#(also i've had two glasses of wine so excuse any ways in which this is Unpolished)

[part-time-zombie]

What To Expect

pairings: logince (platonic, can be read as romantic)

summary: roman didn't think anyone else would be up this late at night, especially not logan. an unexpected encounter leads to a much needed heart-to-heart between the two, one that may lead them in the right direction towards mutual understanding.

tags/warnings: hurt/comfort, angst, angst with a happy ending

word count: 3864

a/n: this is basically my Night Owls fic, but if roman was the one to run into logan instead of remus. also this is like the second fic i've ever written (wow).

Roman couldn’t sleep. This was bad enough on its own, as Roman usually preferred to get plenty of beauty rest, but what was worse about tonight was why he was still awake.

Over the past few days, or maybe weeks, it felt as if a dark cloud had settled over his mind and heart in the wake of all that had happened between him and the others after the wedding, and that in any moment a horrible storm would come erupting to the surface if he didn’t do something about it first. He felt restless and tense and generally very unlike himself, and he was desperate to find a way to get this awful feeling out of his system so he could just get back to normal.

The thought of actually talking about what he was feeling had crossed his mind before, but he squashed the idea down as quickly as it had come up. Firstly, the notion that Roman was so pathetically helpless that he had to rely on someone else just to get a grip on his own fleeting, fickle feelings was simply laughable. He may be a pauper’s excuse for a prince, but he still had his pride to protect. Secondly, even if he did decide to bite the bullet and seek out some form of comfort from someone else, who exactly could he go to in the first place? Remus wouldn’t care to listen to anything like this, and Virgil really didn’t need someone else’s problems to worry about on top of everything else. As nice as a supportive hug from Patton sounded, there was no way he could go to him either. He just stood by and let Thomas choose that lying snake over him, actualizing the dreaded fact that Roman had fallen from grace and from Thomas’ favor. Patton listened to Janus instead of him without even trying to look sorry about it. No, there was no way he could talk to Patton about any of this, and he sure as hell wasn’t bringing this anywhere near Janus.

He doubted he could talk to Logan, either. Logan was probably the best side to go to for something like this, he could keep Remus in line without so much as breaking a sweat after all, and he was always capable of solving the other sides’ problems. He always knew what to do, what to say. And yet, Roman knew it was a bad idea. He knew he could stand to be more observant overall, but he could always tell how people thought of him when he talked to them. He had lost count of the vast amount of rolled eyes, defeated sighs, and outright hateful glares Logan had thrown his way. It didn’t stop there however. He had gradually noticed just how stressed and tired Logan had seemed as of late. If Roman came up to Logan and forced him to put his own work aside to coddle and comfort him right now, he’d probably despise him forever. Not that he would blame him.

A particularly loud rumbling from his stomach pulled Roman from his thoughts. He really hadn’t eaten very much today; he had hardly even left his room for any more than necessary. Maybe if he ate something he’d feel a little bit better, or at least be able to finally get some sleep. It was worth a shot either way, so Roman quietly crept downstairs to the kitchen in search of anything that would serve as a semi-satisfactory midnight snack.

And nearly tripped over himself in shock on the last step.

Logan was still up, which in and of itself wasn’t particularly unordinary, as Logan was usually one of the last sides to retire for the night, but he had never expected to see him like this.

He was sitting in the living room with a glass of wine and a plate full of Crofters on toast on the coffee table beside him, but he wasn’t reading a textbook or going over one of his notebooks like normal. He was resting on the floor and working on a crossword puzzle. Weirder still, he was in his unicorn onesie, and as the hood fell back with an absentminded shake of the head from Logan, Roman saw that he was currently listening to something on his earbuds. He looked soft and almost happy in a way that Roman hadn’t seen in a very long time. The most surprising thing of all of this to Roman was the fact that Logan was smiling. It was a small smile, more relaxed than enthused, but it was still an authentic smile. He looked so calm and light and completely at peace that Roman forgot why he had come downstairs in the first place, the hunger in his stomach quickly replaced with butterflies. He had never seen Logan like this before and he doubted he would ever get the chance again, and if Roman were a little more aware of himself right now, he would have slipped back upstairs as silently as he had come before Logan could so much as suspect that he had still been awake at all. He ought to do just that, but he couldn’t bring himself to look away from the incredible and impossible sight before him, completely transfixed by Logan's smile.

Which is why Logan finally caught sight of him lurking on the stairs and staring at him.

He had merely lifted his head up from the page in a stretch when he froze, wide eyes locked onto Roman's. The smile disappeared in an instant and was replaced with a look of sheer terror. Logan rushed to his feet in a dash, a desperate excuse or plea trying to stumble free from his shaking lips as Roman quickly moved from his point on the stairs to join him, reaching out to calm and quiet him. It didn’t seem to help very much.

“I, um, don’t- it’s not what it looks like. Please don’t say anything, or tell anyone, ever, please. It’s nothing, I was doing nothing, so just forget whatever it is you didn’t see,” Logan said in a rush, changing out of his onesie and back into his ordinary outfit as he stood up.

Roman couldn’t think of anything to say to calm him down right now. He had seen Logan angry, seen him excited, seen him disappointed, even seen him scared and saddened before, but he had never seen him so embarrassed like this. He didn’t know Logan could be this bashful.

“Woah, it’s okay, specs. Don’t freak out or anything, alright? I didn’t mean to spook you like that. I swear I had no idea you were still awake. I was just trying to get a snack,” he explained.

Logan shifted where he stood, eyes darting between Roman and the stairs behind him, as if debating on if he could make a run for it or checking to see if anyone else was awake. Upon seeing that he couldn’t get past the stairs without passing Roman, he quickly took out his earbuds as he straightened his posture and fixed an impassive look on his face.

“Well, I certainly didn’t mean to disturb you, Roman, though I must suggest you try to get some rest after you’ve eaten. It’s rather late, and a good nights sleep is essential to ones health.”

Logan managed to switch from being open and vulnerable to calm and indifferent with such practiced ease that it would almost be impressive, were it not currently concerning. How many times had Logan shut himself down like this for it to be so effortless? How many times had he had to practice this kind of restraint, and how could Roman not have noticed it until now? As much as he wanted to ask, he wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer. Roman instead focused on the smaller matter at hand; what exactly was Logan doing out here in the middle of the night?

“Aren’t you awake right now, too?” he countered. It was merely meant to be lightly teasing but going by Logan’s reaction, it must have sounded more accusatory than anything. Logan tensed minutely before looking away, where his eyes fell upon the still open crossword on the floor. He quickly bent down and retrieved it, holding it close to his chest in an almost protective manner.

“What were you doing up so late, anyway?” Roman added, too curious to be courteous.

Logan didn’t answer right away, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. Roman couldn’t help but feel a little guilty for making him so uneasy, but right now he was far too interested in what it was that had gotten Logan so defensive.

“… Nothing,” he finally answered.

“Get real, you were obviously doing something, Logan.”

“No, I wasn’t. I was, quite literally, doing nothing. That was the point,” he explained with a sigh. He fixed his gaze on Roman, a steely expression on his face. “Everyone has their own method to de-stress when they find themselves feeling overwhelmed. If I recall, you mentioned how singing to yourself was a coping mechanism you usually rely on. This is mine. Or at least, it was, before you decided to interrupt me. Though, I shouldn’t have been so foolish as to be so open in the common room like this. I assure you I will keep any and all future de-stressing sessions in my room from here on out, so you need not worry about me bothering you like this again.”

 “Logan, you didn’t bother me. If anything, I was just surprised seeing you so tranquil. What all is it that you do when you unlax like this?” he asked.

“What does it matter?”

“Well, I’d kind of want to know what it is that makes you so happy.”

“Why?” Logan asked, and despite the question seeming inquisitive, he asked it with the deadpan, defeated tone of someone who didn’t really see the point in the answer.

“It’s just, I don’t often see you so open like that, other than when you’re around Crofters, that is.” He said, lips upturning as the memory of their duet resurfaced. “And I’m honestly surprised you still have that onesie of yours. I thought you said they were too childish for you.”

Logan didn’t seem to share Roman's fondness for the recollection. He flinched just minutely enough for Roman to notice it before straightening his already stiff posture. “Yes, well, I suppose some habits can be somewhat hard to break. It’s nothing for you to bring up again, especially not to the others. Just leave it alone, Roman.”

“Logan, I’m not making fun of you here-”

“That’s a first,” he retorted with an almost exaggerated eyeroll.

Roman was stunned. “What are you… what do you mean?”

“Oh, please. I am not blind to the unmitigated plethora of mockery and insults you’ve thrown my way. ‘Sub-astute teacher’, ‘Squad-less geek’, ‘Microsoft nerd’, ‘Drama turd’, ‘Nerdy Wolverine’. I know you don’t exactly think highly of me, Roman, and that’s alright. We don’t have to like each other, as long as Thomas is doing well you can hate me as much as you want. It’s fine.”

Roman felt like he had just been sucker-punched in the gut. Every nickname Logan spat back at him was ringing in his ears with the sickening realization that Logan actually thought he meant them. It was all just supposed to be harmless banter, jokes to be lightheartedly exchanged like he and Virgil did. They weren’t actually… Logan couldn’t possibly believe…

“Logan, I don’t hate you. I never meant to make you feel that way, I didn’t mean any of it,” Roman started, but Logan cut him off with a scoff.

“Forgive me for my skepticism, but I find it very hard to believe you right now. I already told you; you are allowed to dislike me. I don’t mind. And I know that tomorrow you will undoubtedly use what you witnessed tonight as additional ammunition for your jokes, but I would still appreciate it if you tried to exercise some restraint. I do have a reputation to uphold, after all. Or at least, I should.”

Roman was speechless. Logan really thought that Roman despised him. He even thought that he would go so far as to make fun of him for finally unwinding like this, as if the mere sight of Logan in such a relaxed state didn’t fill Roman with light. Memories clouded his vision, images of Logan smiling and laughing about something silly, the sweet sound of Logan's singing as he lit up at the sight of his own jam, all of the times when he seemed so eager to participate in something jovial and juvenile. The memories shifted, revealing how many times Roman or the others had judged and chastised him for doing so, acting like he shouldn’t enjoy such things at all, despite it now being clear how much joy they had brought him. Logan had seemed so eager to participate in those light-hearted festivities, but Roman and the others made him feel like he couldn’t even enjoy his favorite food without criticism. He couldn’t even remember the last time he heard Logan laugh or even saw him smile before tonight. Is that why he was out here so late at night? Did he feel like he could only let go like this when no one was there to tell him he couldn’t? All because of the expectations everyone else had about him. How could Roman have let it get this bad?

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, so quietly that he was uncertain if he had even said the words out loud. Logan must have still heard him, though. His eyes widened in surprise, jaw falling open slightly. His arms dropped to his sides, one hand still absentmindedly holding his puzzle book. He shook his head ever so slowly as if struggling to comprehend what was happening. Roman could see denial forming in his mind, as if he were unable to accept what he was hearing.

“Logan, please,” Roman started. He took a breath and proceeded, desperate to make Logan understand. “I am really, truly, sorry. I never meant to hurt you like this. I had no idea how badly it was affecting you, but I promise you I didn’t want it to. I didn’t want this at all.”

“Then what did you want?” he asked, voice low and wavering.

“I wanted to engage with you. Those jokes, that’s all they were meant to be. Just jokes, ones I was hoping you’d return to me. I only meant for it to be witty banter, quips we could throw back and forth. I remember how you looked during that little rap battle thing we did. You looked so excited, so cool, you really seemed to be having fun. Not to mention how impressive it was. I was honestly amazed with how quickly you came up with those rhymes. And I liked having that kind of fun with you, Logan. I wanted to do more things like that with you. You used to smile so much back then, and you were so enthusiastic about everything. Dressing like Sherlock, making all those witty comebacks, even you wearing that unicorn onesie I know you love. You should have been allowed to indulge in all of those things that make you so happy, but instead of encouragement you were met with mockery. All those comments I made weren’t meant to put you down, they were supposed to inspire you to involve yourself in the banter more, to be just as silly as the rest of us. I should have noticed how it wasn’t being taken that way, so I’m sorry, Logan. I never wanted this for you.”

Logan stared back at him for a moment, blinking rapidly before clearing his throat. “Well, I suppose it is good to know that. I will definitely take all of this into account moving forward. Now if you’ll excuse me, I believe it is best for me to retire for the night. You should too, might I add.” Logan then moved to the coffee table, taking his things and disposing of them with one final swig of his wine. He worked quickly, shoulders visibly tense even underneath his shirt, and Roman didn’t know if he ought to help him or stop him before he dropped something or hurt himself. He found himself doing neither, too surprised to do anything other than stare as Logan desperately tried to ignore what had been said. After putting everything away as if he had never been there Logan tried his best to move swiftly past Roman, who had been standing near the stairs the whole time. Roman almost let him go, but the urge to ensure that Logan was alright compelled him to act instead.

He reached out a hand and grabbed Logan's arm as he passed, not hard or firm, just to stop him from leaving. Logan reacted as if he were burned. He tensed and violently tore his arm away, taking a few steps back, with his other hand absently rubbing at the spot where Roman's had been. His face was filled with surprise and shock, and Roman was sure he shared that same expression.

“Logan, are you alright? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked nervously. He took a step closer only for Logan to take another step back, keeping that same distance between them. He didn’t think he had grabbed him that hard, but he had definitely startled him at the very least. He backed off instead, granting Logan some space. Some of the tension left him at that, but he still seemed pensive about something. Roman wanted to punch himself in the face. He had only wanted to make sure Logan wasn’t too terribly upset after everything, but now he had gone and broken him.

“I really didn’t mean to scare you like that. I just wanted to… I don’t know. I guess I wanted to comfort you. You looked really stressed and I thought I’d try to help in some way. I’m really sorry.”

“…It’s alright,” Logan replied. He didn’t seem hurt, at least, but something was still weighing on him. “You just surprised me, that’s all. I’m fine. You don’t need to worry, you did nothing wrong.”

Roman wanted to believe him, but he couldn’t help but feel doubt gnawing at the back of his skull. No one would react that intensely to a hand on their arm unless there was something going on. Maybe Logan didn’t like being touched, he certainly never involved himself in any hugs or cuddles with the others. If that were the case, then Roman just up and grabbing him like that could have really upset him, despite what Logan had said.

“I don’t think that’s all true,” Roman murmured. Logan looked back up at him as he said this, but he continued. “Logan, are you sure you’re alright? I get that you probably don’t like being touched, so I get it if I upset you by grabbing you like that.”

“That’s not it, Roman,” Logan explained rather quickly. “You didn’t hurt me at all, I just didn’t see it coming. I suppose I’m just a bit unused to sudden bouts of physical contact like that, that’s all.” He looked away as he said this, almost shyly. “I haven’t exactly been held very much,” he muttered that last part to himself, so quietly Roman had to strain his ears to hear it. Logan hunched his shoulders forward slightly, arms wrapped around each other like he was trying to hold himself in a way no one else likely did. He looked so small like this, so alone, and it made Roman’s heart ache.

Roman had never seen Logan seek out a hug, or any kind of physical comfort, so he always assumed he wasn’t the type of person to enjoy that kind of thing. But the thought of him silently struggling, longing for some kind of comfort but feeling like he couldn’t have it for whatever reason made Roman’s stomach twist and turn itself into knots like a fork in spaghetti. He had to fix this.

“Logan, do you want to be held?” he asked, trying to keep his tone soft and even.

Logan hardly looked up at him, just enough to look him in the eye, before making the tiniest of nods, his face kept as still and solemn as possible. Still trying his best to look serious, even now. Roman wasted no time in crossing the room and pulling Logan into his arms, holding him in as tight of a hug as he could manage. Logan tensed for a brief moment, but quickly eased against him and softly returned the hug. Roman didn’t usually dish out hugs, more often than not it was Patton who started them, but Roman still tried his hardest to put all of his warmth, all of his care, all of his love into the embrace. He felt Logan's heart against his chest, beating rapidly but gradually slowing as he relaxed, and it only prompted him to hug him even tighter. Logan tucked his head into his shoulder with a quiet sigh, and Roman let one of his hands wander up to his head and play with his hair. That got him a small whine from Logan, who only pressed himself even further into Roman. He had no idea Logan could be like this, and he felt both lucky upon getting the chance to see him drop his guard and full of regret at having been the reason he was on guard to begin with.

“May I ask you something?” Logan asked him, voice slightly muffled by Roman’s shoulder.

“Of course,” he answered, voice slightly shaky with emotion.

“Why are you being so nice to me now?”

Roman bit back the tears that started to cloud his vision. Even now, Logan wouldn’t let himself accept this. “Because I realized just how mean I’ve been to you, and I don’t want to keep doing that. I want to be nicer, to do better. And I know it’ll take me a while to get it right, but I want to try. I want to do what I can to fix this, if you’ll let me. I want to see you smile again, Logan.”

Logan finally pulled back, just enough to look Roman in the eye. His eyes were shining with unshed tears, but they sparked with a faint glimmer of hope.

“And don’t worry, I would never want to make you feel ashamed for something like this. As far as I’m concerned, nothing happened tonight at all. Your secret’s safe with me, scouts honor.”

“You’re not a scout, Roman,” Logan replied. He rolled his eyes again as he said this, but this time it was with a fond exasperation as opposed to the scorn from before.

“Maybe not,” Roman said with a grin, “so how about a princes honor? Is that good enough?”

Logan smiled at him, and the dark clouds in Roman vanished. “It’s good enough for me.”

@britt-ish123 @lio-the-chaotic-nonbeanie-weenie @rougeside4 @oatmeal-stans-the-trash-rat @nico-the-overlord @keitaisghost @can-i-take-a-stab @new-zee-land

[otterlyfoolish]

No Smoking Indoors

(Shiba Togo x GN!Reader)

Warnings: Mentions of war, Possibly OOC, not edited

Tags: Small Age Gap, unrequited crush, its like really subtle though

Word Count: 3k

Summary:

Cafe Haru Haru has all sorts of people. Typically, you'd usually find people that's skilled in combat visiting the most for work. So it really shouldn't surprise Shiba to see a fellow war veteran there.

If you like Ao3 for reading fics more, here!

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Café Haru Haru is a café. Obvious, right?

You can buy coffee, you can get tea, you can get some sweet treats if the owner remembered to restock it for that day, otherwise you can settle for some sort of fruit juice she has in a little fridge under the counter. (Which is most of the time, since she tends to snack on her own products.)

From the decoration, you might think that its kind of like a bar, but there's no alcohol being served there - the wine glasses on the shelves are mostly for decoration. You can tell by the dust on the shelves - it might have been used to serve drinks once, but now it sits there solely to reflect the warm lighting and any sunlight it catches. It's probably for the best considering the main purpose of the business though.

It's not just a café, because if it was, it would be out of business extraordinarily fast. The main function is that it connects sorcerers to paying clients, and collects a fee. Typically it's yakuza looking for a little more firepower (sometimes literally,) or some blood thirsty fool that doesn't know any other way of life.

With a ring of the bell from the front of the store, it lets the owner know that someone's come in, whether it's a client looking for some protection, or a violent guard dog, she welcomes them in with a idle smile, hoping that its something more exciting this time.

"Excuse us!" The man yells out, already treating the place like a second home as he saunters in, the younger man next to him following closely as he gives him a blank stare.

"Ah, Shiba." She dejects with something of a scowl, leaning on the counter with a slump in her shoulders. "I'm busy right now, sit down and I'll get to you." She waves at him dismissively then shoots Chihiro a warmer greeting: "Hey, you look cool today as well, Chihiro!" To which she get a slow nod of confusion in response. Shiba glances between the two of them, the preferential treatment clear as day.

The two of them sit down at the stools, staying quiet as they glance over to Hinao explaining the details of a job to another customer - this was uncommon, they've never really been around seeing her handle her customers.

The customer has been served a cup of coffee (something Shiba and Chihiro had to always make themselves), and sat silently at the counter, reading over information Hinao had handed them. With a small thank you from them, Hinao nodded and then walked away, greeting Shiba now.

"So! What do you need?" She asks, leaving her customer to their own devices as she slides over to her regulars, hands flat on the table. "Need another job, Shiba? I got a couple, you might like." She says, "or just checking up on intel?"

"Just dropping by Tokyo." He answers simply, "but while I'm here, thought I'd also just ask you, how's it going on that front?"

"Bad." She sighs, looking out the window with a shoulders slumped. "I got nothing. Nada."

"Ah." He mouths back, while Chihiro lowers his gaze towards the counter, his face remaining as stoic as ever. Shiba had a feeling that the teen was pretty disappointed at the news though. "Well, let me see the job listings then. I'll check it out if it sounds promising."

"Sure, just wait 'till they're done." Hinao nods back at him, putting her hands into her coat pocket, using her head to motion towards the only other person in the room. "They've got the nice juicy ones right now. 'course, I've other ones if you're looking for something easier for a old man like you."

Shiba ignores that last jab. "Huh, really?" He utters back in response with a eyebrow raised - usually Hinao tried to pair up the difficulty to the person so her customers wouldn't be disappointed. If they've got the 'juicy' ones, that meant that they've got the high-risk, high-reward offers.

She nods back at Shiba, about to say something more before her other customer placed the papers down on the counter, waiting patiently for Hinao to speak to them again with their hands folded on the counter. Shiba glanced over again towards them as Hinao walked back over, discussing the details with the sorcerer.

"I'd like to take this one, please." They say holding one in particular. Their voice made Shiba's ears perk up.

"Okay, I'll give them a call, and we can arrange a meeting sometime." Hinao says, marking it down in a little notepad under the counter before grabbing the pile of job offers, sliding it over to Shiba. He didn't catch it, seemingly frozen as he looked across the room, leaving Chihiro to stop the pile of paper before it hit the floor.

"Thank you." They nodded back in response to Hinao who walked over to the rotary phone, humming absentmindedly as she rung the customer, one hand in her coat pocket.

"Mr Shiba," Chihiro starts out, trying to get his attention as Shiba still seemed to be frozen in his seat.

"Huh? Yeah, what's up, Chihiro?" He snapped out of it, glancing back at him as Chihiro fixed the pile of paper.

"The job listings you asked for." Chihiro answered simply, putting them in front of Shiba in a neat pile.

"Ah, thanks." He nodded, then turned his face back to the other side, looking at the only other customer again. Chihiro joined in, blinking at the two of them with a blank expression, but it was obvious he was wondering why Shiba seemed so interested in this other person. Slowly, he moved his hand to rest on the hilt of Enten, his eyes narrowing in anticipation, glancing over to Hinao, and made some mental calculations in his mind.

There didn't seem to be anything unusual about them - they seemed to be a pretty normal person overall, so Chihiro isn't sure what Shiba is picking up on. He's just trying to follow Shiba's lead. Then, there was finally movement.

The person from across the room pulled out a pack of cigarettes, pulling one out as they waited for Hinao to finish the deal for them. At the sight of them taking out the little box, she narrowed her them and shooed them out of her store, motioning towards the 'NO SMOKING' sign.

They nodded, then slowly made their way out. They seemed to have expected to be ushered out of the room. Choosing to wait outside as Hinao stayed on the phone, still discussing the details with her client.

Shiba's eyes followed them as they walked past him and Chihiro, still not even bothering to give either of them a single glance as they pulled the door open and walked out, standing outside for their smoke.

Chihiro blinked in confusion, then moved his hands back to his sides.

Shiba was quick to move after this. "Chihiro, you stay here and look through the pile, I'm going to have a smoke." He says, getting up from the stool, readjusting his shirt to look messier as he walked out.

"Mr Shiba, you ran out of cigarettes." Chihiro answers back, watching him walk out the door without another word from him. Chihiro blinked at the sight of him walking up to the stranger before turning to the pile of paper on the counter and reading through it carefully like he was told to.

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"There's a first for everything, huh?" A masculine voice calls out to you as you light your cigarette. You already knew who it was, so you didn't bother looking up as you took a deep breath as you let him continue speaking. "Never seen you in trouble before."

He looked at you as you slid the lighter back into your pockets, your eyes lazily turning to him as you began smoking, leaning against the cold walls of Cafe Haru Haru. You've aged, he could tell, but at the same time you looked younger - it's probably because of the fact the dark eye bags he's used to seeing on your skin wasn't so prominent anymore, unlike the past. You don't look so tired - maybe you've finally been getting some peace at night.

"Mr Shiba," you rolled his name off your tongue as you finally lifted your head up, blowing out a cloud of smoke as you spoke. You don't sound too different. "You still follow strangers into dark alleyways. Break that nasty habit, why don't you?"

He scoffed slightly at your answer, "we're not strangers, don't address me so formally."

"Apologies," you nodded back at him as you stood a little to the side, letting him stand next to you in the narrow space. He took you up on your unspoken offer, standing opposite you, back against the other wall of another building. "Oi. You brat," you verbally slap him as you let him settle near you.

"You're not old enough to start calling me a brat either!" He retorted back, but you could tell that he doesn't really care about the way you address him. He's playing around. "We're not in war times anymore either, so you're not my superior."

Shiba doesn't get angry easily, the both of you know that there's worse things to get riled up over compared to this. You somewhat miss the days where he would show you something that's a little more of a normal reaction.

"I wasn't done speaking," you say, pulling the cigarette out your mouth to speak again. He stayed quiet after that, listening to you. "You were worrying the young man by staring at me like that," you murmured out, gazing up at him with furrowed eyebrows. Your eyes seemed to catch something, as you briefly looked down. "Oh for goodness...! Fix your clothes." You grumbled, putting your cigarette back into your mouth to free up your hands. They smoothed out his collared shirt, and you pulled his suspenders back into place. "Why don't you notice these things, Shiba?"

Damn you and the eyes on the back of your head. But your observant nature was also what he was betting on. "Sorry."

He had noticed, but he knew that nothing would happen, so he didn't bother giving Chihiro any form of commutation regarding you. Though, he should have really at least gave him a wave or something. "I was just making sure that it really was you."

"Hm." You flicked your eyes up at him, not really buying his answer but chose not to linger long on it. "He looks like a young Rokuhira. But with less peach fuzz."

"...Yeah." Shiba nodded at your words, his shoulders slumping slightly at your words. His tone changed as he spoke, you noticed but couldn't place what he was feeling in response to your statement. "He's grown up a lot."

Your eyes flick over to the street and then back over to him. "Nice swords he's got." You state, taking another deep breath of your cigarette. Nonchalantly as ever, Shiba thinks, as you don't bother seeing if you're crossing boundaries you shouldn't be. "I take it that one of them is..." You say, not finishing on purpose, and Shiba is forced to mentally retrack his last statement.

"Yep." He nodded firmly at your unfinished question. If this was anyone else, he might have to reconsider sharing this bit of information, but he knew that you wouldn't do anything with it - it would just betray everything he knew about you.

You blinked at him slowly, already understanding any implications about that statement. "...I see."

A small moment of silence fell between the two of you - he rested his back against the cold walls of the building behind him as he gave you more space to stand with him. You stared at him, watching him watch you, the two of you aware of how close you were but didn't want to move further apart either.

"I saw the little poster about the Hishaku Ms Hinao put up." You stated, looking at him in the eyes, already knowing that he was the one that requested for the information. You've never asked Hinao about who put it up, but judging by what you know right now and the time frame that poster went up on the corkboard, you took a small leap of faith. He stared back into yours, occasionally glancing down to the cigarette in between your lips. "I'll let you know if I hear anything about them."

"...Thanks. That would help." He says, now looking off to the side before slowly guiding his eyes back to you, tracing your features as he tries to read your expression. He wouldn't be surprised if you were disappointed in him - he had a feeling that Kunishige would be.

You stare back at him, not caring about the way his eyes never really left your face. "Be careful," You say to him, locking back onto his pupils as you breath out another small puff of smoke. He stays silent, no random interjections. "I know you probably don't want to, but guiding or helping teenagers to commit violence doesn't settle nicely on your soul." As you spoke, your voice grew quieter. "Don't put more on your conscience if you can help it. The both of you."

...Huh. Shiba thought for sure you'd scold him for letting Chihiro do this. There was a part of him that followed you out of Cafe Haru Haru because he needed to consult to someone with a stronger moral compass. Kunishige wasn't there anymore, Azami could only assist him so much as part of the Kamunabi, you were the only one left.

"...Speaking from experience?" He asks you, though he really doesn't need to. He was there, from the start to the very end.

"I mean, that's all I have." You say back with a light voice that's meant to clear the tension, but he doesn't latch onto it. You take another inhale, shifting your eyes away, unable to bring yourself to look at what expression he had. "Sorry. I shouldn't lecture you."

"It's fine." Shiba says, but doesn't touch on it again as he shifts to another topic as you seem like you want to leave the conversation already. "How you've been doing recently?" He asks and the simple question already makes you want to let out a small groan.

"Eh." You start off, trying to think of a way to summarise your current everyday life in a way that won't concern him, but is enough to be honest at the same time. "Good enough. I'm currently teaching sorcery though."

"Huh?" He lets his mouth hang open at your words, blinking at you repeatedly. "Like, to a class? Or are you back in the Kamunabi?"

"Don't be ridiculous." You scoffed out at his guessing. "Just this kid that ran away from home." With a chuckle, you go on. "He's got potential, but he has a tendency to stick his nose into things he shouldn't be. He's like you when you were younger."

"I didn't cause that much trouble." He says, straight up denying your words.

"Only because you got away with it." You say, "The three of you would scuttle away to pull some shit off, and I would be forced to clean up any mess you made because I was in charge of your damn group." You let out a verbal exhale, thinking back on it. "If it wasn't for the fact it was war times, I wouldn't even be put in charge of you guys, y'know...? I'm not that much older than you."

He opens his mouth to say something in response to you, but when he receives a sharp glare in response, he closes it again, noticing something in the background. You turned around, looking at whatever he was looking at.

At the sound of a bell ringing behind you, you faced Hinao who had just exited from her store, holding a little bit of paper. The two of you instantly stop talking in anticipation of her speaking to either of you.

"Yo, you still- ah, there you are!" She said, walking up to you and extending the object in her hand to you, not caring that the two of you were just standing in the alleyway. "Here, they wanna meet up with you before working, but it seems like they're willing to hire you."

"Thank you, Ms Hinao." You said, taking it from her - you could tell from the lines that it was just torn out of her notepad. As you folded it neatly, you continued speaking, "I'll give you a cut of the pay if I get it, is that okay?"

"Eh?" She glanced over to Shiba who had forced a completely blank look on his face, not daring to show anything on his face to Hinao. He tried to look serious, but she thought that he just looked like a frog. "...Yeah, I mean, you always remember to pay up so I'm not too bothered." She agreed rather easily, before walking back into the café, realising that Shiba was talking to you, and there was just some sort of weird vibe coming from him. "See you."

The two of you watch Hinao go back into the café, a pensive thought on your face while Shiba continued to try to stay stoic. It doesn't really suit him, in your opinion.

"...Hm." You mumbled, sensing that she didn't want to hang around outside for too long for whatever reason, but once again, you don't care enough and just slip the paper into your pocket. "Well, I guess I should be going now."

His eyes darted over to you, "already?"

"Yeah?" You said, raising an eyebrow back at him. "I mean, I don't have a reason to stick around."

"You could talk to me." He said, "let's smoke together a little longer."

"Quit slacking," you shot down with a light laugh, rolling your eyes at him. "You haven't even been smoking while talking to me anyways."

He let out a small huff of annoyance, but you knew that he wasn't actually offended. "...Here, let's stay in contact." He says, pulling out his flip phone and handing it over to you.

"...Yeah, sure." You agree, putting your cigarette back in your mouth as you typed with both hands. When you handed his phone back over to you, he stuck his hand out, looking at you expectantly. You stared down at his palm, trying to think of what on Earth he wanted before taking the cigarette out of your mouth and putting it in between his fingers without another word.

He gave you a incredulous look, his pupils going back and forth from the object in his hands to your dumbfounded expression. "What?"

"...Huh?" You uttered back at him.

"I'm asking for your phone," he states, giving each word time to sink in, "so I can, you know, put my number in your contacts."

"...But I'm not going to contact you." You state, crossing your arms. He narrows his eyes at you, about to say more, but you chuckle at the expression on his face. "Goodbye, Shiba. Please give the young Rokuhira my sincerest condolences." you say back to him as you begin to walk away, joining the crowd. He watched your figure slowly disappear into the flock of people.

Shiba looked down at the object in his hands, it was still burning at the cherry. His eye flicked upwards again.

He pressed the cigarette to his lips, taking one last inhale of it as he looked at the crowd of people, trying to find you once more, before snuffing it out, walking back into Cafe Haru Haru.

[killmongerskeepermain]

Prompt Request: Hello! You’re such an amazing & talented author! Can I please get #13 angst & #8 fluff for Shuri? Thank you have an amazing day! <3 

Angst #13: “I never meant to hurt you”

Fluff #8: Kissing the crown of the head

You and Shuri had your fair share of fights. But they never got too bad. Not to the point where she actually yelled for you to leave her lab in front of everyone. It shouldn't hurt this much but her words will stick with you for the rest of the night.

"Get out of my lab Y/N. That's an order." She turned away from you and you were taken aback by her tone. 

"Fine then." Without saying another word you tossed your kimoyo bracelet onto the desk on your way out. You left the palace to take a breather before deciding to head to the village to visit a friend. You and Onabi have known each other since middle school. Fast forward you were on her couch having a few glasses of wine just catching up. 

"Honestly I was really surprised you showed up at my doorstep. I haven't seen you since a couple weeks ago." She smiled and you shrugged.

"Shuri and I have been having a couple of issues. She's been busy in her lab and I've felt forgotten but I've also been overbearing about it. It's just. It sucks." You told her and she handed you the bottle. “Remember darling, there’s no excuse for how she treated you, but if you didn’t handle it accordingly, things can get worse. Which is what it sounds like happened.” You poured another glass hating that she was right and she clapped her hands, bracelets clanging together.

"Well let's have some fun. There's going to be a party at this club tonight. You can come and if somehow you and Shuri make up, bring her along. Have some fun, dance on each other and shit." She grinned and you let a smile form on your lips.

"Maybe. When does this party start?" You asked and she checked her watch. 

"In about an hour. Which means you need to get back into the palace and find a cute fit. Maybe talk to your dearest." She raised her eyebrows. "Besides I'm rooting for you two to fix your issues." 

"Me too." You thanked her for the chat as it was good to talk it out rather than having a screaming match with Shuri. You left her place with the intention of going to said party tonight as you walked towards the palace. The walk wasn't long but it gave you time to ponder on the things your friend said. You let out a sigh as you step foot in the palace and beelined for your shared room. There, you started going through your closet to find something cute and simple. You had no one to impress so why go all out? The bedroom door opening caught your attention but you stayed looking at your dresses. 

"Griot told me you had come back." A voice said softly and you let your shoulders fall. "Sthandwa please. Let me make this right." You didn't hear any footsteps so you knew she was keeping her distance. You turned to face her and her eyes were red while her lips turned into a frown. Your heart broke at the sight and you held out your arms welcoming her into your warmth. She didn't hesitate to reach you in a couple of long strides, wrapping her arms around your middle. 

"I'm so sorry for the way I treated you. I didn't mean to hurt you. I came back to apologize but you were gone and I didn't know where you went and-"

"It's alright my love." You told her so she wouldn't continue rambling. "We both had a hand in that argument. I shouldn't have said what I said." You stared down at her before pulling her to her feet with a smile. "Dry those tears. We've been invited to a party." 

You tried to lighten the mood and beamed when you saw a smile make its way to her lips. "Party?"

"Yeah. Onabi invited us after we had a chat. She made me realize that I can be wrong too." You said and Shuri grabbed your face before tilting your head down. She kissed the crown of your head but let her lips linger for a couple of seconds as you held her waist. 

"Then let's get ready my love."

[dollofdeath]

[ENG Translation] Uryu's Character Episodes featuring Soun

originally i wasn't planning on translating these (or anything in general lol), but i've been undergoing such brainrot for these two especially since learning what happens in the main story that i had to do Something WHJGDJGH

just as a note, i use the default name (noa) for the agent. i do lean towards a localization style with my translations, but i'm also far from fluent in jpn so please feel free to correct me if you see any mistakes! thank you! the translations are compiled together under the cut, hope y'all enjoy 🫶

Character Episode: Favorite Place

Uryu: (I could have handled today’s business negotiations better… How frustrating….

???: Let’s wait here.

Uryu: (Over there on that bench is…)

Uryu: Soun-san…?

Soun: You’re Takato’s…

Drunk Woman: Hmmm, I can go for more drinks~ Soun, gimme another glass of wine…

Uryu: The woman leaning on you seems to be drunk…

Uryu: Is she a customer from Wisdom?

Soun: …She is, yes. I’ve called a cab for her, so now we’re just waiting.

Uryu: I see… That’s… a lot to deal with for your job, isn’t it?¹

Soun: It may be, but the work is worth it.

Uryu: Oh?

Soun: What about you? What are you doing here?

Uryu: I… wanted to enjoy the night breeze a bit, so I found myself out here.

Soun: Is that so?

Uryu: Yes.

Soun: …

Uryu: …

Uryu: (Maybe it’s because I don’t have anything in particular to say, but I can’t carry this conversation…)

Uryu: …Ah, it looks like the cab is here.

Soun: So it is.

Uryu: Well then, I’ll be taking my leave. If you’ll excuse me.

[Uryu leaves. The scene focuses on Soun.]

Soun: …

¹ he originally says その･･････大変ですね which is just like "that's... tough, isn't it" which i feel like is clunky as it is, so i tried to make it flow a little smoother and feel more in character for uryu

Character Episode: Matcha Hospitality

Noa: Excuse me! Sorry to drop by while you’re so busy before opening… I’ll just give these to you and go.

Soun: Wait there. It would be discourteous to you as guests if I didn’t serve you.

Noa: Oh, you made tea? Thank you very much.

Uryu: Is this… matcha?

Soun: It is, but I can get you something else if you’d like.

Uryu: No, it’s fine… Thank you.

Uryu: Ah…

Soun: Is something the matter?

Uryu: Not at all, this tea is excellent.

Noa: It’s very delicious, with a hint of sweetness.

Soun: Is that so?

Noa: Here are the documents on the virtual battle system that we discussed over the phone.

Soun: I’ll look them over.

Uryu: Our company has taken great care to collect the data in these documents.¹ Please let us know if you have any questions or concerns.

Soun: Understood.

Uryu: Um, excuse me…

Soun: What is it?

Uryu: Usually, most places would serve their customers green tea.² Why serve us matcha?

Soun: Because I’ve been thinking about holding a Japanese-themed event at the lounge soon.

Noa: That sounds nice. So you and the others will be making tea?

Soun: We intend to, yes.

Noa: Wow, that’ll be a sight to see³. I’m sure the customers will be excited about it.

Uryu: (I might be overthinking, but… this matcha tea tastes just like my favorite.)

Uryu: (Could it be that Soun-san went out of his way to find out what blend I liked?)

Uryu: (I mean I’ve never talked to him before, so how would he know? No, it’s just a coincidence… Right…?)

¹ i did tweak this to sound a little fancier than a literal translation since uryu takes his job seriously, but the gist of it is the same

² the original line is お茶なら普通に煎茶で良かったはずです, which translates to something like "if it's tea, sencha (green tea) would have been fine" but i feel like that sounds clunky in english... i tried to convey something that had a similar meaning and flows better

³ the original line is へえ、絵になりそう which is literally something like "wow, that [sight] would be perfect for a picture" and y'all have no idea how much i wanted to translate that as "wow, Aesthetic" FJKSDJKFDS 😭

[neoyongz]

no body, no crime 🩸 | alex turner

you aren’t letting up until you dig into the reason alex cheated on your friend.

warnings: this is fully based in no body, no crime by taylor swift & haim, the fic is centered around alex but there’s plenty of louise mentions since a part of the plot revolves around her, no smut, no fluff, criminal theme & plot, death

words count: 2.4k

disclaimer: english is not my first language so, in advantage, i apologize for grammar mistakes 🤭

“Louise! here!” you said as you saw your friend enter by the restaurant’s door. Louise was your best friend, you two met some years ago at work but even after you both left the company, you kept in contact with her.

“There you are! How are you?” Louise hugged you as her pearly-white smile showed up between her lips.

“Pretty good, no complaints. How ‘bout you? Have a seat, please” After the hug, she took her seat in front of you right before the waiter came to serve the drinks. “I already ordered, don’t worry” It was always the same menu for the both of you: pasta and a glass of wine for each.

“Oh, many things happened” You both thanked the waiter and he left. “Remember what I told you about Alex? That he started coming home very late and acting very weird?” You nodded and took a sip of your wine. “Well, today I checked our joint account and he sent some very expensive jewelry. Woman jewelry” She sighed. “Not mine”

You gasped and opened your eyes like big plates. “Wait a minute. It could be… his mom’s? maybe?” Louise took a sip of her wine and took her phone out of her pocket.

“Nah, her mom hasn’t left any jewelry for him as far as I know. I guess I should start, you know… coming to terms with this situation. Since the merlot incident, he left a bottle in his car which neither of us bought and he also had the taste of it, I've been watching him very closely, and he’s definitely hiding shit” Louise never cursed but she was really angry at her husband. For her, it felt like throwing 3 years of marriage to the garbage.

“That ain’t my merlot on his mouth, that ain’t my jewelry on our joint account…”

“I’m so sorry about that… Are you planning on divorcing? I could help you with that, my sister’s a lawyer” You took her hand and looked at her with a sad expression. You knew Alex very well, enough to know that he wasn’t like that. He would never cheat on anyone, say less about someone like Verneuil. He loved her with her whole heart, how did this happen?

“Yes, but I know this is nothing more than suspicions and there’s no proof that he actually… cheated” That last word hitted Louise on her chest like a bullet to her heart. “I know about your sister though, no need to worry, I’ll call her if I need to” Her phone vibrated. The screen showed a message from Alex; are u coming home babe?

Louise didn’t even think about replying, she was sick of thinking about Alex. The man that had enough balls to cheat on her and call her “babe” every fucking night. She had so much remorse, but nothing could be proven yet.

“For now, I just think he did it but there’s no way to prove it” Louise turned off her phone and looked at you, searching for any excuse to change the way of the talk as she felt her eyes tearing up.

“I think he did it but I just can’t prove it…”

[ . . . ]

You opened the front door and took your bag and car keys. It was a sunny Thursday at 9 am, you were just about to go to work at your dad’s house to clean it and take care of him. You were unemployed but weren’t looking for a job anyway, you made your way to survive with your savings and the thing you were most looking for was a time to relax alone and maybe go on a vacation.

You entered your car and right after switching it on, you started driving. It was common routine to pass Louise’s and Alex’s house as both houses were very close, only 2 blocks away. You saw Alex carrying a big black bag with some tools, not his regular work tools and getting in his car too, an old fashioned red Ford Capri which was actually very dirty after the couple went on a trip to the desert less than a week ago.

Well, the bottom of the car was quite dirty but the tires weren’t: were they new? You drove slowly when you passed by his side to wave at him, and so he did. Actually, you were looking at his car’s brand new tires. It wasn’t too weird at all because it isn’t like no one gets new tires, but his old ones didn’t seem damaged at all… or maybe you were in your head a little too much trying to help getting proofs for Louise.

Once you passed their house’s block, you kept on driving while listening to the radio. Well, you couldn’t say you weren't mad at Alex for what Louise supposed he did, he claimed to be extremely loyal to her and the whole relationship was very good for both of them, they seemed really happy with each other. So, what was the reason behind him cheating? The whole situation was very blurry, and if you were already feeling that much remorse for Alex, you couldn’t imagine how heartbroken Louise would be feeling as you were thinking about them.

Thinking about the situation helped the time to go faster than usual and before you could even realize, you were already parking at your dad’s house. Driving there was a muscle memory thing for you to do. Once you left your car, you went inside the house and found your dad watching his old TV, as usual.

“Darling” He said with a smile and got up to greet you.

“Hi, have you been feeling well?” You left your bag on the sofa and approached him. “Did you take your meds?” He was sick and not able to go to work, so taking care of him was important for you right now.

“Yes, don’t worry. Want some coffee?” You said no before looking at the TV, it’s sound became a little loud as the news channel announced something important, or it seemed like so.

“Nah, I had breakfast. Thanks. Let me clean this for you” You took your dad’s cup, he had breakfast not a while ago. You carried the cup and the little plate he used for his biscuits to the kitchen while keeping your ears fixed on the TV.

“We are live from your local News Channel sadly reporting that a 34 years old blonde and short haired, slim and tall girl in Sheffield named Louise Verneuil went missing Wednesday’s morning. We have her husband on the line giving the first clues, can you hear us?”

“He reports his missing wife and I noticed when I passed his house his truck has got some brand new tires…”

The plate and the cup fell off your hands as soon as you heard Louise’s name. You were frightened. Your face was pale, your whole body started shaking and you walked to the TV.

“What?…” You whispered. Your dad looked at you, concerned.

“Is everything okay?” He got close to you and hugged you as soon as he noticed your eyes getting wet and filled with tears.

“Dad… it’s Louise” You whispered and bursted out crying while hiding in your dad’s chest, hearing Alex’s voice on the TV.

“I don’t know what happened, she left for work yesterday’s morning but hasn’t come back since and her phone is off. Her phone is always on, she is not getting the calls either… I’m scared, we’ve been married for years and I don’t know what could’ve happened to her”

You clenched your teeth as you heard his sayings, there was something off in his tone. His voice didn’t connect to his “scared” feeling. There was something wrong and you knew it.

[ . . . ]

You’ve been watching Alex very closely. You recently noticed a new woman coming to his house and your blood has been boiling since. It was true. He was cheating on Louise, but still no news about her. It’s been about a week since her going missing and your heart has been aching more than ever, you knew Louise wouldn’t do something like that, and that someone made her do it or even worse. Someone could have hurted her or something like that. But no news about that, only a few signs you saw Louise’s mom putting up on the street.

On the other side of the street, a few blocks away, Alex was setting himself to go to bed, calm as he has never been before. After having dinner with his former mistress, the woman he cheated on Louise with.

“Al, I just know you’re hiding something. Tell me right now” The woman followed him around the house.

“I have nothing to hide” He said, opening the closet. “Just stop asking, I don’t fucking know anything about Louise. Stop bringing her up”

“You act like you haven't been married to her for 3 years! You don’t even look sad” She screamed, even if she knew she was in the wrong position to be reclaiming Alex’s sadness towards Louise, it was impossible to not feel frightened by the fact that he didn’t shed a single tear in a week after her wife went missing.

“Let me cope with it alone. I don’t like showing off my emotions” His stupid excuse ended up convincing the woman. “Leave me alone” She sighed and left the room, going towards Louise’s former bed just to watch her own things all over the bed. Her heart ached at the thought of sleeping in that woman’s bed, and felt extremely guilty.

“And his mistress moved in, sleeps in Este’s bed and everything…”

[ . . . ]

You put on your latex gloves as you start to clean up the table, making sure to get rid of every little thing that would look off-putting. You were very meticulous with this cleaning, it was a very special case. You mopped the floor and once you finished, you considered it was enough, so you took the big and heavy bag that had been waiting for you at the backdoor for around an hour and opened the wood door.

You rushed through the backyard and threw the bag on your car’s backseat. You pulled the zipper all the way up and got on the driver’s seat, before slamming the pedal and heading to the river you visited last night. You were very calm even if your actions felt rushed: you just wanted the situation to end and just get over it.

You took the highway and drove for around 45 minutes. It was late at night and the stars were sparkling white, shining all around the dark blue sky above your head. The jazz music on the radio helped you relax even more, breathing slowly and even smiling while getting out of the highway to take a dirt road, heading to the entrance of the river. Once you arrived, you knew no one was there, so you took the bag out of the backseat and threw it to the boat you set up last night, and went even further on the river. It was loud as the water slammed your boat and the rocks around. After a few minutes getting deep into the river, you decided it was about time. You opened the zipper and looked at what you had in there for a few seconds. You doubted a little bit, but there was no coming back after this. After coming to terms with your own mind, you took the bag and threw it to the water. You watched the bag disappear before your eyes, feeling a bit of remorse. But never regretted it.

“Good thing, my daddy made me get a boating license when I was fifteen…”

[ . . . ]

The cameras followed Louise’s sister when she got out of the court, the reporters shoving their microphones on her face. “What happened inside? Any news about Alex? What did the mistress say? And Louise’s friend? What about her?”

“Guys, guys, stop” Louise’s sister stopped them and took a minute to breathe through the air gap the reporters left above her. “What we know so far is that the mistress was there the night Turner went missing. And Turner was the last one to ever put his sight on Louise” She sighed. “Louise’s friend has nothing to do with this case. She was with me the whole day Alex went missing”

“Good thing Este’s sister is gonna swear she was with me”

“Are you sure she was with you?” A reporter slammed her microphone into her face.

“She was with me, dude” She looked annoyed. “The mistress is just gonna get her payment for the life insurance. Really don’t know about her future in this case but all we can ask is justice for Louise”

“And good thing, the mistress took out a big life insurance policy…”

“Who is the main suspect?” The reporter didn’t seem satisfied with her answer.

“They think the mistress did it but there’s no actual proof. They both went missing but the only one found was Louise’s body, which had Alex’s DNA all over it. Pretty dumb of him if you ask me” She took a cigarette calmly, as if no one was around her. “It is clear that Turner killed Louise. But they don’t know how or why he went missing… maybe to not be held accountable” She lit the cigarette and took a puff. “Anyway, no one has found Turner, so the case will keep going for quite some time until they come up with a resolution. That’s all the news for today” She spoke now relaxed, and the reporters greeted her and left.

“They think she did it but they just can’t prove it…”

Once Louise’s sister was alone, she took her phone and called you. You were watching the whole case getting covered by the news, so even if you weren’t there, you were very updated with the info about it.

“Were you watching?” She said, and smiled as she heard your voice down the line, affirming. “It’s clear what that bitch is going for. She’s trying to get you involved in the Alex thing with a very weak argument in my opinion. But she’s not getting away with it” She took a puff from her cigarette.

“I know, I know. Don’t worry, we know what’s gonna happen next. Thanks” You said and took a sip out of your coffee. “I’ll call you later, gotta go”

“Okay, no worries. Goodbye” She said and after ending the call, she put her phone in her pocket.

“She thinks I did it but she just can’t prove it…”

“As they said… no body, no crime” You whispered as you saw Alex’s picture coming up on the TV screen. “You knew that I wasn’t letting up until the day you died”

[ . . . ]

haiii !! thank u so much for reading :p remember that this fic is purely based on the song and I added a few details to make it a little more realistic. I don’t think I will be doing any other fic similar to this one even if I absolutely enjoyed writing it hehe anyways, thank u for stopping by !! love ya xx

[heylavellan]

hi, welcome to dadwc!! how about "Your strength and courage inspire me every day, but it’s your heart that I’ve fallen for." from the battle partners prompt list for maric/loghain?

ooh, yes!! i've modified the quote a bit to make it feel more in character, but here's what i got!!

@jazzmckay | @dadrunkwriting

i'll place the stars within your eyes

maric x loghain

rating: t | words: 1313

summary: sometimes, the only way to make your friend become a noble is to both realise your gay feelings for each other and make out about it.

A strong knock echoed through the hard wood of the doors to his chambers. Rowan had yet to move in, she had matters to attend to back in Redcliffe before the wedding and the coronation. The only other person who would knock on his door at this hour was Loghain. Normally, he would shout a response, but he was quite concentrated on pouring out two glasses of wine. Plus, Loghain knew he could enter anyway. They had little to hide from each other. After all, they'd been beside each other at their worst and best.

The door creaked open and Maric looked up with a sheepish smile. Maker, Loghain was beautiful, especially when he was out of his armour for once. Lithe but broad, strong and quiet. That was Loghain Mac Tir. "Hero of the River Dane is such a long name, isn't it?" Maric mused, offering a wine glass to his friend. Loghain took it and stood just out of arms-reach from him.

He hated how far away Loghain was. They'd been like this ever since Loghain had told him to commit to marrying Rowan. The three of them hadn't been the same and frankly, it bothered him. They all fought beside each other, but their friendship had been strained. "The important people know my name," Loghain responded after taking a long sip from his cup. "Is this really the best people could offer you?"

Maric laughed, a soft, dopey smile making its way across his face. "Blame the Orlesians. I think this is some swill from Orlais anyway. There's so much leftover it doesn't make sense to throw it out. I'll just gift it out to my vassals so I can start getting proper drink here," he sighed. He moved closer to top off Loghain's cup. Any excuse to have him close.

"Gift them to traitors. It'd be fun to watch them squirm," Loghain suggested, the corner of his mouth quirking up. For a face usually so sour, it was nice to see a positive emotion on it. Also, his face was beautiful.

Maric was probably overstepping, but he grabbed Loghain's face and tilted it. There was a new scar running up his chin. He ran his thumb along it. "You've seen the healers?" he inquired. When he realised he was holding Loghain's cheek, he quickly withdrew his hand and muttered an apology.

"It's just a small cut," Loghain protested. Maric gave him a look, which he hoped said 'You know better.' He watched Loghain battle with the thought in his head. Eventually he relented, "Fine, I'll go tomorrow."

"That's my man," Maric said, taking a long sip from his wine. Loghain took the bottle from him and topped up his glass. Something in his blue eyes spoke of a hunger that Maric couldn't name. He wished he saw that look more.

He took another sip of wine. "If I make you teyrn, you'll want to have a pretty face. An infected scar would look quite ugly, in my opinion," Maric suggested. He waited, staring at the drink left in his cup.

"Teyrn?" Loghain sputtered, a spray of wine leaving his mouth. "The others won't like it, I'm not noble."

"I wouldn't be saying it if I didn't think they'd accept it. Gwaren needs a teyrn to oversee the area. Plus, I'm certain the other nobles soil their drawers at the thought of confronting you. Your rugged, hero look does that these days," Maric responded, putting a hand on Loghain's shoulder.

He left his other reasons unsaid. He was pretty sure Loghain knew them anyway. He shouldn't need to say that he needed Loghain nearby, supporting him as he had since Moira's death. Since they joined the rebel forces. He needed Loghain to know his work was valued, that his birth didn't diminish the work he did for Ferelden. For Maric.

Those blue eyes drew him back into the present, a grim look crossing his face as he was processing the idea of him being a teyrn. "My rugged hero look?" Loghain questioned, cocking an eyebrow. Maric felt heat rush to his cheeks as he realised what he said. So he took another sip of wine as Loghain continued, "Look, I appreciate the thought but I'm not made for governing. Commanding I can do."

That wasn't true. Loghain was probably better than himself at governing. After all, he was the one who set Maric's head on straight. He helped concoct the scheme to get rid of disloyal banns and he helped his father run the refugee camp. He had the skills, Loghain just needed to see it.

"You... You don't get it do you?" Maric stammered. Words. He needed to form coherent words. He set down his wine glass and grabbed the collar of his shirt. He pulled Loghain into a searing kiss. If only that kiss could say how much he needed Loghain at his side. How much better Loghain was being a noble, how much better he was at being competent, how much better he was than Maric.

He vaguely heard the shattering of glass and he felt hands pulling his waist closer. Maric ran his fingers through Loghain's long black hair. Lips moved against lips and bodies pressed impossibly closer. Loghain was here with him, safe and within reach. Where Maric could ask him for anything and he knew Loghain would stop at nothing to give it to him.

When they both pulled apart to catch their breath, Maric caught Loghain's panicked look. He gripped his face so he was looking at him. "You saved me. You hated me, but you protected me anyway. You followed me even when you wanted to leave. Every day I thank the Maker you stayed beside me because I know without your sword I would be dead," he panted. His heart demanded he kiss Loghain again so he did.

Feather light bliss. Their lips barely touched, but it felt so right. Maybe that's why he needed Loghain. He grounded him. He fulfilled him. On his right hip, Loghain's calloused thumb traced circles. Maric needed to keep him here. Here Loghain was predictable. He was close. "How long?" Loghain asked. "H- how long?"

The man pressed kisses along Maric's jawline and he sighed into him. "I don't know. I just knew I needed you. I always have since we met," he whined.

"You're everything I wish I was. Your strength, your courage. That inspires me every day. But that's not why I like you-- why I need you at my side," he said, his voice deeper than its usual timbre. Maric slid his left hand down to Loghain's chest. "Your heart. You don't like others to know but you care so deeply for me and for her. I'm a person to you."

They stood still for a moment, in a close embrace. Maric's hand rested over Loghain's heart. Eventually, a hand tilted his chin up so that he was staring into Loghain's eyes. That hunger was still there, but with a new tenderness alongside it. "Please Loghain, let me make you a teyrn," Maric begged with a soft voice. "Let me tell Ferelden that the Hero of the River Dane is worthy of taking care of others."

Loghain sighed and pressed a kiss into Maric's forehead. "If it would please you," he responded in that grave voice of his. Maric surged up to kiss Loghain again.

"It very much would," he murmured into the kiss. "I don't know if I could face the courts without my intimidating protector."

Loghain chuckled into the kiss and pulled back. "You're lucky I'm out of my leather because these clothes are easier to take off," he growled.

Maric was in for a night of new experiences and new ideas, filled with newfound hope for the future and filled with the sensation of being absolutely needed and desired.

[itsmynothing]

personal binge prevention tips

(note - theres are just what work for me cause a lot of tips don't and i had to create my own)

chugging water until i feel sick combined with sipping on it constantly (yes i have to use the bathroom constantly but it's worth it, plus my hair and skin are doing great so).

caffeine: coffee tends to suppress my appetite a lot, I try to either make it at home or order something small with no sugar because it can get pretty high in calories (I'm looking at you Starbucks).

tea: it has caffeine in it + it just makes me feel a tiny bit sick and not want to eat which helps me as someone with shit self control.

alcohol weirdly enough - don't do this often but a glass of wine or some vodka drinks make me feel a bit nauseous so it's great if I'm out with people and there's opportunities to eat it helps me avoid (obviously alcohol has a shit ton of calories but I'd take one or two drinks over eating dessert at a restaurant or getting late night pizza yk)

"forgetting" my wallet - sometimes I'll not bring it when i go out so i physically can't buy food even if i want to. sometimes if it's a long class I'll bring in change enough for a zero sugar energy drink and buy it before class so i don't decide to spend it on a vending machine. doesn't work sometimes if your freinds are super generous tho.

taking "bathroom" breaks except you just sit in a stall and scroll through triggering pictures and posts until you don't want to eat anymore.

logging every single calorie BEFORE you eat it. if you say fuck it and decide to eat some snacks but you log it first and realise it's over half of what you're supposed to eat that day it really doesn't seem worth it.

giving away any binge food: i did this over Easter, i had friends staying over and I'd open an Easter egg like every night, have a little bit myself and then offer it to them and they'd normally finish it off mostly by themselves. great way to enjoy a little chocolate without cracking and eating the whole thing but you're also not wasting food.

tactical sleep schedule: if you're a night binger then try to wake up super early so by the time night comes around you're exhausted and you'd rather go to sleep than eat. if you tend to binge earlier in the day like during lunchtime then stay up late and sleep in so when you'd normally be binging you're actually just waking up

identify your triggers: i tend to overeat either right after having a carb heavy meal or if I'm with someone who keeps offering my high calorie food. so I avoid eating meals that are mostly carbs and make excuses not to be offered food (eg. my teeth are fucked and I've got the dentist soon, "just had a big meal" but you have to make it believable, the classic "i feel sick sorry", bringing healthier food if you can)

there's some more stuff i would share but it's really unhealthy so I'd rather keep those to myself :)

[dangerouscommiesubversive]

@giraffeter asked about the WenZhou ghosts WIP file! This one is fun and I love it a lot--I actually posted a little snippet from it a couple of months ago.

The basic thing is, I love ghost stories, and I have a still in-progress series of MDZS fics in a modern-with-cultivation setting that are all about ghosts and the hunting thereof, so naturally I've been thinking about ghost stuff a lot over the past. Year or so. Good lord, have I been working on the series that long? Anyway, I also rewatched Word of Honor not long ago because I wanted my partner to see it, and they loved it as much as I do and we spent a lot time talking about it, and all of this naturally led to the idea that I should do a WoH ghost story in a setting sort of adjacent to the MDZS ones. Unlike those stories, this one doesn't have any ghost hunters--Zishu's just a mundane hitman attempting a short and eventually fatal retirement, who finds himself unexpected tangled up in the affairs of an extremely strange nightclub singer with very cold hands.

Here's the scene of them actually meeting, after an initial very alarming encounter in which Wen Kexing singled him out of the crowd while performing:

After “Mack the Knife,” the singer didn’t linger near Zishu, instead making his way back up to the stage for a final song

(There was a boy, a very strange enchanted boy…)

before taking a bow and disappearing along with his backing band. No encores for this performance, apparently. This was something of a relief to Zishu, who’d been uneasy ever since the singer had first approached his table, but just as he was signaling to the one server on duty that he was ready to pay, a shadow fell over him and the singer himself pulled out the other chair and sat down. Before Zishu could say a word, he’d signaled to the server himself, accepting an empty wine glass from the harried woman and pouring for himself from Zishu’s bottle without so much as asking.

“I’m sorry,” Zishu said, as mildly as he could, “I don’t think we’ve been introduced.”

The singer took a sip of wine, eyebrows rising, and then said, “We haven’t been, but I have strong feeling that we should be, and my intuition is never wrong about things like that.” He reached across the table with the hand that didn’t hold his wine glass, red nails gleaming in the light. “Wen Kexing.”

Eyeing him suspiciously, Zishu took the proferred hand and was shocked for a moment by how cold it was, although he didn’t comment. “Zhou…Xu.”

“Boss, oh my god.” Zishu very nearly jumped. The drummer from the stage, a young woman in mostly purple, had materialized at Wen Kexing’s elbow, her eyebrows and mouth drawn down into a scowl. “I look away for two seconds and you’re just, just bothering random alcoholics, I can’t let you out of my sight.”

Zishu snorted. “Excuse me?”

“Wasn’t talking to you, Mister Two-Bottles. Boss, come on—”

Despite the young woman’s tugging at his arm, Wen Kexing would not be moved, one hand coming up to his chest like a dowager clutching a pearl necklace. “Bullied! By my own baby sister! And don’t be rude, A-Xu isn’t a ‘random alcoholic,’” the air quotes made more than usually vivid by those long red nails, “we’re very dear friends.”

Zishu felt his eyebrows shoot up at the affectionate address, and then higher at what came after it. “Are we? I don’t remember that.”

“Of course we are, my intuitions are never wrong, wasn’t I just telling you that?”

“You did tell me that. I don't recall agreeing.”

“Well, why would you? We’ve only just met. But we’re going to be the closest of friends, I’d stake my life on it.”

And here is Wen Kexing's truly wild set list, which is a very satisfying-to-me combination of jazz and blues classics and more modern songs that I think sound good, or would sound good, when sung in a sort of smokey, sexy torch song style:

"Ill Wind," composer Harold Arlen

"Hot Ones," Shudder To Think, originally performed on the soundtrack for Velvet Goldmine

"Why Don't You Do Right," probable composer Kansas Joe McCoy, notable recordings including Peggy Lee, Sinead O'Connor, and Amy Irving singing as Jessica Rabbit

"I Get a Kick out of You," composer Cole Porter--WKX is, of course, singing the original lyrics, the ones that reference drug use

"Glory Box," Portishead

"Undisclosed Desires," Muse

"Fell in Love with a Girl," The White Stripes, although WKX switches "girl" for "boy" and thus is more performing the Joss Stone version

"The Ballad of Mack the Knife," composer Kurt Weill, German lyrics Bertolt Brecht, Marc Blitzstein translation (the one that Bobby Darin and Louis Armstrong were working from)

"Nature Boy," composer eden ahbez, originally performed by Nat King Cole

[marenhoshifonia]

Heyyyoooo........ What's up pipol?... It's been awhile hasn't it?.... Well, ya gurl has been watching bsd (Bungo Stray Dogs) recently and I've loved the series. So today, I will be posting a fanfic of Chuuya. This will be my first time writing this and hope you guys would love reading it. Now on to the fanfic..

Chuuya Nakahara x Abused Reader

Night falls as Chuuya Nakahara decides to visit one of his regular bars. After a long day of completing his reports, he finally finds the time to unwind at the bar. Upon his arrival, he is greeted by a serene atmosphere within the establishment. The soothing sounds of jazz music fill the air, accompanied by the gentle hum of conversation and the enticing aroma of his favorite spirits.

Taking a seat at the bar counter, Chuuya places his order, which the barista gladly takes, recognizing him as one of their frequent patrons. And who can blame him? The bar's pleasant ambiance and the exquisite selection of wines and liquors are simply irresistible.

One of the reasons Chuuya finds himself returning to this bar time and time again is because of you. From the moment he first set foot in the establishment, he couldn't help but notice you, always sipping on tequila. It seems that, like him, you also seek solace at the bar after a tiring day of work.

Whenever Chuuya visits, he often catches glimpses of you at the counter, seated at a table, or elsewhere in the bar. There is an unspoken connection between the two of you, a silent acknowledgment of each other's presence.

Chuuya finds himself increasingly intrigued by your presence each time he frequents the bar. Although he hasn't had the opportunity to strike up a conversation with you yet, there is a mutual understanding that both of you are drawn to this place for a reason. Perhaps it is the shared desire for a glass or two of wine that brings you together each night.

One evening, as Chuuya was on the verge of entering the bar, he had a premonition that something was about to occur. Over the past few nights, he had noticed you appearing melancholic or lost in deep contemplation. Upon entering the bar, he ordered his usual wine and took a seat.

While surveying the surroundings, he spotted you at one of the tables, and observed a stranger attempting to grab your arm. The man appeared sober and was seemingly trying to flirt with you. However, witnessing your distressed reaction, Chuuya promptly rose from his seat and made his way towards your table.

"Excuse me," Chuuya firmly grasped the man's arm, the very arm that held onto you, as he whispered audibly for the man to hear. "Harassing a defenseless and innocent lady is not behavior befitting a gentleman, particularly if you wish to avoid any unpleasant consequences."

"What the hell?" The man turned to face Chuuya, bewildered by his sudden intervention. "Get lost! You have no business here!"

"Now, now, tough guy. I have no tolerance for troublemakers who possess the audacity to cause harm others," Chuuya tightened his grip on the man's arm, issuing a warning.

"If you refuse to release her and stop bothering the lady over there, I will not hesitate to break your arm." He paused, intensifying the pressure on the man's arm. "...in an instant."

Frustrated, the man clicked his tongue and reluctantly released you. "Fine, I'll leave."

As the man retreated, nursing his sore arm, Chuuya shifted his attention towards you, noticing the relief evident in your expression.

"Are you alright, miss?" he inquired, his gaze meeting yours, accompanied by a gentle smile and a sense of gratitude.

"Yes, I'm fine. Thank you for coming to my aid," you responded, returning his smile.

"By any chance, do you know that guy? Who was he?"

"He was actually a former colleague of mine after he was terminated for disrespecting one of our clients while attempting to pursue their daughter." You responded in a monotone and disdainful manner, stating that he was subsequently blacklisted by your company and others. "He later placed blame on me for able to secure employment, which resulted in the situation you just witnessed and handled."

Chuuya listened to your account with a sigh. "What a *sshole! It seems he is facing the consequences he deserves."

"By the way, I haven't properly introduced myself," you said, realizing your oversight. Standing up, you continued, "My name is (Y/n) (L/n). It's a pleasure to meet you, and I sincerely thank you for your assistance."

"I'm Chuuya. Chuuya Nakahara," he introduced himself with a smile. "Don't mention it; I'm just glad you're alright. Say, (Y/n), why not join me for a glass of wine? Perhaps some tequila? It's my treat to brighten up your evening."

"Well, surprise me. Judging by your expertise, I'm sure you'll choose something delightful," you replied, smiling at his offer.

He smirked and called the barista, placing an order for his favorite wine to share with you. As the night progressed, the two of you engaged in conversation, and before long, a friendship blossomed into a romantic relationship. Every night, you would meet at the bar, becoming drinking buddies and enjoying each other's company.

[thatmarvelobsessedteen]

Not planned...not at all

Cassian x reader

Azriel x OC! reader'scousin

Short Summary: Two girls, cousins, somehow find themselves inside a slightly modified version of their favorite book saga ACOTAR. What will happen to them, things have changed and not just their situation but themselves...are those pointy ears they now have?

Chapter 11

"My what?!"

"Your voice, it's different from how I first imagined it but it really suits you! Although it slightly reminds me of that one guy from how to train your dragon. The overly proud one with the red dragon?"

Looking at Roxy for confirmation she nodded convinced.

"Definitely! Even personality fits."

I can't help but snort at that although before the confused Vanserra gets to say anything we're interrupted by Rhysand's icy voice.

"What do you two think to be doing?"

Weird way to say "why the fuck are you two cheating with him?" but alright.

"Cuz he hasn't spent the last 15 minutes having a little secret VIP mental chat while we just stood there like two idiots?! After the first 3 minutes it all gets a bit boring you know."

Roxanne followed on with my argument.

"Plus he's cool, a bit shitty as a lover or friend, but he tries?!"

That was as close as Lucien would ever get to a compliment from Roxy so he best have recorded that. Azriel however looked mildly annoyed but also somehow curious.

"How could you know what he's like as a friend or lover?"

Roxanne answers first, although she barely explains anything so I go to expand.

"We read it"

"We've read your books so to say? The books that tell the story of this world in ours. They tell Feyre's story and then go slightly off course later on. So we know quite a lot about all of you although I'm not sure everything in our books is canon here..."

The answer seemed to appease Azriel who nodded. Finally More spoke for the first time and I noticed she had a wine glass at hand, when did she get that?

"So you two aren't from here, used to be human and come from a world where we're all just books?!"

My mouth opened and closed just as quickly so Roxanne answered in my place with a chuckle.

"When you put it like that..."

"You both must be stupid if you even think we'll believe that! What a bunch of idiots. Or maybe you both just hallucinated everything, I wonder how much both of you smoked to get to this point?!"

Nesta's poisonous words cut through the air and while Roxy gives her an incredulous look I roll my eyes and mumble.

"Said the pathological bitch and alcoholic..."

Okay maybe that was a bit much from her just calling us idiots and drug addicts but I've held it against her for so much longer I'll take any excuse I get to snap at her.

There's kind of a collective gasp and moment of silence which makes me regret it all even more. Yup definitely too much on my part, especially if I wanted to get along with them!

Also, fuck fae hearing. Can't a girl whisper in peace?!

This time there was no stopping Nesta as she stood up like a storm in its wake. If I didn't hold quite the resentment towards her I might've even said she was damn badass.

[cripticmotherfucker]

Tw SH, Substance abuse, relapse, homelessness

So I got evicted because my landlord wanted to raise the rent, and instead of being upfront about it, they found out we were planning on moving and made the excuse that our apartment smelled like marijuanna. It was five days until christmas when i got the notice. I don't have the money for court fees and definately don't have the time or energy for court so I can't even fight it. On new years I'll officially be homeless. Ableit it won't be permanent we have plans to get a new place, which is definately not an improvement from our already small falling apart place but I'm still greatful for that. But I'll be separated from my partner. Like my platonic life partner. Like I love them so much I cook for them daily and they drive me around because I cant drive and i can't imagine living my life without them type partner. They are my bestfriend. And I can't bear to know they're gonna be suffering mentally crashing at their parents house and I wont be able to do anything about it because I haven't been able to work for nearly a year now. I'm also having to get rid of a lot of things that are very dear to me, which has been especially hard growing up with scarcity trauma and ending up with hoarding tendencies. I won't have my own space for a month. I grew up sharing a room, and even once I got my own as a teen I never had any privacy and wasn't really allowed to take up space and so sleeping in a one bedroom home with 2 other people and two cats is going to be a lot to me . I'm going to try to see it as just a very long vacation crashing on a friends couch but truth is its really going to drive me crazy. I ended up drinking an entire bottle of wine to myself and BY MYSELF and that's where the real issue comes in. I am totally fine usually to drink wine in moderation as a self care or social thing, as long as I limit myself to one glass. But when I use it as a coping mechanism for stress, and then also do it by myself with no one around to judge me or to keep me in check or to drink up the rest of the bottle before I can, that's when I know I've fucked up. I also dissociated really bad when told the news to the point where I stared at the same spot on the floor for an hour, scratching at my fingers which are now blistered from it, and when my roomate left for work I began immediately uncontrollablely hyperventilating and crying. I feel so hopeless. But not even in a unreasonable and depressed way. In a genuinely ... things are awful way. I've tried to be positive and hopeful for so long. But I mean... if you lost all your dreams, most of your mobility, your independence, your money, and your house you'd be upset about it too. If you weren't I think there'd be something else wrong. Anyway. I know not many people care but this is my safe space where I document my brain. I used to journal but my mother stole my journal as a kid ahahah so now I can only use tumblr bc i know she isn't tech savvy enough to see it or even find me here because nobody has for 5 years. Anyway if you did read this and need company in misery feel free to message me.

[purplesurveys]

1917

Do you think the sound of rain is soothing? I do and always have.

Have you ever eavesdropped on someone's conversation? I've only ever heard bits and pieces. My attention is too short and my hearing too poor to ever follow an entire conversation.

Do you still play the slugbug no slugbug back game? I've never even heard of that.

Has anyone ever told you to grow up? I've had it said to me in a different way. There's a Filipino expression that translates to, "You're grown-up already," which is essentially a sort of real talk and you use it on someone when you want to tell them that they should already know better [about something].

Have you ever had a staring contest with a pet? xP It’s fun! Hehe, sure.

When you were little did you measure yourself a lot to see how much you grew? Not really. I liked comparing myself to my classmates, though.

Do you always win or lose at the silence game? I don't think I've played that.

Have you ever tried to read in the dark? I'm sure I have.

Have you ever felt guilty when someone close to you died? Yes. I was pissed when the group chat leaked, but had no idea Nacho would actually push through with what he did. My rash feelings will follow me for the rest of my life.

Don’t you hate it when you start to feel hungry just after you brushed your teeth? It does, but I'm over it. If I'm hungry, I just eat something and drink a bunch of water after. Take a lozenge too, if I happen to have one.

Have you ever ate a bug? I don't think I have.

Have you ever got a piece of glass stuck in your foot? Jesus no that sounds terrifying. I have dropped a wine glass and got nicked by a shard by my foot, but it didn't get stuck.

Do you think apple jacks is a good cereal? Idk, I've never heard of it nor tried it.

Do you make excuses a lot or know someone that does? Yes and yes.

Do you think pit bulls are as mean as everyone says they are? No.

Have you ever done something that gave someone the wrong impression? Many times.

Has someone ever given you something then took it back? I don't think so.

Have you ever had a wardrobe malfunction? Once.

At this age you are now, have you colored in a coloring book & had fun? I haven't done any painting/coloring since turning 26, but I've done it in my 20s and yes, it's always been fun. :)

Have you ever had a bubble bath? A few times. It takes so much time and effort though so I barely do so haha. I'd much rather shower.

When eating, are you more concerned with the taste or healthiness? Taste. I hardly think of nutrition in my food tbh, lol.

Have you ever shoved stuff under your bed to make your room look clean? Not under my bed, but I've shoved stuff in my drawers since they barely have anything anyway.

Do your fingers ever get tired from typing? Not my fingers, but my wrists can get sore.

Have you ever tried picking up an item with your foot? Sure.

What’s your opinion on sporks? It's convenient in certain situations, like when I have Chinese takeout and the main meal is on top of the rice. Otherwise, my general feeling is that I can take them or leave them.

If you had nowhere else to go, which friend of yours would let you stay over? I would guess Angela.

Do you know anyone who has been a victim of a drunk driver? No.

Don’t you hate it when people try to act like they know it all? Of course.

Are you nosy? I used to be, but I hardly care now.

Is there someone that makes your life hell? To an extent, yeah.

Have you ever been ditched by your friends? If I have, I've probably blocked it out of my head. That said, I'm sure it has happened.

If someone could see into your heart, what do you think they would see? That I am doing my best but that I am also tired.

Has someone ever snuck up on you & scared the shit out of you? Yes.

How long does it take you to brush your teeth? Anywhere between a minute and two.

Have you ever went to bed angry at someone? Yeah, I have.

Who do you call when you forget what your homework assignment is? Whoever was my closest friend or classmate in that class.

Do you interrupt people while they’re speaking? It's happened at work and it's always inadvertently so I always apologize. I'm not the type to interrupt outside of work, though.

Are you a rulebreaker? Not for the most part, no.

What would you do if you became an overnight celebrity? Put all my accounts on private and wait for the buzz to go away.

Do you know someone who can’t keep a secret? Yes.

Have you ever walked into a room & all eyes were on you? I'm sure it's happened.

What would you do if someone forbade you to see the one you love? I'd imagine I'd do everything I could to change that. I'm pretty passionate when I love someone...which is also why I don't do it anymore.

Do you believe everyone has a twin out there somewhere? No.

Have you ever felt replaced? I have.

Do you show your true colors? When I'm stressed, yes.

What would you do if your best friend was marrying someone you can’t stand? Hope that they are otherwise the perfect, non-toxic partner for my best friend.

What would you do if your car got impounded? Call my dad and ask what's going on and what's going to happen.

Do you lose your patience easily? When everything is going wrong at the exact same time, yes.

Do you think putting paper in a shredder is fun? I haven't tried doing that.

Are there any weird or creepy legends about the area you live in? I'm sure there is; I just don't know any heh, sorry.

What would you do if a skunk sprayed you? Google what to do as a remedy.

Would you drink a gallon of sour milk for $250? No thanks.

Has someone ever thrown something at you & it landed down your shirt? I don't think so.

What makes you feel sensational? I don't really know what this is trying to ask. 'Sensational' isn't something...I feel on a daily or even semi-regular basis? Haha.

What toys did you play with in the bathtub as a kid? We never had a bathtub, but we did have a tabo and balde. Those two were enough 'toys' to play with.

Do you like jumping off diving boards? I haven't tried to.

Do you follow ingredients when you cook or do you do what you think is right? I need to follow ingredients because I have no idea how to cook/bake.

Do you space out a lot? Not a lot, but it happens.

Do energy drinks make you feel jittery? I've never had an energy drink.

Do you have anything you want to confess to? I'm good, thanks.

Have you ever been to summer camp? Nope.

Do you wear name brands? A few.

Are you good at bingo? I mean it's a game based on luck, idk how you can be 'good' at bingo.

[drinkingdeadpeopletea]

Citrina brushes past the knight standing at attention, slams open the door to her second sister’s study, and stalks inside, barely waiting for the door to shut behind her before she says, “Lazuli, please tell me you did not already know where half the monks of the Spinning Star draw their power.”

“Ah, my dear sister,” Lazuli says mildly, not looking up from an enormous tome open on the desk in front of her. She gestures to an already-poured, already-hot cup of tea sitting near Citrina’s left hand. “Tea?”

[killmongerskeeper]

Hello! You’re such an amazing & talented author! Can I please get #13 angst & #8 fluff for Shuri? Thank you have an amazing day! <3

Angst #13: “I never meant to hurt you”

Fluff #8: Kissing the crown of the head

You and Shuri had your fair share of fights. But they never got too bad. Not to the point where she actually yelled for you to leave her lab in front of everyone. It shouldn't hurt this much but her words will stick with you for the rest of the night.

"Get out of my lab Y/N. That's an order." She turned away from you and you were taken aback by her tone. 

"Fine then." Without saying another word you tossed your kimoyo bracelet onto the desk on your way out. You left the palace to take a breather before deciding to head to the village to visit a friend. You and Onabi have known each other since middle school. Fast forward you were on her couch having a few glasses of wine just catching up. 

"Honestly I was really surprised you showed up at my doorstep. I haven't seen you since a couple weeks ago." She smiled and you shrugged.

"Shuri and I have been having a couple of issues. She's been busy in her lab and I've felt forgotten but I've also been overbearing about it. It's just. It sucks." You told her and she handed you the bottle. “Remember darling, there’s no excuse for how she treated you, but if you didn’t handle it accordingly, things can get worse. Which is what it sounds like happened.” You poured another glass hating that she was right and she clapped her hands, bracelets clanging together.

"Well let's have some fun. There's going to be a party at this club tonight. You can come and if somehow you and Shuri make up, bring her along. Have some fun, dance on each other and shit." She grinned and you let a smile form on your lips.

"Maybe. When does this party start?" You asked and she checked her watch. 

"In about an hour. Which means you need to get back into the palace and find a cute fit. Maybe talk to your dearest." She raised her eyebrows. "Besides I'm rooting for you two to fix your issues." 

"Me too." You thanked her for the chat as it was good to talk it out rather than having a screaming match with Shuri. You left her place with the intention of going to said party tonight as you walked towards the palace. The walk wasn't long but it gave you time to ponder on the things your friend said. You let out a sigh as you step foot in the palace and beelined for your shared room. There, you started going through your closet to find something cute and simple. You had no one to impress so why go all out? The bedroom door opening caught your attention but you stayed looking at your dresses. 

"Griot told me you had come back." A voice said softly and you let your shoulders fall. "Sthandwa please. Let me make this right." You didn't hear any footsteps so you knew she was keeping her distance. You turned to face her and her eyes were red while her lips turned into a frown. Your heart broke at the sight and you held out your arms welcoming her into your warmth. She didn't hesitate to reach you in a couple of long strides, wrapping her arms around your middle. 

"I'm so sorry for the way I treated you. I didn't mean to hurt you. I came back to apologize but you were gone and I didn't know where you went and-"

"It's alright my love." You told her so she wouldn't continue rambling. "We both had a hand in that argument. I shouldn't have said what I said." You stared down at her before pulling her to her feet with a smile. "Dry those tears. We've been invited to a party." 

You tried to lighten the mood and beamed when you say a smile make its way to her lips. "Party?"

"Yeah. Onabi invited us after we had a chat. She made me realize that I can be wrong too." You said and Shuri grabbed your face before tilting your head down. She kissed the crown of your head but let her lips linger for a couple of seconds as you held her waist. 

"Then let's get ready my love."

[buckybarnesdiaries]

white wolf: “the show must go on”

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Sam helps Bucky to ask you out for a date and it’s a disaster, but he gets it.

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“Have plans with your girl tonight?”

Bucky clicked his tongue, putting down the weight to the holder, not turning to Sam still doing squats and an awkward noise out of breath. His partner couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and giggle while shaking his head, fast enough to steal the soldier's clean towel before he reached it.

“She's not my girl”.

“Not yet, you mean, uh?” He joked then, using the clothing like a whip to hit the metal arm. “But, you have plans or not?”

“Yeah, we have plans”. Bucky admitted eventually, glancing at Sam also stealing his bottle of water. “She invited me to watch a movie”.

It was the innocent and unworried tone of voice from him that made Sam choke, cough, and laugh at once.

“What?”

“Oh, man… Can't believe you're sinful enough to do what we do but too innocent to not see what that means”.

“It means we're gonna watch a movie”.

Bucky was confused at the laughter, trying to understand what he was referring to as he rested his back against the wall and crossed both arms over his chest. Expecting anything else from his wise friend.

“This is the twenty-first century, you ancient. We don't watch movies”.

“What d— What do you mean? You have Netflix, HBO, Prime Video… What's the point?”

Sam was deadpanned, staring in silence at the soldier, not believing what his ears were hearing. “We, guys, don't watch movies with girls, even less when they are the ones inviting us”.

Bucky squinted at him, tilting his head like a lost poppy would do, not being able to read between lines. His partner gasped exasperated, running a hand up and down his face.

“You know, man? Sometimes I feel alone, not having anyone to laugh with about that forties' manners of yours. Should I call Sarah, maybe?”

“Cut the show”. He hissed standing up and passing him away.

“Oh, no, no, no… the show has just started, man, and I have my popcorn ready”.

Bucky had been beating around the bush the whole day, trying to let it out of his mind. Of course, it was something that would happen sooner or later, and —more than of course— he wanted it to happen. The mere fact of thinking about you and him, flesh against flesh, hearing you moaning his name and making you feel good caused him goosebumps and an awkward sensation beneath his black jeans. Suddenly, swallowing saliva turned impossible, biting his lower lip while ringing the intercom of your apartment. Your response didn't last more than a couple of seconds, opening the door downstairs and waiting for him at the entrance of your apartment.

The butterflies fluttered within your bellies when Bucky stepped out of the lift, showing you that charming smile that could make you kill anyone who dared to erase it from his face.

“Trying to get me drunk?” You joked as he raised the bottle of red wine in his left hand.

“Maybe?”

“Missed you today”. You whispered at the soft kiss on your lips and his arm getting wrapped around your lower waist.

“So did I”. He sighed, sounding a little tired, caressing your nose with his.

Yesterday he talked to you about a routine medical check-up the government used to do every six months until he earned his pardon. Four hours of intense exercise to make sure the supersoldier serum was still doing its effect, as he started to feel somewhat tired since he stayed in Wakanda. For Bucky, it was really easy to open up himself with you and talk about his past and some of the things he did. And he didn't complain when you helped him to take off his leather jacket, watching him rubbing his left shoulder.

“I, uh… also was this morning with Sam. Training”. He told you, following you to your kitchen to find a couple of glasses. Turning at him, you couldn't help but raise an incredulous eyebrow. “Don't look at me like that… I know to perfection what you're thinking”.

“You're a telepath now?”

“God, no. I have enough with the voices inside my head, to hear someone's else”. He chuckled resting against the fridge. “But you're very expressive and I was trained to read body language”.

“So, what am' thinking?” You asked driven by curiosity, entertained on opening the bottle of wine.

“Look at this guy… He looks hotter than a barbecue”.

You broke into a loud laugh, shaking your head as you grabbed the drink and the glasses. “Not even close, Sergeant”.

“Liar”. He blurted into your face, passing him away to the living room where the Thai takeaway was waiting for the two of you.

“I'm not lying! You're a lousy body reader”.

“So… you can do it better, uh?”

“Didn't say so, but… yeah”. You replied, placing the wine and the glasses on the coffee table next to the big green sofa.

“Okay, go ahead. What am 'thinking, genius?”

Standing in front of him, some inches away, you squinted at his eyes in advance of touring his posture from top to bottom with your orbs.

“Look at that girl… she's hotter than a volcano”.

“Not even closer, soldier”. Bucky repeated your words, kissing his teeth and causing you to laugh again.

“Liar”.

The night went on, enjoying your dinner and watching the first part of Scary Movie. Since Bucky told you that he loved the horror genre, you thought that it'd be a good start. As you finished the Thai dishes, you two cuddled on your sofa, and it felt nice to be embraced by his muscly arms and had your head rested on his shoulder. He had never been that happier before, imagining for a moment —staring at you by the corner of his eyes— that he wasn't a retired lethal assassin controlled by a bunch of psychos, just a guy watching a movie with his girl.

For some reason that increased his pulse, having to clear his throat as the thought dried it. You couldn't let it go, wrinkling your nose with curiosity, raising your face slightly at Bucky trying to focus on the movie, and pretending everything was going okay.

“What?” He murmured about to laugh nervously, putting his head back a couple of inches to look better at you.

“Seems like you're gonna have a heart attack, what's the matter?”

The soldier breathed heavily through his nostril, expelling all the air in a sight through his parted lips. A lower giggle escaped them as your eyes widened a little more interested in his response to your question.

“Sam… Sam said something this morning”.

There it was. Your grimace turned skeptical, sitting up to borrow the control remote and pause the movie. Turning to face him and placing an arm on the headrest, you puckered your lips in a funny gesture watching him click his tongue.

“Things are different nowadays and… y'know, we used to watch movies”.

“And that's what we're doing”.

“Yeah, but… it's like… now there are some kinds of non-speak social rules”.

You knew exactly what he was referring to and seeing him somewhat troubled and tense just made your heart melt. It wasn't that he was scared, but it almost felt like.

“Is it your first time since the forties?” You dared to ask, clearly with no intentions of making fun of him.

“I've never really… y'know, I was in my twenties when I left Brooklyn. I me— mean, 'm not stupid, okay? I've done things but not… sex like… to the whole point”. Bucky didn't have his eyes on you when he made that confession, rubbing the bridge of his nose by inertia as his nervousness increased. “And now everything… is pretty different”.

“It doesn't have to”. You just replied, stretching a hand to his right one to intertwine your fingers. “Listen, Buck… We don't have to, okay? We don't have to do anything if you're not ready. We can watch the movie and then… you can go, or you can stay to sleep with me”.

“I'd like that”.

“Leave?”

“Yeah, totally, if you excuse me, ma'am… I gotta leave” He clearly joked, about to stand up until you pushed him down to the sofa bursting in laughter. “Nah, I, uh… I mean, I'd like to sleep with you tonight”.

“I'd like too, and to wake up tomorrow morning with you”.

“Yeah, would be very awkward if you go to sleep with me and wake up with another guy in your bed”.

Bucky smirked at you, biting his upper lip before leaning to press both on yours. He couldn't believe you were being so comprehensive with him, not making any other uncomfortable questions, nor kicking his ass out of your house. At that moment, he realized he was madly in love with you, bringing you closer to himself so he could embrace you tenderly between his arms. And you let him, not wanting anything else than to be with him.

At the moment the movie finished, you both stretched your hands to the ceiling with a yawn opening your mouths. You palmed his thigh to beckoning at him, urging the soldier to follow you as you rubbed your eyes using your knuckles, a little sleepy. Turning off the lights on your way to your room, you changed your clothes for a baggy Iron Maiden's t-shirt, as he stripped himself leaving his clothes on the chair in front of your bed, only wearing a pair of black boxers at the end.

You were about to ask him which side he preferred when the words died on your tongue, glancing at him with his flesh hand over his dark grey shoulder. It was the first time you saw the vibranium arm in all its glory and Bucky gave you the impression of being embarrassed. He'd never stop surprising you with plenty of emotions for things that for you didn't have any importance actually —like the fact of not having two real arms.

“Come here”. You murmured, kneeling on the mattress and palming the other lateral, observing every one of his actions till lying next to him, in the middle of the gloom of your room.

Covering both of you with the sheets and turning on your sides to face each other, Bucky took the initiative of wrapping you close to his chest, as he placed his head on your pillow. He couldn't help but take a soft breath from your heavenly smell impregnated in, provoking a smile to grow on your lips. Surrounding his neck with your arms, you sunk your fingers in his short hair, gently caressing his scalp while you started to spread tender short kisses all around his face.

“This feels good”. He purred with such a pleased tone of voice, closing his eyes as he adventured his warm hand under your shirt to draw invisible patterns on your back.

“So good”. You affirmed, peppering his cheek with a bunch of noisy smooches.

Bucky squeezed you between his grip, hiding his face into the gap of your shoulder and neck, causing you goosebumps because of his exhalation against your skin. He was comfortable being that close, with no distance separating your chests and your legs intertwined in a bundle. You saw how relaxed he was when he pulled his head back to the pillow, noses touching and his eyelids closed.

“Good night, Buck”. You whispered, still feeling his caresses on your back, leaning to kiss him one last time.

“Good night, doll”.

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[peakyscillian]

It's my birthday | Cillian x Fem!Reader | One Shot |

Summary: It's your birthday & you know what you want. Requests: Not so much a request but a fic swap for our birthday month with @janelongxox Warnings: Smut/langauge A/N: Happy Birthday Girl! Enjoy this fic, thank you for letting me always talk about our Cilly!

It's my birthday.

The party was in full swing, everyone had a drink in their hand, you were stood with your girlfriends, you'd been away on location with Cillian and you had catching up to do, but it was your birthday and you knew you should be mingling with your guests.

Cillian had managed to pull off the ultimate surprise party, coordinating all the arrangements with your best friend in Dublin whilst you were both in Manchester. He'd even picked out a dress, which much to his relief you loved the moment you slipped it on that evening, his hand had run down your exposed back, stopping just before the curve of your backside, before he dropped his lips to the exposed warm skin of your neck making you suggest you forgot about dinner and stayed home.

He'd given you a coy smile, shook his head "plenty of time for that, birthday girl" he had teased, a gentle kiss to your painted lips before he grabbed his suit jacket and exited the room, leaving you with a dull throb between your thighs.

Your eyes caught him over with a few of your family members, your gaze dropping to his fingers, thick and long curled around the glass of Guinness as he spoke to your uncle, you felt the throb return to your core at the thought of those fingers, dragging under your tiny piece of underwear.

"Happy Birthday, Y/N" the voice made you jump slightly, you spun round face to face with Paul and Joe.

"Thank you, when did you two get here? Left you in Manchester under twelve hours ago" you laughed lightly as they hugged you in turn.

"Got the flight after you and Cill" Joe admitted

You laughed "so you were in the airport with us, why am I so oblivious to everything"

"Where is he? The big party planner, haven't heard about anything else for weeks, if this is your twenty fifth I can't wait for you to turn thirty" Paul winked.

You batted at his chest not wanting to think about leaving your twenties "he's over with my uncles, they're probably embarrassing me"

They excused themselves making their way to their friend and co-star, you were determined to distract yourself from thinking of all the sinful things you wanted Cillian to do to you.

You were waiting at the bar, when you felt the two arms slip around your waist, a firm body pressed into your back "my birthday girl" his breath fanned across your skin, igniting it with goosebumps.

You turned in his arms, back resting against the cool wood of the bar, arms instantly snaking around his neck "m' missed you"

He smiled, lips pressing softly to yours, hands on your hips kneading them through the material of your dress.

"I've been right here" he barely pulled his face away from yours, eyes locked together.

"I know, you've been the perfect host, want to be alone" you almost whined, hips moving to push ever so slightly against his.

Cillian changed his grip on your hips, firmly pressing you against the bar "later, I told you" he nipped at your bottom lip.

You felt the rush of pleasure run through you, his stern voice, the pressure on your hips, you nodded fingers running across the slightly out grown shaved back of his head.

"Cillian, uhm sorry but we need you in the back" your friend was awkwardly stood beside you both, you smiled at her as Cillian moved away.

"Be right back" he kissed you again, before they left you to sort out party business. You sighed grabbing your glass of wine and heading for Natasha, Sophie and Aimee who had also snuck into Dublin without you knowing.

The cake had been extravagant knowing that was all down to your friends, Cillian had held you close to his side as everyone sung you happy birthday, his voice low and vibrating in your ear. You'd hugged your girlfriends right after blowing out the candles, feeling so blessed to have this life.

A few wines and shots with Cillian's co-stars later the party was dying down, people calling taxis and heading to their hotels, you were on the dance floor, Aimee and Sophie ending the night with you, Cillian interrupted you all asking if he was allowed to take you home.

Sophie had made a lewd comment causing him to act like the older brother he played on screen, she rolled her eyes at him as they hugged goodbye.

Finally you were in the back of the booked car, you were hungry for him, lips pressing hot bursts of kisses across his neck, where he'd popped a few buttons undone as the night went on, your hand snaked its way into the opening pressing a warm palm against his cool skin.

"Baby...baby" he lifted your chin up to stop the assault of your lips "we'll be home so soon" he stated.

You whined, hand running across the bulge in his tight dress pants "just want you" you whispered sitting back in the seat trying to control yourself.

Cillian hadn't even got you fully through the door and you were kicking your heels off, attaching yourself back on his lips, feverish kisses leaving between wanting mewls.

"hey..hey what's got into you" he smirked scooping you up in his arms.

"I just need you, need you to touch me" you begged, as he carried you effortlessly up the stairs.

He dropped you on the bed, eyes scanning your body, licking his lips, he'd been so controlled all evening, holding off all your advances the best he could but now he was ready to ravish you, tease you into falling apart around him.

Your body was writhing on the bed, without any contact with him, just his gaze burning into you was enough to get you worked up.

"Cillian" you whimpered getting frustrated with the way he wasn't paying any attention to you.

He smiled, finally crawling over your body, pressing his hips to yours to stop you moving "yes? Birthday girl" a smirk tugged onto his face.

"Please" you whispered fingers fumbling with the buttons on his fitted shirt

"What do you want?" He was teasing you, you were so close to screaming at him for his hands to be on you.

"Just...fuck touch me" you begged eyes wide

Cillian brushed some hair from your face, fingertips feathered against your skin "where?"

You were biting your lip, tears pushing against the brim of your eyes in frustration "everywhere"

Cillian tusked, dropping a faint kiss to the side of your lips "show me or I can't help"

You groaned head thrown back, grabbing for his hands "I want your fingers in me, I want them pressed against my clit"

"You only had to say" he teased, lifting the hem of your dress up your body, you sat up letting him pull it off you, revealing your bare breasts and the barely there underwear.

"Been walking around like this all evening" he ran his fingertips over your breasts "if only I'd known" he tweaked your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pulling a gasp from your mouth.

"Shit please Cill don't tease me" you were barely able to form a sentence, hips moving off the bed.

"Baby, you need to be patient it's your birthday after all" he nuzzled into your neck, lapping his tongue against your sweet skin.

"I should get what I want" you pouted, grabbing for his hand, pushing it down to the edge of your underwear.

He rested his hand just above your mound, tutting at you once again "I've got a bratty birthday girl on my hands huh?"

You bit your lip, nodded at him because you couldn't deny it "Cillian I swear-"

You didn't have time to finish as his hand plunged into the thin material, hand cupping at your soaking pussy, thumb brushing over your clit "oh uhh fuck" you sighed feeling some pressure being relieved from your core.

"Been this wet all night baby?" He asked slowly pushing his finger into your cunt, you nodded "yea...yes all for you Cillian" you panted eyes closing in pure ecstasy. He pulled your underwear down your legs, dropping it on the floor, as you spread your legs from him. Cillian was working you up, adding another finger in as you squirmed under his touch. Stretching you for him, you moaned as he added a third finger, curling up to your soft g-spot, tapping on the area before roughly brushing his fingers over it, thumb pressed on your clit, he could feel your walls clenching and unclenching around his fingers, your panting breaths indicating you were already close.

"You can let go as long as you come around my cock later" his lips were pressed against the shell of your ear.

You nodded erratically, holding onto his biceps, with one final stroke of your g-spot, added pressure on your clit you were unraveling under him, head thrown into the mattress, legs shaking as he carried on pumping his fingers into your tightening pussy.

Your hands were grabbing for the zip on Cillian's trousers, he chuckled lightly batting your hand away "no touching, it's all about you, you've been so good"

He stood up discarding his trousers and boxers, you almost cried out in pleasure at the sight of his hard cock standing to attention, veins nearly pulsing with the tension.

Cillian crawled back over your heated body, running the head of his cock against your slick folds, you could swear your body was on fire, you needed release again, needed him inside you.

"Cillian, baby please" you whimpered propping yourself up on your elbows, watching him dip the tip of his cock into you.

"Want me to fuck you eh?" He smiled his charming smile, you jerked your hips trying to get him inside your clenching pussy.

"Yes fuck me please" you mumbled, voice breaking with the pressure growing in your abdomen, he nodded finally pushing forward, filling you completely in one swift move, stretching you, sending a wave of pleasure over your whole body.

Cillian's blue eyes had turned a shade or two darker, his hands on your hips pulling you to meet his thrusts , legs wrapped around his waist, he lifted you off the mattress, as he knelt onto the soft duvet, using his hands to guide you up and back down in a perfect rhythm.

Sweat was building on his forehead, your hair once perfectly curled for your party was sticking to your back and forehead, your sticky bodies hitting together as he pounded into you, losing the strength to hold you up, he dropped you back, not stopping his thrusts as he lent over you.

His lips wrapping around your erect nipple sucking and nipping, your hands were tugging at the hair on top of his head the perfect length for getting your fingers into.

"You look so fucking beautiful" he was pressing his lips to your collarbone, nose nudging your jaw before he finally kissed you, biting at your lip before his tongue slipped into your warm mouth, hips still snapping into yours.

"Fuck..Cillian, this is amazing" you sighed hands cupping at his face. Eyes locked with his intense and wide as the tip of his cock brushed your g-spot, he knew exactly how to angle his hips to find it.

"Just treating my birthday girl to what she deserves, looking fucking gorgeous all evening, dancing with her friends grinding them to tease me" his hand grabbed at the flesh of your backside, kneading it with a rough squeeze as he pulled your leg to sit flush against his hip.

"Just wanted you to take me home, all night wanted to be alone with my man" you confessed, nails scratching down his back in appreciation.

"People whispering about me being too old for you I heard them, but does any else make you feel this good?" He asked stalling his hips, his cock resting inside your needy cunt.

You shook your head "never, only you, you're not too old, you're mine" you pushed your hips off the bed, needing some friction from him anything.

He was peppering kisses across your face, you claiming him as your own making his hips snap faster into you, you were moaning with no stop from the sweet noises leaving your mouth, he was so close his abdomen tightening, the feeling of his cock twitching against your walls, he was panting, forehead pressed with yours. "I can't hold out much longer" he confessed, you moved your hips causing a primal moan to pull from his throat. "Cum in me Cill.. let go for me" you were circling your hips, causing a friction between you both, then his hips stalled, thrust sloppy as he came in you, pushing you over the edge for the second time, calling out his name as you done so. Cillian was still on top of you, holding himself up by his forearms on the bed, "Happy Birthday, baby" he smiled slowly dragging himself from your swollen pussy, rolling to lay beside you.

The feeling of his cum dripping between your thighs was something you wouldn't ever get bored of, having decided that you being on birth control was enough to not use protection after about four months of being together. "Best present ever" your hand ran across his cheek cupping his jaw. "oh there's more" he stood up, you watched him cross the room, his bare bum was sculpted perfectly, he returned from the walk-in wardrobe, your mouth pratically watering at the sight of him, still semi-hard as he made his way back to you, three gift bags in his hand. "I like this present best" you giggled fingers grazing across his cock, he let out a low groan, gift bags discarded on the floor as you crawled across the bed on your knee's, licking your lips ready for the sweetest gift of all.

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