasure, your cheeks warm at the thought of his concern. 

“Can I help you? Will you let me?” He is already herding you towards one of the beds, guiding you to sit on the edge so that he can gather the necessary supplies. You sigh, not wanting to trouble him any more than you already have, but concede. 

“Fine. But clean your hands,” you demand before telling him where the necessary supplies are kept. 

Rex does as you say without a fuss.

“Are you sure you don’t need stitches?” he asks, brows furrowing as he takes in the wound. He doesn't shy away, used to seeing much worse on a regular basis. It makes your heart sink to think about how much he has seen—how much he has lost. 

“Yes, fortunately. The bacta will be enough.” 

Rex works silently, apologizing when you hiss at the touch of bacta to the wound but not breaking his concentration from the task at hand. He works with the diligence of a soldier. With his attention directed solely on your injured hand, you are given a chance to admire him. 

It’s a habit that started the first time you met him and has only gotten worse with time. You had heard about the Captain of the 501st. His loyalty unwavering, his mind steady and well balanced while his General is so fond of taking risks. You didn’t expect the softened look in his brown eyes. Falling for him was easy.  

“Hey Rex, did you need something from the medbay?” you ask, needing something to distract yourself from his steady hands, from the slow rise and fall of his shoulders as he breathes, from his singular focus on you—even if it is just because you’re injured. 

“Hmm?” He looks up for the first time since he started treating the wound. It’s fully bandaged now, and the pain has all but subsided thanks to the soothing cool of bacta. “Kix said you were in here.” 

His eyes flick away from yours and he clears his throat. It’s not the first time he’s sought you out in the medbay for the simple reason of enjoying your company, but still the decision seems to leave him embarrassed. 

He switches the topic before you can respond. 

“You need to be careful. How can you patch me up if you don’t have any hands to work with?” Rex jokes, a small smile stretching across his lips, eyes gleaming. 

“You know I’m always careful. Of the two of us, you’re the reckless one.” 

You reach out to shove his shoulder, laughing as you do. There isn’t any strength behind it, it’s just a teasing gesture, but you reach out with your injured hand. The aching sting of a cut sets your nerves alight immediately, and you hiss as you pull the hand back to your chest. The bandage holds strong, no blood leaking through, but that doesn’t stop the pain.

Rex pulls the hand back to him, his grip feather light as he traces the edges of the bandage. His brow furrows in concern and it takes an effort not to reach out and smooth the evidence of his worry. You can’t help but think: It’s the perfect spot to place a kiss.    

“Does it hurt a lot?” He asks, growing serious again.

“Just a little.” The thought of kissing Rex must still be stuck in your brain because, before you can stop the words from slipping out, you add, “Maybe you can kiss it better?”    

Rex’s eyes go comically wide, lips parting but no words coming out. Your words surprised him, more than either of you thought possible. You go to pull away, to come up with some excuse about why he doesn’t have to. You try to think of a way to tell him that you didn’t mean it like that (you did), and that he can just forget about it. It was a joke (it wasn’t). The two of you could laugh it off. But Rex’s mind catches up with your request before you can brush it away.

He takes your hand, still cradled gently in his own, and presses his lips to a spot on your palm that wasn’t sliced open by the vibroblade. They linger there for just a moment before he pulls back, keeping your hand by his heart.  

You haven’t offered to help bear the weight of Rex’s feelings for you, but your question is a request for him to see your own, and a hope that he might reciprocate. He can hardly believe it to be true. 

He needs to be sure. 

Rex brings a hand up to your cheek, his fingers barely brushing against the skin there, and it's your turn to be left in shock. Eyes wide, lips parted, a mirror of Rex just moments ago. 

“Does it feel better?” he asks. He leans in closer, merely waiting for permission to kiss you properly. 

“I don’t know. I think you should try it again.” Your voice is barely a whisper, but it’s all the answer he needs. 

Rex’s hand finds a proper place against your cheek, and then he kisses you. His lips are soft against your own, and any worries either of you might have had slip away. 

The kiss is short and sweet, merely testing the waters, but it’s enough to leave you in a daze. You’ve wanted to kiss him for a long time. You wonder if he has wanted it for just as long (you think, maybe, he has).  

You hum, a smile growing wide across your lips, and say, “I’m definitely feeling better now.”

[thewritingsofamadwomen]

I Hope You Don't Mind

Mia Walker didn't know what was the next step in her life but it for sure wasn't any of this. Her complete life plan was changed around with a simple sorry and yet somehow she didn't find herself minding all that much. Well too much anyways. Paul Lahote X OFC

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Chapter 6: Surprise!

When Paul and Mia came back to the group, Jared raised his eyebrows giving Paul a look which he gave him a slight head nod in return. Causing Jared’s face broke out in a grin as they sat down beside him and Kim, the others seemed to be scattered around.

“Paul was nervous you would say no. Something about being too soon to ask you out. I told him he didn’t have to worry so much about it. And clearly I was right.” Jared explained to her as Paul cheeks had a nice blush going over them, earning Jared a playful shove.

“I told him to pick a romance movie or book scene and ask you out. You can’t say no to that.” Kim added in giving him a small smile. “His been at our house watching my rom-coms anytime he could.” Kim exposed him, nudging him with her foot.

“You could have just asked me. You didn’t have to do something special.” Mia shrugged, leaning over to press a kiss on his rose covered cheeks. She may have loved the act but it wasn’t necessary to get her to say yes.

“I just wanted something special, something different from others.” Paul told her throwing his arm over her shoulder, placing a kiss to her temple. Mia curled up under his arm enjoying his warmth, resting her head on him, she looked around and watched Paul’s family around the beach. The group had separated a bit since Paul and Mia went off. Seth and Quil were entertaining the smaller kids building sandcastles, digging a moat where the children were sitting in the water as they watched the boys do the actually building.  Others were playing a game of soccer, off to the side a few people were cheering them on while they watched. Mia could see Leah and Peter off floating in the water splashing in the waves. Plenty of others were just sitting around the beach, everyone finding their own way to entertain themselves.

 And that is how the day went on from there, mostly everyone spent the day relaxing by each other as they all mixed and mingled. There weren’t many days that almost everyone would be able to hang out with each other anymore, even if they did have small groups hanging out almost daily.  It was like one huge family that actually got along with each other. It was an odd concept to Mia but she loved it. Eventually the day came to a end and Paul had to work later that night for a little bit, wrapping up Mia said goodbye to everyone before Paul walked her to car.

“Today was fun. I wish we could have every day like this.” Mia told him wrapping her arms around Paul’s neck as he pulled her close.

“Yeah, this adult life is kind of making it hard to all get together like this. It’s much better to be here with you though. I fight people less.”  Paul said teasingly, grinning down at her.

“Everyone always says you are so badass, I don’t see it.” Mia teased shaking her head. How many stories she heard that Paul temper was over the top, not as bad as it once was years ago but even now there was apparently a low tolerance for bullshit. At least that’s how Quil put it, which almost earned him a backhand if he hadn’t moved so fast out of the way.

“Hey! I’m still badass, I have just got calmer in my old age.” Paul said defending himself to her, a grin on his face.

“Yeah you are pretty old. With age comes wisdom. You must have gained some causing you to mellow out.” Mia said giving Paul a smile.

“I don’t think you were supposed to agree with me!” Paul burst out laughing, placing a kiss on Mia forehead.

It was true that he would lose himself over everything a few years back, but he eventually learned how to control it when he started to take charge of all the younger kids in the pack. He didn’t want to be a danger risk when Emily and Sam announced they wanted to start a family and the day they made him Madelyn godfather, made all of it worth it.

“I don’t want to go to work.” Paul moaned as he held his girlfriend not wanting the day to end. There would only be so many days that he could spend the whole day hanging out with Mia. Both their lives were going to be more chaotic when she had to go to school.

“Sadly I don’t think you have much of choice in the matter.” Mia pouted, curling into Paul’s forever warmth. The air had grown colder now the sun was going down but luckily she had Paul to keep the chill off her.  Mia felt a bit crazy, she had spent all day with Paul and still didn’t want to let go of him. Was this normal? Was this what it was to fall someone? She had a million and one crushes back home but nothing felt like this before. And if this was the start of their relationship, how would they go from here? She felt she knew everything about Paul and yet could spend forever learning more about him.

“No. Sadly I don’t. You’ll get to the hotel alright?” Paul wondered.

Mia rolled her eyes at his overprotectiveness, it was sweet but she didn’t need it. Especially in some small little towns out here. “I drove from New York to here by myself, I think if I made it across country by myself, I just might be able to make it through town safe and sound.” Mia said teasingly.

Paul just chuckled wrapping his arms around her waist and pulled her close, burrowing his face in her neck while they stood there just enjoying each other.  Pulling back slightly he lifted Mia chin up towards him so he could kiss her, Mia arms curled up between them as she stood on her toes. It wasn’t a long kiss but Mia pulled away smiling up at him. “You have to go.” Mia whispered. “I’m driving up to Port Angeles on Friday. I know its last minute but maybe you could come?”

“I will try sweetpea. I’ll call you tomorrow?” Paul said letting go of Mia, giving her one last kiss before he ran over to Embry truck where the others were waiting for him. Mia waited till they left before driving herself back to the hotel room, she couldn’t wait until she had her own place. But there was nothing she could do back here, she needed a place in Port Angeles and that was just waiting.

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Mia’s day had been dragging, her days seemed to be a going on forever with her just waiting around for when Paul was free to hang out. She had been talking to Kim and Leah which was defiantly helped break up her days but it wasn’t like her to stay and doing nothing for so long. Mia sat awkwardly alone at a table at the diner in town, she hated eating alone but she needed the illusion that she had people around after a day of hanging out with herself. She was half way done with her dinner as she scrolled through her phone replying to people, when she received a texted message telling her to look up. Frowning Mia looked up only to see Callie sitting in the chair across from her, Mia jumped but quickly moved to be able to hug her when Callie laughing at her, her face scrunching up.

“What are you doing here?!” Mia exclaimed grinning at her best friend.

“I had to talk to the school and I couldn’t be that close and not come to say hello.” Callie told her grinning as she leaned forward placing her elbows on the table.

“Talk to school. Callie…” Mia started but Callie cut her off with the wave of her hand.

“You know I had to do something. You applied extremely late. I made sure you aren’t taking anyone spot they are simply opening one up for you and only because of your grades and what you did. Nothing overly bribery. But I took care of it so just don’t worry about it.” Callie told her.

“I guess that it is a good thing. I just wish I could have known so I could have planned a while ago.” Mia complained throwing a fry in her mouth. She could easily understand why Callie had to basically bribe the school, she knew Callie always got her way all she had to do was go to the school and bat her eyes but she was unsure how comfortable with all of it. The guilt Mia felt that by letting Callie bribe her way through. She felt like she was going back and forth on the topic but what was done was done. And honestly Callie wouldn’t have listened to her anyways. She wasn’t one to listen much.

“Nothing you can do about that. But on to the more important things to deal with right now. When am I going to meet this Paul?” She asked her friend giving her a smirk when her cheeks pinked.

“I didn’t even know you were going to be here! His working till late tonight so it won’t be today.” Mia explained.

Callie pouted at her best friend, she knew the chances were low but she was hoping she would have just happened to get lucky but it just wasn’t in her favor today.  She wanted to make sure that Paul was a good guy though, Mia didn’t always know how to protect herself, particular from guys. So where Mia could make her own decisions Callie liked to double check that weren’t crazy or awful and she didn’t have to worry about her friend too much. “Well, where is the fun in that! I guess I could manage. I won’t be able to be here long. I have a flight to catch back in Seattle today.”

“Aww come on, stay longer.” Mia begged; it would be nice to actually have her friend back around her, as much as she liked her new friends Callie was home and always would be.

“I can’t. It’s Lizzie birthday tomorrow. I can’t miss that.” Callie said shaking her head.

“Caroline!” Mia gasped her eyes wide as she stared at her brown-haired friend, that would cause nothing but trouble if Callie was seen anywhere near her family. It was only by chance that Mia and Alica were able to stay in Callie’s life after the accident.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to be obvious.” Callie said rolling her eyes giving her a smirk, but her face dropped when her finger traced the patterns on the wooden table. “I basically raised her Mia. I have to at least show up in one way or another.” Callie looked up at Mia begging her to understand where she was coming from, Mia had been by her side through everything. They have been friends since kindergarten no one could possibly understand better about needing to be there for her little sister.

“I just don’t want it to end badly.” Mia explained letting out a soft sigh, it wouldn’t be ending good but she had to let Callie do it.

“I know you do. And its sweet but I will make sure it will be drama free.” Callie said, giving her a smile. “Now tell me more about how staying here changes your plans?”

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Something was wrong. Mia just didn’t know what. She had woken up early for Emily calling her asking if she wanted to come over and hang out for a girl’s day. It would have been fine if it wasn’t five o clock in the morning when she called to come over. Mia had stayed up pretty late hanging out with Callie until she had to leave, so being up and moving this early in the morning was not her plan but she felt that she needed to make it to Emilys for whatever reason. The drive was easy, no one was on the roads, but Mia seemed to think something was following her in the trees, but she shook it off as her half-sleep brain trying to wake up and seeing things out of the corner of her eye.

Finding Emily’s little yellow house, the lights from the window were stretched out across the dark yard, the window curtain fluttered with Emily peering out. Soon after the door opened as she wrapped her robe tighter around her against the chilly air. Mia gave her a small smile when she walked past her into the eerily silent house, the house always had someone here making noise and it was off putting that nothing was going on.

“What’s going on?” Mia whispered, knowing Madelyn was in her room sleeping and didn’t want to wake her up.

Emily went to use the girl’s day excuse but seeing the look on Mia face stopped her. Letting out a sigh she sat down curling up on the chair. “I can’t tell you. You just need to be here alright?” Emily told her, almost trying to beg her to accept the answer. Mia nodded her head; she wasn’t going to let it go but for now she would let it slip by.

The hours seemed to drag on, it wasn’t long after she arrived Madelyn woke up and the two girls distracted themselves playing with her. Mia took more control as Emily would keep checking out the window for something, but Mia followed through and stayed silent. She was starting to worry after three hours of this, but when she finally had had enough she heared voices outside causing Emily to jump up and curl Madelyn too her and after a quick peek out the window then rushed out the door. Mia jumping up from her spot on the couch and followed after her, coming out of the woods in only mostly only shorts seemed like the whole group of guys, only Leah, Seth and Jared seemed to missing.

Mia raised her eyebrows as she stood in the doorways as she watched Paul come across the yard, when Embry and Alex passed by her entering the house. That itself wouldn’t be abnormal but when Embry stopped and slowly turned back around to Mia with his nostrils flared, she thought she had somehow angered Embry. But Alex came back out and did the same thing, she couldn’t have stunk that bad, she just showered yesterday afternoon. She must have missed something because the whole group stopped to stare at her and even Alex started to shake.

“Alex! Get away!” Sam basically ordered him and for Alex credit he did try but Mia was in the way and wanted to check on him. He was pretty young and something seemed wrong with him and Sam being bossy wasn’t going to help him.

“Are you okay?” Mia said reaching out but it only seemed to make it worse, he started to shake so hard that the edges of him seemed to almost blur, Embry pushed her backwards only for her to stumble down the stairs and just barely caught herself when Paul jumped in front of her pushing her further back. But her eyes focused back on Alex who was being led off the porch and across the yard by Embry. Paul held her back until he whipped around and let out a sound that was almost like a growl. Mia tried to figure out what was going on, when her eyes focused on Alex when he turned into a giant black wolf beside Embry, taking a step back she watched Embry sigh and yell go on to the wolf that was once Alex as Mia just stood there staring at them watching the wolf disappear in the trees.

No one around her was surprised by what just happened, they just seemed to be waiting for her to give some sort of reaction. Mia just went back to sit on the porch steps to wrap her mind around what she just saw. Of course the world wasn’t just as small minded as some might think, Mia knew that better then anyone. But that the idea that she would somehow stumble into this world again..the chances were so low and yet somehow here she was.

“Wolf?” Mia questioned, looking up at Paul who was much calmer now but a look of worry was hanging on his face as he watched her, giving her some space.

“Yes he is.” Paul replied softly.

“Wolf?” Mia said turning to point at Paul who just nodded his head. “All wolves?” Mia asked sounding slightly broken from the look Paul was giving her.

“All the guys basically, and Leah.” Paul answered her anyway. Mia nodded her head and thought back to Billy telling her all the stories, all the legends of the Quileute’s. Wasn’t that exactly what was happening right now, stories of the cold ones and how they became protecters of the people. It wasn’t just some story; it was magic once again.

“You know.. that explains so much.” Mia said shaking her head at Paul, giving him a smile trying to get him to relax some. She stood up and reached out for his hand, their fingers intertwined while she stared up at him. “So are you going to show me your wolf then?” Mia asked him calmly, tilting her head up at him.

Paul looked confused and looked back at where Sam was standing, he just gave a small shrug and sent most of the group away leaving Emily, him and Paul outside. Paul slowly made his way to the edge of the woods and disappeared behind a tree while the other three waited in silence. Shortly after a large grey wolf came out of the tree line, his steps slow as he walked to Mia. But Mia couldn’t really feel scared, she was just amazed that any of this was possible. Quickly she made her way over to her wolfy boyfriend and reached out to touch the fur on his cheek, a smile breaking across her face. “Good puppy.” Mia mumbled softly causing a snort from Paul. The fur was somehow soft and course to her touch as she ran her fingers through it, Paul giant head leaned gently against her hand before letting out a light snarl. Mia gave him a look and pulled back slightly and asked him to go change back so they could talk about it. Nodding Paul quickly ran back towards the woods and came out in only shorts once again.

“You’re taking this surprising well.” Sam told Mia, Mia felt like he was wondering if she was crazy but it was just Paul and he would never hurt her. She hadn’t even known him a long time and she knew he would protect her like no one else.

“I read a lot.” Mia shrugged turning back to look at Paul, reaching back out letting him come to her hand. “You guys turn to wolves and the bonfire stories…they are your stories.” Looking up at the slightly taller man while he wrapped his arms around her as he watched her face change to any sight of fear.

“All of them. Well mainly our ancestors but there were two stories that were about us. But yeah, we turn to wolves when danger is near.” Paul explained to her.

Mia nodded her head, she had so many questions, so many little details that needed to know about them being wolves. She didn’t know where to start asking Paul or if he even wanted to answer her. Maybe it was more private after all her finding out was purely by accident.

“I’m sorry.” Mia bubbled out, making Paul freeze not expecting it to come out of her mouth. Mia didn’t even expect it too. “You probably didn’t want me to know and now I just kinda know.. I should have moved faster or something. I just…”But Mia was cut off with a kiss, Paul’s hands burned across her back pulled her close, she was surrounded by Paul, her arms tucked in between their chest while he kissed her only pulling back so Mia could catch her breath.

“I love that you know. I hated having to lie.” Paul told her, resting his forehead against hers before once again shuttering which seemed to bring him back into focus about something else. “I didn’t plan to tell you this way but luckily you are taking it well.”

“Do you remember all the stories?” Paul questioned her, Mia told him she did. There was no way she could have forgotten the way Billy told them.

“So you remember the cold ones? Those are who we protect people against. The cold ones have this scent disgust us, it smells sweet and nasty. And as wolves we have better smelling then everyone else, in both forms.” Paul spoke to her while Mia just followed along taking in the new information, not sure why it was so important for her to know this right now. “You smell like a cold one but also not. Kinda like one was around you a couple days ago but something is off about it. Alex is young and it’s harder to control all of this, which is what happened to him.

Mia froze at Paul’s words; she knew exactly what he meant by it. And he was not going to like her explanation of why she did.

“So cold ones are vampires, right?” Mia said slowly, moving away from Paul only for Sam and Emily to walk out of the house and back out to them, this time joined by Quil and Embry. They all agreed while she stared at the five of them unsure how to start this conversation. “First things first, not a threat. Not even slightly but there may be something I have to tell you..”

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[fionarara]

HIPSTER KENMA PART 2 WHEN PLEASEEEEE IM OBSESSED

nonni all caps ?? for hipster kenma ?? i thought this idea was an incredibly niche thing in my odd brain which would legit get like zero interaction, i straight up wrote it mostly for myself, so this is a v pleasant surprise (Ｔ▽Ｔ) also, this got longer than expected, but since you requested it with such enthusiasm, i wanted to add in a little extra detail as a treat for you ♡

+ hipster ! kenma . pt. 2 .

(+ part 1 ⇢)

+ hipster ! kenma who feeds his hairless sphynx cat gluten-free food, because he wouldn’t feed his cat a certain diet that he isn’t also on himself

+ hipster ! kenma who thinks much of the fashion industry’s antics are ridiculous for being so overpriced (and that some of their practices can be harmful to the environment), but will drop $375 bucks at a carefully curated, high-end, second-hand designer fashion shop in the arts district on a fresh pair of black jeans, ones that already come pre-ripped and are conveniently labeled as having a 'distressed' look. so edgy. clearly, who needs logical pricing when you can pay a premium to look like you've been through a barbed wire fence? + hipster ! kenma dislikes coffee, because not only is it so acidic on the PH scale, the entire culture surrounding the popular brew (–and yes, he really did call coffee, “the popular brew” when explaining this to you) is so aggressive in prevalent society, as it seemingly promotes an inherent overly capitalist mindset that is so patriarchal. instead, he opts for ~matcha with lion’s mane extract~ for better concentration and whenever he needs a pick-me-up. besides, he prefers things being more chill and calm anyway, and coffee makes him feel too jittery and whacked out + hipster ! kenma doesn’t actually have the best grasp on crypto or stock trading, but from believing and claiming he did, got yaku involved in also investing in that one reddit gamestop stock with him. unfortunately, due to a bad call of not pulling the shares out in time, they lost a considerable amount of money. L. but as short-tempered as yaku used to be, he’s mellowed-out in his older years and only blames himself in the end for even listening to hipster kenma in the first place. anyway it’s cool–when yaku came to visit town from russia, he got taken out by hipster kenma for an evening of partying, all drinks and party drugs on him, as a sort of apology for the risky financial loss—the night ended with the both of them on the floor crying together from reminiscing about past memories and ‘the good ole days’, sheesh + hipster ! kenma who sometimes seems like he hates you, but gets a bit of a kick out of you bringing it up, because whenever you do, he gets to playfully remind you he’s just in resting mode or deep in thought by making the same joke every time, “that’s just my cunty cat face” + hipster ! kenma who is prone to getting some pretty gnarly anxiety at times, so he takes these 15mg edible marijuana gummies to chill himself out. his favorite flavor of THC gummy bear from the packet you gifted him, and which he now regularly takes, is salted caramel and dark chocolate + hipster ! kenma will drag you to see an arthouse docufilm about the music history of video games with modular synthesizers, etc. at this little blackbox theater, complaining that those big blockbuster movie chains are ripping you off by charging way too much for mainstream crap, but then he proceeds to overpay for an overpriced, organic, effervescent, raw kombucha drink once you arrive at the little indie theater (he definitely thinks buying soda at the movie theater is beneath him, “the way i see it, if you want a soda at least make it, like, an actual appropriate setting, go to a carnival and have it with a corn dog.”)

+ hipster ! kenma loves street food. will take you to the local art walk/night market festivals once a month, fascinated by tasting all the different street food vendors and scoping out the community art scene, he’ll even end up treating you with a tasty treat every time from one of the booths. although he doesn’t particularly love overly sweet things, he will especially eat any sweetly-glazed savory snack that comes on a stick. one thing about him that you’ve come to appreciate though is that he doesn’t just gobble down his food, no, hipster kenma actually enjoys taking the time to savor what he consumes while giving insightful commentary on the food’s flavoring, etc. + hipster ! kenma who DIYs…many things, because he figures, let’s be honest, other people can’t be relied upon to make things correctly, not by his standards. especially when it comes to his computer, which of course he built himself: it has a fully transparent case so you can see right through to the whole display of all dazzling gear and deco inside of it, and in his words it had to be, “a state of the art custom loop with full liquid cooling”. you admit the inner flashing lights are pretty and the computer is definitely so decked out, that it's for sure one of the coolest things you’ve ever seen.

+ hipster ! kenma kinda has this weird thing that if he didn’t think of a cool idea for his twitch stream first after seeing it from another popular streamer, then he acts like it’s kinda inherently stupid, mentions how blasé it is to you and his friends, even if deep down he does find the idea interesting or appealing and probably, most definitely, would’ve adopted it himself 

+ hipster ! kenma who can oftentimes hold the belief that adopting a cynical and pessimistic outlook on life makes one more intelligent and analytical, even more sophisticated or enhances his overall cleverness of mind, sad + hipster ! kenma is hot. okay. in such an understated way, which all the more makes him hotter, though he’s not fully aware of his own appeal, or perhaps only mildly—actually attracts a fair amount of bitches when he goes out to the dive bars or local music shows, ones who aren’t intimidated by his sort of mysterious appearance or superior demeanor which is bound to come off a little pretentious, but in truth, he’s actually a bit insecure and shy about being approached so often and therefore tends to stay pretty silent when that happens, unsure of how to fully deal/cope with someone who is being so direct about their interest in him. ultimately prefers the slow get-to-know-you burn when it comes to any romance: a friends first, lovers later kind of thing + hipster ! kenma is incredibly observant, especially in social situations and mostly prefers to just take everything in, only speaking when he has something truly poignant to say … or when an opportunity strikes to completely, calmly, eviscerate someone’s inane or ignorant opinion, delivering a point so smooth, he’ll crush their shitty take all in a such a demure, cool, collected and resolute manner to the point where the dumbass person in question doesn’t even know they’ve been schooled and insulted by him until the roar of jeers and laughter from the surrounding crowd are heckling the unbeknownst fool, sick burn hipster kenma + hipster ! kenma only dares to wear brighter colors when at the beach and the item of clothing is a hoodie (proclaims it’s a light and breathable one though sooo he’s not sure what everyone is making such a fuss over when you, hinata, kuroo and the rest of your beach crew kick up some sand towards him while chiming in unison to urge him to, “take it off! we’re by the ocean, bruh!”) – the brightest colors of those hoodies ever worn at the beach are either a pale mustard, burnt amber, or white with possible cool textile designs. not only that, but he’ll stick to the shade beneath the large beach parasol playing on his nintendo switch, because listen, he isn’t about to get skin cancer on account of the toxic chemicals they put in sunscreen these days just so he can catch some rays (which of course, the sun could also give one cancer) + hipster ! kenma has these annoyingly long pretty dark lashes which are framed so nicely by his non-prescription clear frame glasses, and every so often you will playfully grumble to him about how unfair that is, since he’s a boy and doesn’t even care that he’s got them, then proceed to joke by asking him to give you some of those lashes since he doesn’t in fact need all of them for looks. he’ll respond by lightly chuckling and referencing that one Clockwork Orange film scene where the main character’s eyes are forced to remain horrifically clamped open, slyly suggesting, “if you can manage to get me in a position like that, then and only then, can you have them” but don’t bother, he continues, because you’ll never get past him~~ + hipster ! kenma who, no matter what he seems like on the surface, you know in the end that he’s undeniably ride or die for his friends, 10/10 will always always have their back, willingly giving them a hand without making a big deal of it + hipster ! kenma shelled out quite a hefty price on his ‘Beats by Dre’ headphones, even though as a self-proclaimed audiophile he knows they’re nowhere near being the best on the market, only bought them for the clout, and walks around town wearing them or for his twitch streams + hipster ! kenma secretly cries to bon iver, sufjan stevens, james blake, ryuichi sakamoto, erykah badu, nick cave and portishead when he’s alone + hipster ! kenma watches a looot of documentaries 

+ hipster ! kenma owns this cat shirt ↴ doesn’t wear it out in public though, only to bed, and has had it so long it’s already starting to fray at the sleeves and shoulder's seams:

+link2masterlist.

[nudystar]

𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 !

♡ ⸺ kai x giyuu; aka “don’t worry” bf + “I should be worried” bf

♡ ⸺ setting: college au (featuring me 😍)

tags ! @ki-yuuu

₊˚⊹♡ dates with kiyuu are pretty much mellow to say the least. they’re not one to do something extraordinary. if they do, it’s more than likely kai’s idea. some examples would be movie nights, art museums, boba dates, or even catch them at the library studying

₊˚⊹♡ when they first got together, giyuu was stressing on where to take kai, he was still learning the ropes of a relationship. he really really likes kai and don’t wanna ruin what they have going. so he went to kai’s friends on what he should do. was it the best idea? ummm….

₊˚⊹♡ some suggested to do something out of the box, some suggested to take him out to see a movie. mia, the amazing friend she is, suggested a cute lil picnic for the two. giyuu thought about the idea and saved it just in case he heard something better

₊˚⊹♡ giyuu started planning the picnic, he would ask his friends to help him out with the picnic. giyuu would ask kai questions here and there to help out. kai was curious but left it alone

₊˚⊹♡ the day of the picnic, giyuu drove him and kai to an open field, not too far from campus. this sky was decorated with stars and lit well by the moon. the scenery was breathtaking and the temperature was perfect for stargazing and a picnic. not too hot, not too cold, and mild wind

₊˚⊹♡ kai was confused, asking questions though he continued to follow giyuu’s lead. giyuu opened the door for both of them and started laying out everything. two blankets in case it gets chilly, the basket, and a little letter. kai was amazed and admired the scene in front of him

₊˚⊹♡ giyuu was a bit nervous, following kai’s facial expression to see if there was dissatisfaction. he asked kai if he liked it and all kai did was hug him tightly. kai was praising him for this beautiful dinner of their fav foods, little snacks, and the envelope with his name on it with a heart. he asked about it and giyuu allowed him to open it, which made kai’s night and kai show one of the greatest smile giyuu’s ever seen

₊˚⊹♡ the letter was a love letter ! giyuu isn’t the best at expressing his feelings so he wrote it, writing his heart away until it was empty. the letter expressed how much giyuu valued kai, how beautiful he is, inside and out, how he can’t imagine a life without kai. all the things that basically scream “I love you”

₊˚⊹♡ after reading, kai placed the letter down and hugged giyuu. giyuu hugged him back and they stayed like that for quite some time. actually, for a really long time, they may as well have stuck like that for the rest of the night. that would be the case but both were getting quite hungry

₊˚⊹♡ for the rest of the night, they ate food, and talked until their stomachs were filled. they laid on the picnic blanket with the pinkies connected, pressing light kisses to each other’s forehead <3

₊˚⊹♡ it’s not too early to say “I love you”, right?

here you go pookieeeeeee <3

[perhaps-in-anotherdream]

[CN] Victor’s Ranch Date (Eng Translation)

⌚Warning⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for a date, 牧场之约, that is yet to be released in the global server! ♡

It’s very important to read the PROLOGUE and the DIARY ENTRIES before the date. Remember to read them first! ♡

[Translation Under The Cut]

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✧ [PART 1] ✧

The awning overhead under the bus stop next to the ranch renders shade in the fervent summer sun.

I look at the time on my phone screen and can’t help but sigh.

MC: What’s taking him so long...

I set several alarms before going to bed last night, wanting to give Victor a “surprise,” who specifically reminded me not to oversleep.

As a result, I rushed to the bus stop where we planned to meet with my heart abounding in excitement, only to find that I’d arrived a full hour early.

Staring at the chat box, I debate whether or not to send Victor a message.

MC: No, nope, can’t! If I did so, there would be no point in getting up early today!

I release a gigantic yawn, my gaze wandering over the passing crowd in my surroundings.

Passerby: Darling, let’s go milk the cows first! That’s the ace of the items here!

I look around at the sound of the voice, watching the young men and women walking toward the gate of the ranch as they chat and laugh.

On the huge billboard at the entrance–– adorable cattle and sheep are roaming among the vast pastures, looking carefree and at ease.

My heart, which has grown somewhat restless from the wait, gradually settles down under the influence of the relaxing ambience.

I casually pick up the guidebook that’s placed by the bus stop and look at the tagline on the cover.

MC: “Experience close interactions with the animals to your heart’s liking, and enjoy a relaxing holiday that allows your heart to fly freely.”

I mumble to myself as I read through the guidebook, inwardly figuring out what items I want to experience with Victor today.

MC: …let me find that ace event… ah, here it is!

MC: “Taste the exclusive mellow reward with the milking challenge,”…it really seems that they weren’t wrong.

MC: Wow~ The ranch’s special offer, “Bunny Pasta,” looks so cute and delicious!

Each of the unique experiences offered by the ranch makes it difficult for me to choose as I’m constantly weighing the order of priorities.

Perhaps it’s the brain operating a brief “job,” or perhaps it’s the warm sunshine–– I find that my drowsiness has been set off.

I yawn again, though only ten minutes have passed.

MC: How about I shut my eyes for a little while…

With this thought, I close my eyes. The vision of a brilliant summer day appears in my mind as Victor brings out a chilled pudding from the kitchen.

MC: [eyes still closed]  …it’s such a hot day. If only I could pull out a chilled pudding from my bag at any time.

?? (Victor): You’re the first person with the ability to “talk in sleep” while being awake.

A deep, low, helpless voice resounds in my ear, forming a wonderful overlap with the scene in my mind.

My eyes snap open–– the familiar figure standing in front of me just happens to screen off even the last beams of the blazing sun.

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✧ [PART 2] ✧

Seemingly because of my “sleep talking” just now, Victor brings me straight to the “Bunny Restaurant” after we walk into the ranch.

The not-so-big restaurant is decorated with a few tables, and the soft tablecloths are trimmed with various cute bunny prints.

Waiter: Soft-boiled eggs for two, and our signature dish, “Bunny Pasta.” The chilled pudding will be served at the end of the meal. Please enjoy.

The pasta on the plate is orchestrated in the silhouette of a rabbit, with carrots and broccoli embellishing the rather soulful features.

The steamy soft-boiled eggs sit on small rattan-woven trays, representing a rather ranch-like style.

MC: [to the eggs] Let’s start with you!

I reach for the steaming hot egg, but am captured in the air by another hand.

Victor: Not afraid of the heat?

MC: If I get burned, I will pinch the ears.

I speak in a serious manner. However, I still can’t resist the gaze Victor casts me; obediently take out a tissue and wrap the egg.

The heat travels down my fingertips. I subconsciously pinch the two corners, unexpectedly drawing out the shape of two cat ears.

MC: Pfft. Victor, don’t you think it looks cute?

Victor: Are you planning to pinch the egg’s “ears” if you get burned?

MC: I can also eat it and take revenge “for the burn.”

Victor: You’re quite vindictive.

MC: I call this fair and aboveboard “revenge.”

I lightly knock the egg twice on the edge of the table as I speak. The fine cracks spread irregularly across the eggshell, a familiar-looking pattern intruding into my line of sight.

MC: This pattern...

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A month ago, I was at Souvenir for Victor’s “new dish tasting session.”

As the sole tasting official, I’d availed myself of Victor going out to answer a call and treated myself with an extra pudding.

I snuck into the back kitchen with an absolutely empty plate and quietly cleaned it up.

MC: Why are they here? They shouldn’t be expired, right?

I picked up the eggs and sifted through them. The date of manufacture on them was the day before, so I guess Victor had left them here.

With this thought in mind, I opened the fridge door to return them to their original host when I unwittingly glanced at an inconspicuous pattern next to the date.

A chick half squatted in an eggshell, the simple lines were nifty and exquisite, and appeared to have been designed with care.

MC: What on earth is this chicken pattern for?

Victor: It’s a logo.

MC: !

I was given a scare by the sudden sound behind me, causing the egg in my hand to be tossed in midair.

In the next second, Victor caught it steadily, looking at me with a more roguish, playful look in his gaze.

Victor: Is this your new method of “blowing up the kitchen?”

MC: No, of course not. It’s cause you appeared out of nowhere and startled me.

Victor: What are you doing sneaking around here.

Victor: Staring at an egg in a daze?

MC: I-I was just here to wash my hands, that’s all. I cleaned all the dessert plates while I was at it!

Looking into those inquiring eyes, I hurriedly diverted the topic.

MC: The chick logo on this egg is so unique. Are those very special eggs?

Victor: Not really. It’s just that their manufacturing ranch doesn’t supply goods to the outside world. As a result, they can’t be seen on the market.

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This pattern… is the same as the one I’ve seen previously at Souvenir. As I recall this scene, I can’t help but be entranced.

Victor: Why are you staring blankly at the egg again?

MC: Where was the ���again”…

Victor: It was the time when you ate a pudding on the sly, snuck into the back kitchen, and were discovered by me.

MC: D-Do you have any evidence!

Victor: Nope. But the glass of the external wall is transparent.

MC: …

After suddenly being struck by the tale of being caught in the act after a month’s time, I lower my head and peel the egg, knowing that I’m the one in the wrong.

Victor: Take this one.

Victor naturally puts his peeled egg into my palm and takes away the one I was peeling.

MC: So… is this the ranch you were talking about that doesn’t supply goods to the outside world?

Victor: Your mind’s turned quite speedily this time.

MC: In that case, let me make another reasonable speculation…

MC: Was LFG among the investors who supported the redevelopment of this town?

Victor doesn’t reply, just softly hooking the corners of his upward. The answer already needs no explanation.

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✧ [PART 3] ✧

[T/N]: Sorry, but the first section without any context is just–– skfksjzpwk my head went straight into the gutter LOL and HIS VOICE ACTING DOESN’T HELP!!! (//◎/o/◎//)

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After brunch, Victor and I enter the stall barn to experience the “milking challenge,” the one I’ve been looking forward to the most.

Staff Member: ...before milking, create distractions for the cows with food, then gently stroke their backs to build trust.

Staff Member: During the process, as long as you don’t pull too hard and apply the appropriate amount of pressure, it’ll be fine.

I lean on Victor and listen attentively to the staff’s explanation.

At the thought of doing it myself later, I can’t help being eager and squeezing my palms.

MC: How much is the “appropriate” amount of pressure?

Noticing my muttering, the staff member smiles and winks, pointing to Victor beside me.

Staff Member: Miss, you can try it out by squeezing your boyfriend. He will feel just a little amount of pain, that’s all.

I tentatively look at Victor as I conscientiously contemplate this suggestion.

My eyes travel from his fingertips to his forearms, to his shoulders, then to his chest and his slightly peeking out collarbones through his half-open neckline.

Finally, my gaze meets those ever-calm and deep eyes. Sure enough, he knits his brows into a frown.

Victor: What’s on your mind?

MC: No-nothing.

Victor laughs out loud, a little helplessly. He then inches a bit closer to me.

Victor: Squeeze anywhere you like.

Victor: However, there’s a condition.

MC: What’s the condition!

Victor: It’s confidential for the time being.

I pout, but lean over anyway, ready to seize this rare opportunity.

My gaze cruises along the tips of his slightly damp hair, and lands on the exposed half of his arm. I raise my hand and gently squeeze an inch of warm skin on his arm, exerting slight pressure.

MC: Is this force okay?

Victor: Too gentle.

MC: Ah, how about this?

Victor: [sexy gasp]  …too strong.

MC: Then, I’ll change the position again.

Victor: [laughs helplessly]  Do you think you’re kneading dough?

Though a little helplessness is evident in Victor’s tone, his eyes reveal a tinge of laughter. He takes my hand in a smooth motion and squeezes it twice in his palm before holding it firmly in his grip.

Victor: This is just right, got it?

Soon, we grab our tools and make our way to the fenced-off area on the outdoor lawn.

As I rest my upper body on the fence and enjoy the relaxed and contented “cow walk,” my eyes fix themselves on a pair of relatively docile-looking mother and child.

But unexpectedly, as soon as we walk into the enclosure, the little cow continues to make a low, vigilant “moo” sound.

MC: Why does the calf keep shouting? Is it afraid or…

Victor: Wait a moment first.

Victor pulls me behind him and takes two steps toward it. The little cow’s bellowing grows more and more high-pitched.

He creases his brows, as though he already knows what the problem is.

Victor: This should be a stress response. It’s afraid that we might hurt its mother.

Victor: A little appropriate appeasement will do.

MC: Soothing seems to be done with feeding it first, and then, what should we do?

Victor: Weren’t you quite engrossed when listening to the briefing?

MC: How can you remember if you only listen to it once…

I poke Victor’s arm with my finger, tossing a look of “I’ll leave this in your hands.”

Victor curls his fingers and taps me on the forehead, leaning down to lift the milk jar.

He places the milk jar in front of the calf and successfully attracts its attention. Then squatting down, he raises his hand to the calf’s back and strokes it gently.

Along with his action, the calf gradually quiets down, letting out a relaxed “moo” sound from time to time.

Looking at Victor exuding an air of such proficiency, I can’t resist poking fun.

MC: I didn’t expect CEO Victor to be so experienced in milking cows. Could it be that he’s learned this before?

Victor: I’m not like a dummy.

Victor: Once you’ve understood the demonstration, come over and give a hand.

He straightens up as he speaks, preparing to stand up. But at some point, the mama cow suddenly appears behind him.

MC: …Victor, behind you!

I open my mouth nervously, subconsciously freezing where I’m standing. Victor’s hand pauses in mid-air, still holding the posture of appeasing the calf.

In the next second, the mama cow’s curled tongue is licking at him as if thanking him for soothing the calf.

Victor smiles. As though thinking of something, an unbridled tenderness streams through his eyes.

I heave a sigh of relief, my footsteps immediately becoming relaxed. I promptly take the milk bucket, which Victor stuffs into my hand.

Victor: It’s time for a certain someone to go into the battle personally.

MC: I’d still like to ask “Teacher Victor” for more help!

I imitate Victor’s movements and squat down next to the cow, and the soft yet solid sensation unconsciously makes my hands shudder a little.

After a few very careful squeezes, there is not even a single drop of milk in the bucket.

MC: Victor, what should I do? Should I use a little more force?

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[T/N]: LOL this cracked me up, remembering his MC imitation of the same sentence hahaha 🤪

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Victor chuckles softly and slowly crouches down beside me.

He lifts his hand and covers the back of mine, softly nudging my knuckles twice. As the familiar warmth spreads along my palm, I tilt my head and look into his eyes.

Victor: You were panicking just now.

Victor: I don’t see you thinking this much when you’re pawing at me.

MC: That’s because the object is you. How can this be the same!

Victor: Remember the strength I used just now?

As he speaks, he clasps my five fingers with slight force, a little more, and a little more.

As I watch the pure white milk slowly fill the iron bucket, my heart also becomes wonderfully crammed and heavy.

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✧ [PART 4] ✧

By the time we come out of the stall barn, the color of the sky is already gradually turning dark.

The deep twilight tinges the distant pastures with a smear of crimson, and even our overlapping shadows become softer.

I take Victor’s phone and admire the photos he has taken during this time.

The kitten hiding in the cardboard box, the scenery of the streets, the restaurants he’s visited–– each of them corresponds to the “tasks” I assigned him.

MC: It seems that CEO Victor has completed his tasks properly.

MC: I actually thought you’d been so busy with work that you wouldn’t have the means to complete all these tasks.

Victor: Since I’d promised you, naturally, I’d fulfill it.

MC: I should have known to give you more tasks!

Victor: The vacation isn’t over yet. It’s still within the period of validity.

MC: In that case, I want to have caramel pudding tonight! The extra-large kind!

A soft laugh spills from Victor’s throat, as though he’s already guessed my childish desire long ago.

Victor: You can have whatever you want tonight.

MC: Then I’ll have the spicy crayfish, aromatic pan-fried steak, and better yet, some fried chicken!

Victor: You do know how to seize the opportunity.

Victor: Go on, what else do you want to do?

MC: I also want to decorate the dinner setting a little! After all, I’ve chosen a delicious bottle of red wine. So, of course, we have to complete the sense of ceremony.

MC: Consider it our celebration party~

Victor: What are we celebrating?

MC: Celebrating that… the both of us have completed all our tasks perfectly.

I take Victor’s to-do list, preparing to tick the last one–– “spend a wonderful vacation together with MC at the ranch.”

At this moment, the sudden “baa baa” sound drifting to my ears captures my attention. But when I look around, I find no sign of a sheep.

MC: Victor, wasn’t that the cry of a lamb just now? Or did I hear wrong?

Victor: You’re right. I heard it too.

MC: But there’s nothing around here.

Victor: A flock of sheep passed by not long ago, and a lamb may have wandered off and got lost.

MC: So, shall we look for it then!

Victor arches an eyebrow, displaying an expression that he’s already guessed my thoughts long ago. He takes my hand and walks down the slope towards the depths where the wildflowers are luxuriant.

MC: Baa baa, baa baa~

Lamb: Baa~

The sound of a lamb crying finally rings out again in the underbrush next to us. I hurriedly brush aside the sawdust and wildflowers, and a tiny black-and-white lamb emerges in front of us.

Seemingly wounded, its body shudders faintly, but it’s not afraid of strangers.

Victor bends down and cradles it up. The little lamb lies quietly in his arms, making a feeble “baa baa” sound.

Victor: [HOW CAN YOUR VOICE BE SO TENDER AKASKVKD]  Its hind leg is injured, nothing serious.

I scan the surroundings to see if there’s anything I can find to help cheer it up. The blooming small, pure white flowers ineffably seem a little familiar on the endless field.

MC: I think I’ve seen this kind of flower in the guidebook… are they alfalfa flowers?

MC: This one is food for the lambs!

Victor: You really do have a good memory when it comes to food.

I smile mischievously, pluck an alfalfa flower and bring it to the lamb’s mouth. The lamb, which has been lowering its head till now, is instantly drawn to it.

MC: As soon as you’ve seen food, you’re in high spirits! There’s such a large area of alfalfa blossom here…

MC: Victor, do you think this little fella sneaked off wanting to eat at the buffet?

Victor: Is this also a resonance among the foodies?

MC: It’s a cross-species communication regarding delicious food!

Victor: Sophistry.

Victor hooks the corners of his lips upward in an evasive manner.

After he calls the staff, we sit together on the ground and wait for them to come over and pick up the lamb.

Enjoying the last smear of the indulgent sunset of the day, looking at the lamb resting comfortably in our arms, and this pastureland atmosphere, I can’t help but open my mouth.

MC: Victor, investing in small towns to help them restore their industry… it’s unlike the usual style of your business ventures.

Victor raises his eyebrow at me, wearing an engrossing expression.

Victor: What do you think I was supposed to do?

MC: Meticulous planning and earning money speedily.

Victor: Well, that’s exactly what it’s doing now too.

MC: But, this is also the supplier of Souvenir.

MC: You wouldn’t just stock causally at such an important place, right? There must be some special reason.

Victor: Take a guess.

MC: Can you at least give me a hint!

Victor: The answer lies in the places we have visited today.

I carefully search my mind for the memories of today, looking for anything “special” within this context.

My train of thought skims over every stretch of road from the bus stop, to the restaurant, to the ranch, until it finally rests at the milking scene.

MC: Is it the milking? Milk… could it be pudding! Is it the raw material for the pudding you make?

Victor: To be precise, it’s part of the material.

Victor: For the purpose of restoring an irreplaceable part of the memory to its original state.

His voice is light, and his entire being seems to have shed its sharpness and is enclosed in a soft layer of gentleness.

I recall the story he told me about learning how to make pudding. I suddenly realize what’s going on.

For a while, neither of us speaks. I follow his gaze into the distance as though I, too, can see that distant place wholly tinged with the colors of memories.

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[Tidbits]: MC is referring to Victor’s 5th Birthday ASMR, where he tells MC how his mom taught him to make “the most delicious” pudding in the world when he was a lil kid. And, today, if she knew just how much MC loves his pudding, she would be very happy~ 🥺❤️

–

I lean on Victor’s shoulder, speaking in a half-joking manner.

MC: How about making some extra puddings for me tonight then?

Victor: Nope.

MC: Why! I’m exercising my right to continue mentioning tasks during this trip!

I poke his arm in feigned dissatisfaction, only to be caught by a hand in mid-air.

The only remnants of light scattered on the horizon reflect the premeditated smile hanging at the corners of his lips.

Victor: I’ll decide the menu for tonight.

Victor: This is the condition under which, earlier, you were allowed to run amok on me.

–

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[T/N 1.0]: Me sobbing at how not only MC cherished the taste of his pudding for 17 years, even though she couldn’t remember his face, but she also tried her best to replicate that flavor, possibly so that boy in her memory would still be with her! Throwback to 泽言哥哥!!! 😭

[T/N 2.0]: VICTOR!!! I can’t with the depth this man’s love!!! This reminds me how–– because his mom took him to that designer’s exhibition as a kid and said she really liked the “Heart Of Eternity” earrings–– many years later when he’d become his own person and had the ability to do so, he purchased and donated those earrings to the museum– (Dazzling Date + Only Tonight MQ).

[T/N 3.0]: Not to mention how he suffered and carried the burdens of travelling through time and space for his mom too, as a kid (R&S Fleeting)🥲 And adding to that the emails his mom left for him and how he still calls her number to let her know about the minutes of his life HHNNGGGNNN AND NOW THIS!!! Zero was right and truer words have never been spoken!!!😭

“Victor, I am afraid even the gods don’t have such a heart of tender affection for the world as you do, do they?”

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[dairy-farmer]

(Again, sorry for bothering you and I promise this is the last ask I'll send you but I wrote a thing. Also Tim is intersex in this but still gender fluid. , cheers, Heart Anon ♡♡♡)

Dick laughs, bright and free, at Jason’s impassioned argument.

"Look, face the facts. No movie will ever top the 2005 Pride and Prejudice adaption. It has Colin Frith in a drenched white shirt! He looks like a drowned cat. What more could you want?" Jason's wildly gesticulating as they walk further into the house. It's a familiar argument, but Dick enjoys annoying his little brother. He grins and starts to speak when he stops, falling silent as he looks through the open double doors of one of the family sitting rooms, Tim sat before Bruce, letting the older man brush through his hair with an antique gold and ivory brush. Before them on the Persian rug, several of their younger kids player quietly, the twins stacking blocks while Amelia plays with one of her American Girl dolls. It's domestic, and Dick quickly turns his head away, and attemps to move past the idyllic scene without comment. But neither Bruce and Tim nor Dick escape Jason's notice. He watches, for a moment, letting Dick get ahead of him before he catches up.

"I didn't like it at first, either, you know," Jason says casually, following Dick into the kitchen. "Thought maybe Bruce was taking advantage of Tim. But they've really grown on me. They're cute together, y'know? Soft, and all domestic and shit. I didn't even think the old man had it in him. But Tim brings that side out of him I guess." He grabs an apple from the fruit bowl on the island, and leans against the counter, watching Dick open the fridge but not grab anything, just staring into it's brightly lit depths as if it held the answers to all the questions he didn't want.

"I didn't say anything, Jay." Dick points out flatly. He finally grabs a sport drink from the fridge blindly, uncaring, and just trying to find a way out of the conversation. Jason doesn't say anything for a long moment, tossing his uneaten apple from hand to hand.

"No, but you didn't need to. What the fuck is your deal with them? I know the age difference is sketchy as fuck but you know them. They're a match made in hell or some shit. So fess up, what's your beef with them? Is it tiny Tim there, the fact Bruce is actually a functional human being or what?" Jason's asks all of this blandly, a flat tone to his voice. "I haven't said anything because I didn't want to start shit infront of Tim, but clearly this isn't going away. So. Explain." This time Jason’s voice has a slightly harder edge to it, protective of Tim, the way the rest of family is. Although not half as much as Bruce is.

Dick sighs, and mirrors Jason’s posture against the fridge. "Look, I know they seem happy now, playing house, but you can't tell me you don't think this isn't going to end in tears, because Tim's the one who's going to really be hurt when it all falls apart. Not to mention the fact Bruce is going to go apeshit. You really don't think this is going to end in disaster?" Dick asks Jason, disbelief clear in his voice, and hands fiddling with his unopened drink.

Jason blinks, surprised, which Dick resents.

"What the fuck Dick? Yeah, maybe I had an issue at first that the big bad bat married the real life equivalent of a fucking, I don't know. Disney princess or some shit, but clearly something is working because it's been years, they're happy, and Bruce has actually mellowed out! Do I understand why the human personification of Pinkie Pie has manage to turn Batman into a real boy? Fuck no, nor do I want to. But they're happy, and they have some really cute, really well loved kids. Why you gotta look a gift horse in the mouth Dickface?" Jason demands, an incredulous look on his face. Dick shifts, crossing his arms tightly across his body.

"For the love of- Jason, maybe those kids are part of the reason I'm worried. There's not way those kids are as a well adjusted as they seem, and when shit hits the fan they're going to get a front row seat to the fallout. And guess what? I don't want to be the one holding a crying college age kid who's only achievements in life are a high school degree and a some divorce papers." Dick shakes his head and stalks off before he has to listen to Jason defend that farce of a marriage anymore, throwing his parting goodbye over his shoulder.

"Fuck off Jay, I didn't want to say anything and you know that."

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Tim arches back on Bruce's cock, biting his lips and eyes closed as he enjoyed the sensation of Bruce pounding into his tight little cunt. Tim's own cock, left untouched, sits there weeping and red as it bounces up and down with Tim's body while Bruce's picks him up and forces him all the way down with his hands on his hips. It's just as amazing as it always is, and today it chases away the remnants of Dick's words that linger in the back of his mind.

Tim always knew there would be those who would never understand him and Bruce, but the rest of the family had been so welcoming lately. Treating Tim like he was one of them. It had stung a little, even if he had known Dick hadn't been there yet, but merely keeping quiet to keep the peace.

Tim let at a little groan as Bruce ground him hard against his cock, using him like a flashlight or a sexdoll. Bruce cock filled every inch of him, and used him brutally, just how Tim adored.

"You're. Mine." Bruce punctuated each word with a hard thrust of his hips into Tim's needy little cunt, his hands still gripping Tim's hips to forcefully hold him flush to Bruce's own hips. It felt like Bruce was trying to force his cock into Tim's womb, as if he could make him even more pregnant then he already was.

Tim's mouth fell open with little whimpers, limp in Bruce's demanding hands.

"You. Will never. Ever. Leave me." Bruce flipped them over, never letting his hard, heavy member escape Tim's warmth, but letting one hand move up to brutally squeeze at Tim's milk filled tit. His mouth against Tim's ear, as he lay helpless to Bruce's assault on his body, as he took what he wanted as if with no regard for what Tim wanted or needed. It was Perfect.

"God, you're the perfect little slut. Made just for me, you'll never be able to leave me. You'll never escape me, you'll never be able to look at yourself without seeing my marks on you. From the stretch marks I gave you filling you with my children, from the bruises I've given you using you like the little toy you are, to the child in you now that I've given you. God, you're such a needy little thing. Why don't you thank me for all the things I've given you, hmm?" Bruce whispers sweet nothings in Tim's ear and he's helpless, unable to do anything but take it, whimpering and whining, tears filling his eyes, so very close to the edge.

Its so good, so perfect, Bruce's dark possessive voice in his ear, the painful hand on his breasts and the iron grip on his hip and ass and Bruce uses him like he's nothing but a toy for Bruce's pleasure. And Tim just knows, tears falling down his faces as he gasps out unending, heartfelt thanks you's, that as soon as Bruce will let him, he will orgasm hard enough to make him black out for a second and just float in the mindless pleasure.

But they have all night, and neither of them are in a hurry. After all, they have the rest of their lives together. Bruce smiles, a dark edge to it, and Tim shudders, staring unblinking into Bruce's own eyes, his partner, his husband, his everything. It's going to be a long night, and Tim is looking forward to it.

~♡♡♡

DICK EXPRESSING WHY HE THINKS IT WON'T WORK OUT TO JASON!!! 🥺 one of the other driving forces behind why i think dick wouldn't be able to believe or accept that bruce can handle or persist with married life is what he said in this one episode of batman the animated series where bruce is marrying this 'perfect' woman who is relaly just ivy's hand made plant to seduce bruce as well as other single rich people! he's very annoyed at bruce's wedding and at bruce's announcement of retirement because he's certain they won't last and bruce won't be able to resist being batman again and he's mostly right. but at the end of the episode there's a scene where all the plant spouses are being sprayed with plant killer and left behind on a sinking ship and bruce, who locked his plant-wife in a room when he figured out what was happening, watched as she stares at him from one of the windows, pressed to it and looking at him with an almost pleading look and he just stares. despite knowing it wasn't real, just a set up- i think he really was hurt that what he felt was never genuine, it wasn't organic, that he was only capable of that feeling under the influence of something. i think that might've hurt more.

bruce, i feel, has a deep desire to both love and be love. but his love is like a sticky moustrap, it's binding- you're locked into it. and dick knows that that's not a good way to be so he believes he's looking out for tim by not being able to accept it. and that line that he says about tim, about what will happen to him when it all falls apart: "don't want to be the one holding a crying college-age kid who's only achievements in life are a high school degree and a some divorce papers."

it's a cruel statement to make but it's one that fundamentally fits with the kind of hidden meanness that dick has and hasn't made much of in appearance in the comics for awhile. his frustrations with being "made" to admit that's what he thinks at the face of jason's incredulousness and poking about why he's so unbending in his belief that bruce and tim are doomed. dick might very well never come around to it, he just can't trust it- he can't trust bruce to stay in it even if he's shown year after year that this is who bruce is now, this is who he is when he has tim.

in a way i think dick will just be more saddened by the sight of tim "wasting" more years of his life on bruce and thinks that tim will be old and wrinkled and have given away all his life to a man that has just sucked him dry. and i think part of dick is both furious and terrified of the prospect because there's times where he imagines that's himself. because among his family he's the only one , aside from tim who can slightly handle bruce and he sees that a bitter broken person is who he'd have become if he'd stayed trying to keep bruce afloat.

but then bruce and tim!!! bruce fucking tim like an animal eating a carcus, just taking with no reguard "His mouth against Tim's ear, as he lay helpless to Bruce's assault on his body, as he took what he wanted as if with no regard for what Tim wanted or needed. It was Perfect." and tim just being absoluely thrilled, so happy, and thanking bruce for doing it to him. ughhh they're just so PERFECT together, they're engaged in something that to everyone else is sick and twisted but pans out so right for them. bruce's natural possessiveness and tim's natural neediness. bruce needs to be in charge, to call the shots, to be in control. tim needs something to follow and obey, to listen, be commanded, and controlled.

they're so happy together!! they've built a family and they're better at being people since they have each other 😭😭😭 they're just so sweet together!!!!!

[oswaldsleftbicep]

hey can u write a part two for the drunk and clingy reader but with the angels ʕ •ᴥ• ʔ thank u ♡

mikael, ricardo, & noel + drunk and clingy gn!so

that lil bear is so cute ʕ •ᴥ• ʔ i love it skfjks anyway sorry this is so late, work and school have kept me so busy, but i think i found a balance for everything :) also guess who got asked out on a date!!

genre: crack, fluff

cw: alcohol and intoxication, itty bitty spoilers in noel's part??

Mikael

❧ he was throwing this annual gala at his castle which was a pretty big deal in his side of the kingdom as no one is usually allowed in his castle

❧ and since this party is so fancy and exclusive, there's some pretty high end alcohol being served

❧ and since this alcohol is made for not humans, you can imagine how much it would affect a human like yourself, needless to say after one glass you were starting to get pretty hammered

❧ mikael spent most of his night doing host stuff and talking to his guests, so he doesn't find out about your condition until noel comes up to him hours into the party with a simple "y/n is very intoxicated"

❧ so he's like "oh shit" and excuses himself immediately to find you

❧ and when he does find you, he sees you talking to like seven people at once, spouting absolute nonsense stories and comments about your audience like "wow you're so tall!! you should play basketball, i better see you at the next game; oh yeah that reminds me of this one time..."

❧ you're talking a mile a minute and in any other situation this would be not a good thing as it's a terrible first impression, but the guests all think it's hilarious and adore you

❧ you eventually see mikael making his way towards you and you exclaim, "it's him!! my lovely lover!!" and you run at him, tackling him into a hug

❧ at first he's like "this is hardly appropriate, please let go" but you continue squeezing him tight and rubbing your cheek against his arm and talking about how much you missed him and scolding him for leaving you alone with all these people

❧ mikael was like "don't say that in front of them!!" but the guests couldn't care less, they were enjoying the hilarious scene playing out in front of them

❧ at this point, mikael has mellowed out a lot more and everyone in his side of the kingdom has become more chill overall so this situation is really just a funny no big deal type thing; in fact, everyone at the party is happy to see their leader with someone who loves him so dearly

❧ he asks one of the bystanders how much you've had to drink and points at the several empty glasses on a nearby table and he's like "ok yeah we need to get you some water like rn"

❧ he calls noel over and tries to get you to go with him to the kitchen to get you some water since he has to stay and continue hosting the party, but you refuse to leave without him

❧ since he still can't leave he sends noel off on his own to bring some water back and sits you down off to the side of the ballroom

❧ the whole time you're waiting you're still hugging onto his arm and you have you're ankle wrapped around his, and the poor man is trying to continue entertaining his guests but let's be real, they find this situation more entertaining than any small talk

❧ so noel finally comes back with your water and hands it to you before walking off, but your hands are too wobbly to bring the cup up to your mouth, so you turn to look at mikael with pleading eyes until he gives in and helps you take sips

❧ since the party was almost over he decides to continue to sit with you until it was time to see the guests out; so he's formally thanking them for coming while you're next to him swaying a bit while clinging onto him and exclaiming "byeee, i had soooo much funn, see you next time!!!"

❧ as soon as the last guests leaves, he immediately ushers you to y'all bedroom to help you get settled in for the night

❧ when you get to the bedroom, you just flop down onto the bed without even bothering to take off your evening clothes

❧ when he tells you that you both need to do your night time routine, you whine like "noooo i just wanna cuddle :(("

❧ so he sighs, and pulls you off the bed and suddenly you perk up like "lemme help you!!" so now you're following him around as he gets ready for bed and he tricks you into getting changed and ready for bed

❧ so once that's all done, y'all get tucked into bed and you instantly latch onto him and ask him for a bedtime story and for him to caress you until you fall asleep

❧ he obliges, too charmed at how cute and demanding you are when you're piss drunk

❧ as soon as you drift off, he mumbles "why are you like this" before placing a gentle kiss to your forehead and falling asleep as well, holding you just as tight

Ricardo

❧ it was one of his days off and he decided to take you to this cozy little bar he used to frequent

❧ he was really good friends with the owner so y'all ended up getting a lot of free and discounted drinks which totally didn't do well for you lol

❧ a lot of the alcohols on the shelves behind the bar you hadn't even heard of because they don't exist in your world

❧ but ricardo insisted that you try a bunch of them because they're so good, much better than the weak stuff humans are used to

❧ so considering this it was no surprise to anyone when you got absolutely hammered about a half hour into your little date

❧ at this point you have several empty shot glasses laid out in front of you and you're practically leaning on ricardo for support

❧ so you're just leaning against him and holding on tight to his arm while he's sipping on a bottle of even stronger alcohol than what you were drinking

❧ and about five minutes into your clinging onto him you just suddenly announce "i need to pee"

❧ ricardo looks at you, quite amused by how you're acting, and he agrees to walk you to where the bathrooms are

❧ he opens the door for you to go inside and once you're in the bathroom you look back at him like "well? aren't you coming in, too?"

❧ you even ask him out loud if he can stay with you while you pee lmao

❧ but he says no :(( but he also reassures you that he will be right outside the door waiting for you

❧ this makes you happy and you let him close the door so you can do your business

❧ but when you get done doing your thing, you open the door and find him talking to someone else >:(

❧ they were just asking for directions to a little restaurant nearby but you didn't know this shh

❧ so you march up to the two of them, kinda swaying a bit, and you hug ricardo from behind, peaking your head out a bit to glare at who he was talking to

❧ ricardo's acting like this is no big deal and keeps giving your new enemy directions to the restaurant and even some recommendations

❧ once he's done the person goes to thank him, but you interrupt by slurring out "back off he's mine, you can't have him, he's already buying me dinner"

❧ needless to say this poor person is bewildered and very confused because they were just asking for directions?? not a date with this big scary dude??

❧ so they just laugh awkwardly and scurry off while you laugh to yourself like "hehehe success >:)"

❧ ricardo moves your arms off of him so he can turn around and face you, but without the support of holding onto him, you start to sway a bit in your place

❧ so he grabs onto your shoulders, sighs, and looks at you with a soft smirk before suggesting that the two of you go home

❧ you agree, happy to go anywhere with him, and wait patiently on a chair as he goes to quickly pay his bill

❧ when he comes back over to you, you remain seated and you lift your arms up to him, looking at him expectantly, clearly asking to be carried

❧ so he sighs again, turns around and kneels down so you can get on his back for a piggyback ride, which is the most wonderful position for you in this scenario because you don't have to walk and you also get to hold on tight to him

❧ so he walks with you all the way back to the castle, smiling gently to himself when he feels you nuzzle into the back of his head and neck or tighten your hold around him for a bit

❧ when you finally get back to the castle, mans hasn't even broken a sweat, he can carry you from town all the way up to the castle like five times in a row

❧ but mikael sees the condition you're in and is like "really?? it's not even five o'clock yet" it's five o'clock somewhere mikael

❧ so he just waves the two of you off and ricardo carries you back to his room for you to lie down and get some rest

❧ so he turns his back toward the bed and kneels down a bit so that you can hop off and into the bed, but you're just,, not letting go, you're like a koala

❧ he's like "umm,,, you can get off of me now??" but you're like "nah i like hanging onto you like this, i wanna keep holding you, if i let go that means i won't be able to hold onto you anymore"

❧ and now he's like "ok you got a point,," but then he says "but if you stay like this, i won't be able to hold onto you as well"

❧ and now you're like "ok you got a point,," and you let go of him and flop down onto the bed

❧ he turns around to face you and looks down at you with a look that says "i can't believe this idiot is mine to have forever" and brushes some hair out of your face before saying he'll be right back

❧ and now you're like >:O cuz he just said he was gonna hold you?? and he's leaving??? how dare he

❧ but he's too fast and you're too drunk and comfy to get up and chase him so you just lie there in bed all pouty until he gets back with a big glass of water, some bread, and pain meds for the morning

❧ he helps you sit up and makes you sip some water and nibble on the bread so you can sober up a bit, and leaves the rest of the water and pain meds for your morning hangover lol

❧ you let him do these things without protest because he's back and he's feeding you, you're happy :)

❧ once you're all done, you flop down into bed again and hold your arms open for him to join you, and as soon as he does you fall right asleep, finally content in being close to him and in a comfy bed

❧ he laughs under his breath at your antics again, places a few kisses on your forehead, and rests his eyes while holding you close

Noel

❧ ok idk how likely this scenario would be, but let's pretend the band of thieves he was a part of was having a little reunion at an underground bar

❧ noel was hesitant to invite you along cuz these aren't the best people, but oswald would be there too, and these people were like his family for a while so you wanted to meet them

❧ so the night of the reunion came and you met up with oswald outside of the bar and the three of you went in together and met up with a large group of rowdy, tough looking people

❧ ngl you were intimidated as hell when you first saw them, but when noel introduced you as his partner, you could see them lower their guard a bit

❧ one of the members, who you assumed to be one of the former leaders, comes up to you and you're shaking in your boots like "oh good lord what do they want from me"

❧ but then they hand you a whiskey glass with some alcohol in it with a small smirk, inviting you to join in the drinking but also to lowkey test your nerve

❧ noel's beside you squeezing your free hand like "hey you don't have to drink that if you don't want to" but you're like "nah i'm gonna do it, i gotta impress my lover's friends"

❧ so you take a deep breath and down the drink in one gulp

❧ the person who gave you the drink is a little shocked cuz that was a relatively strong drink and you just downed it no problem, you're pretty impressive

❧ and then you start coughing lmao noel pats your back until the fit goes down and all you have to say is "that was disgusting"

❧ this makes the crowd laugh and now all of them love you; congrats, you're in with the clique :)

❧ so you and noel find a seat at the bar and order a couple drinks, ones that you would actually like, and spend a while getting to know some of his former friends

❧ but as the night goes on, you can feel the effects of the alcohol start to get to you, but for some reason you just don't connect the dots that it's the alcohol doing this to you and you keep ordering drinks

❧ poor noel, who has a surprisingly high tolerance despite his small body mass, doesn't realize you are absolutely hammered until it's too late

❧ you just finished a conversation with another person when you lazily lean into noel's side to whisper "why are all your friends so blurry, is it cuz of a fight?" and the poor guy's like "huh???"

❧ so you have to explain that everyone you talk to has been like super blurry and they sound kinda funny and their words aren't making sense to you but you didn't want to say anything in front of them in case it was a side effect of a fight they got into a while ago

❧ to noel and to me too and i'm the one who wrote it this makes no sense, so he just straight up asks, "are you drunk?"

❧ you give it a bit of thought, look around at the empty glasses in front of you, and finally say "yeah, probably"

❧ you see him breathe a little sigh and he's like "that's ok, i'll go get you some water"

❧ but as you see him begin to stand up and walk away, you jump up and stumble out of your seat to catch up to him

❧ he catches you right before you actually trip over yourself and asks why you stood up, to which you reply, "why are you leaving me here, don't you want to take me with you??"

❧ he says again, "i'm getting you some water" and you're like "ok?? take me with you??"

❧ and it's not like he really has a choice at this point; you've already hugged onto his arm with the intent of not letting go anytime soon, so he's just like "ok this is fine, let's go"

❧ we love an unbothered king, he walks over to where the water is while still supporting you and keeping you from falling

❧ so he gets you the water and makes you drink it right then and there so you can sober up as asap as possible

❧ but as you're sipping on your water, one of noel's former friends comes up and it's instantly clear to your intoxicated mind that those two used to be really close

❧ well, it'd be obvious to anyone, this person was hugging noel and ruffling his hair affectionately and looking at him fondly, and surprisingly noel isn't batting them away like he would most everyone else

❧ so as you're watching all this go down, you're fuming behind your water cup, still sipping but glaring knives at this person who's being so affectionate to your partner while you're standing right there

❧ as soon as you finish, you interrupt their conversation by announcing that you drank all your water, pushing the cup toward noel for approval

❧ all he says is "ok, very good" and takes the cup to fill it up with more water for you while still listening to that person talking endlessly to him

❧ now you're starting to get offended and you make the executive decision to steal back noel's attention

❧ so what do you do? you try to chug all of the water in your cup. and what is the result? you start choking

❧ at least you got his attention. and the attention of everyone in a six foot radius of you lol

❧ he's patting your back, trying to help you pass the coughing fit, and even the person he was talking to is concerned

❧ once the fit passes, he decides that it's probably time to take you home, so he says goodbye to the people nearby and helps you walk out of the bar

❧ about halfway down the street though he has to carry you since you can't keep yourself up, and you hold onto him really tight

❧ he's not gonna realize that you were jealous of that person he was talking to, so he's not gonna ask what that whole scene was about

❧ so you have to be the one to ask who he was talking to so you can get an explanation, which he provides: that person was like an older sibling figure to him when he first joined the band, and they've always been affectionate like that with him

❧ this puts your drunk little mind at ease, and in the wave of relief you feel yourself start to get really tired

❧ you nuzzle closer into him and mumble out, "good, cuz you're mine ya know" and doze off into a little snooze

❧ he's still not gonna understand that you were jealous, but he does hold you a bit closer while whispering out "and you're mine" before continuing the walk back to the castle

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guys I SWEARRRR i have some sketches, I'm just done with first year of uni AND work isn't eating my ass this summer vacation. I'll start drawing shit again I promise 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

[mellowtine]

if my next post comes out in shitty quality i will scream and die

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honest to god i wish someone would look at me like this

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PEN ACQUIRED, WE'RE BACK IN BUSINESS!!!!