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let the light in

xx: cowboys! eren & onyankopon x reader . .

9.9k words — life on a ranch, porn with plot, tension, feelings, eventual sex, fucking in.. mud & rain, reader is referred to as 'she', 'girlie' etc, use of 'daddy', lots of spit & being dirty, reader is a country bumpkin, light arguing, thumb in ass, pussy spanking, spitroasting, cunnilingus, crying, some squirting & creaming, lots of shortened words & punctuation (country dialect duhh), not proof read sorry, awkward moments.

notes: been writin dis since december 2023... enjoy u guys :] rbgs appreciated

“hiya mrs. brown!”

worn out boots of marble cake pink and brown swirls, graze the dirtied gravel near the elderly woman's cottage as you slip from the horse. mary-lou, you affectionately call her, dusting her pinked moist nose with a pat before hobbling onto the stone path. over the horizon, the pastel orange and yellows of the sun threaten to melt into your skin, kissing it golden as the morning begins and so do your deliveries. 

golden-blonde, french curl braids woven into your roots fall past your lower back ending in thick, loose curls, some held together by bows and others hair clips. they bounced with every step. mrs. brown was the first on your list of deliveries today. on cool mornings like this when spring teases its approach, you often bake little treats for the other villagers. apple tarts, blueberry jellies, cherry pies with freshly picked fruits, warm buttery honey-milk breads and healthy breakfast muffins: all made with ingredients grown at home! but, we'll explore the garden later.

calling this a village was a bit of a stretch, realistically, a happy delusion at most. acres of farm property was shared by each of the residents whose homes were nearby, despite the farm areas creating distances of land behind them. tok, tok, tok! the haste below mary-lou's hooves pulled you back to your task as you rearranged the goodies and stepped onto the wooden plank. mrs. brown sat atop her rocking chair, crocheting a blanket you'd commissioned. a chuckle, “ [  ] , dearest, always in y’head, aren't yuh?” mrs. brown softly muttered, deep brown skin crumpled besides her lips, short pastel curls tickling her ears. hands busied with the neapolitan coloured yarn. her countryside twang was a pleasant aerated tone, reminding you of your own parents. 

you huff and offer a smile. “mrs. brown I've—”, “must I remind you, dearest, eleonora,” the playfulness in her voice offers it a quiver. “and let me guess . . . cherry pie?” thin, quivering lips stretch to a smile, your plump ones mimic hers as you nod with a sweetened expression. “yes, eleonora, I know how much y’love cherry pies n’–”, “and my grandson does too, y'know!” you stop to stare at her as she wears nothing but a smug look on her face, her head bobbing side to side with a ‘you know damn well’ manner. 

eleonora lived mostly alone. when her daughter married, giving her a sole grandson they'd moved to the city. luckily for her, and you, her grandson moved back on his own to the country. he fixed cars, motorcycles, tractors– you name it, he's got it covered. she said his name was onyankopon or, ony’. to be honest, you spied around one time to catch a glimpse of him. back when you first moved in and eleonora became immediately smitten with the idea of you and her grandson as potential lovers, you snuck around where ony's ranch was, peaking at who the man could be. you barely saw him really, the small flash of him you saw all greasy with engine oil was so far away! but infatuation always grew in you from a small bud, slowly growing before flower petals started spilling out your throat.

“are ya’ stoppin by him too, darlin’?” she pries further, “I ‘dunno els’ . . . y'know I haven't actually met ‘em right?”, “oh I know dear,'' she breathes, “ he's strong, he's tall, he surely is handy ‘round the house and- and he's not ‘onna dem toxic masculine things i hear ‘bout on the Internet! I think he's had a boyfrien’ b'fore, that must count!” she relieves your hands of the heavy treats while speaking, “eleonora . . .”, “c'mon darlin’, you've got t'get married someday, n’ imma’ be the flower gal!” 

all you can do is shake your head and accept the sweet kiss to the cheek she offers you before trotting back to your horse. mary-lou grew rather impatient! settling her brown and white spotted body to the ground awaiting your return. to be completely honest, you craved love. the partying, sex and relationships of college got old and moving here right after left you high and dry with the weight of ‘unlovable’ bearing down on your shoulders. the lack of men your age was . . . a troublesome dilemma but who were you to complain? you hiked yourself back onto mary-lou and continued your journey to the next cottage home. 

looking over the blueberry skies and whipped cream clouds kept you in grandiose delusions of a love so pure and sweet, like powdered sugar that you could indulge in, maybe one day.

♡

“down girl, down!” 

The rough, deep voice shakes the silence near the upcoming ranch. after your deliveries, you'd end up with a few apple-cherry tarts remaining, sometimes the neighbours are vacationing in the city, or insist you keep some! by this time, the sun shone fully now, its warmth tingling your skin. “awe, shucks, man!” another voice caused your brows to furrow, peering up ahead at the ranch . . . the one in which eleonora's grandson resided. from what you could see without the sun in your eyes, two men of tall statures– roughhousing with gorgeous horses. the one in the cowboy's hat was doing a terrible job of trying to calm one of them. their manes were a beautiful silky white, shining healthily under the sun as they lifted their front legs to the air before trotting around the . . . shirtless men again. mother would scold you now if she could see you openly ogling at the two, you push that thought to the back of your mind.

mary-lou slows on your command beside their ranch gate, huffing and happily shaking out her mane as she watches the other horses play. something possesses you to hop off with the remaining tarts, awkwardly shuffling to the fence– your pink-brown boots were worn mismatched to your strapless white lace top and similar mini-skirt. “uh . . . howdy there fellas!” both men turned to your direction, blocking their eyes from the sun and beginning to stroll over.

the closer view made your breath catch in your throat. the one on the left, you assume is el's grandson, his skin was a dark mahogany brown, he glistened slightly with sweat in the sun, deeply defined muscles prelude veins below his belly button then covered by bright blue jeans and black cowboy boots to match his hat.

he had a handsome face. 

thick two-toned lips spread to reveal a bright smile, a few teeth plated with gold caps as he teased the man to his right. this man had dark, black, shining curls that rested atop his shoulders, two eyebrow slits decorated with piercings, matching ones on his . . . pretty lips. his skin was a dusted tan, sunkissed tone and he wore black jeans atop his brown boots. You couldn't miss the tattoos that crept up the side of his abdominals, you were curious.

“how c'n we help ya’, miss?” the left spoke up and your cheeks felt hot, it's been a while since you heard that pet name, you chalked it up to the blazing sun. “well, uh, you're eleonora's grandson, right?” you nibble on your nails nervously, he nods, “I just . . . thought it’d be nice to give y'all these extra treats i baked.” pushing the basket in their direction and allowing the dark haired one to peep under the cloth, he had a mischievous look to him and he elbowed the other in the ribs with a slick smile, “wass ya’ name, pretty? ‘m eren, dis is ony’,” he pointed between them, “ n’ y’made these y’self, ma’?” eren pulls out a tart, staring down at you through long eyelashes, “oh! uh I‘m [  ], n’ yes! I did n' I grew all'em fruits m'self too!” you bounce on the heels of your boots, nervously.

ony’ stays mostly quiet you've noticed, taking in your outfit as well, his eyes raking over you. eren warmly feeds him a bite of the tart as their horses trot over to mingle with mary-lou. “how long ya’ been livin’ ‘round here, sugar?” ony’ speaks up soft and mellow, grabbing himself his own tart to taste. eren reaches out to pet mary-lou. “i guess it’s been a about a year now! y’see i moved out ‘round here after college.” you nibbled your shiney bottom lip, “what ‘bout y’all? your grandma talks ‘bout you all the time, but, i ain’t really seen you round here?” you turn to eren who makes a kissy face at mary-lou before turning to you. “i mostly tend to the farm ma’, as y’can tell, ‘m better with the animals than ony’ here.” he flashes you a smile and props his arms against the fence biting his lip and lowering closer to your eye level. ony’ playfully smacks his arm, flashing a gorgeous smile with his gold teeth sparkling in the sun, “shut up, man.”

you look away quickly, catching yourself staring at his lips, he certainly doesn't miss it. you totally push the basket towards eren’s arms, “y’c’n have the basket y’know i always weave more, i’ve gotta get goin, now,” you rush, “wait– take m’ number, pretty,” eren offers before reciting it a couple times so you’ve got it down. “n’ which onna’ these ranches ‘s yours, mama?”, you're mounting mary-lou once more, “it's not too far! it's the ranch with the blue fence n’ the pond out front!” 

♡

the days after that remained uneventful, with no deliveries of any kind, you preferred to remain on the ranch tending to the animals and house work. you'd never texted eren, only saved his number and stalked his contact profile . . . and opened his chat section many-a-times without saying anything. taking a liking to someone new is hard. you don't forget the many times a partner toyed with you, assuming innocence and naivity of you based soley off your appearance, then doing whatever they'd wanted behind your back. you were past that now, hopefully at least; the concrete walls you used to block others out wasn't something you'd liked to be reminded of.

padding out the back door, the coldness of the stone path chills beneath your bare feet. your toes painted with the cutest design within your artistic range, accompanied by the musical arrangement of your anklet. you pick up a dirtied bucket with the many things you'd needed to complete your chores for the morning, taking a long look at the expanse of the ranch. 

a deep breath of clean air, healthy green fields relieve your eyes of their stress; partly cloudy skies was the forecast! weather for hanging outside, the cumulus clouds indicated it to be the perfect day for fishing too! the pond was still, the little lambs were just waking up in their pen, the gardenias were blooming; the white dexter cattle mulled around, seemingly bored behind the fence. just as you begin to walk by with the bucket of feed, the cows behind let out soft, deep ‘mooooo’s’: a ‘good morning!’ greeting in their own way. each receiving gentle pets to their fur.

your mental list of duties was shorter today: pet the cattle, inspect the lambs & brush their fur, throw feed for the chickens & clean their coupes, feed the dogs, feed the fish.

you couldn't help but wear your best little dress to do the tasks today, a simple white thing that cupped your breasts just right. “oh, how are ya’ buttercup!” you squealed in delight as the silky white wolf dog rushed up to lick your feet, his opposite onyx counterpart, bentley offered a short bark to show her delight, sitting peacefully and obediently. she'd recently fallen pregnant with pups, confusing as you'd given both animals the proper precautionary procedures! while filling their food bowls, you couldn't help but be reminded of eren and ony’. your toes dug into the grass a bit, excited at the idea of . . . sharing your home with someone else again. both men seemed pleasant, highly attractive, but feelings always confused you. perhaps they were only being decent human beings to you, nothing more.

to be honest, you hadn't had the best history with relationships. it's part of– it's one of the main reasons you'd decided to move out to the countryside. casual sex was fine, yeah, whatever, you enjoyed it. however, when it comes to your relationships, you refuse to believe you attract shitty people. from making fun of how excited your are by things, to the way you dressed, wore your makeup, your hair, how you cry— the whole works had been used against you. there was only so much of it you could handle. moving away meant . . . fresh start, new people, new experiences. and most importantly, a place where everyone did as they pleased. as much as people think gossip goes around in small villages, the country area was mostly pleasant. neighbours traded crops for items, enjoyed each other's company and minded their own business.

sitting beside the pond, bentley and buttercup eagerly cuddled up at your side; the joy this life brought you was comparable to hot chocolate at the end of a winter day. now you think about how long its been since you could cuddle someone on a cold day. it probably hasn't been since your mother was alive. now was a good time to visit eleonora.

♡

a raspberry lemon loaf warmed your hands as the weather began to cool. the trudge to eleonora's ranch was tranquil, pleasant animals, butterflies and chirping birds kept you occupied for most of it. that is, until your boots dragged to a stop in the dirt, noticing a familiar face in el's front yard. 

onyankopon's hair was short, brushed into smooth waves atop his head and faded on the sides, revealed by the lack of cowboy hat. he was shirtless, once again, knee deep in the dirt of his grandmother's yard where he dug the soil for new plants. you swallow, nibbling a plump lip that made your mouth spring from the strawberry flavoured gloss. a colder breeze blew up under your thighs, blowing your simple little dress slightly; furrowing your brows with concern as you peered at the beautiful bright sky, you force yourself to walk up to the gate and begin to unlatch it. 

eren's grassy green eyes meet you first, his hands busily feeding a plump cherry into his mouth. pretty pink lips sucked them in, unwelcoming to the juicy red droplets that escaped the cherry. he licks his lips to pull them in. you take a deep breath and focus on not dropping the raspberry lemon loaf. “h-hiya everybody!” you greet, noticing eleonora seated in her usual spot on the rocking chair of her porch while observing the two men. 

you hold the loaf somewhat close to you and swallow hard, walking along the stone path of which both men were at either side of. ony’ in the dirt and eren manspreading on the front steps. you held eyes with the ground. “howdy ony’, eren, nice to see you two ‘gain,” you say in a pleasant mumble as you make way up the stairs to eleonora. “brought you this raspberry lemon loaf els’!” you look at her smiling slightly, caught off guard by that signature smug look she held. what insane thoughts about your love life could she be brewing now? the silence from the two men was noticeable too, you were sure they'd turn to look at you as you presented the treat for el’, “my, my! well doesn't this just look lovely!” she claps clammy hands clad in flower themed rings and laughs jolly. “ony’, son, could you get us some tissues n’ forks? oh- n’ eren darlin’ why don't you bring out the pitcher ‘f lemonade with s'm glasses.” the two men stand as she calls upon them, uttering out their deep ‘yes ma'am's’ as they towered above you in walking by. your eyes trailed them slightly before turning back to eleonora who never (not once) misses your silent pining.

ony’ wore his jeans low on his waist, the band of his boxers showed off its maker's name. eren, on the other hand, wore a white wife-beater below unbuckled blue overalls, leaving them hanging over at his waist. “so, have ya’ found y'self a boyfren’, honey?” eleanora asks somewhat loudly as the two men shuffle around the kitchen bearby and your eye widen. “now what kinda’ question is that els’?” you sputtered, “you know I haven't got one.” eleonora giggles like a school girl. you take a cool seat onto the steps. eren and ony’ share small smiles as they return with lemonade and dishes. ony’ takes a seat in a chair opposite eleonora, elevated above you whilst eren makes himself comfortable back in his spot across from you on the steps. raspberry lemon loaf is shared around with the cool glasses of not-too-sweet lemonade to wash it down, eating brought silence besides low groans from the two men who seemed to enjoy your baking. their groans were not sensual, but pressing your thighs together was still a must as a reaction to the unexpected sounds of pleasure. fuck, you felt like a creep. eleonora complimented your skills, asking, “[  ] , did ya’ grow these in the box gardens y'made?” you nod and swallow quickly, all attention to you as eren mumbles ‘box garden?'. ``yea els’, the box gardens ar’ doin’ great, but I've got some extra wood around I think I'mma try to make a few more like the boxes I bought from the market!” eleonora smiles as if she were expecting to hear you randomly bring up your recycling duties. 

“ony’, can't you n’ eren build those boxes f’[  ]? I strongly believe lil’ ol’ her shouldn't handle all dat’ wood . . .” you internally blush deeply at the innuendo and take the final bite of your slice of the loaf. eren speaks up, “y'sure right on we can, els’ . . . y'okay wit’ us helpin’ y'out ma?” he takes a quick glance up at ony, locking eyes with him who also lets his stare above you burn into your scalp. “s– sure, I don't mind!” you mutter out lightly and eleonora gives a jolly clap, “well ain't that just darlin’! the day's young, y'all can get started right now!” you have to hold your breath to avoid your last sip of lemonade going down your larynx. the two men mentioned how they're not busy the rest of the day and wouldn't mind before you can even collect yourself. somehow, coming over to eleonora always results in you being roped into another scheme of hers.

and just like that, you found yourself on a quiet . . . and awkward walk back to your ranch with the two young men following closely behind you. anxiety bubbled in your stomach, clamping your lips shut to avoid letting the insecure feeling from escaping your lips. the nerves were getting to you with every second that passed by. “s-so, uh– wassup wit y'all ‘round here?” they both walk up to match your pace. “oh, well, ony here prefers to do all the technical shit like– fixin’ cars n’ all'at.” eren shoves his palms into the pockets of his overalls, walking up ahead where he could look back at the two of you while talking, he maintains glances with onyankopon that you just don't seem to understand. “I prefer to stay on the ranch n’ watch the animals– y'got any besides that horsie?” 

“oh– yea i've got m’ horse, mary-lou, two wolfies: bentley n’ buttercup.” a sweet smile stretches on your face, tummy warming a bit. “oh! and I've got names f'all my fish in the pond, my little lambs– oh they're just the cutest! a–and my fluffy cows! they're lovely,” you clasp your hands in excitement, eyes following your footsteps, sputtering happily over the animals. “gosh, n’ I'm tryin’ out a little butterfly area in my front garden, but m’ not the best at it, can’t tame butterflies y’know— they pee on ya’ too! that's fuckin’ crazy,” you reveal with a giggle. as you look up to ask the two a question, you can't help but blush, embarrassingly at that. eren and ony stared at you with pleasant smiles, deeply dimpled too. “oh my, m’ sorry for my ramblin’ how rude of me–”,”no. no, keep talkin’ pretty.” ony's deep voice encourages you and you peer curiously at him: trying to figure him out. he turns away from you licking his lips and spares eren a look before he starts walking again. it urges you both to continue onto the ranch as well, eren shakes his head with a chuckle; he thinks he’s got a handful on his hands. 

“y’got a boyfren’ ‘round here, [  ] ?” eren brushes hair over his shoulders, asking the question calmly whilst maintaining a look up the path, ony’s arm brushed yours as he walked close by. “well– no, what about you?” you melt your lips together before stuttering out,”wait, not– i mean, girlfriend . . . well– i don’t care–!” ony barks out a laugh while eren turns around to give you a bright smile, all three of you burst into giggles. “nah, no girlfren’ or boyfren’, ma’.” ony speaks up gently, “but, uh– me n’ E’ might be lookin’ for a third to make us official, i dunno.” your eyes widen but ony gives a nonchalant shrug, handsome face glowing with a smug smile like he didn't just drop #thebomb on you. it reminded you of his grandmother, you look to eren who’s looking back at you and onyankopon with just a slight grin and your breath catches in your throat. “oh! there’s the ranch just up ahead,” you blurt out and skip past eren, scurrying over to unlatch the gate to your front garden as the two followed you in.

now your heart felt like it could melt. like– like a huge strawberry ready to burst! what did ony’ mean by that?  oh, how you felt like a dizzy little dove. luckily the dogs rushed up to you, excitable and ready to meet the new visitors who they eagerly sniffed. ony’ and eren were happy to roughhouse on sight laughing with the dogs and complimenting the patch of primula's you were trying to grow, the pretty pinki-ish flowers were just beautiful. you lead them through your home, overly conscious about each step you took while they surely eyed every nook and cranny of your decor. “um- y'guys need anything? I've got some snacks . . .”, “nah, we're good,” eren mumbled, sounding obviously distracted by their nosey observations of your living space. you hear the tone of your dryer going off just as you unlatch the netted back door that served as another layer next to the already opened wooden one. 

“holy shit,” ony’ whispered, your organization of the backyard was impeccable. clean and solid fencing around the cows, plants on the left with storage on the other. you left the two to walk out into the cold breeze that passed by as they observe the surroundings and the pile of wood waiting for them; all while you quickly rushed to the laundry room nearby to dislodge your clothing and stuff them into a basket. you hurry back out to join them.

“so, here's one of the other boxes i made,” you gesture to the dirty box filled with planted Spanish thyme, “i know it looks kinda wonky but, hopefully you guys can do better,” you offer an awkward laugh and sit on the back steps, legs crossed. 

eren and onyankopon share a look, then grab some planks bringing them more into your line of view with some of the tools nearby and sitting in the grass. even in your own home, you felt a little out of place. in silence, eren and ony’ shared alot of chemistry you didn't understand. despite this, what ony’ said on the way here never left your mind. “y'guys got alot ‘f experience . . . relationship-wise?” you scratch behind your ear. they worked separately lining up wood and nailing them into place, muscles working diligently. “mm, yea. ‘guess y'can say that ma',” eren glances at ony who hums low and offers you a small smile.

“it's jus’ that– ‘m thinkin’ ‘bout watchu said earlier . . .” you blink, fumbling, “unless that was like a joke ‘r somethin’—”

“i wasn't joking.” onyankopon confirms calmly, his jaw tight. you allow the silence to continue for a few beats, eyes flickering back and forth between the two and your hands petting the dogs that came to lay beside you. “we don't expect ya’ to jus’ trust us like that, missy,” eren offers gently, shoving his curls into a small bun and you nibble your bottom lip. 

ony's brows furrow and he's hammering the last few nails into his box before he speaks up. “how c'n we get to know you ma’? me n’ E’ been . . . chillin’ for over a year. since college, actually, n’ we been watchin’ y'too. w’dont expect you to feel the way we do in 10 minutes or even in a day. let us get t'know you.” you squint a little.

“y'serious?” your chest feels a little hot and you're praying to the gods you don't fuck this up. “c's i don't intend on gettin played wit’ ‘specially not out here, y’hear me?” and you don't mean to raise your voice a little, the sounds just flow out. “hey, hey now,” eren pushes his finished work aside and stands, tugging his overalls up, hands resting on his hips. “we don't got no bad intentions, sugar, chill wit’ us,” and you blink up at him, unmoved.

“m'kay, let's just say i decided to ‘chill’ wit’ y'guys,” you stand up, fold your arms and start, “what exactly are we g'nna do, hm?” you look back and forth between them, not missing the way your buttercup whines on the steps where she lay, evidently fed up with all the chatter. “y'got 3 seconds n’ don't say sex. one,” 

“who said anythin’ ‘bout sex?” ony’ joins you two as he puts the tools down, “two,” “yea, y'better shut that shit up. let's bake sumn together, show us around y'day, hang wit’ us at our ranch, talk about shit. fuck y’mean sex?” you stubbornly stay silent and stare. eren’s jaw bone pokes out with the way he clenches it. “we're not lookin’ for sex. if we wanted sex from you we coulda seduced you a long time ago, sugar,” he shrugs with a smile and you lick your lips, sighing. “okay, ‘m sorry. I’–I'm such a bad host,” you mutter out, “y'all want anything to eat? or some water.” you hear a low ‘okay’ from ony’ so you shuffle away to the kitchen to grab some bottles for them.

you tried to focus on the coldness of the bottles on the way back as a way to cool your temperament. “i moved out here wit’ intention ‘f startin’ fresh n’ shit.” you start, tossing them bottles before plopping yourself beside buttercup who nuzzled her cold nose into your thigh. the two men were sitting once again, evidently having spoken to each other in your absence.

your voice was shaky as you took a deep breath, garnering the courage to speak up for how you felt, “i'm tired of gettin’ dogged out, n’ played wit’ n’ allat bullshit.” you pout.

“‘m not exactly sure how gettin’ involved wit’ two handsom’ fellas is gonna help me figure out to– to i dunno, regulate m’ emotions.” you frown and shove some braids back behind your ear, “s’ like i damn near avoided it– i moved back t’the country damnit.” a sigh, “i cant just figure out how to adore n’ love– people again or if i'mma be able t'dish it out as much as before.”

“you get what i mean?” your ramble ceased as you finally look up from your focus on your knees and look back and forth between ony and eren. ony chuckles softly while eren offers you a smile and speaks up.

“we'll take it slow, you'n gotta ‘love’ anybody yet, mama,” ony nods at his words, “gotta build a friendship wit'chu first, we not playin’ ‘round.” 

♡

a week or so passes in which life goes by as normal. you spend your days busying yourself with gardening and grooming your animals, baking treats and new concoctions. the only exception is eren and onyankopon have somehow easily squeezed themselves into your life.

on your deliveries you hear, “howdy, ma',” they chase across their lawn and hop across the fence to drag you inside and sit you down in the warm house where the two eagerly pester you to try the . . . ‘shrimp alfredo’ they whipped up. 

thus, the two would end up in your kitchen, breathing over your hair whilst you instructed them on the proper technique. “naw, i don’ told E to do all'at,” onyankopon protests. so too do they pester mary-lou and your dogs, roughhousing and giving them baths much to their dismay.

through many experiences you learn, onyankopon isn't particularly fond of being tickled, or of wearing shirts. he stays shirtless almost all twenty-four hours of the day and you can only avert your eyes. eren is obsessed with overalls and has an array of them: gray ones, distressed ones, short ones, and he never buckles them properly.. on the ranch, the two gorgeous white haired horses were named armin and reiner, two friends they shared from college. sparkling like diamonds as you're given the opportunity to ride them each around the boys’ ranch in the golden sun. you'd also learned that the two were sexually . . . fluid, they'd called it. vaguely, they'd mentioned their sex lives and based on what they said you couldn't help but assume they were talking about each other. who else was there out here except you?

“yeeehaw! can't catch up, can'ya’?” eren howls and shouts as he trots across the ranch on his horse, ony lagging behind in the chase. here you sat on a wooden little bench near the steps of ony' and eren's ranch; clad in a simple white cropped tank and blue jeans with a chunky belt, your cream coloured cowboy hat sit pretty atop your head. a pretty calico cat licked at your bare feet and nudged you for pets. 

at this point, you felt yourself slipping. it was obvious by now you'd grown to enjoy each other's company and serious conversations were imminent.

what were we, how will the dynamics work, what would they expect from you? just then you felt a tap to your forehead.

“heya, girlie,” eren squats down before you to grab your attention, “watchu, thinkin’ ‘bout,” ony’ mumbled, toying with a toothpick between his teeth. 

you smack glossy lips together, “jus’. . . ‘bout us three y'know? how- like, where do we go fr'm here huh?” your eyes flutter, cheeks warming. you feel the silence actually, eren and ony’ are doing that stupid thing where they talk to each other with their eyes. 

butterflies flap their wings about, joyous as ever. it makes you smile a little, as you're beginning to grow nervous. “let's talk inside ma’,” onyankopon suggests, stepping past you into the house where eren follows. 

“me n’ ‘ren c'n take care ‘f each other n’ you, know that?” 

you all shuffle onto the dark gray couch in the living space. ony’ and eren's ranch had a deep modern aesthetic. dark oak accents adorned both the outside and inside, complimented by gray and brown shades of furniture. 

“i know that . . . ,” you pout, 

“so wassup,” eren stares you down, the emerald swirl of his eyes warmed your belly yet you couldn't maintain eye contact with him for long, eren just had that kind of stare without realizing it himself.

“‘m g'nna be frank, ion wanna impose on nothin’ y'folks got . . . n’ my past relationships ain't been the best.” you huff and continue, “‘m jus’ puttin’ that out there. i feel like we've been talkin’ for a while n' I'm fond of y'all.” 

“i jus’ don't wanna be the one to mess things up,” you finish in a whisper. 

onyankopon hums low and eren plays with his lip ring, “n’ das’ all, girlie?” he asks and pursed his lips, dimple deepening at that. you give a nod and a small ‘yup’ while intertwining your hands onto your knees that were pressed together. “y’ talk to us, we talk to you, got that? if it's an issue y'got: don't hesitate to let us know,” ony’ iterates.

eren makes a noise of agreement, “y’communicate everythin’ wit us, sugar, we're serious,” and you nod slowly. “‘kay . . . i get that,” your eyes feel a little wet with emotion, ones you're not too sure of yourself.

you were happy to hear them affirming their commitment yet still anxious for the future. regardless, you couldn't help but lurch forward, you grab the back of eren's neck to press a sweet strawberry jelly flavoured kiss to his cheek, leaving a baby pink glossy print on his cheek along with a loud ‘mwah’ as you smiled. similarly, you crawl over his lap to do the same to ony’ who only bit back a grin, gold capped teeth glistening in the light much like the glossed smudge on his face.

♡

inevitably came the days you'd call the ‘honeymoon’ phase in a relationship, except it lasted what felt like forever.

these days you preferred to be cuddled up in your bedroom, legs being warmed by a black, gray and white blanket you were committed to crocheting. with a couple dark, gloomy days where the usual creamy clouds frowned down on you, the animals often retreated to their pens and little beds of hay to seek warmed from stormy weather. buttercup and bently invaded each others personal space in their dog beds down at the living room, you smile a little at the thought.

“yeen gotta be like that, ony’,” you hear eren groan in a mischievous pout as the two men exit your bathroom smelling of your bath soap. onyankopon mumbles something of ‘’s a stupid idea’. you giggle under your breath, hands hard at work weaving and looping the thick yarn for the blanket. 

“ [  ] , watchu’ think, sugar?” eren plops himself onto the bed, “hm?” still fixated on your progress, ony’ huffs from his seat on the ottoman, lotioning his chest and arms then turning back to rub some excess onto eren's foot. “i told ony’, let's take the horses f’ a ride, ma’, he talkin’ bout ‘oh it's rainy’, i think it'll be chill,” he smiles big and winks expecting something of an applause for his great idea of fun.

“ion mind whateva’ y'guys wanna do, jus’ once we shower ‘gain after, ‘fore we get sick,” you shake your head at the thought. ony’ smacks his teeth, “c'mon, don't support him.” 

“what, playin’ in the rain is fun, baby!” you chuckle, eren simply props his head on his palm, enthralled by your meticulous work. regardless, he nods mindlessly in agreement at the discussion.

just like that, cowboy hats and boots were thrown on and you head down to the stables to round up the horses. ony’ and eren raced each other down to them before you could even get a word in. the thought reminded you of buttercup and bently who currently settled and slept with one's head atop the other.

the fresh rain smell hits your nostrils quickly, smelling of the humidity off the grass and pitch of the street. you could audibly hear the wind bristling about the bushes as it cooled your skin. all you wore was a thin white tank top, jeans along with your classic pink-brown boots to match your hat. eren and ony’ warmed up the horses, encouraging mary-lou to shake out her mane and trot a little. onyankopon was seated by reiner, rubbing at his legs to warm him a bit and doing the same to armin. of course, you stare unabashedly, his muscles (unclothed) bulged with each motion, waistline visible amid his jeans.

you stare so much so, that you don't even notice eren come up to your side to press a wet kiss to your neck, he wraps an arm around your shoulders and gives your ear a kiss too, “starin’ at my man, girlie?” he laughs boyishly and you swat him, “dat’s m’ man too, freak,” he gasps falsely at the insult and you speed off to grab the harness for mary-lou; ony’ pretends he didn't hear the bickering and mounts his horse.

“s’ not rainin’ all too much now, see?” eren comments, scooping his hair back into a low bun under his hat. the three of you clicked and clocked through the damp grass and onto the street, letting the drizzle of rain moisten your skin with each speckle. you gnaw at your bottom lip, lost in thought as you trail behind the two men. at the same time, another cold gust would brush past you three, drying your skin again. yet, as you flinch when a particularly large droplet mands on your cheek, the rain picks up again and you smile.

sometimes moments like these felt so good, connecting with nature and taking in the beauty of the weather. it didn't stop you from being distracted, eren's white wife-beater was getting soaked. the tattoos creeping up his side peaked through the material and stared right back at you. you bitr back a groan and cover your warming face with your palms, wiping it clean of rain, while eren and onyankopon fall back on their horses. the peaceful silence with nothing but the ‘tock’ of the horses’  hooves kept your mind wandering. 

now drenched, you could only imagine peeling off these clothes, a strap of your flimsy little tank top blew off your shoulder, and you felt the material sticking to the bulge of your breasts nestled in your black bra that now stood out ten times as much. god, you felt like a fuckin’ pervert. you couldn't even bring yourself to look down at your own chest, feeling scandalized enough. something about thinking of yourself in . . . near erotic situations such as this made your clit thump like a sweet little rabbit's nose.

nonetheless, you ignore it and allow the rocking atop mary-lou as she walks to distract you. onyankopon rides his horse nearer to yours and eren does the same, you gasp under your breath when ony’ nudges you. “wassup,” he murmured, “nothin’ ‘m jus’ distracted.” you comment plainly and eren huffs out a laugh beside you. 

all you do is stare down at mary-lou and pet her mane, the pulse between your legs pushed to the back of your mind. “y'so bad at lyin’, know that?” eren laughs, you blush and groan, “no ‘m not, shut up,” 

“chill, chill,” ony’ whispers, in his stupid, sexy, amazing, deep voice and you let out a big shuddering breath. as you're riding you feel ony's wet bicep brushing against yours. this had to be the end of you.

ony’ reaches an arm behind you, stretching to meanly pinch eren's shoulder. you're not sure what that meant but you didn't care to know. “where we ridin’ to?” you ask, rubbing glossy lips together. “mm, let's jus’ head to me n’ ony's ranch,” 

“kay,” you settle with that, sweet n’ soft.

“wanna race, jaeger?” ony’ slips in lowly, pulling ahead and looking back at you two with his. . . stupid handsome smile, “h- hey now, let's not–” and you're interrupted by shouts, “let's go!” eren pulls off.

you groan softly, hiking up mary-lou’s harness a bit as you begin to gallop behind the two men. the raindrops stung against your skin and you whined trying to catch up to the two and your breaths harsh. with each hard breath you let out you couldn't help but let it bubble up into laughter, you just felt so good. 

you felt giddy, blinking away raindrops that attacked at your eyes and racing past the two men, who yelled and called out to you, “yo, ma’ we gon' catch up,” ony's cowboy hat flies back behind his head, held up by the string beneath his string as he pulls the white horse forward chasing after you.

the three of you speed past grunge fencings and rosey bushes all bowing their heads now from the deluge. your tank top was completely soaked, and you imagine so was eren's when you pulled in the gates of their ranch and headed around back where you could free mary-lou to run around in the fenced horse enclosure.

you sit on the ground and linger near the side of the house by some plants, boots kicking about scattered hay and picking up sticky mud. eren and ony’ pull in the same time, wet chests heaving and eyeing you as they quickly hop off and lead their horses to the enclosure. “you win, watchu want?” eren huffs out, swinging his hat off and tossing it to the side, letting the rain seep into his curls. “hm?” you moan while rain kisses you, “i get a prize?” 

he nods and slumping down against the wall next to you and propping his arm on a plant. you take the time to stare at his pecs . . . light brown nipples peaking through at you. eren catches you staring, it forces you to look away quick and brush a wet braid out of your face just as ony’ arrives.

“yall chillin’?” 

“yea . . . mama's chillin’ alright,” eren smiles up at ony who lays in the grass beside you. “she baskin’ in her– win,” eren laments, reaching forward to tickle you and you bark out laughter lurching at him. his fingers pet your ribcage and you grab eren's shoulders, “what the– fuck! eren!” you squeal and wrangle with him. ony’ sits in the wet dirt beside you guys with his hands resting behind his head, basking in the rain and ignoring the shoves and pushes nudging him.

“i swear t’ god ‘ren, you– ack!” eren flips you on your back and you land hard with your head on ony's thigh while he wrangles your hands above your head. digging your feet in the ground for leverage couldn't help with the mud slipping beneath you. onyankopon only hums in amusement, watching you stop struggling beneath eren, your chests bouncing with gasps of air.

“you . . . y'know that's not fair, eren,” “i know what's not fair, sugar?” he stares you down, grip on your wrists tight with his chest pressing against yours. the swell of your breasts popped out of your tank top, glistening and sticky when it touched his skin. “mmm, you want somethin’?” he sucks his lip rings into his mouth teasing you, eyes wide and glossed over, throat drying. you lick your lips and slip from his grasp, sitting up and leaning your back onto ony's chest. just as you make that decision you swallow hard feeling his wet chest through your thin top. you wipe some wetness off your forehead evidently applying some mud that was on your arm to the spot.

you catch your breath, rubbing dirtied arms onto your shirt to clean them as best you could. you felt filthy but god, your fat little cunt ached laying in the dirt. 

“onyan'” you call out to the man behind you with your eyes trained on eren who simply sits back smiling impishly at you, “yea, sugar?” 

“wan’ m’ prize,” it comes out in a whine.

“yeah? ‘n what's that gon’ be,” he murmurs low in your ear, eren still hears him. you let out a ‘hmph!’ deep in your throat. then, you drag dirty hands against your tank top before peeling it off you and above your head, tossing it into some grass elsewhere.

crawling on your knees, ass arching in ony's direction, you gesture to eren with a finger, “come here, c'mon,” and you grab the back of his neck, kissing up his sweaty wet throat licking and sucking up anything your mouth touched. you press your lips to eren's, cold wet metal between you two when you let his tongue into your mouth, sucking it up when your lips lock hot.

eren groans into your mouth, hand gripping at your ass concealed by your jeans and he falls back into the mud. you reveled in the slick sound of your lips separating from each other, tuning out how soaked your jeans were getting in the rain. the ambient pelting sound on the rooftops only edged you on further, sitting in eren's lap.

“fuck, you're nasty,” eren mumbles against your lips when you pull away for a second, fingers toggling with the buttons on his jeans. he resists a big smile, elbows resting in the muddied dirt to hold himself up while you roughly tug his jeans down a bit. just enough room for you to reach his dick.

“see how she treatin’ me, ony'?” eren wipes rain off his nose, locking heavy-lidded eyes with onyankopon then down at you, “she roughin’ me up ‘cause she won,” he grumbles and you pull his cock out.

eren flinches when his dick is exposed to the rain, tan-brown tip oozing pre mixed with droplets. your knees dug into the mud beneath you, ass arching up. you stare shamelessly at eren's dick, letting the saliva build up about your tongue while you press a few kisses to the tip. his breath shudders above you, leaning his head back for the rain to fall on his face. “c'mon, pretty, do watchu want,” you grip him tight, feeling like your palm could memorize the girth and veins that popped out. then, tugging him up slightly, you slot your mouth in the gap between the bottom of his dick to his balls. sucking on the skin, you let you built up salivation drip down his balls, slurping the heavy sack onto your tongue.

you suck eren's balls into your mouth, swirling your tongue around mounds and his mouth drops open revealing his tongue ring. he grins, giving you a loud shameless groan, he was certainly showing off for ony’ who sit behind you watching. “suck it like dat, yea,” eren mumbles to you, licking the rainwater off his lips. he lets you have your way a bit more, focused on your features: the way the rain made your eyelashes clump together, the droplets sliding down your nose, to the spitty goop around your mouth all over his balls.

“c'mon, c'mon,” he pulls your mouth off him with a hand gripping the base of your hair, licking the splittle off your chin then kissing it into your mouth and swallowing your whines. “y' fuckin’ nasty, jaeger,” onyankopon mutters lowly behind you and eren bites back a smile. “filthy ass, take that shit off,” you up off your knees, flopping back on your ass where you fiddle with the buttons on your jeans. 

your cheeks burned, both eren and ony's eyes grilled into you and everywhere you touched got streaks of mud in it after having your hands dig into the sopping ground. on your arms, your boobs, eren's shirt. slowly, you shucked your jeans down, slipping them past your ankles along with your boots. your panties were stuck up your ass when you sit in some wet patches of dirty hay, tossing the jeans aside realizing you wore significantly less than the other two men with rain beating all over you.

eren and ony’ share a look then eren's the first to lurch forward gripping your legs with his muddied hands, pushing you back to lay in the dirt and kissing about the clear parts of your belly. he nips at the swell of your breasts in your bra, sucking and kissing wherever he saw fit. “er– eren,” he's prying your legs apart, pushing them ‘till your knees were besides your ears. “eren, stop–,” then he's plucking your panties out your ass and sliding them up your thighs, he stretches the thin little things beyond repair to sling them off your ankles. “what the fuck,” you whisper, eren's fucking unreachable n’ you're both staring at your fat puffy cunt. he takes a second to look to the side at ony’ before returning his attention to your pussy, sprinkles of water sliding down, yet the blubber of slick collected between your lips was noticeable.

the pretty thing was so fat your hardened clit could barely peak through. eren dips his tongue deep, digging at your hole then dragging his tongue through your folds illiciting a low gasp. the cold metal bar in his tongue nudged at your clit. he curled his tongue around the bundle of nerves, giving it a few flicks before spitting and licking another strop up your cunt. “feels– fuckin’ good, eren, oh,” you whimper, his gentle motions paired with the ambient beating of rain against your skin had you on a high. he shakes his head side in your cunt, arousal making sticky strings beside his cheeks as his nose nudges the fat of your pussy. “holy shit,” you press your head into the soft ground beneath you, eyelids fluttering shut when eren suckles softly on your clit. you hum and moan, licking your lips and feeling your head spin, “‘ren . . . oh my god,” he slurps noisily suctioning his mouth over your pussy, sucking hard over and over and over again relishing in the throb of your clit against his tongue.

“he knows, baby,” ony’ murmurs and your mouth drops open with a loud moan, his voice just did something for you. you felt the muscles in your legs twitch, itching to close them with each swipe of eren's tongue and swirling pleasure in your tummy. your hands dig into the dirt behind you, legs quivering.

“tastes fuckin’ good don't it?” he's mumbling and eren's groans into your pussy sends shockwaves against your clit, he nods vigorously. “ohh– shit,” you sit up on your elbows digging in the mud, hair soaked and heavy and your legs only spread wider; your eyes trained on eren's tongue making sloppy circles around the fat mound in your pussy.

eager, you slip your hands into eren's wet curls, stuffing his face into your cunt, “eren, eren– yea-ah!” his groans rumble in his throat and here came the fucking waterworks. your climax comes hard along with several slick kisses to your clit, beads of sweat and rain slipping down between a furrowed brow and a guttural moan ripping from your throat.

eren's mouth releases its latch onto you, your legs flopping into puddles of dirt beneath you. “prepped her f'you,” eren licks his lips and looks to onyankopon who sits there with a fat bulge beneath his jeans although unbuttoned.

“mm yeah?,” you both shuffle over to the wet patch of hay ony’ sat in, slightly less soaked albeit equally as muddy.

onyankopon gestures to eren with two fingers as he lifts himself up, brushing water from his face and allowing eren to take a seat against the wall. your eyes flicker between them, sitting with your butt resting on the heels of your feet feeling exposed. it doesn't help that eren reaches behind you to unhook your bra, your cheeks feel hot. nevertheless, you slip them off your arms.

onyankopon shucks down his jeans just below his ass,  “ [  ], come right here,” walking on your knees you shuffle forward to ony’ who puts a hand above the swell of your ass, pressing his bare chest to yours. ony's gaze is something serious, he bends his neck and clasps his lips to yours. it's slow, methodical and hot. onyankopon breathes deep and groans into your mouth. your body goes limp a little: drooping in his grasp and relaxing against his body as his tongue gently guided yours against his own. “mhm, okay . . . okay,” he presses a few kisses to your lips with a squeeze around your throat as he weans you off his mouth.

“turn ‘round,”

you whine, “w'nna look at'chu,” 

ony's unmoved, he swallows, “look at ‘ren, baby,” and he guides you as you turn in the slippery mud to arch your ass up to him, his palm glides down the small of your back deepening that arch while your head rests on your folded arms before you. the position makes it hard for you to focus properly on eren, you peep at him through your eyelashes.

your cunt is sticky, swollen lips bound together by the white film of your arousal after the orgasm eren gave you, and you feel ony's hands kneading your ass. he spreads them, watching your pussy lightly spread open with it. you hear his belt buckle jingle slightly as his hands continue to massage your back right along with the downpour. ony’ grips his cock in his hands, tugging the thick thing lightly a couple times. he catches eren staring as he pumps it harshly before pressing the fat tip against you. 

“fuuuck,” ony’ slaps his cockhead at your entrance letting it get coated by your arousal before slipping the first inch in slowly and already you're speechless. “holy– shit,” your cunt stretched to accommodate the girth and ony’ grips the curve of your back for leverage, letting out a guttural groan while slowly inching into you. 

he sits in it for a moment, allowing you just a moment to familiarize yourself with the fat pipe he just lay in you; then, he's pulling out slowly and pushing in again and you whine. “what the fuck,” you feel ony’ lean his weight over you, and you gasp as he starts smacking his hips to your ass.

paired with the wetness of the rain, his hips leave a stinging slap against you and you're faltering with your tits mushed against the mud. eren left your pussy sloppy, your cunt whipping up loads of cream slick around ony's cock and your mouth is just ajar. jaw tightening with shallow, whiny moans cascading past your lips, ‘ah's and ‘oh's are all the men hear. “mm, ony’,” you try to murmur, body giving way fully to the mud beneath and ony's grip on your tightens,”watchu’ want, hm',” he grumbles.

oh how he knows nothing of the way your clit throbs everytime his heavy balls slap against your cunt.

“wan'— wan’ it deeper, please,” and you gasp hard when ony’s hand comes up to your ass, digging his thumb into the curled rim of your butt before bringing a foot to the ground for leverage; his ankle beside your ear, you eagerly grab onto it. “got fuckin’ good manners, don't she?” he grunts out, and the other man nods. 

onyankopon gives you two warning strokes, pressing his cock to the hilt and curling his thumb inside your ass and you feel overwhelmed. then, you gasp in a loud sob  as ony’ starts drilling his cock deeper into you, his hips smack you hard and his weight presses you everytime he drives his cock in. “fuck, fuck–,” you're squealing, hands draw digs into the mud as you can't help but writhe against the mud. “feel good?” you all but whine in response, “feel fuckin' good?” “ye- yes!” you mewl out. ony’s muscles contract and you can see it in his leg, intent on keeping you from sliding away from him under the soaked muddy slop.

the noises are . . . obscene. pornographic bursts of air shooting out amidst the stirring up of your melting cunt and your cheeks burn with embarrassment along with fresh tears streaming but you're breathless. “so fuckin’ loud,” ony’ mumurs,  his lips curling into a smile when he hears the noises you make.

“m’– fuck, m’ sorry,” you weep and your walls squeeze ony’ tight. you feel a glob of slick collect at the tippy top of your cunt, the fat bulge of your clit and stickily drip down onto the ground with each rock of your bodies. “takin’ m'shit fuckin’ good, sugar,” onyankopon drawls low and you sob.

you hear him whistle above you and with  a quickness eren's pants come into view. he sits, legs spread with his groin in line with your face against the ground. he scoots forward enough so he can lift your head and replace the mud beneath your nose with the musk of his balls. “‘ren, ‘ren, ren,” you're chanting, itching for your orgasm approaching with each quick and sloppy drag of cock in you. “m” right here, girlie,” ony's pummeling you from behind and your drooly mouth now has eren's pretty tanned cock slapping against it. “holy– fuck, hng- shit,” you mutter out before you're latching your lips onto eren's tip, inviting him into your mouth. he controls it, gripping your braids and rocking your head onto his dick.

“c'mon, c'mon, takin’ that shit s'fuckin’ good,” eren praises when he starts to snap his hips into your mouth, matching ony's strokes. he strokes your soaked hair gently, juxtaposing the nasty aggression each rock of his hips brought. you gagged, muffled, globs of spit streaking down your chin as you relaxed your throat for eren's dick. in the same way, you're making a mess on ony's cock, coating his length in hot creamy release that trickled down your own cunt. “she's fuckin’ creamin' on it, E',” and you moan when eren laughs cruelly above you, “cream on y’fuckin’ cock, ma’,” he grunts.

each drag of cock against the ridges of your cunt, the slosh of your mouth had you moaning in a frenzy. “was’ ya’ problem, huh?” eren groans out, and onyankopon knows exactly what your problem is.

“mama's bout to fuckin’ nut, huh?” he can feel the extra squeeze around his cock and rolls his neck to let some rain coat his face and distract him from his own ache. they listen to how you squeal around eren's cock, hands grabbing at his jeans and ony’ pumps his thumb into your ass consistency. 

“mmm, fuck,” onyankopon hums, angling himself so the curve of his cock digs at you just right, and he smiles: satisfied when you start to squirm and fuss beneath him. eren pulls you off and you sob, coughing a little to clear your larynx. you whimper as eren all but ruts against your face. “keep her right fuckin’ there,” ony’ groans and you grasp onto eren's jeans, cunt twitching with each movement yet eren forces your shoulders back to keep your body where ony’ wants you: daggering his cock into you with a forcefull quickness that eren's rutting mimics. 

“ohmygod, oh!” you blubber out, chanting ‘shit, shit, shit's

“gon’ leave you fuckin’ gapin’, quit playin’,” and you weep.

your hips twitch and you feel the knot in your stomach stiffening, “wan’ you're cum, want y'all's c–cum, fuckkk,” wail into eren's skin and take his cock back into your mouth just as your cunt spurts and your ears feel clogged from the rush of blood to your abdomen. “take it, take it, take that cum, baby,” eren groans. you felt light-headed, stars twinkling at you around the edges of your vision as your eyes rolled and soon you were forced to blink away the brain fog to swallow the thick loads eren gushes into your mouth. 

he whines, unabashedly and onyankopon gives you a couple more strokes before his cock is digging into you to bury his surge of cum into you with a hiss.

eren falls back, letting you catch your breath and stroking rain away from your face. ony’ pulls out quick before you start to get sore, giving your cunt a few wet slaps before eren's pulling your limp aching body onto him to give you some relief. “gotchu’, gotchu’.” he consoles.

“c'mon, E,” ony’ rushes, “huh?”

“gotta’ get out the fuckin’ rain,” he puffs out a laugh before he's lifting you off eren. they both try not to slip in the mud, hurrying off into the ranch for long hot showers.

[vexcraft]

also on ao3 here!

special delivery

Pearl was fairly certain this was not in her job description. 

She supposed she had agreed to do special deliveries and while she would not necessarily count this as one because there was a permit for these kinds of jobs – though she figured that since there was no transaction involved she wasn’t breaking the law and then technically this was not necessarily a job for the man with the mob permit – this was still something she would have called Scar for. If he was available that was. Which brings her to the next problem.

Scar was currently very small, very grey, and a little feathery. And also in her mailbag.

Pearl did know a little about the vex thing. Not a whole lot, it didn’t really come up all that often, but at least she knew enough to realize that the little creature she had spotted inside one of the chests of the explosive firework shop was Scar. She had noticed the chest wasn’t properly closed when she had been restocking her flower truck and she would hate it if rainwater ruined the fireworks that from what she’d heard could cost Cub more to make than he was selling them for, so she had decided to help the man out and close the chest. Only to find a very small Scar in it.

She had no idea what to do with a vex though. Especially with a vex that seemed very much to be sleeping and showing zero signs of planning on waking up any time soon. So she had carefully picked Scar up where he had been curled up in the middle of the fireworks and gently placed him in her bag, glad that she had already delivered all the mail that had been there earlier.

She was also, for once, glad that her donkey was as slow as it was. It made the journey to the one person she figured could probably help her with this issue a little more steady. Steady was what she needed right now – she didn’t trust herself to fly or even run with a literal person in her bag.

The journey took a while, and every now and then she looked into her bag to make sure everything was alright. Each time Scar seemed just as asleep as the last time and she briefly wondered if he was maybe unconscious and not just sleeping – but he seemed to be tossing and turning a little so she wasn’t too worried. Surely Cub would know what was up.

Pearl couldn’t say she was surprised she saw sculk when Cub’s area came into view. The extent of it was mildly terrifying though, especially as he resided quite close to her, but she paid it no mind. She had more important things to worry about, like finding Cub (and maybe hoping that he was not covered in sculk). 

“Cub?” she called as she got off the donkey. She didn’t have a lead and there weren’t any fence posts nearby anyway – she would just have to hope the donkey wouldn’t wander off the pathway into the sculk. “You around here?”

She heard the sound of a firework going off and quickly a rather normal-looking (aside from all the dye stains) Cub landed before her. 

“Hey hey,” Cub greeted her. “What’s up? Good to see you, Pearl.”

“I have a special delivery for you,” Pearl explained, putting on her slightly more professional mail lady voice. 

“Hmm?” Cub hummed, obviously curious. “Intriguing. I don’t remember buying anything or signing up for anything.” 

“Yeah, about that…” Pearl opened her bag and held it out enough for Cub to be able to look inside. He took a few steps forward to peek into the bag and then let out a little amused sound.

“I see, I see,” Cub nodded, reaching into the bag. Pearl winced a little as Cub picked up the sleeping vex by the scruff of his neck like one might hold a small kitten – she was certain Cub knew how to handle a vex miles better than she did but after spending the better part of the last hour being as careful as she could it did catch her off guard a little. Scar didn't seem to mind, still deep asleep. “Where did you find him?”

“He was sleeping amongst the fireworks in a chest at your shop,” Pearl said as she watched Cub cradle the vex in his arms – or rather his arm, he didn’t really need both of his arms to hold something so small. “I figured that might not have been the best place for him.”

“Makes sense, makes sense,” Cub nodded and Pearl had no idea what exactly about this was making sense to Cub, but she was glad something was. “Thank you for bringing him here, I’ll take care of him.”

Cub looked like he was about to turn around and leave to do whatever one did to care for a vex and Pearl couldn’t stop her curiosity. 

“Cub? Can I ask a question before you go?” 

The man paused. “Sure, of course,” he replied. He didn’t seem to be in a hurry which did ease Pearl’s nerves a little. “Shoot.”

"Why?” she asked and it came out a little less polite than she was hoping for. “I mean, is he like, alright? I’ve never seen that happen before. Had me a little worried there.”

Cub seemed to either not notice her tone or simply not care. “Just means he’s really tired. Like really really tired. Nothing too serious, I’ll talk to him about it.” Scar turned a little in Cub’s hold almost like he knew he was being talked about. “It happens sometimes, every now and then.”

“He’ll just be back to normal once he’s rested?” All of this was raising more questions than answering them, but she didn’t want to pry. 

“Yep,” Cub confirmed. “He seems to like sleeping in chests, not the first time he’s been found in one. I’ve never tried to put him in a shulker box, do you think I could mail him?”

Pearl just stared at him. “Please do not try to mail Scar.”

[phantom-playdough]

Hey I want to ask you if you could a mk x reader but reader is a bunny demon please and thank you. PS:( go ham on it )

You got it! I wasn’t sure what pronouns you wanted so I made it gender-neutral! There was also another request someone wanted with MK x nice demon reader. So we doing both my babies!!!!!!

Also side note: this is probably around season 1 or 2.

MK and Wukong were training currently, the mountains were shaking as blows were exchanged. MK was thoroughly enjoying it, but was relieved when it was time to take a break.

As the two sat at the base of one of the giant peach trees, MK was startled to hear a voice nearby. "Hey! Wukong! I got that artifact for you."

Wukong shot up and rushed over to what MK saw was a brown and white spotted bunny demon. As the Monkey King and bunny demon chatted about the artifact and catching up with one another, MK sat there, trying to figure out why this demon looked so familiar. He could've sworn that Tang told them about a demon who looked similar.

"So, this is the Monkie Kid? Your successor, Wukong?" The bunny asked, walking over to MK with a curious look in their eyes.

"Yup! The one and only!" Wukong said, puffing his chest with pride.

"Well, I am Y/n. Nice to meet you MK." They said, holding out a hand to MK. MK placed their hand in Y/n's and noted how soft their hand felt. He wasn't sure if that was because they were a bunny or if they were just that perfect. Maybe both!

"Nice to meet ya! How do you two know each other?" MK asked, pointing between the pair.

Y/n looked over at Wukong with a half-convincing glare. "Yeah, Wukong. How do we know each other?"

"Oh, psh! Come on, Y/n! It wasn't as bad as you think!"

"You broke into my garden and ate all of the fruit I was growing. It was pretty bad." Y/n reminded him, pinching the bridge of their nose.

"I wouldn't say all of them."

"All of them, Wukong."

Meanwhile, as the pair were bickering, MK was still trying to decipher why this demon looked so familiar to them.

But then it clicked.

MK gasped loudly and leaned in close to Y/n as he cheered out, "You're the Future-Seeking Bunny Demon, Y/n, L/n!!!!"

They were blown away. The Future-Seeking Bunny Demon, Y/n L/n was famed in all of the stories Tang had told MK because they were known to be able to see the future. There were rumors about how much of the future Y/n could see and the level of power they had. But MK was so excited they actually met yet another famous demon!

Y/n laughed, booping MK’s nose. "Yup. That's me."

===

From then on, Y/n made it a habit to drop by Flower Fruit Mountain to visit MK. They made it a big point especially to come by when MK and Wukong were training, much to Wukong’s chagrin. Wukong and Y/n were not at all on bad terms per say. How-in-is-the-ever, that didn’t make it any less annoying when Y/n would distract MK during training by making silly faces and shouting dumb jokes to make MK laugh, throwing them off his game.

But no matter how many times Wukong attempted to shoo Y/n out of training sessions, his efforts proved to be futile. Not that Y/n or MK were complaining. It was funny to the pair when Wukong tried to kick Y/n out of the area. Instead, they would leave the vicinity and go to another part of the mountain. Y/n would then wait for MK to finish training and he would come find Y/n.

This routine kept up for a good while. It was honestly kind of a tradition by the dozenth time or so. The more MK spent time around Y/n, however, the more they grew to notice the little details about Y/n.

Like the way their small, fluffy tail would wag and their eyes would sparkle when they saw MK. Or the way their ears looked so gosh darn soft. The way their fur looked so smooth and clean.

Y/n was so kind and generous to MK. Sometimes when the two of them were hanging out, Y/n would tell MK that Pigsy was going to get a huge wave of customers soon and that they would be needed to make deliveries. Or if a demon was going to try and attack the city and when and where it would happen. Other times, Y/n would bring snacks for MK to have after training. One time, Y/n even made a small card for MK one day when he was feeling a bit down. When asked how they knew that he was feeling low, Y/n just said, “I saw a premonition when I was sleeping.”

In the beginning, MK tried to take it slow with the questions about Y/n’s powers and themself in general. The last thing MK wanted was to scare Y/n off with pestering, but Y/n always tried to assure MK that they wouldn’t mind at all.

Currently, the pair were sitting on a picnic blanket, eating some assorted fruits and (favorite flavor of bread) that Y/n baked. And, after a lot of time gathering the courage, MK finally asked, “Sooo, how do your powers work?”

Without missing a beat and without any hint of annoyance, Y/n answered with a smile. “I normally get flashes or visions of the future. I can’t normally see into the future willy-nilly without a lot of concentration and power-draining. But I’ve been working on paying attention when I do get visions in the past few decades. I get a fuller picture when I am sleeping, though.”

“Really??”

“Yeah, no idea why though.”

MK hesitated with their next question, but asked it anyway with as little stuttering as humanly possible. “S-So do you get a lot of visions?”

“Not super often, no. Why?” Y/n asked, one of their ears bending down as their head tilted to the side. MK had to fight so hard not to scream at how PERFECT Y/n looked like that.

“Wellllll, I mean, you get a lot of visions when we hang out.”

“Hm? Oh, that’s just because I make myself see into the future for you.”

“What? But you literally just said that that takes a lot of concentration and that it drains your power!”

“Yeah, and?”

MK spat out a few sounds that weren’t even syllables, let alone words or sentences. But after a quick brain-reboot, they got something out.

“Why the HECKIE would you waste that for me?! I mean, you said it takes a lot of concentration and stuff and you could use that for something else, like if Monkey King was going to eat from your garden! Or something! ANYTHING! But you do all that for ME!?” MK had officially started rambling and babbling, but not in an excited way like he normally did when they talked to Y/n. It was in an anxious way. Maybe even upset…???

Y/n rolled their eyes and grabbed a orange slice, shoving it into MK’s mouth. As he choked the slice down, Y/n put a soft paw on MK’s shoulder, looking into his eyes with genuine care and… almost love? “MK, time nor energy spent on you is a waste. I don’t mind using some concentration and effort to make your life a little easier. Ok, MK?”

MK nodded. Despite his insecurities, it would be a lie if they were to say he wasn’t touched at all by the soft words.

Soft words.

Soft. Words.

Soft. Paws…

Y/n HAD to have read MK’s mind in that singular moment. Because they moved their paw from MK’s shoulder down to their hand. MK was positive that with those giant ears, that Y/n heard how hard and fast his heart was beating, but luckily Y/n made no comment on that matter.

MK refused to make eye contact in that moment, as they knew that if they did, he would 100% without a doubt kiss Y/n. Over the time that the pair have spent getting to know each other, MK could barely keep themself from staring at Y/n’s lips for too long. And now that they said all those kind things to him, MK knew that the chances of resisting the urge to kiss them would be slim to negative numbers.

But Y/n seemed oblivious to this crisis going on in their best friends mind and pulled MK’s face up to look at them. “Are you alright, MK?”

In that moment, the self-control snapped and MK couldn’t keep the emotions at bay anymore. They shot forward and hugged Y/n as though they were a life-line. He whispered out a few words that would completely change the relationship between the pair.

“I love you. You’re so perfect.”

“…I love you too, you little noodle-dork.” Y/n said with a laugh and big dopey grin.

MK felt a grin of his own grow bigger and bigger by the second. When they pulled away from the hug, Y/n leaned forward and kissed him. MK was blown away by how incredibly soft Y/n’s lips were. The first moment, the kiss was gentle, almost timid of sorts. But MK gave the wheel over to their instincts, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. Y/n responded by tangling their hands in MK’s hair, pulling a little bit.

“…Uh, do you guys HAVE to do this on MY mountain?” A certain King’s voice spoke, breaking up the silence and the moment.

“SUN WUKONG!” Y/n shrieked. Wukong giggled, running away as the bunny demon chased after him.

MK just let loose an airy laugh before running after Y/n to stop them from murdering his mentor.

[skynapple]

Budding Romance | Ch. 4

Love and Deepspace | Jeremiah x MC / slow-burn / friends-to-lovers

warnings: none

Multi-chapter | A03 link

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Back in the present, new friends begin to reconnect. Pizza will be had.

[Present]

“She…died.” He had said. The air hung around them, dust sparkling in the glow of the grow lights around the store.

Her stunned expression turned somber, crystalline eyes brimming with compassion. ”Oh my God, I'm so sorry. What..." Her sentence trailed off as she hesitated to ask.

It’s not that he’d wanted to bring up the subject so quickly, but he couldn’t help it. After years of being one of her closest friends, all he wanted to do was catch up, brimming with desire to share his happenstances. He was trying his best to keep it contained, remembering the fact that he had no right to expect immediate closeness with someone who was nearly a stranger.

"I was young. Brash. In love. Proposed after like, 6 months. I guess she was into that.” He shook his head, reminiscing. “She passed away before we got married. Car accident."

More like the Deepspace Portal event 30 years ago.

"But it was... humbling, and beautiful, being with her. She loved this little shop.” I wish you could have met her. She would have loved you. You would have gotten along so well.

"Philo...It means love. Because you loved her."

He nodded. The dirt he’d accidentally smeared on his brow began to irritate the skin, and he instinctually rubbed it again, making it worse. “Don’t worry about me. I’m ok. It was years ago now.” After so much time had passed, it was the truth.

Meanwhile she stood across him, only a little comforted, a light ache in her heart at the topic and slight embarrassment after being the one who initiated the conversational direction.

Seeing her expression and immediately wanting to comfort her, he smiled, "Trust me, she's looking after this place. I've had nothing but good luck here." His grin widened. "Even you walked in."

---

A season later, it was a warm spring day, with flower blossoms floating through the light breeze, adding a romantic touch to the environment, but the shop was closed, and Jeremiah had no idea what the weather looked like. There he sat in the secret back room of his shop, plugging away at research and data. Several chat windows were open - an entire network of Lightseekers utilizing adapted technology with the remains of what was with them from so long ago, still quite advanced compared to what earth contained me.

He’d instant messaged Xavier a few coordinates and some wanderer identification, paused to stare thoughtfully at his phone and added,

[Take care of her if she's with u.]

Seconds later, [Not coming.] was all he received in response.

Course not. Let me guess, ditched her. Again. He only thought it to himself, stretching his right shoulder. The hours had passed quickly, and he’d completely lost track of it all. When he finally stood, his knees cracked from lack of movement. Grogginess threatened to plague his mind. There was still so much to do.

A growl escaped his stomach. He grumbled. Not enough groceries for anything quick. Instant noodles for the 3rd day in a row? No. Delivery was too expensive when he was quite literally in a walkable downtown area. He grumbled once more, sleepily grabbed his keys, and headed out the door.

He ended up at a nearby pizza place and despite the noisy interior, found himself beginning to nod off as soon as he sat down at a booth in a far corner to await his order.

Unbeknownst to him, several minutes past. A warm hand on his shoulder stirred him, although it took him moment to get his bearings. He straightened, rubbing his eyes, straining to identify who the hand was connected to through his bleary state.

"Wow, birds of a feather." A familiar voice said.

What is she doing here?

"Hmm?"

"I wasn't sure if it was you, but then they must have called your name a dozen times. I grabbed your order for you."

She indicated to what she placed across him.

"Oh, sorry. Thanks."

"You ok?"

He rolled his neck, not entirely remembering the sequence that put him in the shop, and still processing her presence. Sleeping in public too? Now that was something he hoped Xavier never discovered. "Just pulled an all-nighter. I'm good."

"That's what Xavier said. Hah. You two really are similar.”

Ah, so they’re talking at least. That’s good.

Jeremiah picked up his slice, not minding that she was still sat next to him. "Did he also tell you he's headed to the no-hunt zone without you?” He prodded, half-curious, half-hoping that this would fall back on Xavier somehow.

“What?"

Her flabbergasted expression rang genuine to him, making him chuckle. Got ‘em.

"You did not hear that from me."

She spent a minute texting Xavier, muttering to herself under her breath. Immediately after, his own phone lit up. He decided to not look at it.

"You gonna join him?" He said between chews. The restaurant seemed to pick up in business now, and he glanced non-chalant at the growing line. Distracted, he observed it.

She scowled, leaning her head on her hands, almost pouting. "I wasn't assigned like he was..." A sigh. "And today's my day off."

“The guy can handle himself, don't worry." A bubble of irritation rose through him, and he felt the fought the urge to roll his eyes. It was a habitual response, born from years and years of needing to reassure her. Of course she was like this cause he left her. She didn't have to try to sound so tough about it. "He'll return to you before you know it."

Except, this time, she only shrugged. "Yeah ok. You know he just does what he wants. Shows up when he wants. And hey, pizza or wanderers... tough choice but I think I made the right one." She nudged him with a free arm.

He felt himself smile tiredly. Despite still getting accustomed to the differences in her personality, he appreciated that it felt like he could be friends with her in this life too. He was beginning to look forward to the ways she surprised him. Just what was in that brain of hers?

"What are you doing after this?" She asked casually enough.

"Going to bed."

"Makes sense.” She stood finally, brushing a few long dark strands behind her ear and smiled warmly. "Well, I'll let you go. I'm meeting up with an old friend today. Don't wanna be late."

“Have fun. See ya.”

It not that he wasn’t thrilled to see her, it wasn’t even the tiredness in his brain, but the fact now that she was a little more playful, a little more curious, a lot more casual, he was struggling to wrap his head around it. There were moments when it felt very surreal being around her. The fluctuations in her tone, the way she pointed things out, obviously her appearance and the way her eyes were so expressive all stuck out to him.

It’s her, but it's… not. But it unmistakably is.

And yet it was a very comforting thing, being reunited after all this time. When he was around her, he felt a little more like his old self, an old self he’d nearly forgotten. He smiled to himself and finished his now cold pizza, a little amused at himself that she’d been the one to find him in this state. Memories of late nights in encampments, watching over each other through the long nights, chiding each other over small things, the bickering, the banter.

Fine, I missed you.

[princess-of-the-corner]

Okay so, in the first game, you play as Captain Olimar, a blue collar family man the size of a dime who works for Hocotate Freight, a shipping company that makes interplanetary deliveries.

While on his vacation, he turns on the autopilot and takes a nap whilst drifting through a particularly safe sector of space, only for a meteoroid to collide with his ship and send him tumbling to a nearby planet.

30 pieces break off his ship and are scattered across the surface with the engine (mercifully) landing close enough to his ship to be the first part recovered.

However, the planet's atmosphere is filled with an extremely dangerous gas: oxygen, and Olimar's life support system, while undamaged, will fail after 30 days.

Thus, its a race against the clock to gather as many ship parts as possible.

Thankfully, this is a real time strategy game, and Olimar is aided by little Planimals named "Pikmin" (roll credits). There are three colors, and he can unlock them by finding their "Onions" (spaceship like Planimals that serve as living nests for the Pikmin).

Red Pikmin are fireproof and can deal extra damage with their pointy noses.

Yellow Pikmin can be thrown higher than the others thanks to their massive ears, and can carry Bomb Rocks.

Blue Pikmin have gills that look like mouths on their faces, can breath in water, and can throw other Pikmin out of the water.

Pikmin can carry dead enemies and color-coded pellets to their Onions in order to produce more seeds for Olimar to pluck.

They can drink nectar to mature from leaf, to bud, to flower (getting stronger and faster with each stage).

Olimar can also throw them into "Candypop Buds" to change their colors.

At the end of the day, Olimar and the Onions will leave the planet's surface to escape from Nocturnal Predators, so after Day 1, you're gonna wanna keep an eye on the "Sun Meter" on top of the screen.

Any Pikmin not that aren't planted in the ground, in Olimar's squad, or idle at the base at the end of the day will be left behind and killed by nocturnal wildlife.

If Olimar doesn't have all 30 ship parts at the end of Day 30, he'll try and leave anyway.

If he doesn't have the 25 required parts, his ship will fail and he'll fall back to the surface and suffocate, the Pikmin using the Onion to turn him into one of them in an attempt to save his life.

If he DOES have the required 25 parts, then he'll successfully escape, leaving the Pikmin behind.

If, however, you collect 29 ship parts before Day 30, and recover the final part from the final boss, Olimar will bid the Pikmin farewell before leaving, and the Pikmin will gang up on and kill one of the nocturnal predators they used to fear. An entire fleet of Onions flies up to bid Olimar farewell as he heads home.

This is also the canon ending.

Also, the number of ship parts you recover determines when you unlock new areas: You start at the Impact Site (where Olimar discovers the Red Onion), unlock the Forest of Hope (where the Yellow Onion is found) with 1 ship part, the Forest Naval (holding the Blue Onion) with 5, the Distant Spring with 12, and the Final Trial with 29.

Discovering all 3 Onions unlocks challenge mode, where Captain Olimar has one day to sprout as many Pikmin as possible.

But yeah, you can probably see why it's so popular.

Sounds fun!

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Is Your Flower Delivery Administration Delivering For You?

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A considerable lot of these reasons will apply to something other than the Valentines day season however since we will be focused on flowers as it is the main given valentines day gift we should discuss what you might focus on while attempting to track down the ideal commendation to your cherished one.

The web-based world is great basically it has been for me, I can find who understands what in a matter of seconds. I find audits for items I'm considering purchasing I've found lifelong companions, and I even finished Christmas without going out, take that the biggest shopping day of the year! So who could you at any point trust with regards to your deliveries around occasions and how does your neighborhood shop rival the rising monsters proflowers.com and Teleflora.com? We should analyze the upsides and downsides of online to nearby. As I'm supportive of online I really want to put a little disclaimer for your neighborhood shops. They are not all made equivalent it is a withering workmanship to maintain these private ventures and on the off chance that you found a decent one by all means clutch it! Tell your companions keep them in business.

Online to Neighborhood

Flower Delivery has been a thistle in many people groups side on occasion with the nearby people albeit the web-based world is flawed it's been more reliable for those whom I manage. There has been many misunderstandings or blown delivery times and secret expenses that we some how won't ever discuss. With the internet based market it's by and large present at the last look at stand, they let you know what they will deliver when to expect it and show you photos of the blockbusters. I appreciate having the option to sit at my work area and see the plans of these flowers and just pick what I like. The cost is on the image they guide me through what else to consider and they fabricate many packs with the cost right direct as of now for me. I can't deal with each choice with building a bouquet that is the reason I'm in a flower shop I need assistance! Likewise I find coupons online with the virtual world flower shops. Who would rather not save cash?

There are the people who appreciate going into the flower shops and getting the smell of the relative multitude of many flowers handling your faculties. It tends to be truly pleasant and it's ideal to smell a portion of the various flowers you may not be know all about. This is a plus to being there that the web-based flower shops can't rival. On the off chance that you partake in the opportunity to feel the flowers and get them individually to sniff like a fine wine you would do well to stay with your neighborhood flower delivery shops, they have you cornered on that inclination.

It is likewise decent sometimes to have a discussion eye to eye with a certified master nearby. You can't underestimate the work force contact and a portion of the little clues and deceives that a portion of the little proprietors have consolidated throughout the long term. Notwithstanding this many individuals partake in the reality you can stroll in and leave with your flowers, why screw with delivery when you can just DIY?

[sagadivision]

A knock is heard on the door of the Minami residence. Pausing from her computer area Mizuki stood and walked over to the door. Opening the door reveals a certain serial killer from Katsushika. Normally the sight of the young man would fill many with fear but not Mizuki excited to see one of her friends.

"Mizu-chan~! Happy Birthday,~!" Touya loudly cheers, lifting his arms and showing Mizuki the multiple gifts he had brought her. Walking inside Touya gently placed the gifts on a nearby table. Turing around Touya walked over to Mizuki and gave her a giant hug.

“We heard it was your birthday Mizu-chan~! So we got you a few things~! Hisa-chan and Rin-chan said sorry they couldn't come down but seeing all three of us in one place would be too much for some people~.” Touya giggled continuing to hug the streamer. Letting go Touya walked back to the counter and picked up the first gift passing it to Mizuki.  “This one is from Hisa-chan.”  

Opening the gift reveals a tin filled with homemade cookies. Mizuki’s mouth couldn't help but water at the sight of them. 

“Hisa-chan made you cookies. Take it from me he makes the best cookies. Oh, he also mentioned to get ready for your next sparring session.” The blue-haired male explained before picking up the next gift. 

“This one is from Rin-chan~.” Giving the gift to Mizuki so she can open it. 

Opening the gift reveals a headset with red devil horns coming from the side. Mizuki’s eyes lit up at the sight of the useful gift from the bomber. 

“Rin-chan got you a new headset for streaming. He also said he’s not gonna fucking let you do his hair no matter how much you ask. Don’t worry though we can tag-team him next time you visit and bully him into letting us do it. Trust me he’ll crack.” Touya mentioned as he picked up the final gift 

“This one is mine~! I hope you like it~!” Touya grinned passing the final gift to Mizuki’s excited hands.  

Opening the gift reveals a knife with flowers engraved alongside the handle and blade. Picking up the knife Mizuki couldn’t help but excitedly start to cut the air around her. Giggling at the sight of his friend having fun Touya reached out grabbed her wrist and prevented her from continuing her little show.

“Mizu-chan~! Be careful you could get hurt.” Touya cautioned. “Now I have a few houses before I have to go back to Katsushika. How about I show you a few tricks to use on people who bother you during those deliveries of yours~!” Touya crooned reaching underneath his skirt to pull out his knife. “So what you say?”

A devilish smile appeared on the young woman’s face. These gifts were nothing short of wonderful!

Her neighbors would probably die inside if they knew that she was friends with people who were so…dangerous. Sure- she knew that her own pseudo family was bad enough but…their body count was nothing compared to Katsushika divisions combined massacre.

Who could have guessed that her of all people would would be friends with a hit man, a bomber, and a literal serial killer.

Oh how exciting life was!

She smiled at the mention of sparing with Akihisa- she had been practicing in between matches to avoid getting rusty.

“Maybe we can even get Megumi to help gang up on him~ I’m sure it would be lots of fun!” She suggested with a giggle.

The knife- it was probably the most beautiful thing she had ever seen! Touyas suggestion made her ever eager to get some practice in.

A familiar voice echoed down the hall.

“Mizuki~ Oh hello there Touya-kun!” Ayumi smiled at the pair.

“We’re heading out for a bit!”

Ayumi simply smiled and nodded as the two ran out the door. Watching them through the window she couldn’t help but sigh.

“They grow up too fast”

[jjstone]

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Choose just those internet based flower delivery benefits that can oblige for your exceptional necessities. They must think about the accompanying variables: beneficiary, event, and the exceptional decorative design that would suit the event. Cautious detail and exertion must be stretched out by the specialist organization to guarantee that the customer's requirements are recognized and met for higher pace of customer fulfillment. All things considered, it is the most essential figure deciding the life span of a specific business adventure.

It has been a custom all through the world to celebrate various events with organizing flowers or giving flowers as gift. Flowers convey the sincerest message of individual consideration and appreciation. Subsequently, there ought to be an adequate number of decisions accessible to suit the singular inclination and taste of the customers.

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To guarantee the nature of the sprouts, you must continuously go for the very much rumored flower delivery administrations on the lookout. There are in every case some whom you can trust or the people who have been in the business for some time to figure out what the very customers need and have the option to deliver those. In a perfect world, they must likewise have a record of brilliant help. So you can do a little research on the administrations you are thinking about and look at customer testimonials to realize what others need to say.

[postoak-florist]

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Why Are Carnegie Flowers So Popular?

When it comes to finding beautiful, fresh flowers in Glen Waverley, you have plenty of options to choose from. Whether you are looking for a bouquet for a special occasion, want to brighten someone’s day, or need floral arrangements for an event, Glen Waverley offers an array of florists who provide exceptional services. In this article, we will explore the best places to find Glen Waverley flowers and how you can also find Ashburton flowers if you are in the nearby areas.

1. Local Florists in Glen Waverley

Glen Waverley is home to several local florists who are known for their creativity, attention to detail, and quality blooms. These florists specialize in providing fresh, seasonal flowers and tailor-made bouquets. Visiting a local florist is often the best option if you want something personalized, as they can help craft an arrangement based on your preferences and the occasion.

The Benefits of Buying from Local Florists One of the biggest advantages of purchasing from a local florist is that you can see the flowers in person. This allows you to choose the freshest blooms and discuss your requirements directly with the florist. Most local florists in Glen Waverley pride themselves on their customer service, so you’ll likely receive helpful advice and suggestions to suit your needs.

Local florists also tend to source their flowers from local growers, ensuring that you get flowers that are not only fresh but also support sustainable farming practices. By choosing Glen Waverley flowers from a nearby shop, you are also supporting the local economy.

2. Online Florists in Glen Waverley

If convenience is key for you, ordering Glen Waverley flowers online is another excellent option. Many florists in the area have websites that allow you to browse through various flower arrangements and place orders from the comfort of your home. This is particularly useful if you are short on time or want to send flowers to someone as a surprise.

Why Choose Online Flower Delivery Services? Online flower delivery services in Glen Waverley often offer same-day delivery, which means you can send a bouquet to someone even at the last minute. These services typically have a wide range of options, including seasonal bouquets, custom arrangements, and even plants.

Many online florists also provide detailed descriptions of the types of flowers available, including their meaning and symbolism. This can be helpful when you want to convey a particular message through your flowers, whether it’s love, appreciation, or sympathy.

3. Flower Markets in and Around Glen Waverley

For those who prefer to handpick their own flowers or are looking for bulk purchases, visiting a flower market is a fantastic idea. While Glen Waverley doesn’t have a major flower market of its own, there are several nearby markets that offer a wide variety of blooms.

Why Visit a Flower Market? Flower markets are an ideal place to find fresh flowers at competitive prices. They typically offer a broader range of flowers than individual florists, which means you can find both common and rare varieties. If you’re planning an event such as a wedding or corporate function and need a large quantity of flowers, markets are often more economical.

These markets are also perfect for those who enjoy creating their own floral arrangements. You can choose from different blooms and mix and match to create a bouquet that reflects your personal style.

4. Shopping Centers with Florists in Glen Waverley

Glen Waverley has several shopping centers that house florists, making it easy to pick up a beautiful bouquet while doing your regular shopping. Places like The Glen Shopping Centre feature well-known florists that offer both ready-made and custom flower arrangements.

Convenience of Shopping Center Florists Florists in shopping centers are incredibly convenient for busy individuals who may not have the time to visit a standalone flower shop. You can pick up Glen Waverley flowers while running other errands, and the wide variety of stores ensures you have plenty of choices.

Shopping centers also often feature chain florists, which may offer discounts or loyalty programs, making it a more budget-friendly option. You can still find fresh, high-quality flowers, but with the added convenience of other amenities.

5. Florists in Neighboring Suburbs: Ashburton Flowers

If you’re in Glen Waverley but can’t find what you’re looking for, consider expanding your search to nearby suburbs like Ashburton. Many florists in Ashburton offer similar high-quality flower arrangements and delivery services, making it an excellent alternative for Glen Waverley residents.

The Appeal of Ashburton Flowers Ashburton florists are known for their boutique-style arrangements, often focusing on seasonal and locally sourced flowers. These florists typically have a unique flair and provide beautifully curated floral designs that cater to all occasions, from weddings and birthdays to corporate events and sympathy arrangements.

The proximity of Ashburton to Glen Waverley means you can easily access these services, either by visiting in person or opting for delivery. If you’re looking for something different or a florist with a specific style, Ashburton flowers can offer a refreshing alternative.

6. Flower Delivery Services to Glen Waverley

If you’re sending flowers to someone in Glen Waverley but live outside the area, you’ll be glad to know that many florists provide delivery services to the suburb. This is especially handy for those who want to send flowers from a distance but still ensure timely and high-quality delivery.

Why Opt for Delivery Services? Flower delivery services allow you to send beautiful arrangements without having to visit the florist in person. Most services offer tracking options, ensuring that you can monitor when your flowers will be delivered. Some florists even offer same-day or next-day delivery, making it easier to surprise someone or ensure that flowers arrive on special occasions.

For those looking for Ashburton flowers but wanting them delivered to Glen Waverley, many Ashburton florists also service the surrounding suburbs. This gives you access to a wider range of florists and flower options without having to leave your home.

7. Corporate and Event Floral Services

If you’re planning a large event in Glen Waverley, such as a wedding, corporate function, or gala, it’s essential to find a florist who specializes in event floral services. Many florists in the area offer specialized services that cater to events of all sizes, ensuring that your floral arrangements are coordinated with the theme and style of your event.

Event Florists in Glen Waverley Event florists typically offer consultation services where they can help you plan your floral arrangements based on your budget, venue, and event style. Whether you’re looking for simple, elegant bouquets or extravagant floral displays, Glen Waverley florists have the expertise to bring your vision to life.

Some florists also offer ongoing corporate floral services, providing regular flower arrangements for offices, receptions, or events. This can add a touch of elegance and freshness to any workspace, making it more inviting for employees and clients.

8. Florists for Special Occasions in Glen Waverley

Special occasions call for extra special flowers. Whether it’s a birthday, anniversary, Valentine’s Day, or a graduation, Glen Waverley florists offer a wide selection of bouquets and arrangements tailored for specific events.

Tailored Bouquets for Celebrations Most florists in the area offer pre-designed bouquets for various occasions, but you can also request custom arrangements. For instance, if you’re celebrating a milestone birthday, a florist can create a bouquet that includes the recipient’s favorite flowers or colors. Customization options ensure that the flowers are unique and meaningful.

Glen Waverley florists also excel in creating arrangements for romantic occasions such as Valentine’s Day. Whether it’s a dozen roses or a more exotic floral combination, you can find the perfect arrangement to express your feelings.

Conclusion

Finding Glen Waverley flowers is easy, thanks to the wide variety of local florists, online services, and nearby flower markets. Whether you’re looking for a bouquet for a special occasion, planning an event, or simply want to brighten someone’s day, Glen Waverley offers plenty of options. Additionally, expanding your search to Ashburton flowers can provide even more choices, with boutique florists offering unique and creative arrangements. Whether you prefer shopping in person, online, or want to use delivery services, there’s a florist in the Glen Waverley and Ashburton areas that can cater to your needs.

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Cannabuds | Your Premium Scarborough Cannabis Dispensary

Welcome to Cannabuds: Your Reliable Cannabis Destination in Scarborough and Markham, Ontario

Cannabuds isn’t just a cannabis store—it’s a licensed, government-registered dispensary dedicated to providing high-quality cannabis products and exceptional customer service to the communities of Scarborough, Markham, and surrounding areas. Whether you’re looking for premium marijuana, edibles, concentrates, or other cannabis essentials, Cannabuds is here to serve you with care, quality, and affordability.

Convenient Locations and Service Areas

Situated at 2776 Kennedy Rd in Scarborough, Cannabuds has earned its place as a trusted part of the local cannabis community. We proudly serve Scarborough, Markham, and nearby neighborhoods, making it easy for residents to access top-notch cannabis products. Can’t make it to the store? No problem—our seamless online shopping experience and reliable delivery service make purchasing cannabis products simple and convenient.

Our Services

In-Store Shopping: Visit our Scarborough store to explore our wide selection of cannabis products with guidance from our knowledgeable staff.

Online Shopping with Delivery: Browse our product range online and enjoy the convenience of delivery right to your door. We offer same-day delivery for orders placed at least an hour before closing and free delivery on orders over $69.

A Wide Range of Cannabis Products

At Cannabuds, we proudly offer a diverse selection of products to satisfy any preference. From experienced cannabis enthusiasts to those new to the experience, we have something for everyone.

Dried Flowers: Choose from an array of strains, including Indica, Sativa, and Hybrid, each offering unique effects such as relaxation, focus, or uplifting energy.

Pre-Rolls: For those who appreciate simplicity, our expertly rolled joints come in a variety of strains.

Edibles: Try our tasty, THC-infused gummies, chocolates, and other edibles for a discreet and flavorful cannabis experience.

Concentrates: For more seasoned users, we offer potent concentrates, including shatter, wax, and oils, delivering high THC content and distinct effects.

Vapes and Accessories: Explore our selection of vape pens, cartridges, and essential accessories for a modern cannabis experience.

CBD Products: Enjoy the therapeutic benefits of our CBD oils, capsules, and topicals, all without psychoactive effects.

Cannabis Delivery in Scarborough and Markham

Cannabuds is a leader in cannabis delivery services within Scarborough, with a focus on speed, discretion, and reliability. Enjoy easy access to your favorite products from the comfort of home.

Same-Day Delivery: Order online and receive your products the same day if you order an hour before closing.

Free Delivery for Orders Over $69: Take advantage of complimentary delivery on qualifying orders.

Discreet Packaging: Your privacy is our priority. All deliveries are securely packaged for discretion.

Real-Time Updates: Get real-time updates on your order status and estimated delivery time.

Types of Cannabis and Their Effects

Cannabis comes in various forms, each suited to different preferences and effects. At Cannabuds, we’re passionate about helping customers understand and select the right strain for their needs.

Indica: Known for relaxation, Indica strains are great for unwinding or promoting restful sleep. Popular strains include Pink Bubba and BC Green Crack.

Sativa: For a boost of energy and creativity, try Sativa strains like Jet Fuel Gelato, which can enhance focus and positivity.

Hybrid: Blending the best of both, hybrids like Mac2 offer a balanced experience that works well for a variety of situations.

CBD-Only Options: Looking for therapeutic effects without the high? Our range of CBD products may be perfect for you.

Why Choose Cannabuds?

Cannabuds is a trusted source for cannabis in Scarborough and Markham for good reasons:

Licensed and Compliant: We are fully compliant with all provincial and federal cannabis regulations, ensuring a safe and legal shopping experience.

Quality-Guaranteed Products: Each product in our store is sourced from reputable suppliers and third-party tested for quality and safety.

Affordable Prices: Enjoy competitive pricing with frequent discounts and promotions for added value.

Outstanding Customer Service: Our friendly, knowledgeable team is always ready to guide you to the best products for your needs.

Loyalty Program: Collect stamps during in-store visits and get 15% off your 10th purchase—a great way to reward our loyal customers.

How to Shop at Cannabuds

Shopping with Cannabuds is easy, whether in-store or online.

In-Store:

Visit our Scarborough location and explore our extensive product selection.

Our team is available to help you make informed choices based on your needs.

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Browse our user-friendly website to explore our full range of products.

Add items to your cart, complete your checkout, and select either delivery or in-store pickup.

Secure payments can be made via Visa or MasterCard.

Promoting Responsible Cannabis Use

Cannabuds is committed to promoting the safe and responsible use of cannabis. We strictly comply with Ontario’s age-verification requirements, ensuring all customers are at least 19 years old, and offer resources to help with responsible dosing, storage, and consumption practices.

Proud to Serve the Local Community

As a locally owned business, Cannabuds is honored to serve Scarborough and Markham. We aim to be a dependable source of quality cannabis while fostering a strong relationship with our community based on trust and transparency.

Get Started with Cannabuds Today

Whether you’re a cannabis connoisseur or just starting out, Cannabuds has everything you need. Visit us in Scarborough, shop online, or contact us for personalized assistance. Let Cannabuds enhance your cannabis experience with premium products, outstanding service, and unmatched convenience.

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What products do you offer? We offer dried flowers, pre-rolls, edibles, concentrates, vapes, CBD products, and accessories.

Where do you deliver? We deliver to Scarborough, Markham, and nearby areas.

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Do you offer promotions? Yes! Enjoy free delivery on orders over $69, a loyalty program, and seasonal discounts.

Is it legal to buy cannabis online? Yes, as long as you’re 19 or older. Our operations comply with Ontario cannabis laws.

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Choosing the Right Delivery Vehicle for Your Needs: A Complete Guide

Whether you're moving a stack of documents across town, transporting delicate furniture to a new home, or shipping a large bulk order, choosing the right vehicle for your delivery is key. Making an informed choice can save time, ensure safe handling, and even reduce costs. Here’s a comprehensive guide to help you pick the ideal vehicle based on the type, size, and destination of your items.

1. Small Delivery Vehicles for Light Items and Short Distances

For smaller deliveries like documents, parcels, or lightweight personal belongings, small delivery vehicles are often the most efficient choice. Here’s why:

Types of Items: Documents, small electronics, books, and other lightweight goods.

Recommended Vehicles: Motorbikes, scooters, and small vans.

Advantages:

Speed and Agility: Motorbikes and scooters can navigate traffic quickly and reach destinations faster, ideal for urgent deliveries.

Cost-Effective: Lower fuel consumption and maintenance costs make small vehicles affordable.

Eco-Friendly: Smaller vehicles produce less carbon, making them a more sustainable option.

Ideal Scenarios: When delivering urgent documents across a city or completing a quick drop-off within a short distance, small delivery vehicles are an excellent fit.

2. Mid-Sized Vehicles for Medium Loads and Fragile Items

When dealing with bulkier items or fragile deliveries, a mid-sized vehicle offers a balance between capacity and mobility.

Types of Items: Household electronics, small furniture, boxes, and medium-sized packages.

Recommended Vehicles: Compact vans, mini trucks, and SUVs.

Advantages:

Better Protection: These vehicles offer ample storage space and padding to secure fragile items.

Moderate Fuel Costs: While slightly higher than motorbikes, mid-sized vehicles are generally fuel-efficient, making them a good choice for multiple medium-sized packages.

More Storage Space: Mid-sized vehicles have more room, allowing for the transport of multiple items at once.

Ideal Scenarios: These vehicles are ideal for moving furniture within the city, delivering multiple packages to nearby areas, or transporting items that require additional care and padding.

3. Large Delivery Vehicles for Heavy or Bulky Shipments

When moving large quantities of goods, furniture sets, or heavy appliances, a large vehicle is a must to ensure safe and efficient transport.

Types of Items: Large furniture, industrial equipment, multiple heavy boxes, or any bulk shipment.

Recommended Vehicles: Large trucks, cargo vans, and moving trucks.

Advantages:

High Capacity: These vehicles are built for large loads, accommodating bulky items and high volumes with ease.

Safety Features: Built to carry weight, these vehicles offer reinforced protection and secure handling.

Longer Distance Options: Large delivery vehicles are well-suited for long-distance hauls, thanks to their durability and load management.

Ideal Scenarios: These vehicles are ideal for big moves, transporting heavy goods over long distances, or relocating to a new city with numerous items in tow.

4. Specialized Vehicles for Unique Needs

Sometimes, the items you need to move require special conditions or handling. In such cases, opting for a specialized vehicle is necessary to ensure a safe delivery.

Types of Items: Perishable goods, sensitive electronics, high-value items.

Recommended Vehicles: Refrigerated trucks, armored vehicles, or temperature-controlled vans.

Advantages:

Preservation: Refrigerated and climate-controlled vehicles maintain the required temperature, ideal for perishable goods.

Enhanced Security: Armored or highly secure vehicles ensure that valuable items are protected throughout the journey.

Ideal Scenarios: Specialized vehicles are invaluable when transporting items that need extra care, like food items, flowers, medicines, or valuable items.

Choosing Based on Destination

When considering distance, certain vehicles are more appropriate than others:

Within City Limits: Small to mid-sized vehicles work best for within-city deliveries. They can navigate urban traffic, and their fuel efficiency keeps costs down.

Long-Distance Travel: For long hauls, larger trucks and cargo vans are ideal. They provide the necessary capacity for multiple items and can withstand extended travel, making them suitable for interstate moves or large shipments.

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Diwali is almost here, and it’s time to illuminate your celebrations with Lakshmi Crackers, the  Best Sivakasi Online Crackers Shop. As you prepare for this joyous festival, we’re here to provide everything you need to make your Diwali unforgettable.

Why Choose Lakshmi Crackers?

Vast Selection of Fireworks: Our extensive range includes a variety of fireworks, such as:

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Eco-Friendly Choices: We’re committed to a greener Diwali! Our eco-friendly firework options produce less smoke and noise, allowing you to celebrate while caring for the environment.

Tips for a Safe and Joyous Diwali

To ensure a safe and enjoyable Diwali celebration, consider the following tips:

Light Fireworks in Open Spaces: Choose a safe, open area away from buildings and flammable materials.

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Invite Friends and Family: Share the joy of Diwali by inviting loved ones to join in the celebrations, making the occasion even more special.

Celebrate the Spirit of Diwali

Diwali is a time for love, unity, and reflection. It’s about coming together with family and friends to celebrate the triumph of light over darkness. This year, let Lakshmi Crackers be part of your festive traditions.

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🍁 Fall in Love with Autumn Flowers 🍁

The crisp air and golden leaves are here, and so are our autumn flower arrangements! Whether you’re adding a seasonal touch to your home or sending a cozy bouquet to a loved one, our fall flowers are the perfect choice. Think stunning shades of red, orange, and yellow with seasonal favorites like chrysanthemums and sunflowers. 🌻🍂

Visit us online or stop by our shop to explore the beauty of autumn blooms today! Delivery available in Hollywood and nearby areas.

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