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blitzwhore · 4 months ago

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New Year's Kiss

“I've been meaning to apologize,” Stolas’ low voice broke the comfortable silence between them.

Blitzø glanced up at him, and found the owl's gaze lost somewhere past the busy streets of Imp City.

It was twenty minutes—give or take a few—before midnight on New Year's Eve, and the streets were bustling with people coming and going, fireworks already booming on the horizon. Loona had long since left for a party with her friends. As far as Blitzø was aware, M&M were on a well deserved romantic, candle-lit date.

Any other year, midnight would've found Blitzø balls deep into a faceless stranger, or perhaps elbow-deep into a tub of Bee&Jerry's as he binge-watched his comfort shows until he passed out from exhaustion. One way or another, he would've been trying his damndest to push away memories of his past—to drown out thoughts of all the people he wouldn't get to spend the night with.

Tonight, it seemed like midnight was about to find him sharing yet another cig with Stolas on his balcony.

The mere thought filled his chest with a bubbling kind of happiness, made him giddy enough that he felt the impulse to lean closer to Stolas, rest his head on the bump of Stolas’ hip.

He resisted the urge, though, and instead replied to Stolas with a low, “What for?”

Stolas breathed out a cloud of smoke and glanced momentarily down at Blitzø.

“For my behavior in the last few weeks,” he said, rolling the cig between his fingers. “I have been… a mess, frankly. There's really no other way to put it.”

“Stols, you had reasons to be that way,” Blitzø said, resting a comforting hand on Stolas’ waist. Even through Stolas’ loose jumper, he could feel warmth emanating from the soft feathers hidden underneath. He thumbed at the dip just below his hip, and didn't miss the small shiver that ran down Stolas’ body. “You lost so much, so quickly. And you were off your meds. Anyone would be a mess, honestly.”

Stolas sighed, and, though he didn't look down at Blitzø again, he did lean slightly into his touch—just enough for Blitzø's hand to shift until it was cupping his lower back.

“I still feel like you deserve an apology, though,” Stolas murmured. “I can't have been easy to deal with.”

Blitzø snorted slightly. “‘Bout as easy as it is to handle me on a normal day, to be honest.”

At that, Stolas’ lips quirked slightly upwards, the sight making Blitzø's heart soar higher than he cared to admit.

“Anyway,” Blitzø added, “I'm glad the meds have been helping.” He accepted the cigarette when Stolas passed it and took a drag of it. When he gave it back, he stayed purposefully closer—close enough that he could feel Stolas’ warmth radiating off of him, that his lungs filled with Stolas’ scent with every slow breath. “It's just… it's nice to have you back, Stols.”

A low exhale. With it, Stolas inched ever so slightly closer to Blitzø, until Blitzø's head was almost brushing against his waist.

“It's nice to be back,” Stolas admitted in a low voice.

Closing his eyes for a moment, Blitzø nuzzled Stolas’ waist and rested his temple there, just breathing the owl in, just taking a break from it all.

Even through the sounds of cheering and screaming and fireworks in the distance, he felt so at peace. More at peace than he remembered ever feeling during a New Year Eve.

Not since the fire, anyway.

When he opened his eyes and checked his phone, it was exactly nine minutes to midnight.

Though he didn't mind the silence between them, he couldn't help but break it to ask a low, curious, “Any New Year's resolutions?”

“Hmm?” Stolas asked. “Resolutions?”

Blitzø glanced up at him without moving away from his waist. “Yeah. Don't you have those either?”

“I'm afraid not.” Stolas tossed the cig onto the street below, but made no move to pull away from Blitzø, either.

“Damn,” Blitzø murmured. “So you don't… have any New Year's Eve traditions?”

Stolas didn't immediately reply, fiddling slightly with his fingers as his body tensed a bit.

“The Goetia at large do,” he said, voice low. “Mostly, they use it as one more excuse to throw loud, ostensive parties. Most of them in our ballroom, courtesy of my ex-wife.” At this he paused again, grinding his beak slightly, as thought the sole memory made him uneasy. “I kept to myself when I could help it, though,” he said. And then, in a lower voice still, “Tried to drink enough that I'd remember as little of them as possible.”

“Oh.” Blitzø gulped. He was uncomfortably familiar with what that felt like, and he knew full well what paths that sort of urge to drink your sorrows away could lead down.

He'd recently started to suspect Stolas was no stranger to it, either. He guessed this tiny admission from Stolas confirmed it, at least to some extent.

Blitzø would've much preferred for his suspicions to be wrong.

“How about you?” Stolas asked then. “Any other New Year's Eve traditions, other than setting resolutions?”

“Oh yeah, there's a bunch,” Blitzø said, and Stolas glanced down at him, eyebrow quirked in interest. “Obviously there's the fireworks.”

“Obviously,” Stolas smirked, another round of loud bangs going off in the distance.

“There's a bunch'a songs we sing, too,” Blitzø added. “Specific meals, too, in some rings. And…”

And here he paused, gulping. A quick glance at his watch told him it was four minutes to midnight, and suddenly his heart was threatening to burst out of his chest.

He'd been thinking about it, of course he had. Ever since Stolas had kissed him on Sinsmas, it'd been practically all he could think of.

Still, maybe it was too soon; too quickly after the whole Octavia situation. Maybe it was just better not to bring it up at all. Maybe—

“And?” Stolas prompted, curiosity in his voice as he watched Blitzø expectantly.

“O-Oh, it's nothing important,” Blitzø quickly said. “Just—sometimes, when you're, y'know, spending the evening with the people you love…” Three minutes. Fuck. “There's this tradition to share a kiss. At midnight. On the cheek, if it's like your friend or whatever, or, you know…”

Blitzø couldn't keep going—not when Stolas was looking at him like that. Cheeks all flushed, and eyes so big, those ever-present pupils boring a hole into him as they blinked in slow understanding.

“Oh,” Stolas breathed with a low hoot.

Two minutes.

“That sounds…” Stolas started, seemingly at a loss for words. “Is that something you'd want to—”

“I'm not saying it because we have to—”

They both paused, having talked over each other, and now Blitzø could clearly feel the same heat that was tinting Stolas’ cheeks burning across his own.

Despite his galloping heart, Blitzø couldn't help the smile that pulled at his lips. Would the two of them ever stop being hopelessly stupid around each other?

He reached up to take one of Stolas’ hands on his own, loving how familiar it felt, how easy it came to him to just run his thumb across Stolas’ knuckles and thread their fingers together.

“We don't have to,” he said again, voice low, eyes carefully searching Stolas’. “Just getting to start the new year by your side is more than enough.”

“But you… want to?” Stolas murmured, almost breathless, like he barely dared to ask.

Blitzø smiled—fondly, sheepishly—and tugged gently at Stolas’ hand.

“I always want to kiss you,” he softly admitted.

Stolas’ whole body was turned towards him now. Another tug at his hand, and Stolas was on his knees, face at Blitzø's level, eyes searching Blitzø's face as a smile spread slowly across his lips.

“If…” Blitzø breathed. “If you want?”

His question was drowned by a blast of fireworks and people's cheers and laughter in the streets.

But Stolas’ gaze was already on his lips, his hand cupping Blitzø's cheek as he closed the distance between them and pressed their lips together softly.

Tracing Stolas’ cheek with his own palm, Blitzø stepped closer and deepened the kiss, humming low in his throat as Stolas’ familiar, warm taste flooded his senses.

Outside, the world celebrated and sparkled and shone. But Blitzø's world was reduced to this. To Stolas’ fingers threading through his back spines to keep him close—to Stolas’ low, contented moan when their tongues pressed together and fell into a well-known dance. To Stolas’ scent, Stolas’ touch, those slender hands roaming down to his waist and circling his lower back to press Blitzø closer to himself.

It felt like several minutes went by before they managed to part from one another, and still they stayed close as they caught their breaths.

When Blitzø opened his eyes, Stolas was smiling.

He looked happy. Happier than he'd looked since the trial, and just—more present. Like the depression fog was finally starting to lift, leaving behind a man that was still riddled with grief, still struggling to find his place, but—ready to find some happiness despite it all. Ready to be here, in Blitzø's arms, and allow himself this moment of comfort and hope.

Blitzø couldn't help it. He pressed his forehead against Stolas', his love for the bird too overwhelming to put into words.

Stolas held him there, a smile still present in his voice when he asked a low, “Any New Year's resolutions, then, darling?”

Smiling, Blitzø hummed in response, running his fingertips through the soft, long feathers at the back of Stolas’ head.

“Yeah,” he breathed, his mind a whirlwind of just Stolas, Stolas, Stolas. “To have more of this with you.”

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#helluva boss #stolitz #Blitzwhore writes #Written at 4am so I hope there's not like a million typos #Or English mistakes #😂😂#Happy new year!!!! ❤️

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daenysx · 1 month ago

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Hi,could you perhaps do Remus c reader where he celebrates w reader after she got her dream job/uni???

-send me drabble requests!

remus lupin x fem!reader

The lights are perfect, not the disturbing kind but also not too low to prevent you from seeing anything clearly. You look at Remus, his eyes are shining with pride.

It warms your chest, how he takes up your success and carries it all around with those eyes. He sits next to you in front of the window, it's open wide for some fresh night air. The wine is a nice detail, but definitely not the most important one. Remus slowly brings his hand on your thigh, rubs the skin like he's trying to keep his eagerness under control. Like he's giddy and can't stop himself from soaking you up in his love.

"You have to tell me again," he says, taking a sip from his glass. It's not a wine glass, it's a cheap cup he uses for everything and that just makes you love him more. "The whole story from the beginning."

"I already told you for three times, Remus," you smile. "I promise, no more details to add. I'm gonna start on Monday, and- we'll see how it goes."

You get to act all cool and calm about it now, but the morning was the exact opposite. You remember hugging Remus for the fifth time before leaving the apartment, his gentle reassurings, and the bus you almost missed. They feel so far away now. You got the job at the end. The job you've been dreaming since you graduated.

"I just hope it doesn't turn into a big disappointment," you tell him, honestly. He's the only person who knows your heart in so much detail. "I'd be really upset, I want this job to be like- in my dreams. It doesn't sound real, but in an ideal world it could be, right?"

His hand squeezes yours. Kind boy, gentle in everything. His eyes sparkle with the stars, making you believe everything is possible.

"I think it'll be amazing," he says. "I mean, of course it's hard to tell how it will turn out, but the fact that you got the job is so important. So special, we could celebrate this in a few more occasions, dove."

You smile. He's been like this since you called him to let him know you got the job. You think he gets more excited than you sometimes, he's usually calm and collected, but tonight he doesn't try to contain his happiness. He's like a little boy who goes through a genuine moment of excitement, it's so good to see him like this.

"This is a perfect celebration," you tell him. He made you your favorite pasta recipe for dinner and got you a new pen for your new job with your initials on it. So classic, so Remus. You kissed him with wine stained lips until you can't catch your breath. "Thank you, baby. I'm so lucky to have you."

You think words don't feel enough sometimes, to confess how much you adore him. He's like both your sunshine and rain, keeping you in your dreams and in reality, and somehow supporting you in both.

Leaning in for a kiss, for the countless times this evening, Remus smiles. Lips curled up nicely, he tastes sweet, you kiss the corner of his mouth. His cheek is soft under your hand, it's so easy to be pulled up on his lap like this. The night breeze hits your face nicely, you want to keep this moment hidden and safe. You want to be buried right here to his chest, always tucked in like he's gonna be with you for an eternity.

An eternity sounds nice. You believe in what you want, you get it. Your dream job becomes your real job, and your lovely boyfriend kisses you under the stars. Tonight, sleep will come so easily, you think, with everything you wanted.

#remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x fem!reader #remus lupin x you #remus lupin fic #remus lupin fanfic #remus fanfic #remus lupin fanfiction #remus lupin imagine #the marauders #marauders imagine #the marauders fic #remus x you #remus x reader #remus x fem!reader

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shoukiko · 1 year ago

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How the TF2 Mercs would react to you wanting to paint their nails <3

a/n: I hope you guys will appreciate this, TF2 holds a special place in my heart, I've loved it for years so doing this makes me all giddy inside. If you have ay requests, please message me! I do CoD and TF2!! Enjoy! <3

Scout

Would be like "I ain't into that type of things, Toots."

After some convincing would let you paint his thumb and only his thumb.

Perhaps he sees you all happy while doing it and says it's okay for just *one more* finger.

Square nails, I don't make the rules.

Which then turns into his whole hand.

Shows it off to the team because YOU were the one who did it and they should be jealous.

"TAKE A FUCKIN GANDER YA BUNCH OF PANSIES"

Would pick off the nail polish as a habit during briefings or when he's not paying attention.

Feels bad coming back to you with his awful manicure.

"Don't be such a stick in the mud, at least you get to hold my hand." Dick

Medic

Would love to have you paint his nails, but he thinks it would cause issues during his procedures

Ya know, cuz he doesn't wear gloves....for whatever reason

"Please.... :(" "Oh... Meine Taube.. How can I ever say no to you?"

100% Short round nails. Maybe not slender/skinny fingers, but they're def on the thinner side.

Ends up forcing himself to wear gloves just so they won't get ruined.

He thinks your careful and skilled hands are very attractive and "intriguing" as you paint them.

He's weird like that, You love it.

He loves you....maybe too much....He'd probably cut your hands off if you said yes.

He's the type to ask lol

Spy

No again

Stop asking

He wears gloves anyways, why do you want to so bad?

He doesn't have time for these silly games!!!!

"Mon canard, Please. This is too immature for me" "So you're saying you don't love me?" *Smug look*

You win

He has very nice nails by the way. Perfect nails, perfect slender hands.

He doesn't really say much, but you can tell from his eyes he enjoys such an intimate moment.

He tells noone and shows noone, but he likes to be in his room jsut looking at them, thinking of you.

Would do yours if you asked....nicely

Pyro

I mean this is obviously a yes.

The gloves are off before you finish your sentence.

Scarred hands, maybe missing a nail on a finger, but that's okay.

Picks the colors, they want pink. Lotta pink.

Get's excited when you bring up stickers.

Rocks a pink and purple manicure with a flower sticker on their missing nail.

Becomes a weekly thing, your little spa day. :)

Heavy

Skeptical, but why not? Couldn't hurt.

Lot of surface area, dudes hands are bigger than your face.

He finds it amusing that your hands are so small compared to his.

He's letting you paint his nails, but he'd like some dark colors.

Maybe not black, more like blue or maybe red occasionally/

"One sticker?" "No sticker, thank you" "Okay one sticker" "...Okay, for you"

Sniper

"If it'll make ya happy, doll."

Falls asleep as you paint them.

Rough hands, tan lines from his gloves, he has dirty finger nails :Gross:

You throw in some....cleaning... just cuz you care.

I love this man so much, but oh my god I just know he's musty.

You give him plain black nails, one white nail on his ring fingers

You don't do his thumb, you notice the big bruise under his nail, idk what those are called.

I looked it up it's called Garand Thumb (It's so canon)

You fight with him because you wanna know of it's like a hematoma or not (Gross I know, but I'd do it)

Engineer

Well it's not something he'd find himself doing on his own, would probably think it's silly until he met you.

"As long as I don't look all frou frou after, I'm fine with anything Darlin' "

AAAA TALK TO ME LIKE THAT

Thick fingies, like fat hands a bit, slightly rough because of how much he works. Only slightly because he still wears gloves.

I like to think his hands are covered in oil/dirt most of the time, He does wash them, but he's just always workin on something.

Would wash them before you paint them though. Lovely little you can't be getting your perfect hands dirty.

He wants yellow, give him yellow nails. Like sunshine yellow, like his hat.

He thinks it's "Just lovely lookin' "

Demoman

You don't ask, you just paint them while he's passed out drunk.

You give him rainbow nails, Glitter top coat. You're so mean

Surprisingly soft hands, Big and thick, very soft. My goodness you're even jealous by how nice they are.

He even has the perfect nails for painting. What doesnt this man have?

Oh wait

He's PISSED when he wakes up.

Probably calls it gay (But like....worse)

Sees you sad because of how he reacted.

Slumps in his chair, "They're 'right...."

Grows to like them (more like live with them)

Maybe in like 2 weeks to see hims again, they're still painted, just a bit withered away.

He loves em

Soldier

"DO I LOOK LIKE SOME SORT OF PANSY TO YOU, MAGGOT???"

You offer to do them in the colors of the American flag

He accepts obviously

You do it standing up cause he is just...there. Stiff as a board.

Wide nails, Rough knuckles, calluses.

When you're done he salutes you.

"Well done, Maggot. Now I won't have to kill you." Sure buddy

I hope you guys liked it!!

#tf2 #tf2 scout #tf2 medic #tf2 spy #tf2 pyro #tf2 heavy #tf2 sniper #tf2 engineer #tf2 soldier #tf2 demoman #tf2 x reader #team fortress #tf2 imagines #shoukiko

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stop-talking · 1 year ago

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You're his ex, but he's desperate for a babysitter. (pt. 4)

Mike Schmidt x fem reader

2.4k words + 300 word epilogue

Tags: 18+, mike x fem reader, no use of y/n, exes, enemies to lovers, slowburn? sassy mike, sassy reader, pet names, banter, angst, fluff, comfort, happy ending.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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Mike sits at his kitchen table, trying not to nod off into his cereal. Today is a quiet day. A lazy day. His one day off.

Except, not really. There's always work to be done. He just has to figure out what today's work would be. He's caught up on laundry and dishes, the house isn't too much of a mess... Hm. Maybe he should finally fix the dripping pipe in the bathroom. Or the living room window that's been stuck for years. Or one of the million other things wrong with his house.

He sighs and goes to take a bite of his cereal, only to realize he forgot the milk. Damn it. When he opens the fridge, he stands face to face with a little blue dolphin stuffed animal. Right... Abby's still testing him. He leaves it alone, she'll see it when she gets home from school and assume her "spell" still works. Pfft.

Mike nearly drops the milk mid-pour when he hears the phone ring.

*click.*

"Hello?" He mumbles groggily, a little annoyed to have his morning brooding interrupted.

"Hey, Mike? You free at all today?"

He immediately perks up at the sound of your voice. It's been two days since he last saw you, and he honestly wasn't sure if you'd ever speak to him again.

"Yeah, uh... It's my day off, actually."

"Good. I'm using that 2nd favor."

Mike's heart races. If this favor is going to be anything like the last one, he was definitely up for it.

"Oh? Missing me already, sweetheart?"

"As if. I need you to build me a shelf."

A shelf? Well, that was unexpected. Hm. Better than nothing.

"What, like build it from scratch? Are you expecting me to buy the boards, or-"

"No. I have all the pieces. It just needs to be assembled."

"You can't assemble a shelf?" Mike scoffs, but secretly he's pleased. Sounds like you just want an excuse to have him over.

"Mike. You know I'm no good with tools."

No, he didn't know that actually. Liar. You definitely just wanted to see him again. God, he felt giddy.

"Mhm. Sure."

"Just get your ass over here, Schmidt."

"Woah, what's with the attitude, Princess? I'm here to help." He can't help but let some smugness seep into his tone. Okay, more than some. He's a cocky bastard and he knows it.

"I've been working on the damn thing all morning. Almost three hours now. Not in the mood, jackass."

Shit. You sounded sincere. And really pissed off. Then again, what kind of a shelf took three hours to assemble? The fuck was it? A jigsaw puzzle?

"Alright, alright. I'll be over soon. See ya."

Mike slumps against the counter as you grumble something incoherent and slam the phone down. Damn, what is he getting himself into this time?

Only one way to find out.

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When Mike finally arrives at your apartment half an hour later, he feels a bit silly. He put on a nice shirt and trousers to come see you, and here you are in sweats and a baggy t-shirt. Figures.

"Call for a handyman?" He greets you with a teasing smile, holding up his old rusted toolbox as he makes his way inside.

"Pfft. Someone's happy to see me."

Mike can't really say anything to that, so he doesn't try. He is happy to see you, even if you have attitude problems and dress like a bum.

"So, I bought the damn thing from a friend-of-a-friend, who got it at a garage sale. I swear, it has to be missing some parts or something, because-"

He nods as you rattle on and lead him to your bedroom, but he's only half-listening. He looks around your apartment, taking it all in. It's been at least six months since he last came over, probably longer. It doesn't look to have changed much. He likes your apartment. It's cozy.

"Anyways... can you fix it?"

Mike pauses in the doorway of your bedroom as you give him a sheepish smile and gesture to something in the corner.

Holy hell. Is that supposed to be a shelf? Mike can't help but think that the hideous agglomeration of boards and screws would only be good as a fire-starter. It looks more like a pile than a shelf.

"Uhh..." He bites his cheek, desperately trying not to burst into a fit of laughter. Maybe you really weren't lying about the whole "no good with tools" thing.

He finally loses it when you groan and flop down on the bed, hiding your face in a pillow.

"Ughh... Laugh at me, whatever. Just fix it."

"Jesus Christ. This has to be the sorriest excuse for a shelf I've ever seen. Sure you don't want me to haul it to the junkyard instead?" He snorts, sitting down on the edge of your bed and looking with disdain at the half-assedly assembled shelf.

Mike immediately shuts his mouth when you glare at him. Oops, right, you're in a bad mood.

"I mean, uh... you tried?" He laughs, shaking his head in amusement. He still can't believe you're actually this inept when it comes to assembly.

"Get to work, Schmidt."

Mike yelps as you kick him off the bed, but doesn't bother retaliating. He just grabs his toolbox and sits on the floor, examining the so-called "shelf".

"Well, the first step is going to be un-doing everything you did."

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You lie on your stomach in bed, chin propped up on your hands as you kick your feet in the air and ponder the sight before you. Mike's back is turned to you as he quietly works away taking apart the monstrosity you assembled.

"How long is this gonna take?"

"Well, If it wasn't so..." He trails off, glancing at you and choosing his words more carefully.

"...sturdy, it'd be a lot easier to take apart."

"Hm? What do you mean?"

He gives you an incredulous look and gestures to a series of nails in a corner where two boards meet. It does look pretty ridiculous, the sharp ends pointing out the other side. Not your best work.

"You put nails in it, sweetheart." He scoffs.

"How else was I supposed to keep it together?" You give him your best pout, and gloat internally when he has to turn away. He's absolutely infatuated with you. Even the back of his neck is pink.

"It comes with screws for a reason, ya know."

"There's a difference?"

He turns and gives you a flat look, and you laugh. Damn. You can play dumb with him, but maybe not that dumb. Noted.

Still, it's a little boring just laying there and watching him grumble and pull nails from wood. You can't really mess with him too much either, because you really do what him to fix the stupid shelf.

"You want something to drink?" You finally break the silence, under the guise of trying to be a good hostess.

"Pfft. Need some whiskey to deal with this bullshit." He snorts, pulling yet another nail free. He'd almost gotten one board off. One. This was gonna take a while.

"I was thinking more along the lines of soda or tea."

"Jack and Coke, then?"

"Mike. It's hardly past noon."

"So?" He scoffs. "For me, this is like... evening, or something. I dunno. Sleep schedule's fucked with this new job."

That answer makes you pause.

"What is it you do now, anyway?"

He groans, finally prying one of the boards free of the clusterfuck.

"Night guard. Told you already, remember?" He tries to shrug the question off, but you're nosy.

"Where?"

"Uhh... Freddy Fazbear's Pizza..."

"Speak up."

"Ugh. It's this stupid rundown hellhole pizzeria. Honestly dunno why anyone would wanna break in there anyways. It's a dump."

"What kind of a pizzeria needs a night guard? Or any guard?"

"The haunted kind."

You decide not to ask about that, simply shaking your head as you walk to the door. He's truly a loon. A loveable loon, unfortunately.

"Just tell me what you want to drink, Mikey, or I'm getting you water."

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Mike sits on the floor of your bedroom sipping his glass of water and wondering how he got here. If you'd told him a week ago he'd be building his witch of an ex-girlfriend a shelf, he would've gagged. Now...? Well, he just wants to go join you on that bed.

"So are you really just gonna sit there and look pretty while I do all the work?"

"Aww, you think I'm pretty, Mikey? You smile, lying on the bed with your feet kicking in the air, giving him a look of pure adoration. It wasn't hard to do.

"Pretty annoying, yeah." He turns away with a scoff, returning to his work. If only he could get this stupid nail untangled from the other two... why would anyone use this many nails?

"You know, I think I liked you better gagged."

"Oh I know, sweetheart. I could see it in those evil eyes of yours." He can't help but smirk a bit at the comment, though. Sometimes he liked himself better gagged, too. He shakes the thought away and keeps working.

"Why can't you just get on hands and knees and beg me to take you back already?" You huff dramatically and roll over onto your back, letting your head fall over the edge of the bed. He looks silly from this angle. Upside-down.

That question nearly makes Mike drop his tools. Were you serious?

"Why? So you can laugh me off again?"

Ouch. It was true you'd turned him down the last time he'd tried it, but that was six months ago.

"Maybe if you used those big brown puppy eyes of yours on me."

That only earns you a grunt, so you verbally prod him again.

"Besides, why can't I do both? Laugh at you, then take you back? Sounds fun."

"Pfft. Fun? To toy with me? You'd probably break up with me all over again just for shits and giggles." He responds bitterly, still refusing to turn around.

"Mikey. Look at me." You roll back over onto your stomach and rest your chin in your hands as he slowly meets your gaze.

"I didn't break up with you just for shits and giggles. You know that. I'm not letting you sit there and wallow in self-pity."

Mike goes stiff from your words, but your tone is soft, and your eyes even softer. You're still giving him that adoring look. Damn it.

"Well maybe I'd rather wallow in self pity than admit you were right all along."

"You've had six months to wallow. Grow a pair and come kiss me."

He can't say no to that. Not when you look at him that way. He shuffles over, kneeling by the side of your bed. On his knees for you again, damnit.

You kiss him. It's different from the lustful, sloppy kiss you shared last time. This one makes you feel warm. You kiss him again. And again.

Mike really doesn't want this to end, but the knot in his stomach forces him to pull away. He has to ask.

"Why? Why are you doing this, I mean? Do you really want... to take me back?" He sputters, looking down at the floor.

"I'm not completely sure yet." You answer honestly, shifting and lying back on the bed.

Damn. That's not the answer he wanted to hear.

"Are you-"

"Come here."

When you pat the spot next to you in bed, Mike melts. He's a wreck right now, but still wants nothing more than to be with you, in every sense of the word. He silently complies.

"It's not about right and wrong, you know. As much as I love being told I'm right." You give him a soft smile, breaking the silence and placing your hand on top of his as you both lie on your sides.

Damn it. He'd done this with you before, this and so much more. Why was such a small touch turning him to goo?

"What isn't?"

"The breakup. It's about growing as a person. As people. Both of us." You lace your fingers with his, and can't help but laugh as his face reaches a level of pink you've never seen before.

"And what exactly am I supposed to be growing out of?"

"Pfft. I don't know, the emotional unavailability? The way you never made time for me? Constant irritability?" You start to dramatically list off his flaws, using your free hand to count on your fingers.

"Okay, okay. I get it." He huffs, and grabs your hand before you can make fun of him more. Instead, he guides it to his side, pulling you in a little closer.

"And you're miss perfect?"

"No. 'Course not. I have flaws too." You give him a sly smile, and start listing your own "faults".

"Too hot and sexy, too intelligent, too kind, amazing, sweet and caring..."

That's as far as you get before Mike scoots closer, burying his face in your neck and giving you a playful nip.

"Too arrogant." He adds with a laugh, wrapping his arm around you and letting himself melt further into you.

"My arrogance is one of my best qualities, thank you." You reply haughtily, sliding your hand up his back and into his hair.

Mike couldn't speak, even if he could somehow find the right words to say. Everything in this moment felt so right. His arm around you. Your fingers in his hair. He lets out a soft groan instead.

You aren't exactly eager to let go of this moment either, and just hold him for a few minutes. It feels nice to play with his soft brown curls.

"I'll do better. Please." He finally mumbles something to you, not bothering to move his face from where it's buried in the crook of your neck.

"Please what, Mikey?"

"Take me back."

He finally pulls back, just enough to give you a glimpse of those puppy eyes of his. Damn it. How could you even think of saying no?

"Yeah. Okay."

You both lean in for another round of soft passionate kisses, and Mike feels himself relax completely. His stomach unknots and his mind goes numb. For the first time in months, he feels completely safe.

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"So does this mean you'll babysit for me again?"

"Go finish the shelf, Schmidt."

"Yes, Princess."

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♡ Epilogue ♡

Over the past few weeks, you and Mike had fallen into a sort of rhythm.

He never did end up finding a new babysitter, and besides, you're the only one who could ever get Abby to finish her dinner. You had to graduate her from daily witching lessons to weekly ones, though, convincing her she needed to study for the more advanced spells. Secretly, Mike was just losing track of which objects in his house were supposedly invisible. It was quite amusing to watch.

Mike's favorite part of the day was coming home to you already asleep in his bed, and waking you up with a kiss. He'd then either lie down in bed while you shower, or hop in there with you, depending on how you felt. Either way, he loved the view.

The conflicting schedules made things complicated, but you were able to work around it. Mike slept better with you holding him, and consequentially, was a lot more agreeable. He did his best to make more time for both you and Abby.

He even started to open up to you for once, letting you take on some of his burdens. This man sure had a lot of guilt. You were certain he hadn't yet told you everything, but he told you enough. At least you finally knew what the fucking NEBRASKA poster on the ceiling was for. Now you kind of felt bad for all the times you teased him about it the first time you dated.

As for the damn shelf... well, he finished it. It was still hideous, but it was functional. There were holes in it from the nails, and the wood had even started to splinter in a few spots. You couldn't bring yourself to get rid of it, though. Not after how much work you both put into it. Even if most of Mike's work revolved around un-doing yours.

It definitely wasn't a perfect relationship, not by far. But Mike never promised to be the perfect boyfriend. He just promised to be better.

And he was, bit by bit, every day. Better. ♡

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Author's note:

Thank you all for the love!! This was my first time writing a fanfic of any kind so I'm really happy so many of you enjoyed it. Feels good to bring the story to an end.

Feel free to send me a request, I'd love to write more fics about Mike. Or any other J-hutch character for that matter, Mikey is just my favorite <3

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stevesbipanic · 1 year ago

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@steddielovemonth Day 28: Love is when you look at his lips for half the conversation because you can’t stop thinking about kissing him. @starryeyedjanai

"Steve!" Robin clicked her fingers in front of Steve's face, Steve turned towards her, "Have you heard a thing I said?"

"Sure, I was listening."

"No you weren't you weren't looking at me, I wasn't born yesterday, Evie."

Steve smiled slyly, "Fine what were you saying about your date with Nancy," he replied pointedly looking at her lips this time.

Robin cracked a giddy grin, "The rollerskating was a great idea she held my hand all night cause you know I'm a klutz!"

Steve laughed turning to continue stacking the tapes. Robin poked her head round him at the sound of the front bell.

"Eddie!" She said tapping Steve and pointing. Steve grinned at the metalhead wiggling his fingers in a wave.

"Stevie! How's my favourite future cyborg, you ready to go?" Steve liked watching Eddie talk, the way his lips moved.

"Thanks for driving him, Ed, it was hard enough convincing him to go to the first appointment, wanna make sure he actually gets them."

"Course, Bucks, happy to babysit our favourite babysitter."

Steve punched out his card and gathered his things from the back. The drive to the doctor's office was quick, the thrum of Eddie's mixtapes vibrating the van. Steve always liked hanging out with Eddie, he liked loud.

He really wanted to hold Eddie's hand once they were sat in the bright white office. The cold walls were a little too similar to the bunker, but he'd promised Robin.

"It'll be a little weird when we first turn them on but you should adjust within a week." The doctor explained before fiddling with the device. A few seconds later the tune of the radio flooded his ears, Steve perked up a smile gracing his face. He looked over at Eddie, "I can hear the radio!" Eddie grinned widely in return.

Later, back at the trailer Steve was enjoying hearing the movie playing, happy to not have to rely on the limited subtitled movies Hawkins had to offer. He could hear Eddie finishing dinner in the background, it warmed his heart feeling somewhat normal again.

"Hear you go, sweetheart," Eddie said passing Steve a bowl of spaghetti, plopping down beside him, it was nice, hearing Eddie's voice more clearly now.

He paused the movie as Eddie started monologuing about something that had happened at the garage that morning. Steve wasn't really paying attention, too busy watching Eddie's lips. He wanted to tell Eddie how he felt but he didn't want to lose this.

"Stevie?"

"Hmm?" He replied not looking away from Eddie's mouth.

"Your hearing aids stop working? You've been reading my lips."

Steve blushed, "Um no, I heard you just fine."

Eddie paused before smirking, "See something you like then, sweetheart?"

Steve smiled in return, "Maybe, maybe I just need you to come closer to hear better."

Eddie leaned forward, glancing down at Steve's lips, "Better?"

"Hmm, little closer, don't want to miss anything you say, very important."

Eddie was barely a breath away, all Steve had to do was close the gap, "Stevie." Eddie said Steve's name like a promise and Steve couldn't help moving forward, brushing his lips against Eddie's.

He's glad he listened to Robin and got the hearing aides, he wanted to memorise the sound of Eddie's gasps and moans forever.

#deaf steve harrington #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #second last one :((#ficlet #steddielovemonth

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tomboy420 · 2 months ago

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Hi there! This is my first time asking for an x reader ever lol I don't know if Iam doing this well-

Anyways.

Could I ask for a Rocky Rickaby x reader where the reader is a 18-19 years old foreigner girl (idk if my request can be very specific but... could I ask her to be Tunisian? Iam tunisian and i never see xreaders with some ;-; so her main languages would be french and arabic tho she is fluent in english) that just moved from Saint Louis to study art (cartoon/animation)?

I would like a liddol something on their first meeting (heres a plot idea ive had):

Rocky could be busking on the streets (he already joined the Lackadaisy but ig they put him out for a break lmao) And the reader couldve been carrying looads of heavy art supplies (sketchbooks beigger than herself and stuff) and dropped a bottle of paint next to him and he helps her carry some of her stuff as she goes home and they get to know eachother and stuff 👁👁(HAHA we can see i've been thinking about it- inspired by some recent experience ive had).

If you'd like you can write a few more stuff about, idk habits they developed (maybe reader passes by the street where he is sometimes and brings him pastries... they could chill, him playing, her doing life sketches... he could become her muse... i imagine they'd really hit it off, the reader being an artistic, passionate, giddy , very sweet and empathetic soul and Rocky reminding her of her childhood self and truly understanding and seeing through him and his happy mask. Maybe she could become someone he could rely on and, golly, even be calm with!! Sorry iam getting ahead of myself.... )

Uhm.

Anyways!

Sorry again for this long ass text haha!!! And i hope you have a nice day♡

A new friend

T.W: a bit of angst on some parts. Mentions of racism, mentions of naysayers, mentions of Rocky being lonely. Let me know if I missed any!

W.C: 3,654

A/n: I'M SO SORRY!!!! I FEEL HORRIBLE! You were my FIRST ask, and I'm SORRY it took 4 months to finally finish it! I kept getting writers block for this and plain ol’ procrastination played a part as well… I genuinely can’t put to words how bad I feel.

~~~

Most people doubted you, saying it was foolish for a woman like you to dream of being a cartoonist, some even going so far as saying it was impossible, all because “Have you ever heard of a Tunisian girl drawing for a living?”

Well, you proved all your doubters wrong.

You had gotten the job of your dreams in St. Louis.

Of course, it was difficult leaving your home. You were scared of the possibilities that could happen. One was that you wouldn’t have been accepted and moved to St. Louis for no purpose at all; another fear was that everyone would have judged you for being Tunisian, even being scared of that being the reason for you not being accepted in the industry; you weren’t ashamed for being Tunisian, not at all. You were just aware of how some people would react to it. So you worked hard, harder than you’ve ever. And were determined to be an animator. When it came to cartoons, they helped you as a way to escape reality. Every time you felt blue —or any other negative emotion— you would draw; it helped you through bumpy roads in your life, and you were willing to do it as a living.

Maybe the cartoons would help other people as well, or maybe not. You weren’t sure.

But that didn’t stop you from applying for the job and doing what you loved. You cherished cartoons, so you just needed to figure out the outcome independently. Like a puzzle, you wouldn’t have ever known how it would turn out unless you unraveled it yourself.

~~~

You were busy drawing concept art for a new project for your job at home when the tip of your pencil suddenly chipped. You let out a frustrated grunt and went to get your pencil sharpener but soon realized you were running low on supplies. You decided to go and buy a little more that afternoon just to get it out of the way.

You, admittedly, had bought more than you needed.

You just kept seeing what you liked and couldn’t help but buy it. So what if you had a moment of weakness?

What was that saying? The more the merrier? It sure described this situation in your opinion.

~~~

Rocky was headed back to the Lackadaisy after having taken care of some business Miss M informed him to do. He was walking down the streets of Mississippi when he saw a young dame, either the same age or a little younger than him, holding a load of brown bags that looked as if on the verge of falling, spilling everything from inside. Her ears were down, her face cringed, and her back curved from the weight. She looked both ways of the road as best as she could while holding the heavy bags, then walked across. When she had finally crossed the street, she dropped a small glass bottle of red paint, luckily not breaking nor spilling, but she didn’t seem to notice, so Rocky did the gentleman thing and grabbed it for her. “Excuse me, miss! I believe you may have accidentally left your red paint behind!” he shouted.

You turn, having just heard someone shout, and see a male staring back at you. He looked to be around your age. He was a sight for sore eyes. He stuck out like a sore thumb. He looked beaten; black eye, scruffled-up outfit, bruised and battered like he just got hit by a bus. What on Earth happened to him that made him look like this? He wore blue pants, doused in dirt, a white —or the tale tell signs of white, some spots lighter than others— Undershirt with the sleeves tucked on his elbows, with spenders, the stripe on his right over his shoulder, and the stripe on his left hanging off his shoulder, making him look more unhinged; and a torn orange tie, hanging loosely over his neck and surprisingly still attached. You were baffled, but you didn’t have time to say something because —by the time you finished your thought process— he was already toward you, handing out a small glass bottle of paint you didn’t know you had dropped. “O-oh! Uh- Thank you! I didn’t feel it fall. I’m more focused on trying to balance all these bags, heh. Uhh… Do you mind putting it back for me?” You asked, gesturing your head to all the bags. “Absolutely! How could I not help such a gentlewoman as yourself!… Speaking of helping, should I offer some assistance? If so, I’m here to offer!” The beaten male said. “Oh yes, of course! That would be much appreciated.” You said. He took half of what you were carrying, and you both walked together, him tailing beside you. “Rocky!” He shouted, “I’m sorry?”

“I’m Rocky!” He said again,

“Oh, well, I’m (Y/n). If I may ask, why is it you look like you got hit by a… bus?” You asked, having a bus being the only comparison you could think of. Rocky visibly tensed up, probably caught off guard by your question. “Because I… did get hit by a bus?” He said in a tone even he was aware was either wearily or questionly.

But from your worried expression, you bought it,

“Oh my, really!? A-are you sure it is the best idea to be helping me instead of getting to a hospital!?” You exclaimed, “Oh, no, I’m perfectly fine! There is no need for doctors! I’ve been through worse! And see? I hold these up perfectly fine as well!” He yelled back, gesturing towards the bags with his head while holding it up a little more to demonstrate his words. Hearing Rocky say he’s been through worse did not make it any better; therefore, the horrified face you gave him, but then Rocky gave you a desperate look as if he didn’t want to talk about it. You hesitated but ultimately decided to do as he asked.

After that, you both fell into awkward silence. Until eventually, Rocky spoke.

“Where are you from?”

“Excuse me?”

“Where did you live before here?” Rocky inquired.

“…I lived in Tunisia.” You said skeptically. You’ve dealt with your fair share of people not liking you just by your ethnicity. Some people would judge just by your tiny accent, let alone telling them you used to live in Tunisia. But you lightened up after Rocky grinned from ear to ear, “That’s remarkable! If I may ask, if you lived there your whole life, why don’t you have an accent? I mean, I can tell you have a small one. What language do you speak!? Tell me everything that’s like over there!” You chuckled happily at his enthusiasm, joyful and relieved that he wasn’t like those sorts. And at his reaction that looked as if a child was told of a new candy store. You started telling him what Tunisia was like and what you did for a career. Even demonstrated the languages you spoke by saying small sentences for him in Arabic and French; he even told you some things about him. Eventually, after you got to your apartment, Rocky helped put the bags down, but then he looked at a mounted clock on the wall and yelped. Startled, you ask what’s wrong. Rocky quickly said he’d forgotten he still had work and was late, then scrambled out, leaving you with a confused face.

You walked towards the front door and closed it.

You were going to miss your new friend. Hopefully, if you ever see him again, he’ll look more… less injured. You turned around to walk towards your desk but saw a receipt on the floor.

You crouched down and grabbed it, then observed it. It was from a place called Little Daisy’s Café. You recognized the title. You had eaten there once before, but you knew the cash receipt wasn’t yours. It had to be Rocky’s because he just ran out of your flat; it would make sense if it had flown out of his pocket. You didn’t know where he lived or where he worked, so you thought maybe if you visited the Café often, you would eventually see him again. If Rocky had been there once, he’d probably be there again.

You weren’t sure if you would see Rocky again, so maybe this would help come upon him again.

You had a delightful time talking with him; —you don’t know what exactly— but something about Rocky pulled you towards him. The dramatic way he spoke, the animated way he demonstrated, the skip of his walks, and his wacky and childish personality. Perhaps it was from a lack of friends that you wanted to see him so badly, but you were working hard, so friends weren’t a big priority. You did obviously interact with others, but mostly the people at your work, and they weren’t friends. They were just co-workers; plus, it wasn't the same. You wanted to be with someone and actually have fun. To laugh and enjoy the banter, like you did with Rocky. Was that so much to ask? Not to you, it wasn’t. You could be selfish sometimes; heck, you moved out of your home country just to follow your dreams; who says friends shouldn’t be on the list? You were just too busy most of the time, that was it.

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It was the next day. You had awoken earlier than usual that day so you could have more time. You were walking to Little Daisy’s Café Like you had planned the day before. It took a bit of asking around and taking familiar turns you vaguely remembered —having only been there once and that being an accident because you were just walking around and exploring St. Louis— but you eventually found it. You stood right in front of the door, looking at the side where the window was with a text that read Little Daisy’s Café. As you stepped into the bakery, the smell of freshly baked goods enveloped you, enticing your senses and causing your stomach to rumble. The sweet notes of cinnamon mingled with the rich scent of chocolate, while hints of buttery pastries wafted through the air, each fragrance more irresistible than the last. There were people there, eating away at whatever they ordered, some talking and mingling while others just read whatever book they had, which you had little to no care of what the titles were. You went up to the front, waiting for someone to appear, and not too long after, a girl —not much older than you— came from a door you assumed to be the kitchen. “Hello! And welcome to Little Daisy’s Café!‘See anything you like?” she said in a chipper voice. Her fur was brown in coloration, with yellow eyes and dark brown hair styled in a bob. She wore a dress that had cuffs where the neck was with a drooping bow tied nicely in it. You peered up at the chalkboards above, reading through the lists of freshly made goodies they had. Eventually, you found what you liked and told the girl, walking towards whatever available table caught your eye. Waiting, you looked around the place, taking in the environment, when suddenly you heard the bell above the entrance chime. Naturally, you turned your attention to the glass door and saw a familiar face.

It was Rocky.

You’d anticipated right.

A slight smile formed on your lips. You didn’t expect it so soon, though. You thought it would’ve taken at least a couple more visits. He looked in much better shape than he had yesterday. No longer was he as beaten, but he still had a few bruises you could see; you noticed his outfit was much nicer and now completed. —his blue pants were now neat and clean, his undershirt, from what you could see, was completely white, and his orange tie was as good as new, but what was new was a large blue jacket and matching fedora had adorned him.— Rocky walked up to the cashier, talking merrily to her about whatever, while you stayed and observed him, now second guessing if you should walk up to him, afraid he might find you creepy. But you sucked it up and mustered the courage to speak to him. You waited until Rocky ambled from the cashier girl and sat at one of the booths. You stood up from your seat and trekked towards the blue-suited man, “صباح الخير يا روكي! كيف حالك؟ هل تتذكرني؟ منذ ال��مس.” You reminded, in Arabic; wanting to give it more familiarity. He looked at you with wide eyes, ears suddenly down and flat, but then beamed immediately, ears going straight up, noticing it was you. “(Y/n)! How are you? So nice to see you again! How did you know I was here?” Rocky asked very cheerfully even as he had no clue what you had said. You chuckled, “I found a receipt on my floor and figured it was yours. I recognized the name, so I assumed you would’ve been here again.” you said, shrugging. “Well, I was about to get some pancakes, but while you’re here, I would love to chat with you more while we dine in!” The blue-suited man said optimisticly. You agreed with the same enthusiasm Rocky had, then sat across from him and gabbed. —Even after the food came, you still conversed— You both talked and talked and talked, but after you two finished, you decided you should leave before you were late for work and bid adieu to Rocky and strolled out with a big closed-lip smile.

~~~

After all of that, you visited often at Little Daisy’s Café. You were even recognized as a regular since you primarily talked to Rocky. The cashier girl —you knew as Ivy after a couple of visits— engaged with you in conversations. Then eventually, she offered you a miniature thing that of a card symbol of clubs and whispered for you to meet her back at the Café. After finding what you think was called Lackadaisy, with Ivy by your side, you were star-struck and completely in awe when you saw the hidden, grand space, even if everything inside seemed a little depressing. You chatted with the people you were introduced to by Ivy, and you found them quite lovely. Surprisingly, Rocky wasn’t there, but as you suddenly reminded yourself of Rocky, you asked about him. When they told you the work he held at Lackadaisy and what he did, you were worried, not exactly like the idea of him risking his life for a few drinks. But at the same time, it explained why Rocky looked so… ruffled up in the first meeting. Eventually, as you’re still down there, Rocky made his presence known as he walked through the large doors, humming a tune. He stopped in his tracks when he saw you and stopped humming whatever song was in his head, his eyes wide as he was surprised to see you in the speakeasy. “(Y/n)?” He asked. “Rocky! C'est un plaisir de vous voir!” You said in French as you walked toward the blue-suited man, a big smile evident on your face. It became a habit to speak in your other languages when around Rocky. Seeing how his face beamed from hearing it. You thought it was cute, thinking he looked like a child being shown a brand-new toy. “How did you find the Lackadaisy?” He questioned again, “Ivy showed me this place! It truly is wonderful. And the people here are justpleasant! Why hadn’t you shown me yet?” You happily inquired.

Rocky did not know how to respond, not wanting to bluntly tell the truth. “Well… I didn’t know if I could trust you…” He said as his face scrunched up, worried you might take offense.

But you didn’t.

You smiled softly at Rocky, “I understand. You can’t trust many with this sort of secret, but I assure you, you can trust me. It’s very much an exquisite facility.” You spoke gently at Rocky. He softened at your reassurance, happy he could trust you. The other noticed something off with Rocky; how his tail flicked when he saw you, how his ears twitched from the sound of your voice, and how his eyes dilated as he looked at you. The same reaction came from you as well, but more subtle. Although the responses were obvious, none of them said anything of it.

As time passed, everyone grew accustomed to you, some even befriending you. You truly loved it at the Lackadaisy, usually just chatting with everyone, then leaving when it was time for your departure.

Today was like any other. After work, you go visit the Lackadaisy, chat and chat and chat until you declare your leave, Rocky tagging along sometimes. This was one of those times. Rocky asked you if he could walk you home, and with a smile, you said yes.

After walking together for several minutes, you both finally made it to your humble abode, “May you permission me inside?” Asked Rocky, ears leaning back slightly. “Of course. How many times do I have to tell you, you can follow me whenever, Rocky?” You asked with a giggle. You shuffled through your keys until you finally found the right one and unlocked your door. You both ambled inside, you immediately saunter toward your desk and started drawing while Rocky sat on your couch with a book he picked up from your bookshelf, making himself at home. You couldn’t help but stare at him, admiring that he found comfort in your residence. It wasn’t the first time you thought of it, but now —for any odd reason— you had the confidence to ask him, “Rocky, is it fine if I draw you?” He seemed taken aback by your question, his attention abandoning the book and eyes wide as he looked at you; he appeared as if he was in disbelief that you bothered to ask at all. You repeated yourself after Rocky didn’t respond, to which he frantically nodded and gave his consent.

Both of you were seated at your dinner table, Rocky posed, and you hunched over your notebook. You drew every detail of him you saw in your style, making sure you didn’t miss anything. He was beginning to stiffen after a period of sitting and not moving a hair. You felt terrible making him stay like that, but couldn’t help but find it amusing. His face was scrunched up like a child who couldn’t decide the topping for their ice cream or what toy to pick out in the aisle. But he was doing a better job at sitting still than you initially thought he would. You honestly could stay like that. Relishing in the comfortable silence between you, the gramophone played a calming tune. Rocky was someone you found comfort in. Something you realized not long after meeting him. He was an ocean of solace and nostalgia; Rocky’s charm always made you laugh, and his childish behavior brought back merry memories of the past. You cherished him more than you could ever say.

You dropped your pen once you were completed, a big grin adoring your face as you shouted, “لقد اكتمل!” and immediately gave it to Rocky. He clasped your sketchbook and took a good look at your illustration. You veered around the table to be at his side to ogle at your work, proud of how amazingly detailed it was. You then steered your attention to Rocky. Only to be met with a frown, arched eyebrows on his face, and flat ears.

An expression you’d never seen Rocky uphold.

“Rocky, what’s wrong? Is something the matter, is it the sketch?” You asked, worried that your drawing may have triggered something or that it was just horrendous. “Blasphemy! Of course, it’s not the drawing! It is an extraordinary piece of craftwork that should be hung in museums all across the orb and farther… It’s just… It’s me. And not a soul has done anything of this sort before… for me.” He looked woefully on the floor with his ears down during the last sentence, as if —if he’d done pitifully enough— the floor would swallow him up.

Rocky unexpectedly felt the pressure of somebody against his back as arms were wrapped around his neck. Leaning forward slightly as a way to leave the abrupt feeling. Rocky realized you were hugging him. Rocky reached a hand to gently grab your arm and held it, closing his eyes, wanting to relish this moment of comfort. —despite still being bewildered.— Rocky never had anybody try and comfort him in a moment of blue. Usually, he would be looked down upon the few times he showed it.

“You are a greater worth than you realize, Rocky. And I hope you’ll soon realize that.” You held him a bit closer as an emphasis to your words.

You remained like that for what felt like a while. Rocky relished this as if it would be his last moment of solace, —(It won’t)— and you huddled against him from his back.

“I’m fine now, (Y/n). You can let go.” Rocky said reluctantly, not wanting this moment to be cut short. But he knew the both of you couldn’t stay like that for the remainder of the night. He’d have to put a stop to it eventually. As you let go of him and stepped back, Rocky turned around. He looked at your eyes and smiled, but it was different than his usual ones.

It was the softest and gentlest smile Rocky had ever adorned in your time knowing him.

“Thank you,” Rocky said in the most genuine way he could muster. You smile sweetly at him, your head tilted to the side slightly, “هل تريدني أن أرسم المزيد من القطع الفنية لك؟”

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A/n: Thank you for reading this! I believe there are misuses of punctuation and/or misplacements, so please point them out! And thank you to the Anon for the ask, and —again— I’m VERY sorry for the long wait! I hope this is to your liking! I know I went a little rogue a bit, but I ONLY did that so it can go with the story!

Comments and reblogs are appreciated!

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flametrashiraarchive · 2 years ago

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Being a kakushi helping out in a lot of Kyo's missions, basically a friend already... Having a big fat crush on Shinjuro. Celebrating a hard successful mission and you let it slip in a drunken haze, within earshot of Shinjuro - and then well ✨👀 Shinjuro is kinda lonely ya know... And he supposes he might want another kid ya know...

- Beer anon 🍻

Hellooooo so I got carried away again lol. Shinjuro just makes me feel some kind of way and I can't be brief about him. I hope you don't mind but I left out the wanting a kid part but the horniness is all here!

Also this is canon-divergent. Everyone is alive at the end lol (even Muzan... he's just living on a farm with me and Douma... jk... unless....)

NSFW under the cut. CW for drinking alcohol.

Dancing with the Flame

Shinjuro couldn't believe his own ears. For one, his son Kyojuro was drunk on shōchū (a very rare occurrence) which made him extremely giggly (less rare). And two, you were talking to his son about him.

"I want him, Kyojuro," you repeated, with giddy sincerity.

Perhaps he hadn't heard you correctly. The celebration was loud since Tengen was setting off fireworks like they cost nothing. It seemed the entire demon slayer corps had gathered to celebrate the defeat of the demon king: pillars, rank and file slayers, kakushi, medics, swordsmiths… the air was crackling with hope and excitement. So, he must have heard wrong, he told himself. There had to be some other explanation.

"Kyojurooo, I mean it. Your dad is so damn hot. Let me be your stepmother."

All his son could do was laugh, his face a deep pink shade.

"He's just so... burly... and... ugh, you know? Please invite him over so I can-."

"I am NOT enabling you to seduce my father!"

"Kyoooojuroooo!"

There was no denying it and it shouldn't have felt as good as it did. He'd met you on a few occasions and he'd remembered your name. You seemed to be a good friend to Kyojuro, and a capable member of his team.

But Ruka had been gone for over a decade, and since her death, Shinjuro hadn't even so much as looked at another woman. But with the demon threat eliminated once and for all, you weren't wearing your face covering, and he really saw you for the first time.

And no, noticing how pretty your eyes and your smile were didn't count. Nor did respectfully noticing the way your Kakushi uniform fit your figure nicely. Or...

His eyes widened.

Oh gods, that absolutely counted, didn't it?

"Come on... You love your little brother... I could give you more little brothers. Dozens of them. Please just one chance, Kyo-."

When Shinjuro finally chanced a glance in your direction, Kyojuro had one hand firmly clamped over your mouth while he raised his shōchū cup to his lips with the other.

A rare smile pulled at the corner of Shinjuro's lips. Being wanted felt good.

Before he had chance to talk himself out of it, he began to walk over to your table. He'd had a few to drink too and the was alcohol bolstering his confidence.

Your startled eyes as Shinjuro approached, and the way you tried to discreetly nudge Kyojuro to alert him... you were so sweet, so funny.

"Father!" Kyojuro greeted him effusively, finally removing his hand from your mouth. "I'm so happy you joined the celebration."

"Of course," Shinjuro said, sitting at an empty spot at the table. "My eldest son helped defeat Muzan. How could I miss it?"

Kyojuro beamed at him, and Shinjuro's heart swelled with pride. He hadn't always been the father his boys deserved, but he was working toward being a better man, and repairing the damage he had done.

But your eyes were fixed on Shinjuro too, and he could feel the heat of your gaze.

"Good evening to you too," he said.

Your cheeks turned a lovely shade of pink. "Good evening, Lord Rengoku."

"Shinjuro," he corrected. "Please."

Gods, your eyes were even prettier up close.

He hadn't tried to flirt with anyone for over two decades. It was a strange sort of feeling, and truth be told, though he'd faced countless demons without feeling the slightest bit nervous, this was a different beast entirely.

"Would you like to dance?" he asked, hoping you didn't hear the waver in his voice.

Your eyes widened at the question... so did Kyojuro's. The boy raised his eyebrows and quickly walked away, leaving you and Shinjuro alone.

Gods, he wasn't prepared for that.

But then you smiled and took his hand, and Shinjuro's heart quickened. Together you walked to the center of the party, where couples were gathered, dancing to the music.

He had no idea what his next move was, but you took care of that. Once you reached the dancing couples you kept walking...

"Wait... where are we going?" He asked.

"To dance." You looked up at him with those pretty eyes and gave him a slanted smile. Wherever you were leading him he couldn't resist following.

He knew the layout of the headquarters well enough to quickly figure it out, and he soon found himself treading a familiar path to the training ground and toward the equipment shed.

His heart began to pound as anticipation coiled in his belly. His breaths became heavier and less satisfying the closer you got to the shed. Your intentions were clear.

"Are you sure about this?" He asked, well aware of his higher status, his larger body, his strength, even though it was abundantly clear that you were in charge.

You led him around the back of the structure, where the moonlight pooled and he could see your hands reaching beneath your kimono and pulling down your underwear. "I'm sure, Lord Ren- Shinjuro... I want you."

"Mmh..." he tried to bite back his groan, but it broke free anyway. It had been so long since he was intimate with anyone, let alone someone new. But Gods, he wanted it. "I want you too. But... it's been a while. You'll have to forgive me if I'm a little sloppy."

You chuckled, pulling at the neckline of his kimono. "I don't care, Shinjuro, give me sloppy."

That was all he needed. He pressed his body to yours, pinning you to the wall of the equipment shed as he kissed you.

His desire, which he had long thought dwindled to ash, ignited at the touch of your lips. He kissed you deeply, his tongue stroking yours, his hands splayed across your jaw. And you were so damned eager, sucking his lower lip and tangling your fingers in his hair, sending tingling bolts of pleasure through his body. He was hard in seconds, his touch-starved body demanding more.

But before he would allow that, he was going to make you cum. Shinjuro wasn't some impatient young buck willing to rut against you for a few minutes until his aching cock was satisfied. He was going to take his damn time and make sure you both got the most out of this.

The former flame hashira got to his knees, lifting the bottom of your kimono and trailing kisses up your thighs. His big, rough hands slid from your ankles to your knees, keeping your legs together.

Your sighs of pleasure and your impatient little whimpers made his cock twitch.

"Shinjuro..."

"Patience," he whispered against the soft skin of your inner thighs. "Don't worry, I'll get you there."

The heat coming off you was intoxicating. You angled your hips toward him; so damn needy and ready. Your clit was already swollen and glistening with your arousal, and that he could not hold back from. He leaned forward, sliding his tongue over your flesh, groaning at the taste of you.

A cry escaped your lips as his tongue lapped at your clit. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, keeping them together and holding you upright as your legs trembled.

"Gods... Shinjuro..."

The desperation in your voice and the taste of your cunt made his cock throb, but as badly as he wanted to fuck you, he wouldn't let that happen until he made you cum. He licked you slowly at first, savoring the taste, drawing out your pleasure, until he felt you bearing down on his tongue, silently begging for more.

He wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked, flicking his tongue over it as you whined and tugged at his hair.

"M-more..." you whispered. "Don't stop. Don't..."

You needn't worry. There was nothing he wanted more than your complete and absolute ecstasy. He sucked and licked at your clit like it sustained him, driving you higher and higher until you cried out, almost collapsing onto him as you pulsed and quivered on his tongue. And when your orgasm subsided, he kissed it like a lover, his cock weeping tears of pre-cum, so desperate to bury himself in the wet heat of you.

"Shinjuro, please fuck me," you begged, putting your hand beneath his chin and tiling his head to face you. You were so goddamn beautiful in the moonlight. His heart was aching almost as much as his cock.

He wasn't about to deny your request. He stood up and kissed you again, melting at the soft caress of your lips as you tugged impatiently at his clothing, hitching your thigh onto his hip, coating the head of his cock in your slick nectar.

A deep, desperate groan rolled through him as your tongue slid against his, tasting yourself and moaning softly. No, there was no holding back now. He was going to fuck you. He had to fuck you.

A moment later he had you hoisted up, your legs wrapped around his waist as he pinned you to the side of the shed and slid his cock into you. The way your mouth fell open at the sensation of him filling you, the way your pussy clenched around him; it was heaven.

"Mm… Is it good?" he whispered, seeking your praise. "Am I making you feel good?"

"Yes!" You cried out in answer, raking your fingernails across his back.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it? Hm?" he growled against your ear. "You were imagining my cock deep inside your pretty cunt, weren't you?"

You nod, and a grin spreads across his face.

Tengen was still shooting off his damn fireworks, but in the silence between each shriek and explosion the night was filled with your gasping breath, your moans, the sound of flesh on flesh as he fucked you hard. You pulled aside the collar of his kimono and kissed his neck, sending sparks of pleasure through his veins.

"Mmh... Gods, I need... oh..." he was incoherent, lost in the sensation of you. His brow furrowed as he focused on his breathing, drawing from his hashira training to regain control. "Are you going to cum for me... one more time?"

"I'm close..."

"Good. Let me feel it. I wanna feel you cum all over my cock, pretty girl." He thrust into you harder, faster, letting his passion take over.

And then you cried out, your pussy pulsing around him as your lips crashed against his. "Shinjuro..."

"That's it," he whispered in your ear. Each throb of your muscles brought him closer and closer. "Oh Gods, yes, you feel so good. So good..." His teeth clenched as his own peak neared. "I'm..."

He pulled out with the intention of spilling his seed onto the ground, but a moment later you were on your knees, your lips around the tip of his cock, licking and sucking as you tugged his aching balls.

"Fuck!" He growled, his hand coming down to grip the back of your head as he came with a grunt. He had to brace himself against the shed to keep from collapsing as you swallowed down his load. "Ohhh.... fffffuck... pretty girl, that's it. Gods... that's it."

It had been so long, so damn long. So many years of denying himself, of thinking misery was the only thing he had left. But you... you made him feel good. Even if just for that moment, you made him feel like the man he thought he'd lost.

You smiled up at him as he tried to get his breath back, still bracing himself against the shed.

"You're something else," he chuckled as you grinned pressed your teeth to your bottom lip. "Something wonderful." He took your hand and helped you to your feet, pressing a kiss to each knuckle. "Thank you."

You balanced on the tips of your toes as you kissed him softly and slowly, your hand resting at the center of his chest. When he pulled back his heart was thundering, because he knew that while this was your first dance, it was by no means the last.

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rhadamanthes · 1 year ago

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In the silvery moolight. Sukuna x reader

word count : 2.4k

warnings: mirror sex ,bitting, spanking, hair pulling, fingering, cum swallowing, established relationship.

Part 2

Moving boxes upstairs, unpacking, doing it all over again. This is the summary of your day, to say that you're exhausted is an understatement. The hot water falling down on your body does a good job at easing your muscles but it makes you sleepy too. Stepping out of the shower you notice you haven't brought your towel. You sight a good night of sleep sounds heavenly right now.

"Sukuna! Can I have a towel please!" you yell through the door starting to shiver as the cold air hits your still damp skin.

The door bursts open revealing your boyfriend with a tired scowl on his face. You internally slap yourself for asking him knowing that he was probably busy assembling furniture somewhere else. He takes a few step draps the towel around your body and starts rubbing your back vigorously. You hum at the sensation and soon enough you feel his head curl in your neck. A deep sigh escapes his mouth and you let your hand trace the tattoos on his back in an attempt to sooth him. You hear a few groan and feel his weight leaning on you more and more proving that he is in fact relaxing.

Moving apartments to live with Sukuna was the easiest decision of your life but it also made you realise how much stuff you accumulate through the years. He's been doing all the handy work and almost crucified you in your seat when you suggested to hire movers so he doesn't get too tired so seeing him like that makes you laugh a bit thinking that it could have been different.

"I have never seen you like that before" you say, chuckling a bit. As a response, Sukuna bites on your neck, hard. You squeal trying to get out of his grasp before he slaps your ass and take a step back to look you in the eyes

``I'm done with the bed get in '' You let out an excited cry as though sleeping on a mattress and not on the cold floor.

"Thank you thank you thank you!" you say covering his face with kisses, running off excitedly to your shared bedroom.

You turn around when you don't hear him follow you and he is now shirtless. You can't help but stare at his defined upper body and the tattoos that adorned it. You want to trace them with your finger, your tongue to bite them. It's been such a long time since you two have been intimate with all the moving process and you realise now how much you miss it.

Before you can process any more thought, Sukuna throws his pants at you with a teasing smirk on his face "We're done for today go to sleep".

By the time Sukuna is done showering you're in bed half seated, looking around the room thinking about how you could arrange it to make it look nice and relaxing.

For now the bed is in the middle of the room as you stacked all of the boxes that need to be emptied next to the walls so Sukuna can properly build the furniture. The only piece of decoration is a mirror that you bought recently at a flea market. It's huge, adorned with gold and almost as tall as your boyfriend ; that's why it's unpacked you're staring at yourself through it right now. Even from a distance you notice the growing eye bag and sigh.

"I thought i said we were done for today" Sukuna says, patting his hair dry "Lay down" His stern tone makes you all giddy but you oblige, putting the cover up to your nose you lay on your side facing him. You're occupying the left side so naturally, the right side is his.

Both under the cover you're facing each other not saying a word but smiling. The tired look he wore before seems to have eased a bit. To see him like that makes you happy knowing that you would for hopefully a very long time. you press your lips against his biting lips slightly.

"Good night boyfriend" you say tracing the tattoos on his face. He turns you around abruptly holding you close to his chest.

"Good night doll" he says, squeezing firmly your breasts. And just like that you fall asleep following the rhythm of his breath.

Your eyes open after what feels like a very light night of sleep. You check your phone for the time 3:29 you sigh. It explains the tiredness, you look at the window. The moonlight gives the room a soft light.Your stomach growling brings you back at why you're awake at such an hour despite being so tired.

The feeling is growing by the second and it gets you wide awake. You can feel your boyfriend's arms around your body. You try to wiggle out of it but he only holds you tighter.

" Sukuna let go please " you whisper he only growls in response. You tap his arms lightly to make him untangle it but he won't budge. "No" he simply states.

"I'm hungry, I'm just going to make something quick" you start to get frustrated. You feel his chest move in a silent laugh behind your back.

"Fridge empty" he simply adds. The asshole still got the nerve to laugh at you half asleep, you angrily push his arm off your body but before you can get out of bed you feel his chest press against your back pinning you to the bed.

Your breath is saccaded due to the fact that he is on top of you crushing you with his weight. You open your eyes and see your reflection in the mirror. He is already looking at you, a cold gaze while both arms cage you against the mattress his nose pressed against your hair . He looks like a cat who caught his prey you gulp at the thought. He has always overpowered you in terms of physical strength but seeing him like that makes you feel some type of way, heat pool at your panties.

"Let me go" you whisper barely audible but he is so close you know he heard you.

Sukuna let his hand go to your hair pulling them in a ponytail passing the lock from one hand to another, his chest vibrating with a deep growl against your back. You hum, closing your eyes at the new proximity. It's been a while that you haven't felt him like that, his whole attention is on you, the tension he applies on your scalp makes you dizzy with need and you can already feel your panties getting wet. He sticks your head to the left side pressing his cheeks against your own

"Open your eyes, look." you oblige, his red orbs instantly catches yours. he push your cheek with his own

"Are you hungry baby" he asks in a disgustingly sweet voice "Yes" you cut short at his little game "Can't it wait tomorrow" he adds grinding his hips against your own never losing the eye contact "No" you respond dryly

"I'm sure it can, to me it look like your hungry for something else hum ?" he coos in your ear.

Even though you're mad at him right now you know that he is right, the turmoil in your belly is what made you wake up but now that he is on top of you whispering in your ears your hunger has moved to your lower belly.

"Right ? Look at you baby you've been deprived for so long I can't even blame you" Cheek still pressed against yours he whisper sweetly caressing your shoulder with his free hand,you shiver at his touch "I'm sorry Sukuna"he shushes you pressing a kiss on your cheek "I'm going to take care of you baby I should have a long time ago"

Taking off his body from yours he rests on his calf now you miss the heat his body provided. before you can complain he lifts your shirt to uncover your panties and he chuckles

"Would you look at that ? Slutty girlfirend wearing lace underwear in the course of a busy moving I'm starting to think that you planned this" his comment makes heat rise to your cheek as you bury your head in the pillow to avoid his gaze. He spanks your bottom "Don't shy out now i want your eyes on me at all time do you understand?" "Yes I do," you answer in a small voice.

Sukuna makes quick work of your underwear and shirt leaving you naked facing the mirror. He positions you on all four pushing your head against the mattress in a way you still can watch him. He spreads your asscheeks running his finger up and down your slit before spitting on it, you flinch at the contact earning a laugh from your lover. You roll your eyes at his antics. Soon his fingers find their way inside your cunt you gasp at the sudden intrusion but relax when you feel the in and out motion of his digits. You start to throw your hips back to meet his thrust eager to feel more.

The image the mirror is displaying is sinful. Both of your bodies are in the light of the moon so you can clearly distinguish the black marks on your boyfriend's body, his brows are knitted eyes travelling between your face and your pussy to admire each of your reactions. He knows your body perfectly and the way he curls his finger has you building up your orgasm quickly. Before you can feel any release he pulls them out, your eyes go wide as you're searching for his eyes in the mirror. You turn around facing him

"Why did you stop i was so close" you cry reaching for his hand, he dirges it to his crotch

"I'm going to come in my pants like an teenager if i don't fuck you right now" you hear the urgence in his voice. The past few weeks must have been frustrating for him too. You capture his lips in a heated kiss to show that you understand before resuming your position.

Sukuna pulls his underwear down eagerly before stroking his cock a few times. You wiggle your ass to gain his interest again, being finally second away from what you've been wanting for weeks. Getting the memo he grabs your side firmly locking his lustful gaze with yours one more time. You both let out a filthy moan when he enters your pussy, it's just the tip and it makes your whole body buzz needing more. He gradually buries his length inside of you making your eyes roll in the back of your head. It's been so long, the stretch makes you feel alive again.Sukuna starts to thrust in and out of you, tightening his grip on your hips .

The empty room echoes with moan grunts and the wet sound of your bodies meeting you feel so slutty right now creaming on Sukuna's cock while you should probably get some rest but the sensation is too good you bury your head in the pillow to muffle your cries. Sukuna's body leans on top of you when he grabs your hair to pull you from the covers. you meet his eyes through the mirror one more time"Say my name baby let them know who you belong to" the tears well up in your eyes at his request.You extend your hands in front of you gripping the sheets. `` Sukuna" you pant "Can't hear you baby" he grunt in your neck "Sukuna! fuck" you moan at his hard thrust "Feel so good" you cry. the tears fall freely from your eyes blurring your vision. You're on edge overwhelmed by what you see and what you feel.

Pulling harder on your hair Sukuna positions you on top of him as he rests on his butt. Bitting on your neck and playing with your tits his head rests just above your shoulder to look at the sweet torture he's inflicting you. By now your fucked dumb on his cock you head resting agaisnt his as you don't have the strenght to hold it on your own. Slick is running down your inner thigh and the new added pleasure he grants you by playing with your chest has you muttering incoherent moans out loud. It gets worse when one of his hands travels south to your mound rubbing at your clit; it feels like an electric shock as he starts bouncing you on his cock again. It only takes a few strokes for your body to spasm against his finally consumed by the pleasure. But he doesn't stop there moving your body up and down like a ragdoll, searching for his own release. His grunts get louder, his thrust sloppier, you know his close.

Suddenly you feel the mattress against your back opening your eyes you see Sukuna thighs encasing your face as he stroke is cock above your head knowing what he is thinking about you open your mouth. His breath is erratic but you still catch the "good girl" he mutters at your obedience.The stream of his cum fill your mouth and you swallow it whole licking your lips when you're done, the taste is gross but it feels weirdly satisfying at the moment. Sukuna breathing is back to normal he caress your cheek a tender gaze directed to you

"This will get you through the night hm ? A dirty midnight snack for my dirty girl" he coos. You lean into his touch kissing his palm

"Thank you Sukuna '' your eyes are getting heavy by the second you finally close them. You hear the sheets ruffles and the cover being pulled over your body. You let out a satisfied hum when the warm body of your boyfriend presses against yours.

The next morning you're on your way out to buy some groceries, closing the door and walking down the hallway when you come face to face with a neighbor, he is tall with jet black hair and emerald green eyes. You notice a scar adorning the corner of his mouth. A playful grin appears on his face when he notices you greet him not knowing if you should introduce yourself. You notice his eyes lingering on your neck when you realise that it's probably littered with bite marks, you gasp in embarrassment rushing to the stairs. You hear a deep from where you left the mischievous neighbour.

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imabeautifulbutterfly · 11 months ago

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Alright, for your event

May I get the song Ordinary Day by Vanessa Carlton, with either Dogma or Fox, please?

And Congrats on your followers!

❤️ - @vodika-vibes

Ahhhh my love, thank you so much for putting in a request. It makes me so happy.

I wrote it with Dogma, simply because I hardly ever write about him, so I hope I did him justice.

I'm not sure if you'll appreciate my interpretation of Ordinary Day by Vanessa Carlton, but I do hope you enjoy this.

Love oo

Ordinary Day

Warnings: feeling overwhelmed, stressed, a little anxious, angsty, fluff, unexpressed feelings, mentions of prison. I think that's it. If I miss anything let me know.

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You sat on the edge of the basecamp just needing to breathe, to find a quiet moment that was surrounded by talking, yelling, screaming (either in pain or otherwise). It was just constant, a constant drone, and all you wanted was silence. It took some time, but you finally found it, here at the edge of the field, as you breathed in the fresh breeze, while looking up at the night sky. Everyone else was running around too busy to actually take a moment to admire the view, and you couldn’t blame them really, there was a battle that needed to be prepared for, medics needed to make sure they had the supplies needed for the eventual loss of life and injuries to be sustained.

You had your own preparations too, as the communications specialists, it was your job to make sure everyone knew what they were doing or where they were supposed to be positioned. However, General Skywalker was kind enough to realize you were on your last tether.

He told you to get lost for at least two hours, and if anyone had a problem with that, well they could just talk to him about it. Although he didn’t look it, he was a really nice and considerate General. Well… some of the time.

You simply closed your eyes, smiling as you felt another burst of fresh breeze brushing against your face.

You couldn’t help it when your smile grew bigger as you heard those familiar footsteps. The sound of his movements were so strict and firm. So Dogma.

“You’re not suppose to be out here”

You tried to fight back your giddiness even though it never worked, “I have special permission to be out here. I’m taking a mental break before I shoot someone.”

There was shifting and you felt rather than saw him sit beside.

Dogma looked at your beautiful face, and despite himself, despite knowing it was against regulations, despite the fact that he could get in trouble for this, he couldn’t pull his eyes away or stop his hand from brushing an errant hair back into place.

“You still shouldn’t be out here alone.”

“I’m not alone, you’re here” you still hadn’t looked at him, because you knew the minute you did, your resolve would crumble and the only emotion in your eyes that would shine as clear as day would be your admiration for him.

“You got me there.” He smirked as he looked at you, “I had that same dream again.” You turned this time to look at him, listening as his eyes held just as much adoration and feeling as your own did, “I was just an ordinary guy, not a soldier, not a clone. I reached over and held your hand, feeling as though this is where I was meant to be. With you, under the stars.”

You felt the heat rush to your face as he kept talking and staring at you with those warm brown eyes, those eyes that said more than his lips ever could.

“Stupid right?”

“No,” you shook your head. “Not stupid.” Your smile widened as you thought of your own sentiments and emotions, “It sounds like a perfectly ordinary dream, an ordinary dream that could be solved just by holding my hand.” You moved your hand towards his, offering it for him to take.

His eyes drifted down to your palm, Maker, how he wanted to reach out and take it, how he wanted to rip off his gloves and feel your warmth against his own skin. But he was a good soldier, and good soldiers followed orders. His gaze shifted and looked up to the stars, “It’s an ordinary dream for an ordinary boy. Not a soldier.” He stood brushing off the dust, “We should head back in, it’s against regulations to be here outside of the camp after dark.”

You focused your eyes away from his and nodded, slowly standing, as your tears fought back against the warm bubble rising. You turned to look at him, but those affectionate eyes were gone and now there was nothing but the soldier.

You jolted from your bed, looking up at the ceiling rafters, as the warm sun spread over your bed. You rubbed your eyes, trying to remember where you were, calming your racing heart, when you heard him clear his throat. You didn’t bother to fight the smile that appeared on your face, as you slowly turned to look at Dogma as he leaned against the door frame.

“Morning, mesh’la. Caf’s ready.” He walked over and placed down your mug on the bed side table, something he did every morning ever since you broke him out of prison and ran away to an outer rim planet.

“Morning, gorgeous”

“Come on, time to start the day.” He smiled as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

You pulled him closer, “I have a better idea.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah, you stay here with me.”

“Hmmm sounds perfect,” he leaned closer, pressing his lips to yours, “like a perfect ordinary day.”

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sloanerisette · 9 months ago

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Fic For Odaiba Day 2024: You Need A Promotion, I Want A Shake Up, So Let's Get Married!

Hello everyone! Happy Odaiba Day! 25 years of Digimon! It's incredible to think about! I'm so happy I've gotten back into this show and this fandom because it's been so wonderful!

I know it's not Odaiba Day in America but it IS Odaiba Day in Japan so I'm going to post the FIRST of my two fics I'm osting for Odaiba Day!

Title: You Need A Promotion, I Want A Shake Up, So Let's Get Married! Summary: A newly 30 Mimi Tachikawa has it all: great friends, her dream career, and tons of fans, but she's missing one thing: a relationship she isn't allowed to have because of an overbearing manager.

Jou Kido is living a simple life: he goes to work at his father's hospital, he comes home, he goes to sleep and does it again. However, pressure from his father has him needing to live up to his lofty expectations to one day secure a promotion that will make all of the work he's done in his life worth it.

When the two of them get in touch after so many years and learn of each other's struggles, they decide on the obvious solution: pretend they're married. Big thanks to Camp Digimonth and zuz-senpai for all the support and excitement for this fic! I'm so happy to have this first chapter out and I hope you all enjoy! I'll post a blurb here under the read more, but you can view the fic on AO3 HERE!

Bright lights shined in her face, which a make up artist was currently patting foundation on. Mimi Tachikawa sat in a chair, curlers in her hair, phone held gingerly in her nicely manicured hands, and she tapped through it and looked through her contacts..

In three days it would be her thirtieth birthday, and she couldn’t be more excited. She was excited to reach a new milestone in her life— not that turning thirty was a particularly big one, anyways— and more than that, she was getting the finishing touches set up for her big birthday party. She rented out a fancy Italian restaurant at one of the nicest hotels in the area, one that had a beautiful view of the bay, and a bunch of her friends would be there to celebrate with her. Though the invites she sent out already were for fellow models who she worked with and became friends with since her late teens and early twenties, an old photo popping up on her phone reminded her of another group of friends she needed to invite. She tried to keep it small at first, but, well, she was Mimi! How could she keep an event like this small when she had so many friends? Especially friends.

And though she hadn’t had a chance to spend as much time with them as she wanted to for years, they were old friends and classmates who meant the world to her: Yagami Taichi, Ishida Yamato, Takenouchi Sora, Izumi Koushiro, Kido Jou, Takaishi Takeru, Yagami Hikari, Motomiya Daisuke, Inoue Miyako, Hida Iori, and Ichijouji Ken.

Twelve extra people was going to be a big ask considering she already had, what, twenty some other people going? But she couldn’t leave them out. It had been a long time since she sat down with most of them, but they were still all friends to some degree.

“Tachikawa-san? I need to apply your lipstick real quick,” the young woman who was doing her makeup told her. Mimi’s eyes flicked up to her and she smiled.

“Of course! What color?” she asked.

“It’s this,” the girl said, holding up a lipstick tube that was colored a beautiful, deep, rich burgundy.

“Oooh, that looks great! Go ahead!”

Mimi puckered her lips, and as the make-up artist started to apply the first coat, she glanced back down at her phone, adding each of them to a group chat. Once the makeup artist finished the first coat of lipstick, Mimi started rapidly firing off messages.

[Tachikawa Mimi]: Hey everyone! It’s Mimi!

[Tachikawa Mimi]: I’m having my 30th bday in a few days! And you’re all invited!

[Tachikawa Mimi]: Sorry for it being so late notice! I’ll send you all the time and location!

She sent the RSVP from her calendar, unable to stop from feeling giddy, practically bouncing in her seat. Her phone immediately buzzed like wild, and she couldn’t wait to check on it after the shoot.

The girl finished the second coat of lipstick, and Mimi looked at herself in the mirror as she then removed the curlers, letting her hair fall down in loose curls and waves.

“Is hair and makeup done?” a man’s voice called from the other end of the room.

“Yup!” the make up artist chirped back. Mimi popped up from the chair. She gave herself a once over, turning to one side, then the other, to appreciate the midnight blue evening gown she had on. Combined with the lipstick and her honey brown hair, she looked like a real stunner, if she said so herself.

“This looks great! You did an incredible job! Thank you so much,” she beamed, before heading over to the set.

#digimon #odaiba day #digimon 25th anniversary #odaiba day 2024 #jyoumi #jou kido #mimi tachikawa #joe kido #sloanefics

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sidipopsicle · 2 years ago

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Heart On Your Sleeves

A short romantic Parfait Cookie x Currant Cream Cookie fic! I gotta sing my Currfait gospel somehow ♡

Pairing: Parfait Cookie/Currant Cream Cookie

Summary: The cute punk fashionista from next door visits the sandwich shop Parfait works at once again! But is this time different, somehow..?

As Parfait Cookie works the front counter of Sandwich Cookie's sandwich shop, a ring resounds from the bell on the front door.

Waking Parfait from her slow-day stupor, she finds herself in front of the nearby up-and-coming fashion designer, Currant Cream Cookie. Most of this cookie's visits are quite pleasant, yet Parfait always notices how quick she is to enter, and quick she is to leave--a bit of an absent-minded busybody in the hustle and bustle of city life. Parfait straightens up, ready to greet another of her fine regulars on such a nice, warm spring day.

"Hi there! What can i get for you, miss?"

"Hello...oh! I saw you working here the other day!"

Parfait smiles and giggles politely. Seeing someone recognize her is very comforting to hear from the regulars of this shop in particular. Usually the customers that come back tend to be friendly, and despite Currant Cream Cookie's punky demeanor, her silly smile defies the dark and dangerous colors she dons.

"Ah, yes! I remember you very well! Umm.....your sandwich last time was.......the Jellymeat Sammy with extra Fresh Greens, yeah?"

"Wow!"

Currant Cream Cookie's eyes widen in surprise.

"Yeah, totally! Its so cool that you remember something that specific!"

"Ahaha, don't mention it. I'm not usually great at remembering things like this, but you live so nearby, umm, that i just thought i should be mindful! Does that make sense?

"Ooh yeah! Definitely makes sense."

Both cookies nod at eachother, happy to have formed a sort of mutual understanding of one another, even if its mainly about the eating habits of a random neighbor....a brief bout of anxious silence runs its course as Currant Cream Cookie has her usual order rung up on the register and swiftly paid for. Her boots clack on the floor as she shifts her weight a bit, somehow...giddy?

"Well, I could probably go sit down now," Currant Cream notes, leaning over and sitting her elbows on the counter as she peers closer, "buuuut while the store is empty, i have something ive GOT to say."

Parfait Cookie's heartbeat quickens a bit with worry. Is this punk rock fashionista upset about something? Is there something on Parfait's face? Is it something else..?

"Your shirt."

"Aah..? Under the apron?"

"Mhm. The rock band shirt."

Currant Cream shifts so she's leaning over the counter cutely with a sudden spring in her demeanor, palms flat on the countertop, her eyes inexplicably shining with a sort of inspired glee that Parfait feels like she understands the feeling of.

"You should come to my shop after work!!!"

"-Eh? Wuhh???!"

"Hehehe~ You heard me!"

Parfait stands shocked, a little confused. What about her shirt prompted this all of a sudden?

"W-what for?"

"Look."

Currant Cream reaches her hand past the counter and pulls ever so gently on Parfait's short sleeve. Parfait Cookie, surprised and with her cheeks flushing pink, briefly stands there like a little deer in headlights. As she gathers her composure and peers down at the sleeve, she notices the fabric is completely torn at the seams. Darn, and to think she believed she got dressed today with no problems...her fave shirt too...

"I could fix that up quick later, free of charge. You need only walk into my studio and say hi. Sounds good?"

Parfait nods, giving a humble smile.

"Punky!! See you later then sammich lady!"

And with that, the cute punk fashionista skips very merrily right out the front doors of whence she came, the same bell from before signifying her exit.

Parfait stands stupefied. Something about that dual-toned hair and sharp fang in her grin was charismatic like no other today...and the way her shoes clacked against the shop's tile as she hopped off, it echoed a bit off the walls and right into Parfait's eardrums, reminding her of a song idea she has yet to piece to fruition. But right as Parfait is imagining a tune or a melody.....

"ORDER UP!!! ONE JELLYMEAT SAMMY WITH EXTRA FRESH GREENS!"

Oh!

Oh, crumbs...

Currant Cream Cookie forgot about her sandwich??!

#parfait cookie #currant cream cookie #currfait #crown punky #parfait x currant cream #parfait cookie x currant cream cookie #cookie run #cookie run ovenbreak #cookie run kingdom #crk #crob #fanfic #fanfiction #people WILL know of their chemistry or so help me god #cookie run fanfic

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toyama-division · 1 year ago

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In Toyama, a certain medical researcher had just arrived home and was prepared to enter his house to get ready for bed after a long's day work. ...Though could it certainly be called 'work' considering he didn't do anything at all today? The pharmacy was closed on account of the holiday, and so he spent his day either visiting Asato and his grandmother, or just lazing around his house. Of course, he could have gone to Shinjuku to harass his good friend, Jakurai, but the physician was out of the city for some reason or other.

So upon returning to his place of residence, Kensaku was surprised to see a package outside of his door addressed to him. Picking it up, the item inside felt hard and looked square-like. Unlocking the door, he walked inside, and opened the package, revealing what was inside.

It was a plaque with a prayer on it. Kensaku blinked at the plaque and read it. He wasn't a particularly religious guy, but still, the gesture was nice. Still, who exactly could have sent this to him? His question was answered via a letter on the back of the plaque.

"To Kensaku-san,

A most joyous and prosperous day to you. I wish you a very happy and Merry Christmas. I hope that this letter finds you in good health. When I was informed that I was your Secret Santa, I send some plants to your home, but as I was shopping one day, I spotted this. It reminded me much of you, so I decided to purchase it for you as a Christmas gift. The gift to spread joy and laughter is a good one. I hope that you will continue to use it well. Again, I wish you a most joyous Christmas, and an even more prosperous New Year.

Sincerely,

Shisuta Heisha"

After taking in both the plaque and the letter, Kensaku could not help but laugh. Loudly, even. Not to jeer or mock the gift, but rather a genuine joyful laugh.

"Miss oblivious nun thinks I got a chance, huh? That's great... I gotta put this in my office tomorrow."

True, he may not be religious, but to know that Jakurai's friend who normally didn't get his jokes thought of him to be worthy of such a gift? He couldn't help but feel giddy at the praise.

"I should show Rashaad actually! Prove to him that someone out there thinks I'm hilarious!"

Setting the gift close to his keys to not forget, Kensaku plodded to his bedroom tapping at his phone with a big (smug) grin on his face.

Thank you for the gift! The nun has given Kensaku bragging rights against everyone who says his jokes suck lolololol

#hypmic #hypnosis mic #hypnosis microphone #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic oc #hypnosis microphone oc #toyama division #eco boon #kensaku morimoto #ueno division #sakurai clan #shisuta heisha #christmas 2023 #secret santa

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spookyserenades · 1 year ago

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Soooo I'm back and i wrote an essay:

Chapter 10

I love the Scooby Doo gang a lot. How Namjoon is eager to learn and help. Also the fact that it brings them together without too many fights 😂

The brewery scene was hot and unexpected. I'm saying unexpected because i kinda hoped she'd go over to the waiter and everyone will be Uhm Ma'am sit yo ass down. But i liked it nonetheless with killer teddy bear being all mrrr. Also, Hobi and miss gorl Alice i see you and you need to either get to it and make us super jealous or nothing at all😭

The surprises for Namjoon and Jimin were so sweet they warmed my heart. The lengths she'll go for them is unimaginable. Like she could've just been like yep there you go a house and food do your thing, but no, she has a big heart.

Now the 3 events. Liked Hobi's, but I'm a lot more inclined towards Yoongi's and Tae's. The fact that be only has eyes for her my love🥹 I want one pls! And then Tae's i get on another level. As an artist myself, i tend to paint people i love a lot, to get the appreciation back is absolutely ecstatic. Also very touchy touchy sir i see you too👀

And then the cliffhanger, bad Dana. Very bad.

Chapter 11

I need to know how the fight went down between them 3. Like air, Dana, I'm telling you! Poor Hobi, he probably thought he's getting kicked out 🥺

Kookie kookie kookie, you are more smitten than we thought you were. Hiding it under the I needed to scent, oh Jin will be a pain. Shut up you lil bastard 😏

And the scenting? I was so giddy...give us more pretty please ☺️

WE HAVE MORE HORSES! Are we also getting a y/n ride scene? It doesn't have to be a horse tho 👀

OMG good job Hannah! Oh i'm happy she is getting a better life. Can't wait to meet her. 🤭🫢😧😐😒Scrap that! Hannah is competition.

Oop jumpscare! Yoongi baby you are wearing JK's personality and that doesn't suit you.

Oh babies🥺🥺🥺

Oh what? Question mark? The bar is...what? Very cryptic. Ok.. Yoongi you locked the door you didn't make the room soundproof. Did they talk about sharing her between themselves? Cuz I'd like to read that as well 😏

Ooop like a sack of potatoes. Uuuuu, are we ever honna see y/n extra super drunk like at that bar?

NOOOO FUCK! YOU ARE SO EVIL WOMAN WHYYYYY?😭😭😭😭

Hiii love nice to hear from you again!! Hope you're well, I can't wait to discuss your thoughts about the last two chapters with you! 💞💞

Chapter Ten -

fdsjfdsjf the Scooby Doo gang I love that!!! MC, Joonie, and Jeongguk make quite the little paranormal investigation squad, I'm definitely looking forward to writing some more adventures the trio will go on with their ghostbusting interests. AHH and the brewery scene was so fun, they hybrids getting to go out and have a good time with MC and Alice was really exciting for me to write. I did play with the idea of MC flirting with the waiter as well, but in the end I wanted to display some of Taehyung's growing possessiveness. Besides-- MC definitely has her hands full with the seven of them! As for Hoseok and Alice *evil laughter* 💀 there are some plot lines that I have planned surrounding those two... we're just going to have to wait and see how it pans out (and how MC will react to it!!!)

MC is just ahhh I want her to adopt me fhdksf like her gift giving skills are unmatched. She really wants all of the hybrids to feel at home and like they have their own belongings, spaces, etc. that make their lives more happy and comfortable. She really really cares for them all 🥺

Hehehe the three events~ for Hoseok's track meet, it was a sort of supportive bestie vibe, whereas Yoongi's and Tae's had a bit more of a romantic feel to them. Tae.. my goodness he probably sees MC as his muse or something, because she's the one who encouraged her to participating in the photography club in the first place. I hope he continues to take pics of her and make friends in the club, as well. He's such a sweet boy, he definitely could use some buddies.

rjGFJDGHD BAD DANA!! I can't help myself with the cliffhangers hehe I'm sorry love!!! 🤭

Chapter Eleven -

So the little spat between Hoseok and Jeongguk... We've seen Hoseok's sort of jokester personality, and I really think he wasn't trying to start anything, but with Jeongguk already on edge needing to scent her again, things got a little heated between those two. Joon, not wanting to upset MC like he had during The Incident (with Tae), played the part of peacemaker, which I think shows how willing he is to change and grow for MC. I think you're right, Hoseok was probably entertaining the idea that MC would be angry enough at him to "kick him out", but MC would never. 😭

AHH and Jeongguk. What a tease!!! I definitely think that he is starting to grow more fond of MC, even though he is a bit reluctant to show it. For some reason, too, he seems to sense how fond Seokjin is of MC, so often brings up his own concern for MC and covers it up by blaming Seokjin hehe....

I do plan on having some horseback riding scenes!! Of course, with our cowboy Jimin, maybe we'll get to see him teach MC how to ride also I see what you did there wink wonk ;)

Hannah!! Good news for her, good news for Seokjin, but MC is already feeling a little jealous. I wonder how things will go down when MC takes Seokjin to meet up with Hannah...

Yoongi being a little impatient and brisk with MC made me upset, too, especially since he's always been one of the softer ones with her. That's probably why MC could sense something was wrong. As for them talking about sharing her, that's certainly a drabble idea, but also, I'm toying with the idea of having it sort of an unspoken agreement between all of the hybrids... we'll see how I decide in the future!!!

SO! When I finally get around to all of the prequels, I plan on having that scene with MC at the bar with Yoongi. Something to look forward to in the future-- his prequel, Fire, Walk with Me. ❤️‍🔥

fjkdszkjfzsjd SORRY FOR BEING EVIL!!! But also thank you for sending me all of your lovely thoughts. Sending you hugs, bestie!! 😘

#asks #trouvaille #dana's thoughts

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dalmascan-requiem · 11 months ago

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Tempestuous Rubato: Sake

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A well-earned respite, and feelings that needed to be said.

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Read on AO3 or keep reading after the jump

content warnings: alcohol and drunkenness

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IRL it is a stressful ass month for me, so I wanted to take a break from the drama and angst of Resistance to have a fluffy sappy moment with the boys. :)

"The sake… is good."

Kris tries unsuccessfully to suppress a giggle. The statement was simple enough–but seeing as Laurent bobbed his head, seemingly unable to keep it upright as he regarded him, it was easy to tell the man was undeniably drunk.

"It is quite good, my love. And perhaps a little strong…" Kris couldn't deny that his own head felt a bit fuzzy from the alcohol. He always had a high tolerance, but it had been years–decades, even–since he could last indulge. Perhaps an occasional drink here or there, but… after Ishgard…

Kris shook away the dark thought. That was in the past–a lot of things were in the past, but all that mattered was now. Bozja had been successful in their rebellion, and Dalmasca would soon follow. Even more important, though, was that they were together again. Maybe that's the source of my giddiness rather than the sake.

Though he couldn't help to admit the sake was easy to drink, maybe too easy. Before he realized it, they'd gotten through two bottles, and the waitresses almost tempted him into buying a third. They sure know what they're doing. No doubt they're used to lightening heavy coinpurses–

Kris's thoughts are interrupted when he hears a mumble and notices Laurent staring at him. "I'm sorry, I didn't hear you…"

"Your cheeks. They're red. It's cute." Laurent leans forward to poke one of his cheeks, but jabs rather suddenly (and painfully) into Kris's chest instead.

Ow! Gods, how is he still this strong while this drunk… Kris gives a strained smile as he grabs Laurent's hand, interlocking their fingers in an attempt to stop any future jabs. "My love, perhaps… we should head back to the inn for the evening."

"The inn? Why–oh, the inn. Of course. I understand." Laurent gives Kris a side glance that tells him that he is very much misunderstanding the situation. "Yes, let's get back to the inn. To relax."

"...That isn't what I–" Oh, forget it, whatever gets Reyna into the room and asleep. "...Yeah. Sure. Let's get back then. Can you walk?"

***

"This is nice."

"Is it now?" Kris looks down inquisitively at the Viera he was carrying. "You like being carried because you drank too much and now you can't walk?"

"Hm." Laurent is silent for a moment before responding. "Yes! I feel safe. You've gotten so strong! And you're warm."

Kris chuckles. "Well, it is a bit chilly tonight. Worry not, though, we're close to the inn."

Laurent nods, and silence falls over them once again. It doesn't take long for Kris to notice something was off, however. "What's wrong, my love?"

"I… I just… missed you."

Oh… Kris frowns slightly. "I'm so sorry–"

"No! No, I don't need–don't want you to apologize." Laurent leans his head against Kris's chest. "I missed you, but I'm happy now. That we can have this."

Laurent huffs lightly before continuing. "I could never be truly mad at you, anyway. Not forever. Everything you went through… I can't say I wouldn't have done the same. I'd do nearly anything to protect you, Eir. Even now. Especially now."

Kris sighs and gives Laurent a light squeeze. "You've sacrificed enough for me, Reyna."

"They weren't sacrifices. Not if they meant waking up next to you."

"You're quite the romantic when you're drunk, aren't you?"

"I'm not drunk–"

"Oh? Should I put you down so you can walk the rest of the way?" Kris smiles down at Laurent, who crosses his arms in a huff, not responding. Undeniably romantic… and adorable. Alcohol always shows people who you really are…

After a moment, Kris gently kisses Laurent's forehead. "Thank you, Reyna, for everything. You… you mean the world to me." He gives a warm smile before looking up "

"Now then… I do need you to walk a bit. I may be strong, but I can't carry you up the inn's stairs."

Laurent chuckles, a playful look crossing his features. "Oh, of course, can't use all of your energy before we… relax, right?"

…He won't stop with this, will he…

***

Kris opens his eyes when he hears a slight groan at his side. With a soft laugh, he turns and wraps Laurent in his arms. "Good morning, my love. How are you feeling?"

Laurent is silent for a moment before responding in a miserable tone. "I'm dizzy. I suppose I've felt worse, though."

"Well, you did drink a lot of sake, Reyna. I'd be more concerned if you woke up feeling fine."

"Mm." Laurent is still for a moment, then starts fidgeting under the blanket. "...Where are my clothes?"

"Ah, you… you very much wanted to take them off last night. Said you were hot. Or I made you hot. Something like that."

"That sounds like something you'd say, Eir."

"Do I really sound like that?" Laurent didn't respond, which spoke volumes. Maybe I should tone it down… "W-well, you're the one missing your clothes, Reyna. But, should you like to retrieve them from around the room, I can fetch something to make you feel–"

"Wait." Laurent grabs one of Kris's hands before he leaves the bed. "...Can we just… stay like this for a few moments longer?"

Kris smiles and settles back into bed. "Of course, my love. Anything for you."

#ffxiv fanfiction #ffxiv fic #ffxiv oc #my oc #final fantasy 14 #final fantasy xiv #ff14 #ao3 #series: tempestuous rubato

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