#ME HOOTING AND HOLLERING AT THEIR FIRST PROPER KISS

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@rgtag sent: 💋 giving sonic that amy smooch she deserves!

Sonic really couldn't believe it was happening. She should have, of course, she was the one that finally fell for Amy in turn, but suddenly it seemed like oh-so-much yet not enough all at once. Holding hands as the new year was drawing near, staring up at the sky together - haven't broken away from the party for this moment - and suddenly it was Sonic again that was the blushing sheepish one of the two.

There's a glance to Amy, who beamed up at her like the sun was still in the sky and Sonic felt like her heart was ready to burst clean out of her chest. A giggle bubbling up out of her despite herself. They'd kissed before, of course, heck they'd been living together for months now, but it was still so.. new.

"Sorry, Ames, I'm just- gosh, I'm nervous for some reas-"

She doesn't get to finish, of course, as the counting down of numbers drew to the climax, and suddenly Sonic felt her legs being swept from under her. A gasp, before she's naturally caught by her beloved in one smooth motion while she drew closer down to her as the fireworks whistled through the air.

It certainly wasn't how either of them likely envisioned it going, of course, but all Sonic could do was stare in awe up at her beloved Amy before lips met with the burst of colors in the dark sky. It was all the hedgehog could do to wrap arms around Amy to help support herself amidst the kiss, dazed and absolutely starstruck.

She's not even sure when lips parted - how long the two had stayed embraced so, still staring up at Amy like this was the first time with lights sparkling in her eyes as they reflected the night sky above. Could barely feel if she was breathing, staring up at that wide smile and hearing that elated little giggle from Amy. A quiet little "You okay?" coming from her love as all Sonic could do was start giggling all over again as well.

Because this was, again, the first of many and many more. They'd get to do this again and again and again. Because they were TOGETHER and that was always going to be true. Something that made her own smile so bright as she stared up at Amy.

"I'm fantastic." she got out, breathless and unwilling to stop being held.

Sonic certainly understood now why the other always wanted these moments being held to last so long - even as there's an eep as Amy seemed to catch on and complied with a scoop of legs to lift her up fully. Which only made it all the easier for the two to kiss once more while the lights still sparkled in the sky.

[obsolescent]

Große Füße

Requested: "Not sure if you write könig but you can’t tell me this wouldn’t be a könig x reader moment"

Author's Note: Trying something new with my asks! Ask is located at the end! My first little piece for König, enjoy ♡ Also got to put my little headcanon of him with long auburn hair hehe.

It’s cleaning day in your home. The time where the house gets turned upside down and floor to ceiling is made spotless. You’re preparing to sweep the hardwood floors, picking up any items or larger pieces of trash before doing so.

Walking by the mudroom, you notice that König had left a pair of sneakers laying beside the back door. Going to pick them up and put them in the proper place, you stop and notice the quite large size difference between the shoes and your feet.

Moving your foot closer to compare just how much of a difference there is, you get an idea. Giggling to yourself, you slip the shoes on. The immense amount of room left in them is mind boggling to you, feeling like a clown stepping around in them.

Hardly containing your laughter, you make your way to where König is, seated on the couch playing a video game. His long, auburn hair is pulled back into a ponytail, cerulean eyes focused on the screen. Though once you enter his field of vision, he pauses the game, eager eyes landing on your figure.

He sees your face, red with restrained laughter and cocks his head, about to ask if you’re alright when he glances down at your feet. There’s a moment of silence between you two before an eruption of hysterics, both hooting and hollering at the display.

“Schuhe–die zu groß–für Ihre Füße–sind–,” He gets out between gasps of breath. “Liebenswert!” He stands up and makes his way over to you, still giggling. “Wanna see me walk in them?” You ask, wheezing from your own laughing fit. He nods, before you start trying to walk in them, only being able to slide against the floor with them on, at risk of the shoes falling off your feet if you leave the floor. 

Guffawing, bending over and holding his hands on his knees, König seems to be finding much amusement in your display. Before you can get too far, though, he’s wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you into the air, into a bear hug. The shoes slip right off your feet, but not worried about them any longer, you turn your head to kiss his cheek. “Liebling, you bring much enjoyment to my life,” He says, still chuckling with tears in his eyes. “I try to keep it lively around here, keep you on your feet,” You reply. He kisses the top of your head and sets you back down.

“Alright Bigfoot, wanna help me finish cleaning the house?” You ask, picking up his shoes to take back to their rightful place. “Ja, of course, mein liebe,” He answers, following you.

Ask:

[queenofbaws]

I mean if your looking for injury prompts... I'll take one “Okay. Okay, here’s what we’re gonna do—fuck.” for what ever ship or characters or fandoms floats you little boat right now 💖

In the story he'd tell later, the Seeker pacing before him wearing a scowl heavier than all that Chantry-issued armor of hers, there'd be applause. It would be raucous and wild, interspersed with high, thrilled whistles and whoops from the audience and combatants alike. The throne room would glow with moonlight and the glint of steel raised high. And the Champion? The Champion would be resplendent in her regalia, in her victory; she would stand at the foot of the Viscount's seat with her arms up and out, waiting until the proper number of eyes were upon her to take a nimble yet exaggerated bow.

But tonight, Varric had no way of knowing that. Tonight, all he knew was dread.

Because when the screaming stopped and the terrified weeping began, when the last of the honor guard lay twitching and dying on the floor, he felt for the first time the stillness that had stolen over the keep, and realized its cause. The Arishok had fallen, true, but so had Hawke.

And she wasn't getting up.

In the story he'd tell later, his slow smirk a calculated guard against the knife at his throat, they'd all be there. The whole lot of them, swaggering and smiling, clapping each other on the backs even as they waved. Rivaini would be blowing kisses to the crowd, dropping lascivious winks to the ones shouting loudest; Blondie would be patching up whatever bump or bruise he could find; Choir Boy, Maker be praised, would not be there at all.

But tonight, Aveline was grey-faced and grim. She saw him coming and turned with a soldier's precision, barking unnecessary orders to keep the horrified looky-loos away - away from the scene, away from the blood, away from the corpses.

Tonight, Daisy had her hands splayed over the shallow rise and fall of Hawke's chest, the glow of her magic too dim for his liking, dark blood pooling at her knees as exhaustion gathered in her eyes.

Tonight, Hawke had not yet been named Champion. Tonight, Hawke had no as-named regalia. Tonight, Hawke was a street thug, an underground menace in secondhand leathers, the sort of hardknock scrapper Kirkwall bred like a rancorous Broodmother. Tonight, there was no legend attached to Hawke's name, she was just Hawke - his partner, his friend, his confidante, his better half, his worse half, his springboard, his voice of reason, the devil on his shoulder, all that remained.

And she just kept bleeding.

In the story he'd tell later, watching with well concealed disdain as the Seeker's eyes grew wider and wider, as her fingers clenched tighter and the vein in her neck gave away the racing of her heart, he'd say the jokes were never-ending, that the first words out of Hawke's mouth as the Knight-Commander grimly thanked her for doing what was, in essence, her own duty, were a snappy little quip that had the audience hooting and hollering for more.

Tonight, it was Daisy who spoke first, eyes wide when they met his, one moment shining furiously with hope, the next flat with abject terror. "She's breathing," she said, her inflection brittle, upward, uncertain. "She's--she isn't..."

Hawke's eyes didn't open, not even to flutter, but her mouth fell into the shape of a wince as she took a deeper breath than the one before. "I can hear you," she breathed - wheezed, really - then flexed her fingers as though if only to prove she could. "Aveline too. For a moment there...almost thought it was Mother...ushering me to the other side." Her wince deepened as she moved something she shouldn't've, and the strength went out of Varric's legs. "Foolish me, I suppose. Mother never...yelled with that much...affection."

"Okay," he heard himself saying as if from very, very far away, "okay, here's what we're going to do. We--fuck." It all collapsed on him at once; the blood, the stink of death thickening around them, the realization they were not immortal, not a single one of them, and despite all the scrapes they'd narrowly managed to squeeze their way out of, there was a very real, very terrifying possibility that Hawke would never again saunter her way through the door of his suite at the Hanged Man and demand to be put on his tab.

But then there was a hand on his - cool and bloody and far too light, but aware and animated and alive. "Flattered, darling, truly. Perhaps...not in front of the hoi polloi, hm? Imagine the...ugh...the gossip tomorrow."

Daisy's head snapped up again, her breath catching as she spoke. "She's making jokes! If she's making jokes, she can't be hurt that badly, can she?"

In the story he'd tell later, she wouldn't be.

Tonight, though...tonight she was.

He lied anyway, folding Hawke's hand up in both of his, praying the boots he heard rushing towards them were Anders's and not another hapless Templar's. "That's a good point, kid," he said to Merrill, praying too that if he told the story loudly enough, that would somehow make it true. "No one makes jokes when they're hurting. She's probably fine."

In the story he'd tell later, she would be.

But then, of course, in the story he'd tell later, she always was.

[specialinterestshows]

Had a lot of fun writing this section of my Rhea Ripley x lady!reader fic!

Warnings for this section: Social anxiety, blood, cannabis (weed)

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Absolute Smokeshow (Part 17 of ?): The Rhea Ripley Effect

Voices murmured to each other in the dark. You could hardly see three feet in front of you. Faintly, talk-show music started up, as if far away. As it got louder, the lights above you started to turn on slowly, growing brighter with the crescendo. Soon, a cacophony of music and chatter pelted your ears as the harsh lights flooded your eyes.

“Welcome to… The Grayson Waller Effect!” A voice booms, “With your host… Grayson Waller!” Letting your eyes adjust to the light, you look around to find yourself leaning on the ropes at the edge of a ring, a table and two chairs in the middle and what seemed like an unnecessary number of plants surrounding the furniture. The titular host came down toward the ring from somewhere in the audience, microphone in hand. He ducked and squeezed between the ropes, hitting the mic a few times on the way in. You clapped your hands over your ears, wincing at the sound of the feedback.

Grayson Waller waves you over to the seats, sitting down. A groan escapes you, but you find yourself walking through the small forest of plants to sit at the table.

“Hello, everyone! I know it’s going to be difficult, but I need you to take your attention off me for just a brief moment! Instead, I want you to focus on this voracious woman to my right” - he gestures in your direction - “I’m sure you all remember her?”

The audience booed and your anxiety rose.

“Oh come now, you really are too mean!” Grayson addressed the audience, “We’re here to get the inside scoop on Rhea Ripley‘s brutality in the bedroom from her former- sorry, what’s the proper term? Girlfriend? Lover?”

It was suddenly too warm. You lean forward once you notice a microphone at your seat, “Hold on, I’m not going to kiss and tell-“

“Confirmation: there was kissing!” Grayson announced loudly to the audience, to mixed responses, “Tell me, how far did you go? And, uh” - he leans closer to you - “Are Aussies your type?” - a wink thrown in your direction - “Don’t worry, you can tell me.”

The crowd hooted, hollered, and whistled as your face grew ever warmer. How were you going to get out of this situation? Who booked you for this interview?

“I tried to get the Eradicator herself here for the interview,” he continued, not waiting for a verbal response, “but she said the break-up was - and I quote - “too messy” for her to want to discuss it” - the crowd booed and Grayson held up one hand - “I know, I know” - he turned to you again - “Tell me, did you suspect Rhea was just stringing you along before going back to Dominik Mysterio?”

Did you suspect what?

“I mean she said she isn’t even attracted to women, didn’t she?” he kept going, “Were there signs? Should we be expecting a challenge against Dominik Mysterio? When will-“

Your knuckles hit the wall next to your bed, waking you up as you let out a pained whine. Rhea shifts next to you, mumbling something unintelligible. Seeing her asleep in bed made it easier for you to disconnect yourself from the stress dream and come back into reality. You touch the place where your hand hit the wall and feel a cold sensation, like water, on your knuckles. Doing your best not to wake Rhea, you carefully crawl out of bed and into the bathroom. It’s only after you close the door that you flip the switch, wincing at the light that flooded your eyes.

Upon looking down, you see your knuckles are a bit bloody, but nothing profuse. After gently washing your hands, you rinse and try to remember where you kept the first-aid kit. Drying your uninjured hand completely, you open and close a few drawers and look behind several toiletries before finding the kit. The gauze, wrapping, and antibiotic ointment danced in one hand and onto the other as you contemplate your dream. Your subconscious wasn’t even trying to be subtle, was it?

Wound wrapped, you put away the first-aid kit and turn off the light, waiting for your eyes to readjust to the darkness before opening the door. Your heart was still racing a bit from residual anxiety and the alertness that comes from unexpectedly seeing your own blood. Walking quietly to the couch, you pull out your bong and take a seat. The bowl is still half-packed. You light it, watching the embers burn steadily. Clearing the piece, you set it aside, along with your lighter, holding the hit in as long as you could. Once you exhaled fully, you sat up again, wanting to make sure you were in bed and next to Rhea when you fell back asleep. As you crawl back over the sheets, the powerful yet elegant form next to you startles, letting out a sleepy “hmm? Babe?” and moving to sit up slowly.

“Hey, gorgeous,” you whisper, getting under the covers. You plant a kiss on her shoulder.

“You okay?” she mumbles, gently rubbing your arm with one hand.

“I’m fine,” you assure her, “Just a bad dream. Cuddle me?”

“Yesssss,” Rhea responds, pulling the blanket up a bit further before lying down again, arms snaking around you. She pulled you close and kissed the top of your head, knees curling up to meet the back of your legs. The warm breaths that fell on your neck slowed steadily as Rhea’s muscles relaxed, letting her full weight lean on and against you. The pressure was calming and soon you were also drifting off again. The last thing you remember is hoping that if you dreamed again, you would dream of being in her arms, just like this.

[end part seventeen of ?]

Part 18: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/724944642506899456/absolute-smokeshow-part-18-of-smoke-you

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Tag List (thank you!)

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(ao3)

The day starts out pretty unremarkable. Dean wakes up at the crack of dawn to Cas slipping out of bed for his morning jog. He pulls him down for a good-morning kiss that turns into a make-out session that turns into them trading lazy handjobs and then falling asleep in each other’s arms again. 

Their actual start to the day is around ten AM, when Cas finally gets up for his jog and Dean gets up for his cereal and a scroll through the morning news. He’s on the look for hunts, mostly out of habit since there’s been very little monster activity since Chuck went and fucked off for good. He doesn’t find anything this morning but that’s hardly a surprise. It’s been a couple of weeks since they’ve been out on a hunt and that inactivity, weirdly enough, is starting to bother him less and less. 

Cas comes back from his jog about an hour before noon and with the mildest of prodding convinces Dean to join him in the shower. Afterwards, they throw together a lunch made from yesterday’s leftovers, taking their time eating and playing footsie under the table, because that’s apparently the kind of couple they are.

Usually by this time of day, Cas would be off in the Men of Letters’ library working on translations or cataloging and Dean would be on the phone helping Garth help out young, out-of-their depth hunters or in the garage, working on one of the beautiful but sadly neglected vehicles left behind there decades ago. 

Today, both of them are seemingly feeling kind of lazy and so hardly any work gets done. It’s not until late in the afternoon that Dean feels the urge to do something productive and suggests they go out for groceries, which Cas readily agrees to. 

The ride into town is quiet. Cas plays his mixtape - the damn thing should be worn out by now and Dean should  long since be sick of it but for reasons too sappy to mention he isn’t - and they sit and listen in comfortable silence. It’s not until they pass the town hall on their way to the supermarket that Cas gets a contemplative look on his face.

“Should we get married?”

Only years of experience behind the wheel prevent Dean’s hands from twitching wildly and veering them into oncoming traffic.

“What.”

Cas looks over, frowning. “I’ve been thinking about this for a while. Is there any reason for us not to get married? We’re already planning on staying together for the rest of our lives.”

“Is there any reason-” Dean wheezes. “What the fuck, Cas? Is this your idea of a proposal?”

“Are you saying no?” Cas asks, mildly curious, as if they’re talking about the fucking weather and not getting married. “Because we don’t have to.”

Dean stares ahead, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. “Are you actually asking?”

“I suppose I am.”

“You ‘suppose’,” Dean mocks. “Gee, Cas, that’s real romantic.”

“Will you marry me?”

Dean pulls over. It’s far too sudden, probably leaving tire tracks in the concrete, and the driver behind them honks his horn loudly as he passes. Dean ignores him, taking a deep breath as he finally turns to face Cas. 

“Are you sure?”

He doesn’t really have to ask - Cas wouldn’t have brought it up if he wasn’t sure - but he needs to hear it. 

Thankfully, Cas seems to get that. “I want to marry you, Dean. Do you want to marry me?”

“Son of a bitch,” Dean breathes. “I mean - yes. Yeah, I do.”

Cas nods decisively. “Alright then. Now?”

“Now?”

It’s not exactly how Dean imagined this scenario would go (not that he - shut up) but it’s somehow the most romantic fucking thing that’s ever happened to him since Cas first told him he loved him. And hey, this time no one had to die!

They turn around, since there’s no point in going in without (forged) birth certificates. Once they get to the town hall, shortly before closing, they find out that it’s a three-day mandatory waiting period between applying for a marriage license and them actually being allowed to get married.

Cas suggests they use the interim time to pick up wedding rings. They wind up spending the next day driving to Topeka, where they find a couple of silver rings in a pawn shop. They’re tarnished but otherwise in good condition and once they get home, Dean spends the rest of the evening cleaning them while trying very hard not to think about just what they’re for.

The second day, Cas spends out back tending to his garden while Dean almost dials Sam’s number repeatedly before hanging up, torn between wanting to let his brother know that he’s getting married and not wanting to jinx it.

The third day, they head back into town. They arrive at the town hall just after it opens and it’s not until they’re standing in front of the clerk that Dean realizes they don’t have any witnesses. The clerk assures him that they don’t need one for civil ceremonies and the next ten minutes pass in a blur until Dean is being prompted to place the ring on Cas’ finger.

He does so with shaking hands, stilled only once Cas places one of his own on top and gives Dean a patient smile. He’s this calm for a reason, Dean finally realizes.

This doesn’t change anything.

Married or not, they’ve already promised themselves to each other for the rest of their lives. Til death do them part doesn’t even begin to describe it, and in sickness and in health is almost laughable at this point.

This really doesn’t change anything.

Dean’s own hand is still as Cas takes his turn, sliding the silver ring upon Dean’s finger. They say their “I do”s when prompted by the clerk, exchange a short, firm kiss, and just like that it’s over.

They’re married. 

*

When Jody invites them to dinner about a week later, they still haven’t told anyone. Sam and Eileen will be there as well as Jack and the girls - it’s a regular family reunion and the perfect chance to announce the big news to everyone.

Dean has a better idea.

“Let’s not tell anyone,” he says. “At least, not before dessert. Let’s see if they notice first.”

They’re in the Impala, about half an hour away from Jody’s place. 

Cas shoots him an amused look. “Is this because Sam claimed he always knew we’d get together when we first told him we were involved?”

“No,” Dean lies. He drums his fingers on the steering wheel, seeing Cas still giving him that look from the corner of his eye. “Fine, yes. But he didn’t know, for the record. He just likes to pretend he’s always on top of this shit.”

“He doesn’t like to admit when you’ve surprised him,” Cas agrees.

The conversation ends there but Dean’s plan is apparently agreed upon since once they arrive at Jody’s, Cas doesn’t say a word about their recent relationship upgrade. Jody doesn’t seem to notice anything different, but then Dean didn’t expect her to. She’s not the one they spend most of their time around. Neither do Donna, Alex, Claire or Kaia, none of them surprises. Patience, Dean is less sure about, but she at least doesn’t say anything. Her eyes do linger unusually long but that could mean anything.

Damn psychics.

Sam and Eileen arrive half an hour after Dean and Cas, Jack in tow. This is the real test; Sam and Dean may not spend as much time together in the past few months as they did in the years before but he’s still the person who knows Dean best and would be the most likely to notice a difference.

And yet, nothing.

Dean tries not to feel too smug.

They go through dinner without anyone mentioning it. Dean makes a point of reaching across the table as many times as he can, showing off the ring glinting on his finger. Cas must notice him doing it, judging by the fond exasperation on his face, but he’s the only one.

It isn’t until dessert that Patience breaks, patience (hah) clearly run out:

“Is no one going to mention that Dean and Castiel are wearing wedding rings?”

And all hell breaks loose.

Sam is wounded - mostly over Dean and Cas not telling him before they got married, though Dean can tell some part of it is his pride at not seeing this coming - but he’s over it soon enough, once they explain that it wasn’t a big deal, not some proper ceremony, just a quick affirmation of what they already knew.

“See if I make you Best Man at my wedding after this, jerk,” Sam tells Dean.

“Your wedding?” Eileen asks pointedly. 

Jody and Donna offer their congratulations before the conversation can get awkward, and Kaia, Alex, and Patience chime in with theirs as well. Jack looks confused at the whole proceeding, finally asking whether this means there won’t be any bouquet to catch, which only means Dean has gravely failed him in his pop culture education (oh, who’s he kidding, as if half the romcoms Jack has watched didn’t come directly from the recommended tab on Dean’s Netflix account). 

Finally, with a pointed elbow from Kaia and a hangdog expression from Cas, Claire mumbles that she’s happy for them. While Dean doesn’t doubt that’s true he also knows that this is more complicated for her than the rest of them, and for the first time he kind of feels guilty about springing this news on everyone. 

It doesn’t last long, not after Donna cheerfully raises her glass and proposes a toast to the happy couple and everyone else follows suit. They chant for them to kiss and, blushing outrageously, Dean complies, leaning over to press a quick kiss against Cas’ lips. 

“So, who proposed?” Sam asks once the hooting and hollering has calmed.

“Cas did,” Dean says, slinging an arm around his husband’s - his husband’s - shoulders. “And it was the least romantic proposal of all time, you should’ve heard him.”

Cas rolls his eyes. “If I had left it up to you, we never would have gotten married.”

“He didn’t even give me time to pick out flowers,” Dean informs Sam gravely. 

“There’s always the vow renewal,” Cas says, the casual statement managing to sound like a threat, and Dean shuts up. 

The conversation moves on, the mood noticeably cheerier. As Jack and Sam launch into a story of their most recent hunt, Dean leans against Cas.

“We could have flowers, if you want,” he mutters. 

Cas smiles at him, so bright and easy that it makes Dean’s heart stutter. He takes Dean’s hand, rubbing his thumb over the cool silver of Dean’s ring.

“That’s not necessary,” he says. “I’ve got everything I want right here.”

[peach-the-owl]

Rescued

Part 2 of Taken

Child of the Nein (Mighty Nein & Child!Reader)

I really hope this turned out as well as I imagined it to

Jester

You were honestly surprised to see your old caretaker again after so long, ever since that scuffle near Nicodranas you never did know what happened to them when they disappeared, forgetting about those worries when you met Jester not too long after. Yet here they were, after accidentally wandering away from Jester they come out of nowhere and whisk you off to who knows where, and they seemed to be in a hurry about it too. Throughout their little road trip you hoped that every turn or small stop would reveal Jester waiting to rescue you along with the rest of the Nein, sadly this wasn’t the case. Had you bothered to pay proper attention you’d know which city you were approaching but being dragged off the cart and through a variety of underground tunnels didn’t really help pinpoint things for you. You finally stop but at this point you'd decided to just keeping your eyes to the ground trying not to let fear take control over you.

"Alright! Here they are, just like I’d promised." Your caretaker, though now you scoff at the idea of this person ever caring for you, roughly pulls you forward into view, you keep your eyes on the ground. "Sooo… everything should be settled now, right? My debts payed and I’m free to go?" There’s a silence that feels like it lasts an eternity before a new voice, one you recognized speaks.

"The 'special cargo' you mentioned was… this child?" You peek up from your position and are shocked to see that the person your caretaker was negotiating with was none other then the Gentleman. He didn’t look surprised to see you but you hoped that was just so he could keep up with his appearance, you look to him with pleading eyes hoping that he could help you and you think you see a slight change in his expression as he leans over to whisper to one of his associates. When he’s done they hurry off somewhere and he turns his attention back to you. "And you speak the truth when you say they don’t have other connections or family?"

"Goodness no, this little thing has never been with anyone else but myself the whole time." They reply with a laugh, making you scowl at them. The Gentleman narrows his eyes and their laughter dies down quickly, getting a more nervous look.

"I don’t take kindly to those who think they can get away with lying to me." He says in a threatening tone, then snaps his fingers and two large henchmen grab the caretaker firmly by both arms.

"No, wait wait! Please! I-I'm not lying, the kid hasn’t been with anyone else but me!" They stammer, trying to sound convincing.

"Then I’m sure you have a reasonable explanation as to how this child in your possession looks exactly like my… one of my subordinates kids, or should I let (y/n) explain themselves." At the mention of your name the caretakers face completely drains of colour as realization creeps in. The Gentleman, completely unfazed waves his hand and his bodyguard, Sorah, walks over and frees you of your bindings while the others who still had the caretaker in their grip drag them off with them kicking and screaming that they were cheated and begging for another chance.

"Thank you." You say in a hushed voice, rubbing at your wrists.

"I’ve got someone to inform Jester of your whereabouts. You’re free to wait here until you’re retrieved, just don’t make a mess." You nod and go sit at one of the tables, pulling out a little notebook Jester gave you and begin writing and drawing in it to help pass time…

"(Y/n)!" You look up from your drawing to see Jester bounding up to you, easily picking you up and twirls you around in a big hug that you are more then happy to return. "I was so worried about you. We tried to follow but you were already so far away I didn’t know if I’d find you again." She wipes a few tears away and places a kiss to your forehead, you just snuggle into her more. "Thank you for helping them dad. See you do care!" She turns her attention to the Gentleman who in return gives an exaggerated sigh and rubs at his temples.

"We’ve been over this already… but you’re welcome." The second part came out more as a mutter. The two of you happily wave, and you quickly pick up your notebook before Jester makes her way out of the bar with you securely in her arms.

Nott

You’re thrown into a pit very much against your will, the pit itself was 40 feet wide with you on one side and on the other side of it a snarling owlbear chained to a wall, though the chains didn't look like they’d hold for much longer. Oh why did you have to let the allure of sparkly things get the better of you?

"Ladies, gentlemen! Place your bets!" One of the hosts called to the crowd. "Our fierce killer Dezmo or the half pint!"

"What kinda dumb name is Dezmo?" You mutter to yourself. You don’t have a lot of time to think about it as a high pitched whistle rings in your ears, irritating them. By the looks of it the sound was irritating the owlbear too, as it thrashes and roars in aggravation, the chains give way and the owlbear instantly starts charging for you. Thinking fast you dart under the beast, which compared to your tiny size towers over you, and start looking for any sort of escape route or places to hide. The beast spins around and swats at you, you managing to just barely duck out of the way and the crowd goes crazy for it.

"Come on folks, if you’re really confident place your final bets now and let’s see if the half pint can keep up." They blow that stupid whistle again, further aggravating the owlbear as it try’s charging you again, the audience hoots and hollers over it. These people were awful cheering for a large monster to attack child, then again they probably saw you as a monster too which disheartened you to know you were nothing but entertainment for them. You’re struck by a heavy blow from the beast, crashing into a wall and left teetering on the verge of losing consciousness, the beast stalks forward, rears up for a final strike but it ends up screeching in pain instead. A familiar goblin mom steps in front of you as a barrier between the monster and yourself, hissing menacingly at the it. The owlbear try's rearing up again, this time more focused on Nott who shoots another bolt from her crossbow nailing the beast in the eye. Your picked up and handed to Jester by Yasha as she and Beau also enter the pit, the audience were surprisingly enthused by this, cheering for a good fight, the only people unamused by this were the hosts to the whole ordeal.

"Oi! What'd ya think you’re doin'! That was our money maker you just shot!" One calls down, they’re answered with a bolt lodging itself into their collarbone and they cry out in pain.

"That’s what you get for using a child to get your sick kicks!" Nott yells ferociously. With Yasha and Beau having made swift work to the owlbear, Nott climbs her way out of the pit, going over to Jester as she finishes using Cure Wounds on you. "Are you alright? Do you need me to carry you?" She asks, already taking you into her arms and placing kisses all over your face. You just wrap your arms around her neck and hide your face in her shoulder, she takes this as her sign to leave and with the others following not far behind walks through the crowd towards the exit.

"Oh yeah, we also called the local guard, they should be here any minute!" You hear Jester shout before you all hurry away.

Caleb

This strange woman had come out of nowhere, took you by the hand and walked off from where Caleb told you to wait without a word, you tried to pull away but her grip was firm as she tugged you along. She lead your unwilling self through alleys, stopping every now and again, waiting for areas to be less populated before heading off again.

"Where are we going? Where'd you even come from?" You been asking these questions several times but the woman would just ignore them.

"Hush now dear, if I let go you’ll try to run from mommy again. If you did that mommy would have a hard time finding you like the first time. Now be a good kid and stay close, we're going home." You knew for a fact this woman wasn’t your mother and this "home" she spoke of was not where you wanted to go. Using your head you tried to think if there was any spell you could use to free yourself of the woman’s iron grip, you try to reach for your little bag but the woman snatches it and slings it over her own shoulder. "No need for that, you can play when we make it to the boat." Wait… boat? Was she trying to get you off Wildemount?

"No I don’t want to leave! You’re not my mom, let me go I don’t want to go with you!" You try shouting to get someone’s attention.

"Oh you and your wild imagination, enough games, let’s go." She had a weirdly sweet voice but it only furthered your unease around her. You try thrashing, pulling and reaching for your bag multiple times but still the woman’s grip held firm as you were dragged to the docks. Fear started creeping in, you couldn’t free yourself from her steely grip and who knows where she’s trying to take you. Worst of all if you couldn’t get away you might never see Caleb or anyone ever again, that thought alone made you start to cry. "Oh, don’t cry dear, see we're almost home free." Up ahead was what you’d have to assume to be the boat she was talking about, you tried one more time to wriggle free of her grasp to no avail.

The woman’s steps come to a halt making you pause and also look up to see a wall of fire blaze across the docks, blocking entry to the boat. Your fears dying down when you see a rather angry Caleb march his way towards you, the rest of the Nein not far behind.

"You," Caleb raises an arm pointing at this woman, his voice coming out almost as a hiss. "Get your filthy hands off of my child."

"They’re not yours they’re mine! I will not let you take them from me!" Those who were on the ship must’ve worked or had some relation to this woman as they join her and get into an offensive stance. Before long a fight breaks out between the Nein and the ships crew and once again the woman tries to drag you along with her. "It’s alright dear, they won’t get you." Her sweet demeanour was breaking, getting more and more crazy every time she talked. You butt you head against her as a response making her loosen her grip, you try to bolt as far away from her as you could, calling out for Caleb as you do. There’s a sudden grip on the collar of your shirt and you're yanked back into the woman’s arms, her face full of fury.

"If I can’t have a child of my own… Then they won’t either!" The woman screeches like a psychopath and throws the both of you into the ocean, you shrieking in fear. There's the hard impact from the surface of the water followed by a feeling of figurative and literal sinking into the dark depths, you try and wriggle yourself free but this crazy woman refused to let go and with smaller lungs you weren’t sure how much longer you could keep this up before running out of air. As a last resort you take your chance and bite the woman’s arm as hard as you can, ending up drawing blood, her screams of pain muffled in the water but you’re able to break free of her grip, manage to grab your bag and kick her down farther as you try to swim for the surface. Flailing your legs and arms to propel yourself forward was harder then you thought, your cloths weighing you down quite a bit, but before you completely lose hope and air there’s a dulled splash and soon something grabs you, hauling you out of the water. You gasp for air again and cough up a bit of sea water noticing you’re soaring high in the sky, looking up over your shoulder at the giant, orange eagle and instantly know who it is, a smile placing itself on your face.

Having safely made it back to land you’re carefully placed down and shiver from the chilly ocean air that blew in, trying your best to squeeze out as much water from your cloths as possible. There’s a ruffling of feathers before you find yourself wrapped up by two large wings, the head of the giant bird nuzzling itself into you and helping warm you up again. You always like when Caleb polymorphed into animals, he was always more willing for cuddles that way, with that said, you wrap your arms around his neck as best you can and nuzzle him back with no arguments.

Caduceus

These people were heartless, taking "exotic specimens" to be sold or traded for their own selfish needs, you used to not be the only one occupying your little cell but the others didn’t stay long and you feared you’d be next. Of course being a druid meant you could use something like Wildshape to escape, and of course you would’ve loved to use it too had it not been for some sort of magic nullifying enchantment on the restraints you were shackled in. With no means of using magic to your disposal and no way to call for help with the gag in your mouth you resorted to try thrashing around, attempting to tug free of the shackles that chained you to a wall. All this lead to was having your wrists rubbed raw, still you fought through the pain praying they’d eventually give, the stinging feeling only getting worse and harder to ignore until you felt something warm and wet running down your arms. You're hesitant to look, but see that your insistent tugging caused the shackles to cut into your wrists making them start bleed, badly. You take in deep and slow breaths through your nose to keep yourself calm, seeing as you had no way to cast any healing spell in your situation you try not to panic and slow the blood flow as best as possible. Tears stream down your face, the pain wasn’t helping with your wrist this sensitive it only amplified the feeling of the shackles digging into them, and you were starting to feel lightheaded.

A commotion and the sounds of people fighting catch your ears whipping your head in the direction it was coming from, then instantly regret that choice at the dizziness it caused. You try to make a sound, only muffled noises getting passed the fabric covering your mouth but you persist hoping someone hears you. The fighting dies down as silence takes over, making you worry whoever was here had lost the battle or left, until the cell door opens and two familiar people step in, hurrying over to you. Caduceus helps to remove the rag over your mouth while Nott makes quick work of the shackles seeing the bloody mess on your wrists. The second your wrists are free you feel a gentle, soothing sensation spread over them looking down to watch the lichen cover up the cuts before crumpling away, leaving behind hairline scars. You gently rub at your wrists to help regain circulation in them before leaning your full weight into Caduceus with a soft sobs.

"Shhh, it’s going to be okay, I’m here." Caduceus hushes you, wrapping his arms around your smaller form in a secure embrace.

"They-they were gonna try and sell me away." You hiccup through your tears.

"It’s alright now, we took care of them, they won’t be taking anyone anymore." He calmly reassures, you give a small nod and cuddle yourself into his chest more. Finally feeling safe and secure you let yourself pass out from the exhaustion you’ve felt.

Fjord

You kicked and flailed in hopes of wiggling free from this thugs grasp on you, all this while screaming at the top of your lungs in the hopes that your cry’s of distress would be loud enough to alert the rest of your sleeping group. Sure your voice would be ruined for a while but that was a small sacrifice you were willing to make if it meant freedom.

"Oh would you shut up! Why haven’t you gagged them yet!?" This groups leader calls over his shoulder getting very agitated with you, good that means your plan was working.

"They won’t stop squirming."

"Then hold them still idiots!" The one that had you thrown over their shoulder try’s using his free hand to hold you down, you swing your head over and bite them without hesitation, they retract their hand and slightly loosen their grip just enough for you to move your arms, perfect. The other two goons come closer to try and restrain you better, you focus and when they’re close enough in range…

"Thunderwave!" You shout, using the newly gained mobility in your arms to flick your hands out and cast the spell. The two goons are knocked back and the one that was holding you is knocked to the ground releasing their grip in the process, a loud thunderous boom shakes through the trees, if that didn’t alert anyone you don’t know what would. Knowing you weren’t a match against 4 men at once you sprint in the direction you came as fast as possible, trying to stay close to the path while using the trees for extra cover. You take a second to catch your breath, all the screaming and shouting did a real number to your throat, it felt dry and it hurt to even attempt making a noise now.

"Keep searching, the brat couldn’t have gotten far!" You could hear the bandits approaching and go to make another run for it, but are caught and thrown harshly to the dirt path. In an attempt to push yourself off the ground you feel a foot press heavily against your back, pushing you into the jagged gravel. "Didn’t ya hear my warning?" They mockingly ask, pressing the cold steel of their blade against your neck. "I’m not against killing you kid." They slowly start to press the blade deeper into your neck, feeling it pierce the skin and draw blood. The feeling of the blade suddenly leaves you, but your left still bleeding and having a hard time controlling your breath from the panic of almost having your throat slit.

A calming sensation eases in and your breathing starts improving again, even the dryness in your throat feels a little better but you’re still not well enough to talk. You look up at Caduceus, being the one who healed you and give him a smile and a thumbs up, he returns the smile and ruffles your hair before helping you back on your feet properly. Fjord soon comes up to you and kneels down to your height, placing his hands on your shoulders, a heavy look of guilt on his face.

"Are you alright?" His voice wavered a little. You rub your neck a little as a ways to show it was sore but give a small nod. "Thank the Wildemother, I was so worried. I’m sorry I let this happen to you, I should’ve…" He trails off a bit, tightening his grip on your shoulders. You just lean forward and give him a hug, locking your arms around his neck as your body shakes a little from the whole encounter, he lets out a breath before returning the hug, securing his arms around you and lifting you up in the process. He then starts making his way back to camp, the rest of Nein in tow.

Beau

These ninjas, if you could even call them that, must’ve really underestimated their opponent, sure they were able to capture you but that was because they had numbers on their side while you were just one kid, that didn’t stop you from breaking free and taking them on. What did they even want with you anyways, you saw one drop a note by accident, did someone hire them? Either way you had to be careful the longer you took them on the more exhausted you were starting to feel. You go to land another hit on one of them when a sound you knew well hits your ears and makes you freeze on the spot, and suddenly feel helpless. That sound was the chime of a silver bell, not bronze or gold no particularly silver, you knew that chime all too well and you hated it and the effects it had on you. How did they even- you cut off your own thoughts at a terrifying realization… did your parents send them? Having lost focus you get socked in the jaw and lay limply on the ground, trying to process what was happening. You then hear pained grunts and look over to see Beau fighting off the enemies with some backup from Caleb and Caduceus. You push yourself off the ground but can’t make yourself do more them that, just watching the fight come to an end.

"No one messes with my kid." Beau growls angrily before making her way over to you. "You doing alright (y/n)? If you need any healing I can get Caduceus to check on you." You shake your head, a few stray tears escaping you which Beau defiantly didn’t miss. "Whoa! Hey, you sure you’re alright?" She asks with more concern now.

"I know who sent them." You speak just above a whisper, voice quivering as you do. An arm wraps around your shoulder as Beau joins in sitting next to you, finding yourself leaning into her side as she rubs your arm in a comforting way.

"Tell me who." She spoke with a serious tone, clearly ready to take down whoever caused you this type of grief.

"My parents." You look away from her and shrink a little into yourself.

"What? How can you tell?" She asks, surprised by this. You point over at the discarded bell left laying on the ground.

"Before they sent me away that was how they 'trained' me, they’d ring a bell whenever I’d misbehave… It was always a silver bell." You shift uncomfortably at the memories and feel Beau tighten her grip on you.

"Well, if they want you back so badly, they’re gonna have to pry you from my cold dead hands themselves." You look up at her in shock, she gives you a side smile. "You’re my student and technically my kid now too. Don’t think I’m gonna let 'The Man' take you that easily without a fight." You smile at this and she ruffles up your hair earning a small laugh from you too.

Yasha

It was terrifying to be without Yasha for this long with these dangerous brutes, what did they even want with you? It’s not like you could offer anything valuable to them or were they just doing this for their own sick kicks. You didn’t want to think too much on it, instead looking for any sort of opening to escape but finding nothing that wouldn’t lead to a confrontation. You could try and test your luck and just snap free of your binding, but it’s never faired well in the past and you didn’t want to end up on the end of a stake, that thought alone makes you shudder.

"Intruders are here!" You hear one shout as the others leave the room, this was your chance, now that they were distracted you easily snap out of the rope they’d tied you in and go to grab your weapon they left discarded on the floor, how rude of them. Being a sneaky as possible your make your way towards the exit and see the brutes fighting against the Mighty Nein. Yasha was facing off with the largest of the brutes well in a rage, screaming at them to tell her where you were. You weren’t sure how battle ready you were at the current time, but you wanted to help so gripping your sword in hand you charge at the brute from behind and take a large swing, slicing into the back of his knee. The brute roars in pain and does a wide sweep with his battle axe, you try to jump back but your earlier forward momentum makes you stagger and get hit by the blade, knocking you backwards by the sheer force.

You skid across the ground gripping tightly to your gut, slowly being surrounded by a puddle of your own blood, it was excruciating as you pitifully try to stop the heavy blood flow by holding your stomach tighter. You try to focus on staying conscious as an angry roar like thunder tears through the cave, you could only guess it to be Yasha having seen what just happened. It feels like an eternity before the pain slowly starts to disappear, the soft light of Jester's healing magic makes you blink open your eyes and look up at her, she gives you a smile and helps you to your feet. You wobble a little but catch yourself and walk back over to the group where you see them finish off the last of the brutes, Yasha taking a big swing bisecting them from the shoulder to their waist. When she looks over and sees you standing there she drops her weapon and runs to you, scooping you into her arms and lets out a few sobs.

"You had me so scared. I thought I lost you too." You grip tightly to her and just share in this sweet reunion.

"I’m sorry I scared you." You apologize, but she shakes her head.

"No, you have nothing to be sorry for, and you’re safe now that’s what matters." She breaths out, with a sigh of relief. She then carries you out of the cave and finally back together again you go to join up with the Mighty Nein.

Molly

Numb, that’s all you could feel right now was just numb, these Iron Shepherds had no mercy no matter the age and it showed from the various scars and bruises you received. You lay in the dingy cell they’d placed you in, if you could you would’ve taken this time to think back on your decisions that lead to this moment but you were just too mentally and physically drained to care anymore. As numb as you were everything still hurt, and you felt so exhausted, you just wanted this to end or for something to happen. So stuck in your own head the rest of the world was drowned out to you making you miss the sounds of footsteps and shouts ring throughout the hideout.

There’s a screeching sound of a cell door being opened, you curl in on yourself in a hopeless attempt to prepare for whatever beating may be coming your way. There’s no pain just a hand placing itself on your shoulder, you instinctually flinch away from the touch, they were playing cruel mind games with you now, they had to be, there was just no other explanation for someone trying to be so careful with you. Whoever it was they were persistent, gently taking you into their arms and lifting you up, feeling a strangely comforting warmth wash over you compared to the cold stone floor you were just laying on. They were whispering something you couldn’t quite catch but you try your best to focus and listen.

"Everything’s gonna be alright now love, I promise. They’re not going to hurt you anymore." There voice came out softly as you’re held in their protective grip. Slowly you regain more and more focus and finally notice the familiar colours of a very elaborate coat, feeling tears well up in your eyes at the relief that this wasn’t some cruel trick by your captors and was in fact reality. With the small amount of strength you still had you carefully raise your arms to return the embrace and start weeping uncontrollably, letting out all the tears you’d been holding back. Molly's grip on you tightens slightly, being careful to not hurt you as though you were fragile and could break at a moments notice. "We had ourselves a long day, haven’t we? Let’s get you out of this hellhole." With that he exits the dingy cell and carries you out of the Sour Nest.

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The Lesser of Two Evils

Jimmy Conway x Paulie's Daughter Reader

Just felt like writing for Jimmy... Also bc I like @yesbelladoesstuff 's man more than my own apparently 😂😝

TW: mentions of crime, mention of age gap, implied smut

Word Count: 3k

After four long years full of hard work and missing your family, college was finally over! You hadn't gone far for college, and you visited as possible, but the work load of college doesn't always allow for that. For Paulie, it was important that you get a degree, even if you didn't have a "real" job after college; he just knew you were too smart, and you knew it would make him so proud that his little girl finished college.

You moved home on a Thursday after finals and took Friday to just spend time with your dad and the rest of your immediate family, before the rest of your "family" came over for the big party on Saturday. This included Tommy, Henry, and Jimmy and all the various "uncles" your dad did business with. It was a closed circle of people.

You had been home for holidays and summers in between semesters, but towards the end of college, you really started to realize that you weren't in the loop like you used to be. Tommy had really grown into a well-respected mobster, and you respected that they may make him within the next few years. He was still hot headed as ever though. As for Henry, it seemed like he tried to hold off as long as he could, as he had always had a huge crush on you, and everyone, including Paulie, had placed bets on when you two would get together. But he had started going out with this girl named Karen. You had only met her a few times, but you had heard that she kept Henry on the straight and narrow. Good for her.

Jimmy hadn't had too much change in his life during your years at college, except that he had too younger mobsters to help him on his various jobs. He made a lot more money because of them! You never thought when you went to college that you would find yourself missing Jimmy as much as you did; of course, you had always been close with him just like you were with Tommy and Henry, but there was just something about him. He was always very cool, and his jokes were few and far between but hilarious when he told them. He had always been protective over you in a way the other two weren't, you guessed because he was older, but he also let you get away with stuff your dad would've had a heart attack over. Hell, Jimmy encouraged bad behavior.

And that's where you found yourself early Saturday afternoon: fighting off thoughts of Jimmy, and a little nervous to see him because of it.

The table is all set, covered in a black table cloth, with gold and silver decorations everywhere to celebrate your graduation. A few dishes full of your favorite foods are set out, and more will arrive as the family does.

As the family pours in, the table fills with dishes and becomes surrounded by people you've known practically your whole life. You are handed envelopes full of cash, each one thicker than the last. That's how you did presents in this business.

You wondered where the boys were... It's unusual that they didn't show up first.

After a while, Henry arrives with Karen and they greet you with the usual hugs and kisses on the cheek; you can tell Karen is still getting used to greeting people like this. "Glad you have you home, (Y/N)! Congrats!" Henry exclaims. Rather than money, they gift you with a beautiful set of jewelry. You knew Karen was good for Henry, and now you know she has good taste.

"Oooh, there she is!" Jimmy yells as he's coming in the door. Tommy and Jimmy show up right after Henry and Karen. They were likely all hanging out before coming over, but you had to wonder why they didn't just take the same car. Tommy hands you a stack of cash, like he was taught to do, giving you kisses on your cheeks and a sincere congrats for graduating. Before you can really finish up your conversation with Tommy, Jimmy is scooping you up into his arms and twirling you around playfully, earning a squeal from you. "Atta girl! We knew you could do it!" He lets you down gently and pulls you in for a proper hug. "Congratulations, (Y/N). You know everyone here is so proud of you."

As you move back into the dining room and living room to rejoin the party and visit with everyone, Jimmy's hand lingers on you: your shoulder blades, the small of your back, wrapped lightly around your hip. He had always been a bit handsy with you; it's just how you two were with one another, but today it's affecting you more than usual.

Jimmy is wrapped up in a conversation about something he's been bootlegging with one of the uncles, so you turn to him to say, "Hey Jimmy, in gonna go sit with my dad at the table, 'cause I think we're eating soon. I'll save you a seat next to me, if you want it."

"Okay, sweetie, I'll be there in a little while."

You walk away taking a deep breath to try and clear your mind. Had you always felt this way about Jimmy or had something changed?

You say next to your dad and leaned your head on his shoulder.

"Hey there, girlie! You enjoying the party? Everything okay?"

"Yeah I'm okay. It's good seeing everyone again, and knowing that I get to stay home for good this time."

Paulie puts his arms around you, squeezing you tight. He always gave the best hugs! "I'm so happy you're back home. It's been pretty lonely without my girl here... Now I'm gonna have to beat off guys with a stick to keep you here," he lets out a chuckle.

"Oh, Dad, I'm not going anywhere, and you know that. Besides, Henry went and got a girlfriend, so there goes my only shot at a boyfriend."

"Now, you know Henry wasn't your only option. What about Tommy?"

You both look across the room to see Tommy flirting with someone's daughter...

"Ehhh, no," you and your dad say in unison before having a big laugh together.

"Is this seat taken?"

You look over your shoulder to see Jimmy standing behind the chair next to you, "Reserved for you."

"Oh, good!" Jimmy takes a moment to say hello to Paulie before sitting down next to you.

Paulie stands up to announce that it's time to eat, but first he makes a small speech to let everyone know how proud he is of you for finishing college, and that you were always too bright and talented to belong to him.

While Paulie is standing at the head of the table, Jimmy reaches over to your lap under the table and takes your hand in his. You look at him, trying to hide that he's affected you in any way. He gives you a small smirk, and rubs his thumb over yours for just a moment before letting your hand go.

Paulie takes his seat, and people start spooning food out of dishes and into their plates, and you're left wondering what just happened and what was meant by it.

Luckily, the rest of dinner was pretty uneventful, and the food was always so tasty. After everyone got their bellies full, everyone mingled wherever they liked around the house. Some went into the backyard to get a small bonfire going so some of the kids could have roasted marshmallows; some of the guys started inside the house and started pulling out cards and chips and stacks of money; many of the wives gather in the kitchen or the living room to talk all the latest gossip.

You notice Tommy, Jimmy, Henry, and Karen taking lowly and giggling with one another in a small circle. Normally they would've invited you over, so there's definitely something suspicious going on.

"(Y/N)!" Paulie says, waving you over, "come here, kiddo."

"Dad, I just finished college; I'm not really a kid anymore!" You give him a laugh and walk over to him.

He puts an arm over your shoulders and says, "Well, you'll always be my kid." He pauses for a moment before looking across the room and yelling, "Conway!"

The room quiets down, waiting for Jimmy's response. All of the guys and Karen turn to you and your dad. "Yes, Paulie?" Jimmy says with a smug look on his face.

"When you came in here, I didn't see you give my little girl any presents for her graduation. No cash, no cute little boxes with bows. What's the matter with you?" Paulie voice is raised so everyone can hear him. This is very odd behavior, as he normally handles things pretty quietly, so you know something is up.

"Well, ya see, Paulie..." Jimmy starts walking towards you, "I didn't hand her any envelope full of 50s, and I didn't give her any boxes with bows, because what I got for her was too big to fit through the front door." Jimmy lowers his voice to a whisper now that he's in front of you. "You wanna go see your present?"

You now realize that your dad and the guys are all in on some kind of surprise.

"Yes, please."

That's all Jimmy needs to hear before he's picking you up to take you outside. Henry and Tommy rush to the door to open it, and everyone that heard what was going on follows you outside to see what the surprise is.

You and Jimmy can't stop giggling while there are lots of hoots and hollers from everyone gathering outside with you. Jimmy lets you down and spins you around so you're facing the driveway. Sitting there is a beautiful black muscle car with a big gold bow on the hood.

He wraps his arms around your waist and whispers in your ear, "You like it, princess?"

"I- uh... yes," you can barely get a response out; you certainly weren't expecting this. Jimmy was all about handing out money and giving expensive gifts, but nothing like this... He didn't like to do anything that would put this kind of attention on him.

"It's the one you said you wanted right?"

"Yes, Jimmy. It's perfect," you say with a huge smile as you turn to hug him. "Thank you so much!"

"Anything for you, (Y/N)." Jimmy pulls a key out of his pocket and hands it to you. You take it from him and run over to unlock the car and climb in. Immediately, Tommy climbs in the front seat next you you and is shouting, "C'mon! Let's take this thing on a spin!!" Henry and Karen climb in the back seat and Henry only starts egging you on saying, "Let's crank this thing up and get outta here, (Y/N)!"

"Okay, okay! We'll drive it, but only if Jimmy comes too. He paid for the thing after all!"

"Jimmy! Get your ass over here!" Tommy yells before climbing in the back seat with Henry and Karen.

Jimmy runs over and gets in the passenger seat next you you. "Try not to kill us, okay?"

You turn the key in the ignition and the engine fires up loudly, which gets Henry and Tommy rowdy in the back seat. All the people in the front yard were raising their glasses and cheering as you backed out of the driveway! Before driving away from the house, you slowed down and Jimmy rolled down his window so Paulie could pop his head in.

"You guys be careful, and don't let anything happen to that one right there," he says pointing to you.

"Hell, Paulie, she's the one you gotta worry about!" Henry pipes up getting a laugh out of everyone.

"Yeah, well..." he chuckles, knowing it's true and realizing his little girl is all grown up. "Happy graduation, baby; go have fun!"

"Thank you, Dad! Love you!" you yell before driving off, a little too fast.

• • •

After you, the guys, and Karen, whom you had really grown to like, had been driving around a while, you decide to stop off at a small park while the sun sets. It's a cute little public park with a lake, a pavilion with tables for picnics, a small playground for kids (naturally the boys go and play on the playground), and lots of open space with soft grass.

With the boys being boys running around chasing each other, you and Karen get some time to talk alone.

"Seems like you've got Henry tied down pretty well. Takes a tough lady to do that."

"Yeah, well he stood me up on our second date, and so I told him off in front of his friends. We been together since."

"Oh yeah, word got back to me on that one. You had all the guys pretty shocked," you say though a laugh, "They made fun of him a good bit for it, so he must like you a lot if he put up with that."

"Yeah, I think he does." She pauses for a minute. "I've heard from some people that Henry always had a crush on you, and that everyone thought you two would end up together. I'm sorry if I got in the way of that."

"Oh, no! No need to apologize. Henry liked me when we were kids, and it feels like more of a joke now than anything. I don't think I could deal with him as well as you do," you give her a reassuring smile.

"So, you gonna give Jimmy a shot?"

"Hmm? What? You mean Jimmy and me?" You stutter out.

"Yeah, I mean, I know he's older, but it seems like he really likes you!"

"You think Jimmy likes me?"

"Well, yeah girl! He bought you ya dream car!" She says excitedly, her New York accent really shining through.

"Karen!" Henry calls from the playground.

"Whaddayou want?!"

"Come over here, honey!"

You see Jimmy walking towards you and Karen, and notice that Tommy is flirting with some poor girl who was just out for a run. Karen says a quick goodbye to you and heads over to the playground where Henry is waiting for you.

When Jimmy's feet stop in front of yours, he extends a hand to you to help you up from your spot on the grass. He places his hand on the small of your back, and his long fingers delicately begin to lead you in the direction of your new car.

"Did you have a fun time playing with your friends on the playground?" You poke a little fun at him.

"Would've had more fun if you were there," he raises his eyebrows and cracks a smile at you.

You laugh gently out your nose as you arrive at your car, "Whatcha bring me over here for?"

He takes you by the hips, lifting you up and placing you on the trunk of your car. He grabs your thighs and pulls you close to him, your knees brushing against either of his hips. "You like the car, angel?"

"Jimmy, wha-," you let out a shaky breath, "um, yes, it's beautiful."

"Mmmm, good." He brushes your hair behind your ear.

It suddenly becomes clear to you that what Karen had to say about Jimmy was true. In fact, with him standing between your legs like this, it couldn't be more obvious.

"Hey, Jimmy?"

"Yeah, baby doll?"

"Kiss me."

He raises his eyebrows, then looks at the ground for a moment. When he looks back up at you, he tangles a hand in your hair and presses his lips to yours softly at first, but he quickly deepens the kiss, exploring your mouth with his. You gently wrap one arm around his neck, and the other hand squeezes his waist through his shirt. He pulls you into him so your chest is pressed against his.

It feels weird kissing him, but it also feels right. Being with him like this feels like electricity, and you could feel like this forever and it still wouldn't be enough.

"Hey, hey, Jimmy!" Henry calls as him and Karen come up on you.

"Do not interrupt them!" You hear Karen say followed by a whap to Henry's arm.

Jimmy slowly pulls away from you, giving you probably the sweetest look you've ever seen him give. He pecks your lips a few more times before turning to Karen. "Thank you for hitting him."

You slide off the back of the car, putting your hand in Jimmy's.

"Listen, all I'm saying is, it's about time you got a kiss from her, you paid a lot of money for it!" Henry chuckles, slapping the trunk of your car.

"Listen, Henry Hill. I kiss who I want, when I want. And yes, I am grateful for the car, but Jimmy didn't buy my love," you cut your eyes at him.

"Yeah, that's right! What's the matter with you?" Karen backs you up.

Henry puts his hands up in surrender and tries to wipe the shit-eating grin off his face, "Alright, alright, geez!! Can someone go get Tommy so we can go home?"

Everyone gives him a look.

"Okay, fine! I'll go get him!" Henry jogs off to go get Tommy off that girl's back.

Funny enough, the girl ends up coming home with the group, Tommy landing another girl that he won't call in the morning. So you drop everyone off at their respective homes: Tommy and his girl at Tommy's place, Henry and Karen at Henry's place, and Jimmy invited you to his place. You knew Paulie would worry about you not coming home, but it would raise his blood pressure if he knew what you and Jimmy were up to.

It was really the lesser of two evils.

[qvid-pro-qvo]

Hello sweetie. May I have 7) “I dreamt about you last night.”, 14) “Can I have this dance?”, “I couldn’t live without you.” and “I’m yours, in every way possible.” with Sonny Carisi (I'm heads over heels for that man) with female reader, please. Thanks :) - @reading--mermaid

for @reading--mermaid. sonny carisi x female!reader.

word count: 2240

rating: e for everyone, because a wedding brings everyone together, for better or for worse, but in this case definitely for the better (pretty much fluff! tw: mentions of alcohol.) 

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For the moment, you remember why you wish you could be an only child.

“You’re bringing your boyfriend. No ifs, ands, or buts about it.”

“You know, when I dreamt about you last night, I completely forgot about the part where you’re absolutely insane,” you comment mildly. Your hand reaches for your glass, and Jane just sighs. “Guess it just slipped my mind.”

“Uh-huh. So he’s coming, then?”

Your sister is glaring at you from across the table, but you don’t look at her, focusing instead on the brunch menu.

“Seems like I might try the scallops today,” you hum, and she just rolls her eyes.

“You’re allergic to seafood, dumbass, and you’re bringing your boyfriend.”

“No, I’m not, Jane.” Your voice is firm, and when she narrows her eyes at you, it’s your turn to give the dramatic roll. “Look. I don’t want to bring him. Barb’s my friend, and I love her, and I’m excited for her, but that wedding is going to be shitshow. The last thing I want is to scare him off because dear old Uncle Phil decides to get too rowdy and Aunt Julia decides to drink two bottles of wine instead of one at the reception.”

“That’s just how weddings work,” Jane counters, and when you open your mouth again to argue, she raises her hand. “It’s a shitshow, but it’s sweet. You’re a bridesmaid, sweetheart. And unless you want one of the bridal party trying to flirt with you all night, your boyfriend is the perfect protection. Plus, I want to meet him!”

With a sigh, you lift up your hand to tie your hair back, your scrunchie forcing the mess into a bun. “You’ve met him,” you say, with no lack of petulance, but Jane just sighs.

“Once. For like, ten minutes, in passing. You’re both always busy, and not only that, but I know Mom and Dad wouldn’t mind meeting the guy that you’re basically swooning over every time you talk to them on the phone. How long’s it been that you’ve been gushing about him? A year?”  

That makes your brows raise, and Jane can surely see them even over the menu. “They’re coming, then? For sure?”

“For sure. Uncle Phil paid for their flight. Said he wanted the whole family there, and that means every brother they can manage.” There’s a moment of silence as Jane glances around. The waiter still hasn’t come for your order, and so she busies herself with a drink of water before speaking again, letting you ruminate on the fact. “Just. Think about it. Please? For me?”

So, you do. You think. And while the prospect of Sonny meeting your… eclectic family is terrifying; you can’t help but think that he’s… well. He’s Sonny. And when you think about him meeting your parents, finally…

With a sigh, you put down the menu, interlock your fingers, and when you look up, your sister is flashing her puppy eyes at you.

“Fine. Fine! I’ll ask. And if he’s not busy, which he always is, I’ll bring him,” you relent, just to get her to stop looking at you like that. There are practically tears in her eyes. Immediately she breaks out into a grin, a little cackle added on. “But you owe me the name of your firstborn. I don’t care what David says, sister’s honor.”

“No shit,” Jane returns. You shake on it, making you chuckle. “Easiest deal I’ve ever made.”

-

Sonny says yes. Immediately. No hesitation. It’s a testament to how fantastic he is that when you bring it up over takeout that night, he seems absolutely delighted at the prospect.

Of course, you try to warn him.

“You might not be available the day of,” you point out.

His response is easy as he takes off his jacket, drapes it over the back of your couch. “If you give me the date, I’ll take time off right now. Liv’ll be fine with it, you know that.”

“My parents will be there,” you warn, and while the moment gives him pause, he ends it with a smile.

“Good.”

Good. Good. To meeting the parents? You want to poke him, see if he’s an alien or something, but he’s still smiling and all you really can do is kiss him for it.

“You know, all of my family is a pain in the ass,” you state bluntly, a last ditch effort. He snorts, and you reach to stab him with your plastic fork, the takeout he brought home not yet opened up and dug into. “I’m serious! It’ll be a mess, okay, and if I can spare you that –“

He just chuckles, reaching to pull you into his embrace. You melt into it – by this point his button down is off, leaving just his undershirt. He smells like home, and you can’t help but sink into the feeling. “Sweetheart, that’s family. Trust me, all right? You’ve met my sisters, you’ve met my parents. It’s about time that I return the favor.”

When he kisses your temple, you’re realizing with a twist of your lips that he’s unfortunately pretty damn great.

“You know, you won’t be able to really talk to me until the first dances,” you tell him, just for shits and giggles, and that earns you another kiss, this one on your cheek, your neck, your jaw, behind your ear.

“But I’ll be able to see you.”

So, it’s done. The car is rented, the hotel is booked, and when the weekend of comes around, and the two of you hop into your car and make the three-hour ride up.

Of course, the wedding is about as much of a pain as you expected it to be.

It should be noted that you love being there for your cousin, and she looks absolutely stunning her gown. It’s not the gown, or your own dress (which is plain and deep burgundy, styled perfectly with a matching lip). It’s not the ceremony, which makes you tear up, as her and her wife seal the deal with a kiss that you hoot and holler at. It’s not the food or the drinks or the venue or anything else that came together for Barb’s perfect day.

It’s the family.

Aunt Julia goes just as hard as you expect her to. Uncle Phil’s jokes are crude, but… inevitably get a laugh from one side of the family or the other. Your nieces are chaos incarnate, and half your time as bridesmaid is spent wrangling the dog that was made the ring bearer, your bathrobe getting caught on every doorhandle in the place. By the time the reception comes around, you’re exhausted and close to tipping over, navigating the intricacies of a big family with poise and grace you’re sure God probably gave you just for that day or something.

It’s a mess.

It’s your mess.

And Sonny, that day? Well. Sonny… is Sonny.

Sonny helps you catch the dog the first time it escapes (and the second time, and the third time). Sonny, due to some last-minute stomach bug, ends up helping out as usher, and makes every single family member he escorts to their row and aisle and seat smile. Sonny, at his place at the table where your parents sit, spends the whole night chatting them up, and you and your sister at the table with the bride and groom, can only watch from a distance.

“He’s crushing it,” Jane tells you. David’s sitting there, too, and he’s also enraptured with your boyfriend. The weariness of the day starts to wear off, and now that the pictures are done the drink in front of you is white wine and your belly is full. “Don’t look now, but I think Dad’s writing the invitations for Thanksgiving.”

There’s a pride that fills you, then. It’s been coming the whole day, but in that moment, you feel like you’re about to burst. You’re grinning, and when he glances over to where you are, well.

“You know what? Let him,” you say, and your eyes don’t leave Sonny as he winks and goes back to his story. “He really is crushing it.”

Soon the meal is done. There’s cake, and laughter, and you watch as Barb shoves her piece into Meredith’s face with unbridled glee. At that point you look around for your boyfriend, but he’s nowhere to be found. Neither are your parents for that matter, and you’re sliding out of your heels so you can troll around, eating cake, looking around for them.

Eventually, though, they come back. It’s in the middle of the first dance when you feel the familiar presence behind you, and his hands move to wrap around your waist as you watch the brides sway together, the rest of their lives ahead of them.

“Just in time,” you tease. “I thought I’d have to go solo out there.”

He turns you, so your vision of the brides is now full of him. You haven’t got to linger on it yet, but right here and now, he looks stunning. While the men in the bridal parties have black suits, Sonny’s is a beautiful navy, with a pocket square that matches the color of your dress (you’re almost ninety percent sure it’s from that lawyer he knows, but you don’t bring it up, kind of hoping he’ll keep the full ensemble). “And keep the world from seeing my awesome dance moves? No way.”

You giggle. The wine, the meal, the end of the day approaching. You’re loose, and he’s smiling, which makes you grin. “Saw you dodging the chocolatey fingers of my nieces and baby cousins,” you point out, and his eyes widen for a second before he glances around, peeks over your shoulder.

“Yeah, just, uh, don’t tell ‘em where I am. I think it’s part of their game to see who gets the most fingerprints on me by the end of the night.”

The DJ announces the end of the first dance, welcoming the bridal parties onto the floor. Sonny lights up at this, and offers his hand to you. “Can I have this dance, beautiful?”

Your smile softens, just a tad. “I thought you’d never ask.”

The music is slow, but not glacial, and Sonny starts it off by holding you proper. Soon enough, though, you’re moving into each other, and your head is resting on his shoulder, the slow sway of the brides what you’re mimicking. It’s gentle, and sweet, and for the moment you allow yourself to close your eyes.

Everything else slips away. All that’s left is the music and Sonny against you. Your dress brushes against your feet, still bare and cold against the dance floor, but nothing can bring you out of this ecstasy.

His voice is low against your ear, almost raspy as the song fades into something new, and the DJ announces the rest of the group can join with their significant others. “You know, I had a good time with your parents,” he murmurs, and you laugh lazily against him.

“I noticed. Be careful, I think my mom was thinking of kidnapping you so you can tell her all the Carisi family recipes.”

“Now those are top secret,” he informs you, seriousness in his tone, and when you pull back to look at him there’s mirth, even with his little pout.

“Obviously. I’ll distract, and you’ll hit the road.”

He laughs now, and it’s easy. It’s like breathing, the two of you. “Right. Well. We did talk about other things, while I was ensuring the safety of my family’s legacy.”

That peaks your interest, and you raise a manicured brow. “Like what?”

For a moment, he pauses. He’s caught, looking at you, under the lights, and for a moment you think he’s not going to say anything at all. But then he leans in, presses your foreheads together, and the world stops.

“I told ‘em… I told ‘em I’m yours, in every way possible. I told ‘em how I couldn’t live without you, and I told ‘em how I don’t want to.”

Your breath catches in your throat, and when you blink a couple of tears fall. “Sonny…”

“I told them, how one day, I’m gonna propose, and I’m gonna ask you to marry me. And I told them, how I really, really, hope you say yes.” His voice is definitely raw, now, and your swallow is tight. “You don’t have to say anything right now. Of course not, I’m not proposing now, but. I just… I need you to know how much you mean to me. How much being a part of your family, how much it means to me. And… I hope you want to be a part of mine.”

The slow music ends. The DJ is cheering now, and the crowd is clapping, and soon something more upbeat starts. But you’re stopped, in the middle of the dance floor, and before you can think you’re pulling him into a deep kiss, pressing up into it on your toes.

When you pull back, your mascara is running. But you don’t care. You couldn’t possibly care less. “If you think I’m saying anything but yes, whenever the hell you ask me, Dominick, I –“

He kisses you again. And when the world fades away once more, it’s because the two of you know that your whole lives are ahead of you, too.

[frightfurtabby]

Himikiyo Week 2021 Day 5: Anniversary Party

// Cute and fluffy, make-up smearing kissies, slow dancing, and awards... enjoy~

Word count: 1434

Links

AO3- https://archiveofourown.org/works/34196977

Amino-  (coming soon)

I need to catch up on cross-posting to amino so I’ll be doing that too.

//

The anniversary party was an important occasion. All actors from the danganronpa franchise were coming together for this event. 10 years ago was the release of the first series starring Makoto Naegi as the protagonist, since then there have been 3 further series and a spin off that took place between the first 2, though it had aired afterward. And they were all gathered together.

There were already plans for another spin-off that was summer camp themed and would be finished later the next year. It was really big but sometimes there were years of waiting between new productions and that led to a lot being covered by tabloids and other media outlets. Korekiyo moved up to a small town in Aomori prefecture with Himiko to stay as quiet as possible, keeping in contact with certain people from among their castmates.

The couple were sitting together in a backstage private dressing room once again, Himiko taking time to brush Kiyo’s hair. Most of their outfits were already in place, a puffy purple dress for Himiko, her matching magic hat sat on the table in front of them.It was so pretty and only a little bit difficult to move around in at first before she was getting used to it. The anniversary celebrations included a dance in the ballroom and awards for the newest batch of fan popularity polls.

“Babe are you sure you want to go for that hat, I don’t know if it fits with the rest of what you’ve got going on.”

Kiyo was wearing a white button-up long sleeved blouse with a burgundy vest, a green coat over both and a long black skirt. Near Himiko’s hat was their own for this occasion, a black fedora which was what she was referring to in her comments..

“I personally think it looks nice.” Kiyo gave an exaggerated pout.

Touching up both their make-up was all the couple needed before they got to head out to the event proper. Kiyo hadn’t decided on lipstick before they had to go to avoid running late. They could do without that but not without eating, which they had to finish on the way out.

When she was finished brushing she helped gather their locks together and band it to make a ponytail.

She chuckled. “Of course you do, well since you insist. Here, have this one, I think this color will compliment everything nicely. Now come closer!” She grabs a nice dark blood red shade. Kiyo had used it plenty of times, including the year they dressed up as a vampire for Halloween, so it was a classic go-to.

Kiyo leaned in like she asked. Puckering their lips out to give her a more complete canvas for her to work with. However, before Himiko touched the tip of the lipstick onto their lips, Kiyo stopped for a moment.

“I wouldn’t want to smudge this so soon, so please give me a kiss?”

Himiko giggled. “Alright, okay. But first…” Her free hand extended and her pointer finger booped them right on the nose.

The former Ultimate Anthropologist feigned shock. “What did I deserve that for?”

“For being cute, ya silly goose.”

They were gearing up for a follow up joke but they were pulled in by the collar and smooched. They leaned into and savored it. Even if it did ruin the set-up, it was fine. Any time was a lovely time to smooch Himiko.

“Okay, now we can do it.” she chirped.

Kiyo re-assumed the proper position and reached out, gently caressing Himiko’s cheek. A deep look into her eyes. “Alright, go ahead.”

She reached up to hold them still with one hand and eased the lipstick close. Drawing it, focused as close as she can on the precision. Even though they had just kissed, she was tempted to ruin it again.

So she did.

They giggled as soon as she let them go. “God I’m so lucky wearing a mask is my trademark. I’m sure people would have a field day if they actually saw how smudged you always end up making this.”

“Yeah well, I’m lucky to have you.” She said, making cute faces in their direction.

Kiyo pulled their mask up and put the fedora on, taking Himiko’s hand as a way to get up out of the chair.

They turned and exited the door. Upon entering the hallway they met up with Shuichi and Rantaro, spending time catching up. Talking about how the cats were doing, how busy it was lately, more recent gigs they’d lent their talents to, that kind of thing.

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Upon entering the ballroom, the couple noticed there were danganronpa themed decorations all over. A big banned reading “Happy 10th Anniversary'' went along the rafters. It was certainly doing its job of seeming like a mix between prom and a high school reunion.

At least this one was full of people both of them liked better than most people who’d been at either of their actual proms from back in the day. Even with personal problems here and there it was still more tolerable than that.

A slow waltz tune echoes around the ballroom. All the couples were paired up, most having stuck together pretty much the whole time up to this point regardless, but the Junko was making a big deal up on stage about how  “If you’re not already, couple up and dance!”

Kiyo’s hand was around the back of Himiko’s head. They took time to pet her and look into her eyes as they performed slowly just like they had practiced. It felt nice and warm. Both could close their eyes for a bit and had a good amount of space to nuzzle up.

“I love you dear.”

“I love you too.”

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

A few dance tracks later, Junko Enoshima got up and did a little bit of MC’ing. “And now everyone, having a good time? Well, it’s time to announce the first batch of winners from the polls! And here to read those names is someone we all know and love. The mysterious…”

She started getting a head count of all the danganronpa alumni, dragging it on for comedic effect. “The mysterious 40-somethingth student that was lying hidden somewhere in this very building… Mukuro Ikusaba!”

The crowd of students clapped, Himiko and Kiyo included. As Mukuro took time to further introduce the concept, showing off the envelopes for good measure, the lovers had a small conversation.

“Do you think we’ll win anything this year?”

“I hope we do. I’m not sure though, since competition is very stiff in all categories.”

“It’d be really cute if we won the couples one” she smiled, holding their arm close. “We may not have won it yet, but there's always a chance.”

“I’ve seen a little bit of buzz online telling fans to vote for us. So we might pull it off.”

It came time, the third category: the cutest off-screen couple. The options were always more open, as there were very few canonical on-screen romances in the show. Mukuro cut open this envelope, like she had done the previous two.

The MC cleared her throat. “Ahem. The winners are… Shinguuji Korekiyo and Yumeno Himiko”

The V3 cast members hooted and hollered. The other 2 main series had just picked up 1 win each and usually SDR2 would sweep these anniversary award contests. Picking up a surprise win would hopefully be a sign.

Escorted by several classmates like they just scored the winning points in a sport together, Himiko and Kiyo went up, and had to make up a speech off the cuff. That’s how much of a last second blindside actually pulling it off was.

Himiko took her spot close to Kiyo’s side and they both stood in front of the mic. Kiyo gently taps it and clears their throat.

“Thank you all, I’m… surprised. I thought for sure it would be another year of us being passed up.” they said

She added “The fans really pulled through!” She raised her award and held it up to clink it with Kiyo’s. “I’m not sure what else to even say.”

“We are grateful for the nomination, and thank everyone who cast a vote.” Asked if they had anything more to say, Kiyo finished with “As difficult as some fans can be, it's always good to feel appreciated.”

Everyone went back down, further winners were to be announced. Neither cared much, but would support friends who could get it. For now all they wanted was to cuddle up together on the bleachers. The rest of the night was for relaxing.

[johannstutt413]

(requested by anonymous)

The Doctor wasn’t sure there was anything that could salvage his day at this point. Sure, his shift was about to end - and thank whatever god watched over their calamity-ridden world for that - but what was he going to do with himself? No games he felt like playing, or shows he felt like watching...Hell, he didn’t even feel that hungry-

“Doctor?” There was a knock on his door. “Are you busy?”

“Just finishin’ up. Come on in, Bagpipe.”

She immediately did. “Do you have supper plans?”

“Uh...I wasn’t even sure I was gonna eat dinner, honestly-”

“What?! And just go to bed hungry?!” Bagpipe shook her head. “That just won’t do at all.”

The Doctor looked away from his computer to explain himself more efficiently...and saw the picnic basket in her hands. “You want to have a picnic? With me?”

“Sure do! Just the two of us, if you don’t mind. Wanna run a few things by you now that I’m more settled in.”

“Huh. Well, I’m not gonna turn you down after you already went and made a basket for us.” He got up from his chair and stretched, cracking just about every joint in his body as he did. “Ahhhh...much better. Did you already pick a spot for us, or are you open to a suggestion?”

She shook her head. “Wherever you have in mind works for me, Doctor...Do I have to call you Doctor?”

“Doc works, too. I’m not all that attached to my real name thanks to the amnesia.”

“Doc, huh? Alrighty.” She followed closely behind him as they left his office. “Do you like potatoes, Doc?” 

He smiled for the first time today. “I don’t get a lot of them, but I like them well enough.”

“Well I was thinkin’ we should start growin’ ‘em! That way we could have ‘em whenever we want, and it’d let me do some farmin’ again.”

“You really enjoy it that much?” The Doctor shrugged. “I can talk to some folks about it for you, but that sounds like a lot of work.”

Bagpipe nodded. “Oh don’t get me wrong, it is, but I’m real good at it, and it’s real rewardin’! ‘Specially if you’ll eat the potatoes I grow us...”

“Alright, here we are.” They’d arrived at an open deck with a large glass dome looking out at the sky behind the ship.

“Wow. This is mighty pretty, Doc.” She opened her basket and unfurled a plaid blanket. “Mind helpin’ me with the corners?”

He didn’t mind at all. “Hey, this blanket matches your skirt, doesn’t it?”

“Eh? Oh, I guess so. Didn’t even think of that...Maybe I shoulda found something else to wear.”

“Why would you go and do that?” The Doctor cocked his head innocently.

She sighed. “I’ve never understood city folk’s high fashion and all that, but...I wanna be cute, ya know? I don’t need to walk into a room and have the guys hooting and hollering like they do for Blaze or Skadi...But a lil’ attention now and again would be nice.”

“..Huh?” Going from innocence to confusion, his head flopped to the other side. “You don’t think you’re cute?”

“Wouldn’t folks say somethin’ if I was?”

He chuckled. “Some folks might. I dunno if they think that’s what you wanna hear.”

“Well, I do.” Bagpipe started unpacking the meal she’d made. “Alright, I found some potatoes, so I made a couple shepherd’s pies. Chicken, lamb, pork, steak, take your pick.”

“They’re still warm, too. Wow...These look amazin’, Bagpipe.”

She smiled. “Well, it’s all about how they taste, ain’t it? Let’s dig in.”

The Doctor started on the pork pie and did not regret his choice. “Man alive...You did such a good job on these.”

“As long as it ain’t fancy, I can make whatever you like, Doc.”

“Anything, huh?” He stood up, tin in hand, and sat closer to her. Much closer. “Can I tell you somethin’?”

Bagpipe nodded. “If I can tell you somethin’ right after.”

“That’s fine by me. You’re not just cute, Bagpipe; you’re adorable.”

“...Aww, shucks.” She blushed wildly, normally invisible freckles revealing themselves. “You’re not just sayin’ that, are ya?”

He leaned closer. “I wouldn’t pull your chain like that.”

“Doc...”

“Thing is, if you were just cute, I wouldn’t be sittin’ here with you right now.” The Doctor pulled back. “You know, there are plenty of good-lookin’ people workin’ here, but a lot of ‘em are mean, or shy, or somethin’ else that throws a wrench in tryin’a date ‘em. Then there’s you - you’re hard working, cute as a button, tough as nails, a great cook. I can’t find a flaw in you to save my life.”

She sniffed, wiping a tear from her eye. “Doc, you’re bein’ too sweet on me. I don’t wanna spoil the mood, so I’ll talk to ya about that one thing later...But while we’re here, how about we call this a first date?”

“Shoot, I’m willin’ to shoot straight to callin’ you my girlfriend, if that’s something you’re in’rested in.”

“More than you’ll ever know, I reckon.” They looked at each other for a moment before Bagpipe tapped his nose with a finger. “Boop.”

The Doctor chuckled as she started tidying up. “What was that about...hon? Does ‘hon’ work for you?”

“Sure, darlin’.”

“...I just got chills.” He shivered. “So much better than ‘Doc,’ ain’t it?”

She moved the basket to the other side of her. “It sure is. Well, I should take the leftovers back home...You wanna come with me?”

“That a question?” He yawned as he stood up to help her fold the blanket.

“Gettin’ tired, darlin’?” Saying it out loud was pure bliss. “Only wish there was a proper hay bale to nap on.”

The thought came to mind before he had a chance to filter it. “Well, a bed oughta be just fine.”

“Well, that didn’t take more than a minute.” Bagpipe slid the blanket into the basket with a wry grin.

“Sorry ‘bout that,” he sighed. “I’m just so happy, I-”

Basket over her shoulder, she grabbed him by both of his and pulled him within inches of her face, arms settling behind his neck. “You ain’t gotta apologize for sayin’ what we’re both thinkin’.”

“...I love ya already.”

“And I’ve loved ya for awhile now.” Her eyes flashed to his lips and back. “You gonna make a move, darlin’, or are we just gonna stand here?”

The light in his eyes only disappeared when they closed for the kiss.

[victoodles]

Heaven’s Gates

reviewed and edited by the absolute angel that is @verai-marcel​! find it and all my work on AO3!

A celebration for the ages. 

The Braithwaite’s legacy was now nothing more than ashes in the wind. One less inbred stain on Rhodes’ history - Dutch vehemently made sure of that. 

It was a bloody affair, bordering on barbaric. But Dutch insisted, as he is want to do, that it was necessary. Had to be done. And because of his spontaneous action fueled by a restless trigger finger, the youngest Van der Linde found himself home, nestled safely in his mother’s arms. 

The pain of past failures, grieving and loss are forgotten for the time being. There would be time to nurse those wounds later, but now is time for merriments! 

More importantly, drinking. 

Lots and lots of drinking. 

Crates of beer and whiskey are unboxed and passed around generously from one eager hand to the next as songs of victory begin to drift into the starry night. A choir so bombastic and jovial even the alligators lurking beyond the swampy underbrush seem entertained.

The party is shy a voice, however. Two to be exact. 

It seems Arthur had favored abandoning the festivities, tired of receiving the praise he adamantly believes he doesn’t deserve. He doesn’t need kind words in return for doing the right thing - something that needed to be done. 

If he is to be rewarded, Arthur yearns for something sweeter, honeyed and intoxicating. 

A craving he aimed to satiate with you. 

He wordlessly leads you from the campfire’s glow back to the imposing homestead that is Shady Belle, a faded scar against the skyline of Lemoyne.

From the way he grips your hand, firm and insistent, you know he needs you. Now. It’s a familiar hold. And again, again, again you comply, answering his every beck and call with the same silent affirmation and tender smile.     

Some of the men hoot and holler profanities in response to his intentions, lascivious but harmless in nature; Arthur will deal with them later.  

For now, he focuses on escorting you up the weathered staircase, so briskly the wood barely has time to creak under you. He’s ever chivalrous though despite his hurried pace, a hand on the small of your back as he makes sure you mount each step before himself. It’s endearing in its simplicity - at how it comes so naturally. 

The gossamer of said chivalry is soon pulled back before you even reach the door to his quarters. It’s replaced with rough hands on your cheeks as he pulls you in for a hungry kiss; silk and lace turn to leather and calloused palms.

You’re pressed immodestly against the wall as Arthur moves his lips against you with fervor. It’s a song and dance you’ve become well accustomed to thanks to his teachings, and you respond in kind. Lips soft against his, sighing in blissful content with each pass of his mouth. Pleasured elation transitions into surprise when you feel his tongue tracing your bottom lip, accompanied by a fervent hand palming your rear through layers of skirts.

Your relationship with Arthur was still relatively new, fresh, only engaging in kissing and occasional heavy petting. You had never been with another man before, not so much as a chaste kiss on the cheek in contrast to this emblazoned act of passion against a dirty, peeling wall in an outlaw camp. He had been considerate in that regard, gently easing you into physicality at a leisured pace. 

Arthur would never overstep himself, not with you; despite his incessant denial to the contrary, Arthur Morgan is a gentleman at heart. He’s patient, the tip of his tongue barely grazing your lips now as he awaits your consent, verbal or otherwise. 

He doesn’t wait long.

Timidly, you part your lips for him and he spares no time deepening the connection. Arthur revels at how sweet you taste and your head is reeling at the hint of whiskey on his tongue. It’s, again, all so new for you, another first for Arthur to claim. And you’d gladly give them all to him. 

You whine in response when he pulls away, but it’s shushed with a gentler kiss and a soft hand on your hip. 

“Hush now, darlin’.” His voice has a teasing lilt to it; you can’t help but smile. He kisses you again, with slightly more intensity before he leads you (finally) to his room. 

It’s as neat as it can be, considering the circumstances. You notice his bed is made, albeit with a single worn blanket and pillow, but it’s the thought that counts. A coy smile graces your lips and Arthur can’t help the tinge of pink that dusts his cheeks ever so slightly. 

“W-was hopin’ you’d be willin’ to - I mean I would be honored if ya-” he struggles to find the right words while still maintaining his composure. Arthur has spoken to women of high society before, courted one in particular. And he’s trying his best to show you the same respect, to remind you of home. Your smile only widens.

“Christ,” his words are becoming a jumbled mess and his face is growing hotter. “What I’m tryin’ to say is-”

Now it’s your turn to hush him up with a kiss. 

You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him with his same intensity. Arthur is momentarily caught by surprise, the back of his knees hitting the edge of the bed. It doesn’t take him long to recover, his hands finding purchase on your waist as he returns your affections in kind. 

“Yes,” is all you whisper against the shell of his ear. Arthur is a big man, as tough and tumble as they come. But feeling him shiver against you has a satisfaction surging through you, as well as a newfound sense of confidence as you dare to place one of Arthur’s large palms over your breast. He gawks at you, eyes going comically wide at this shift in dynamics. 

The other girls had teased you incessantly for your lack of...experience as they so ineloquently put it. It seems they had all had their fair share of romps in the hay, some even happening within the confines of camp! (Karen doesn’t have the decency to blush at the very easily proven accusations.) 

However, you were raised differently than them, proper as some might call it. A woman’s body was meant only children, any act of intimacy outside of a lawful marriage would bring damnation. Fire and brimstone and all the other horribly dreadful words your mother would caterwaul anytime you glanced at the opposite sex.

But now? There’s no mother hissing in your ear, no manor walls acting as the cold bars of a gilded cage. 

It’s just Arthur.

And the promise of something glorious.  

Arthur looks to you again. 

Are you sure...with me?  

You offer him a coy smile and a squeeze of his hand for reassurance - doubt has no place between the two of you. He can’t respond with anything but a shaky sigh as he starts to undo the buttons of your blouse with trembling hands. Your nervousness stems from a place of complete naivety, his comes from a long drought of knowing a woman’s touch. 

It’s a fresh experience for the both of you, but Arthur doesn’t plan on using you for a refresher of how man and woman lay together. 

The top buttons come loose slowly but surely. And it doesn’t take long for Arthur’s yearning to be sparked like flint and he picks up his pace, impatient. The skin of your collarbone is soon exposed to him and he hungrily latches on, making you keen. He sucks on it feverishly, not being able to help or stop himself from creating small red blossoms just shy of where is considered modest or decent. They’re a naughty secret, a reminder for the both of you. 

Your hands find purchase in his hair, soft under your fingertips from a recent bath. Arthur is exploring, his lips and tongue roaming new territory not even traversed by you. Fear had kept you from knowing your own body, an apprehension that quickly burns away from Arthur’s heated touches.

Let those wretched emotions join what’s left of the Braithwaite manor.

Arthur frees you from your blouse, leaving your chest fully bare to him. You can’t help the attempt to cover your indecency, face red with shame; how foolish of you to think you could overcome years of conditioning. 

You’re no nymph. 

You’re just a scared little girl playing at some semblance of confidence. 

Mother was right. 

Mother was right. 

Tears threaten to spill but Arthur doesn’t let them. With a reserved gentleness, he takes your hands and brings them up to his lips, placing a tender kiss on the inside of each palm. 

“You’re beautiful,” is all he says. It’s all you need. 

Again you kiss him - you just can’t help yourself. It seems Arthur can’t help himself either as he rolls his hips against your own. 

In that moment you feel him, truly feel him, warm, eager, and hard against you. 

It sets your body aflame. 

You hurriedly go to work rescuing Arthur from the burden of his own clothing, fingers deft as if they’ve done this before. Who ever said sewing and removing mens’ shirts couldn’t be one in the same?  Arthur mimics you, albeit a bit more clumsy in his motions as he works you out of your skirt and onto the bed. He’s getting greedy now, roaming and touching everywhere, anywhere he can. Timidness no longer rears its ugly head in your mind and you welcome each and every sensation, traveling further and further downward. 

Arthur somehow manages to shimmy out of his pants, leaving you both in nothing but undergarments. Your nervous flush is still heavily apparent but you barely notice it, too enamored by Arthur’s half naked physique. Karen and Mary-Beth had shared with you lewd cigarette cards from their “private” collection (you’d hardly call the piss poor hiding spot under Karen’s pillow private). 

But seeing Arthur undressed and on top of you: chest heaving, hair disheveled, and cheeks a deep crimson? It paints an entirely different picture than those glorified Adonises on flimsy cards. He’s real, adorned with scars from an unkind life but each with its own story to tell. 

You want to know them all, you muse as his mouth trails over your breast to capture a nipple between his lips. Gasps and sighs escape you, all melodic and decadent to Arthur’s ear. Such beautiful symphonies he aims to compose with your voice alone. 

You arch your back, desperate for more, more, more. 

Arthur was never one to deny a lady in waiting. 

He licks a circle around the tender flesh with the tip of his tongue, breath hot on your skin while his free hand dares to traverse to the hem of your drawers, toying idly with the linen as he sucks and nips as he pleases. 

Your blush turns into an unbearable heat all across your body, practically singeing the tips of your fingers and toes from its intensity. You feel the pulsing need for him in the pit of your stomach, begging to be satiated however he sees fit. However he’ll have you.

How lewd, you humor the thought for a moment.

It soon turns to oblivion within Hell’s second circle.  

Who cares? Who cares. Who cares!   

“A-Arthur,” you manage to pant. He never thought his name could sound so heavenly falling from your lips. 

He looks at you, expectantly, waiting to answer your every beck and call. Fingers dip beneath the fabric and your already ragged breathing hitches in your throat. 

“What is it darlin’?” It’s a rhetorical question, he’s fully aware. Arthur knows the cure to your incessant longing.

“Please,” you all but beg, voice trembling as you grip the sheet beneath you with white knuckles. You raise your hips, needing more contact. 

How could Arthur deny you of that - of anything?

In one fluid motion, your drawers are pulled off and discarded only God knows where. And again Arthur’s fingers move lower, brushing over your hip bones and leaving goosebumps in their wake until they reach the apex of your womanhood. The rough pad of his thumb ghosts over a spot so decadent you turn into a quivering mess. 

“You like that?” Arthur’s voice is smooth like the whiskey he was sampling, laced with the same warmth. It’s enveloping. All you can manage is a nod as he applies more pressure, tracing circles around your clit as his index finger rubs languidly at your entrance. 

A white hot electricity shoots through you as he slips a finger into you with ease, caressing it against your soft inner walls. It’s a foreign intrusion, one that takes a minute to acclimate to, but the discomfort is assuaged by Arthur’s skilled hand as he starts moving and curling not one, but two fingers at a steady pace.

“More.”

Arthur is no stranger following orders, dropping everything to do as he is bid or told. On occasion it’s both. It’s cumbersome, tiring even. But if you’re the one cracking the whip...

Your wish is his command. 

You can’t contain the cry of protest that wracks you as he withdraws his hand, leaving you terribly, horribly empty. But when you see him through half lidded eyes licking his fingers clean, the feeling is replaced with a white hot need. And a rapidly building pressure buried in the pit of your stomach that is ready to burst. 

The pearly glow of Heaven’s gate is tantalizingly close.

Arthur sits up on his knees, breathing labored as he looks at you. His eyes are a raging storm, calm seas long since lost, and every muscle is coiled and taught. He offers nothing except a rough moan of your name, taking himself in his hands to seek his own pleasure while you prepare yourself for what’s next.

The fear comes back, gnarled and ugly. 

“Arthur, I...I’ve never-“ The words refuse to come out and Arthur distracts you with a kiss as he climbs back on top of you. 

“I know, it’s okay,” he smiles at you so sweetly, “I’ll be gentle.” 

Arthur would never dream of hurting you. 

He inches into you as slowly as he can, grunting profanities at how tight you feel around him. The stretch is uncomfortable, bordering on painful, and you hold onto Arthur’s shoulders as he sinks deeper within you. 

“Are you-”

“I’m o-okay,” you reassure him. Arthur can’t help his concern, blatantly apparent on his face, but he trusts your judgement more than to let his worries hinder him. However, he still manages to practice some self restraint, pausing to allow you more time for pain to evolve into pleasure. 

He’s inside you now, completely. The clouds don’t turn black and the ground doesn’t crumble beneath your feet. There’s just a dull ache.

And an insatiable need for more.

Should there be a cacophony of chaos and hellhounds growling at your heels in your wake, so be it. 

You wrap your legs around his waist, silently urging him on. Arthur notices your readiness and begins to move slowly within you. Each roll of his hips has you writhing beneath him, gasps and moans escaping out the window to join the music of the night.

His composure is ironclad for your sake, careful to not overwhelm or hurt you in any capacity. But he’s far from perfect, and his resolve cracks with every moan of his name and pleasure induced beg. 

More, God please more!

Arthur’s steady pace breaks, devolving into a rapid, hard cadence as he indulges himself for the first time in what feels like years. You’re giving him an insurmountable amount of trust - you’re giving him everything there is to give. Arthur is by no means a selfish man but God does he want it all. 

Mine.

Dutch can take all the gold and Tahitian sand the world has to offer, leave Arthur with you in this god forsaken swamp on this rickety bed until his day of reckoning undoubtedly comes.  

You stand on the precipice of something glorious. You were close to something, close to unraveling. 

Arthur’s thrusts become forceful, erratic. One hand finds your clit while the other threatens to tear the pillow behind your head to shreds. And the world outside becomes overly acquainted with the sound of your lover’s name.

The pearl inlaid handle of Heaven’s gate unhinges. Angels reach out to lead you to rapture. 

Take me now.

You come undone, spectacularly so: synapses firing, nerve endings singing, and a beautiful array of colors blooming behind closed eyes. It’s a glorious symphony that crescendos to a grand finale as you feel Arthur release himself onto your stomach, his heavy grunts matching your cries of ecstasy. 

Basking in post orgasm opalescence, you suppose tomorrow the girls will have a new reason to tease you.

But who cares. 

Certainly not you, now that you’ve found your own key to Heaven.

[applsauss]

Close Encounters

Description: Daisuke has never had victory ripped so suddenly from him before.

Fandom: Starblazers/Space Battlehship Yamato


Pairing: 
Daisuke Shima (Mark Venture)/Reader

Word Count: 
1.9k+

Warning(s): None.

“I can’t believe we lost the entire third bridge!”

“Wasn’t (L/N) sent down there today?”

Daisuke has never had victory ripped so suddenly from him before.

His heart leaps in his chest. His thoughts screech to an abrupt halt. “What?!” he shouts, looking wildly around for the officer who’d spoken. He is gripping the armrests of his chair so tightly his gloves creak. 

There is an energy in his muscles, one that winds and winds and winds, the tension stretching in him like an elastic band in preparation for… Something. It’s an animal reaction, one that he can’t suppress at the thought of you in danger. 

“Well, go on, Shima!” Kodai shouts, startling Daisuke enough that he leaps from his chair and bolts across the bridge to the elevator. He barely manages to prevent himself from running into the elevator doors, and once inside, he cracks a button in his desperation to get to the lower decks.

As the elevator moves, he grips the railing to keep himself from pacing and he thinks of Gamalon; of the sulfur sea, of how it corroded the metal of the ship within minutes - had they suffered casualties? He was too focused on piloting the ship through the strange, underground airspace to hear anything else being said on the bridge. 

What if you’re injured? What if you’re truly gone, along with the third bridge? What then? What would he do then? 

You still haven’t returned to your home, shown him the pines and the aquamarine lake you dream of, of the rolling fog you wax poetic about, of the dew and the rain and the ocean full of rusting, hulking freighters - you’d promised you’d take him to see it. What would he do if you never get the chance to take him there? If he never quit the game in time to just tell you how he feels?

It is hard to breathe and his chest is burning with panic unknown to him. He thinks of your face and cannot imagine a world without it.

The elevator opens to the lower decks in chaos. Crewmen in orange are rushing about sealing corrosion damage off, quieting hissing pipes, and shouting at fritzing communication panels. The air is heavy and muggy, like a windless, summer afternoon from childhood. 

Daisuke rushes out into the confusion, not sure where to look, but looking nonetheless. There is a long line of crewmen standing against the wall farther along the hallway, clutching their sides, slumped or sitting on the floor - obviously injured. Daisuke approaches them swiftly, eyes flitting over each of their faces, desperate to see yours, and then he finds you standing in a crowd of crewmen waiting to be treated for acid burns, directing the flow. 

Your face is dotted with sweat, smudged with grease, and smoke stains the white of your uniform. Daisuke rushes towards you, and his voice is torn from his chest as he shouts. “(L/N)!” 

“Shima!” You whip around to face him, raw relief written over your features as you hurry over to him. He slows when he nears, then says, “fuck it,” and grabs your face, intent on kissing you before he realizes with a start what he’s doing and stops himself.

“Can I kiss you?” he rushes out, suddenly finding himself resisting the urge to tear his hands from you in shame, his voice loud from how nervous he is. 

You don’t respond, just stare, wide-eyed, up at him. His ears are full of cotton and his depth of field drops off. There is a cut on your forehead, bleeding red; your lips part when you suck in a sharp, surprised breath.

Sometimes Daisuke feels like you’re a cloud of smoke he’s trying to contain with just his bare hands; the idea of you slipping through his fingers whenever he tries to hold on. Other times, he’s sure you’d rather be at his side than anywhere else, and the thought fills him with such pride and joy his chest feels about to explode.

Before he can say or do anything else, you grab the collar of his uniform and press your lips against his. Your face is frazzled, and a wild blush craws up his cheeks when he feels your hot breath on his skin. 

It feels like everything he thought it would and more, to have you in his arms. The kiss is something desperate, your arms wind around his neck, he feels nails drag lightly across the skin of his scalp, and the more you pull him towards you, the less he wants to resist this feeling anymore. 

He cranes his neck to lessen the height difference and kisses you more firmly, to try and tell you without words what he is feeling in this very moment - relief; joy; great, unbridled affection. He wants to tell you everything he feels for you, how long he’s felt it and why. Your lips part and glide against his and he never wants to stop kissing you.

He maybe forgets a bit where he is, but so do you. Daisuke takes a step forward, bending over you and you take a step back, pulling him closer by his shoulders. He doesn’t think about much except for how to press his lips against yours, how to move, how to never let you out of his sight again.

You make a sound that’s muffled by his mouth, something small, a promise of more, it is like a hook in his stomach. Heat floods his body - and then you both pull away from the kiss when you hear the wolf whistles of the crew.

“I-” Daisuke looks around, mortified, and tries to step away, to put the proper distance between the two of you, but your hold on his collar quickly moves to his arms to keep him close. He locks eyes with you in a panic, and finds you’re beaming up at him.

You let out a disbelieving laugh, mouth in an open smile as you stare up at him, and that’s what does him in. There is clapping, hooting and hollering, and he squeezes his eyes shut and drops his head to your shoulder, hiding away his face as you wrap your arms around him in an attempt to comfort. You continue to laugh, though, the distinct tone of victory flavouring your voice, and even still, he wants more of you.

He groans, embarrassment clawing at his chest. He’s supposed to be cool and collected, he’s the goddamn executive officer of the whole navigational division, the main helmsman of the ship, he isn’t supposed to be like this. He isn’t supposed to do this.

“I’m so sorry,” he mumbles into your shoulder, and you laugh harder, then brace your hands on his chest to push him back, so you can see his face. 

“I’m not!” you say happily, peering at him with such lovely eyes. 

Daisuke is a bright, cherry, stop-light red, looking from you to the small crowd that’s gathered around the show. Then he remembers he left his post. “I have to get back to the bridge!” he shouts suddenly, jumping away from you.

You balk at him. “You left while still on duty? You’re the helmsman!” Daisuke is already running past you and down the hall. “Shima, you drive the ship!”

“We’ll talk later, alright?” he shouts over his shoulder, calling out from the end of the hallway as he presses the elevator call button, urging it arrive faster by tapping his foot. You run to catch up with him just as one arrives, and then he steps inside.

“Yea! Of course! Later, Shim-” the elevator doors shut before you can finish your goodbye. 

He goes through a slew of emotions on the short trip back; from jumping for joy at your reciprocation of his feelings, to burying his face in his hands at how his declaration had been in front of so many people. Heat returns to his face when he thinks of how attractive you’d been, of how into the kiss he was. Then he feels horror creep over him when he remembers how he’d ran before you could finish what you were saying. Was that rude? Would you be upset with him?

He shamefully steps back onto the bridge and thanks whatever higher power there is that Captain Avatar wasn’t on there to witness his unprofessionalism, but soon finds that every bridge officer is giving him such smug, knowing looks - he’d rather face the captain’s wrath than this.

Kodai has the smuggest face of them all, he’s wearing a wide smile and has his eyebrows tauntingly raised. Nova is grinning happily at Daisuke in support of his romance, Aihara is smirking at the communications station like it’s just told him an inappropriate joke, but the worst - the absolute worst of them - is Sanada, who is grinning straight at him, like he’s an older brother proud of his younger brother’s first girlfriend. 

Daisuke shudders and resolves to never give Jiro that look. Or maybe he should out of dedication to some centuries-old rite of passage.

He does the walk of shame to his post, all the while dreading any sort of acknowledgement of what he’d just done. He’s just waiting, still waiting, for the comment he knows is coming because Kodai is giving him the look he gives someone when he’s just won an argument - and Daisuke knows whatever it is that’s about to come out of Kodai’s mouth is going to send him into cardiac arrest. 

The teasing doesn’t come until he reaches his chair. He’s just barely set his hand on the back of it to swivel it around and take a seat when Kodai snorts. 

“So, how’d it go-”

“Don’t even start with me, Kodai,” Daisuke interrupts with the line he’d prepared, putting on a mask of indifference and intolerance of mischief. It’s the person he wishes he was, the person he projects when he’s tasked with responsibility. He sits down fully and pretends to be dignified, busying himself with taking unnecessary readings on the console in an effort to dissuade Kodai from continuing.

This does not work.

“Yea? Or what?” Kodai swivels his chair around. Daisuke makes the mistake of looking over and finds that he’s slouched completely, with his arms smuggly crossed over his chest. “You’ll tell (L/N)?” 

Daisuke flinches at the mention of you, and goes silent and beet red. Memory of what happened comes rushing to the forefront of his mind: the feeling of your hair tickling the strip of skin revealed by the back of his glove, the smooth skin of your cheek brushing his, your wet lips pressed against his, the barrier of your teeth, the dip of your waist, the way you - 

“I see how it is,” Kodai says, facing forward again. “Did you at least tell our deputy communication’s officer that you’re head over heels in love-”

“Kodai!” Daisuke hisses. He is uncomfortably aware of every other crew member in the room pretending to not be able to hear their conversation while at the same time, very obviously eavesdropping. That damn Aihara is the worst. He’s staring strictly away from them while tilting his head in their direction, ear like a satellite disc.

“What? It’s true isn’t it?” 

Daisuke whips his head back around and hunches over the console to try and will the blush from his face. “You’re impossible,” he grumbles, and Kodai laughs, then sits up in the chair. 

“Yea, well, you’re welcome, anyways.” 

Daisuke permits himself a small smile and concedes that Kodai does in fact deserve a thank you, not that he’ll get one.

Masterlist in Desc.

[kissmekissme-calum]

Just Say Yes, A Calum Hood Imagine

Word Count : 1225

Requested : No, just the imagine i came up with earlier23

Authors Note : This is based in 2014, so Calum would be 18. It’s how it happened in my brain, so roll with it lol :) enjoy :)

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“(YN), come on, let’s just try it okay? I promise I’ll be a good boyfriend!” Calum’s large brown eyes stared you down and you sighed, slowly shaking your head. Calum had been trying to ask you out for the past year, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to say yes. “Calum, you know I like you…” you began and seeing the look in his eyes shift, you turned on your heel and ran down the hall and outside the studio. His eyes were going to be your weakness. Outside the studio, you leaned against the wall and slowly crawled onto the ground, bringing your knees to your chest. If only Calum knew how much you wanted to say yes, you wanted to be with him more than anything. Hell, you even loved the guy, but you couldn’t say yes. Not yet you couldn’t. Calum stood in the spot you left him, his eyes trained on the spot your feet just were. He couldn’t believe it, you liked him, why wouldn’t you go out with him. He knew you didn’t have a boyfriend, you made sure to point that out all the time, so Calum really didn’t understand. He’d loved you from the moment he laid eyes on you a year ago. Your smile had lit the entire room up, you were the first person to give the band a chance, you were the first person that he’d ever fallen in love with. He just wanted to be able to hold you and tell you how much he loved you, you just wouldn’t give him the chance. Sighing, he went back into the recording room where the rest of the guys were and huffed into a chair, looking at the wall ahead of him. “Said no again?” Luke asked, writing some stuff in a notebook before strumming at his guitar again. Calum shook his head. “No, this time she said she liked me and then ran off outside. I don’t understand what I’m doing wrong, she’s not trying to stop my asking but she’s also not saying yes. What am I doing wrong?” He sat forward, his elbows propped on his knees, his head in his hands. He was beyond confused at this point, what was it about girls that did this to people. A hand tapped on Calum’s shoulder, bringing his head to look up at Ashton. “You really don’t understand?” “No! Do you?” “Yeah.” He nodded. “She got drunk the other night and after you fell asleep, it was just her and me and well when she drinks, she talks. A lot.” Ashton’s eyes lifted and he smirked. “She talks her deepest secrets.” “What’d she say?” Calum was now standing, looking his bandmate in the eye, excitement and curiosity had him bouncing on the balls of his feet now. Ashton giggled. “Alright, calm down.” His tone then got serious, Calum would never understand how Ashton could change emotion so fast, but that was for him to think about later, he had another issue to delve into at the moment. “She doesn’t want to say yes to you because she wants you to experience the world, she said she doesn’t want to hold you back. If she gets into a relationship, she wants to have it be one that lasts, and she’s also a little older than you.” “I don’t care about age!” Calum interrupted. “I love that girl, she’s amazing! But she only says no because she wants me to date other girls? Experience the Hollywood life?” Ashton nodded. “Pretty much, I told her she was wrong but I don’t think she heard me because that’s when she passed out on the couch.” Calum’s eyes were now trained back in the direction you went. He had to talk to you, he couldn’t let you get away, not again. - The cool ground chilled your bones, your conversation with Calum still in your mind. The look in his eyes, that damn puppy dog look, you loved it so much, wanted to look into it everyday. Your mind wasn’t shutting up and you didn’t mind, it was distracting you so that you didn’t go back inside and continue to make the situation with Calum worse than it already was. You couldn’t keep doing this to him, he had to know, you just didn’t want to be the one who had to tell him. The door next to you opened and a pair of long slender legs walked out and stood in front of you before reaching for your arms and pulling you up. Once you stood, you looked up into the eyes that had your heart fluttering like a million butterflies had just been released. “Calum.” He nodded and leaned his head down and captured your lips in his, you were caught off guard by the kiss, but that didn’t stop you from kissing him back. His lips tasted so sweet, just as you’d always imagined they’d be. They were full and matched with yours perfectly. You’d wanted to taste his lips for so long and it was finally happening. But remembering your earlier conversation, you broke off the kiss, catching your breath, your hand clutched onto Calum’s shirt as you looked to the side. “Why did you…” He interrupted you. “I don’t care about the age difference, (YN), you’re barely a year older, that’s not shit. You want a relationship you can see going the distance, you don’t want to hold me down? (YN),” He paused making you look into his eyes. “Ashton told me what you told him the other night when you were drunk, when he said all that, it made complete sense to me why you kept saying no. But I’m here to tell you, I don’t want anyone else! I want you, if this goes the distance I’ll be the happiest guy in the world.” “But you’re only 18.” You say quietly and he shook his head harder. “Doesn’t matter. Young love happens all the time, you’re not going to be holding me back. I want you, only you, never anyone else. Please, (YN), please just give me a chance. Let me prove to you that I can be who you need, be the one who’ll stay by your side for a lifetime. I won’t go anywhere if you don’t’ go anywhere.Please, just say yes!” You blushed as he spoke. “You are very persistent Calum.” He was getting antsy and begun dancing on his feet as he awaited your proper response. “Only if you’re sure.” You say and he nods his head, he really was the most adorable and sexiest person you had ever met. “Then okay, I’ll give this a shot.” “Really?” He nearly screamed to the heavens and you giggled and leaned in for another kiss and he had no problem giving into your wants. As you two shared another kiss, you heard hoots and hollers from inside and the both of you slowly turned to see the other three guys smiling and waving from inside a window, congratulating you in their very special way. You turned back to Calum. “They’re a part of the package with dating you?” you question and Calum shrugged his shoulders. “Sorry.” You shook your head, opening the door to head back inside. “Don’t be. I just can’t say no to you anymore .”

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send in some requests but specify which boy you want! I’ll write for the 1d guys if you want also, and yes that includes Zayn still!

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A Kiss... as A Suggestion

Send me a Ship and a Number and I will Write a Kiss

27) For Ignoct prompted by @unleashed-hell [read it here on my AO3]

I can’t actually thank you enough for the ‘suggestion’ please laugh at my terrible usage of a joke I’m really grateful for the chance to use creative flow. 

“Well then…” Prompto stated sassily. His eyebrows raised high in a fashion that had Noctis as physically on edge as possible. His tone hadn’t sounded as optimistic before as it did now.

“No,” Noctis pointed and raised his voice above the music playing. “Don’t you even, Prompto.”

Gladio had focused in on their conversation a long time ago due to the topic. The burly fellow simply couldn’t resist a flirtatious encounter. He was way more humored than he needed to be, which was another factor that added to the nerves building up in Noct’s stomach.

“Hey, don’t side with him,” he quickly directed to the man as he started to laugh.

Ignis remained standing firmly in place where he’d been listening to them banter the matter. The idea of what Prompto was already insinuating filled him just as evenly as it had filled Noctis with panic. At a time like now, nothing would be more embarrassing than to kiss his partner in front of the both of them. Of course Prompto already knew, but it was starting to sound more like a dare to convince Gladio than anything else. Ignis swallowed hard.

Maybe…

“Oh come on, you guys can’t honestly act so shy.”

Prompto’s gaze returned to Noct with a suggestively smug expression. His cheeks were flushed from the drinks they’d shared throughout the night. It wasn’t as if they weren’t old enough to toss a few back – or to be prepared for the effects of doing so. It was only going to get worse from here at that rate. The apparent had yet to hit the air and yet Ignis felt he already knew. He was pretty sure they all knew. Noct was fighting it enough to start considering what he should say to steer their interests to anything different. What a cheeky situation.

“You guys have kissed at least once, right?” Gladio asked.

Ignis adjusted his glasses. It wasn’t as if he could pretend he didn’t belong in the discussion nor that he couldn’t hear what was being said around him.  

“Well,” Noctis whispered, unsure of himself. “We… uh…”

Gladio waved an arm in the air at him. “Pfft, that about says it all.” He laughed again.

Prompto could see Noct’s self-esteem visibly drop. “That’s real lame bro. You got anything else to justify that lousy answer?”

Ignis stepped forward towards his partner and grabbed his shoulder to reassure him. “Reasonably, you shouldn’t expect him to rush a relationship.” Noct was more than grateful he’d broken his silence.

“It’s not like there’s pressure, right?” Gladio contradicted. “You two clearly love each other; why aren’t you kissing?”

“Yeah, why aren’t you two kissing right now?”

“I already told you P, back off.” Noct’s face was a thicker shade of blush suddenly. Ignis slipped a grin, all too aware that it couldn’t be blamed solely on the wine. “We do… kiss. A-and other stuff.”

“Other stuff?!” Prompto lunged in his seat. The exaggerated motion forced liquid to spill over the rim of his cup.

Gladio gave a nudge into the blonde’s ribs, a provocative notion which the couple attempted to ignore. Noct turned back to face Ignis and saw him pinching the bridge of his nose while shaking his head.

“No way. You’ve gotta prove it then.”

Oh no.

Ignis brought both hands up to cover his entire face. So, he really was frustrated then. “Why do you feel it necessary to antagonize us?” he groaned.

“What’s the matter Igster? Ya flustered? Bothered, even?”

“We don’t have to prove anything,” Noctis followed Iggy’s lead. Despite that Ignis had been holding him well in place with solid thinking, he couldn’t help his mind from going there. It was tempting… to kiss him with them watching – just to shut them up at least.

Maybe, just maybe.

Dirty as it was, Noctis wasn’t so cautious about their bond. The same could not exactly be said for the more reserved of the duo. Ignis was professional; he was proper (as demonstrated by his ability to hold down his alcohol). Even still, the implications were taking their tole on his poker face and Noctis could tell he was overthinking it.

“You know,” he emphasized towards Ignis. “It is just the guys. I mean, they’re not gonna tell.”

Ignis stammered. “N-Noct.”

“It’s a celebration,” Gladio reminded them with a cheer. “You should loosen up!”

Prompto playfully winked and kicked his legs around. “Go for it, loosen those lips!”

Ignis’ shoulders tensed. “Are you… honestly thinking-? Noct?”

Noctis inched closer to him. “It’s just harmless fun. Besides, it’s not like I’m ashamed of us.”

Keeping the hoots and hollers of their friends as much in the background of his attention as he could manage, Ignis aimed his eyes away from everyone. Evidently, he wasn’t so structured afterall.

“If you’re gonna say you’re dating ‘and stuff’,” Prompto mimicked a quotation with his fingers, “then I suggest you seal the deal with your mouths.”

“Yeah, and none of that cheap one-second puckering either,” Gladio added. “Make it a real one!”

The tips of Noct’s shoes tapped against the floor tile as he closed the gap between their chests. From up close, he could see how undone he truly was. He was starting to sweat and with his body language so posh, it was outrageously obvious that he was putting on a front. In the reflection of his shining iris, Noct could see his camouflaged trembling. Was he quietly pleading, or was he struggling to deny his want to touch him?

Poor thing. He worried just a bit too much.

“Brace yourself, Specs.”

Ignis grounded his feet. He looked back at their audience (who had both leant in – almost in disbelief – to gawk and shout at them) but his green spotlights came back to Noctis with speed. The raven-haired boy’s eyelids fell shut and his jaw angled so their noses could brush. Noctis raised both arms to lace them around Ignis’ neck, then lifted onto his tiptoes for good measure. All practical train of thought fled Ignis’ brain the instant he had Noct’s lips upon him. It was a firm kiss, warm, and just as sure as it would have been if they were alone. His eyes finally closed as he gave in.

Noctis seemed especially pleased. It wasn’t so awful to demonstrate his affections like this. He pushed the kiss deeper, much to Prompto and Gladio’s surprise. Yes, it was all in good fun. Noct knew this could potentially leave somewhat of a scar on his beloved, but he hoped that the trust the four of them shared might outweigh the fear. Plus, the he could test Iggy’s limits. He hadn’t stopped him or shoved him away. There may have been some slim chance this moment proved more for the two of them than it would for anyone else.

So he kissed him again. Then a third time. And four, and five. He dipped his fingers into Iggy’s hair and rolled the strands around teasingly.

Prompto squealed loudly from the couch at the corner of the room. “Aw, damn! He looks so into it!” He gave a few slaps against Gladio’s exposed upper arm.

Ignis’ attitude utterly betrayed the composure he’d failed to sustain. He couldn’t keep his hands from cupping Noctis’ hips, particularly when he sensed his drunken wobbling. Curiously however, Noctis seemed rather steady. At least the motion of his mouth had him thinking as much. Perhaps it was he himself who was dizzy.

For a second, Noct pulled away, but only slightly. Ignis anticipated his love would be completely gone soon and it admittedly saddened him (once he put the prospect of their onlookers away). What passion, he thought. Was he being cocky or was he actually showing off? Was Ignis proud to be shown off?

Just as he was beginning to lessen his embrace, shock flooded his body when Noctis slipped his tongue deep into his mouth and licked all along the inside. Ignis grabbed at his shirt tightly and moaned from the wetness; an immediate regret. It didn’t help that Noctis had taken his own clasp of his shirt into his hands to keep him from pulling away.

No taking that one back.

Prompto was screaming. “You did that on purpose!”

Gladio had rolled to the side for air after witnessing them part. “Oh man- I don’t believe it! Aha!”

“You purposely turned to the side so we could see your tongue!” Prompto continuously repeated his statement in broken fragments over and over.

Noct spun to hide his face just long enough to register what he’d done. Why was it so difficult to hide his giggles? He prayed inwardly that it was worth it; he tasted Ignis’ tongue for the very first time right there in front of them. No way was he going to confess such a thing out loud. A revelation of that caliber would never die down. He’d be hearing about it for years. “You had better believe it now, you perverts. I’m not doing that for you again.”

He eventually accepted that he’d acted selfishly and started to feel bad. He threw his head back to check on Ignis and bit his bottom lip sharply – practically scolding himself – because he looked like he might start to cry.

“Ignis, you okay?” Calling his full name should have indicated his sincere concern. Surely he hadn’t crossed a serious line of some kind.

Ignis stood in the same place with the back of his wrist sheltering a partly concealed smile. Noctis blinked with a bit of apprehension. A huff of laughter parted from him.

“Too much?”

Ignis removed his hand and unveiled a blissful grin, stretched ear to ear. He shut his eyes tight and snorted before fully vocalizing his happiness, much to Noct’s relief. Thank goodness.

“For you, Noctis, too much is never enough.”

[on-cliffhanger-universe]

[FMM] What happens on vacation, stays on vacation

So this story is a couple years old now, I'm hoping it might be worth sharing though haha. I'm relatively new around these parts but it seems like a fun idea to share stuff that nobody other than those involved knows about...

Reading back what I wrote, I'm sorry for the absolute essay! PM's welcome and preferred over the chat feature.

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In the summer of '19 I was on holiday with a group of 6 of my female friends from my school days in Ayia Napa, Cyprus. It was the last few months of my 19th year and my first proper holiday (or vacation if you prefer, I'm British).

Anyone who's British will probably know the setup of those types of vacation. There were 7 of us in total, split across three separate hotel rooms each next door to each other.

I was sharing with two of my friends, Hannah and Emily.

If I have my thoughts correctly organised then I think this happened on the... third night of our holiday. It definitely wasn't the first or second, but timings sort of blur into one after a while I've found when it comes to trip memories (especially drunken ones), so I may be a little out.

So lets stick with the third night. That sounds about right.

We had been out drinking, as you do. We were at some sort of foam bar when I pulled some cute lad called Harry who I had been chatting to. We had met him and his group earlier that day on the beach, they were pretty cocky bunch but most of them were pretty fit so they got away with it haha. They had turned on the flirting talk even back at the beach but they obviously had something going for them.

So I heard my mates laugh and cheer, as they had noticed that Harry and I were busy trying to find each others tonsils towards the side of the dance floor. I was having a decent grope of his crotch, and he was squeezing onto my hips.

A little while later, probably after about 30 seconds to be fair, we slid off towards some of the seats tables that were further away from the dance floor. I had already had my fair share to drink by this point and was feeling it, but I knew what I was doing.

So we sit down one one of the sofas, there were a couple of other groups of people around but it was pretty dark and we weren't being overlooked or anything. We start kissing again, I'm kind of facing towards him and have my left leg / thigh draped over his left leg.

Whilst kissing I'm still groping at his dick through his jeans, and he slides his left hand down the back of my skirt to squeeze at my ass cheek. The drink must have been affecting me, because I'm normally a little cautious, but I traced my fingers up his crotch to slide down his fly. I flipped down the front of his boxers and pulled away from kissing to look down as an impressive uncut cock sprang out and into view, wrapping my hand around it and lightly rubbing my thumb over the tip.

"You wanna suck that dick babe..?" Were the charming words I remember hearing next, although I'm guessing that's probably only a natural request.

I remember looking around to double check that what I was ALREADY doing hadn't been overlooked, let alone to do anything else, but I believe now that his shuffling hip reaction meant he thought I was actually preparing to get my mouth down there right there and then haha.

"Not here.. " was what I said back to him, somewhat nervously, being met with an eager "Well where then?"

"Back at mine"

We went back to kissing with me lightly stroking his dick, but I reckon Harry was eager to move forward by then because he asked me a moment later whether we should get going!

We go back over to find some of my friends, who are mostly still together but one or two are off dancing, some of Harry's mates are around as well. I tell them we're heading off back to our hotel, queue much hooting and hollering from both the lads and some of my friends, all in good fun.

Emily, always the sensible one, checks that I'm definitely alright to head off and then off we go.

After a 5min stroll Harry and I end up against a wall at the side of the road, kissing again and this time with his hands down the front of my skirt / knickers getting busy on my clit. He kindly points out that his hotel is just 2min around the corner and mine is still about 10min away, so we decide to change plans and go back to his instead.

When we reached his room I realised that pretty much every hotel in Napa might as well have been built with the same layout haha. Could have convinced me it was my own room if it wasn't for boys rooms being at least 5x more messy. suitcases looking like they've burst at the seems with clothes hanging halfway out, night-out attire hung up slightly more neatly, shoddily made beds.

The setup of these hotels, for those who don't know, is pretty basic. Three single beds in a line, a shitty sofa, a separate toilet / shower room, and a set of sliding patio-doors that lead onto a balcony with a couple of cheap plastic chairs and a table. Unless you can afford the Ritz, it seems that's the setup you get. I noticed from the well-made bed closest to the bathroom with a suitcase on top that Harry seemed to only be sharing with one other.

So we get in there, and immediately we start necking on once again. We end up on the bed closest to the balcony doors, Harry lying down, and me climbing on top to straddle him. Both still fully clothed at this point, I remember reaching down and releasing Harry's dick once again through his flies, lowering myself down on it and grinding my knickers on top of it.

Feeling the firm head of his cock pressing into my pussy, kept at bay literally only by the fabric of my knickers, was a pretty big turn on. I'm not sure exactly why, I think it was maybe because I felt like it was maybe teasing him a little, such thin fabric being the only barrier to him getting his dick wrapped up in wet pussy.

He was clearly getting pretty eager for it as well, pushing down on my hips and grinding me around so that his cock pushed / poked at the edge of my knickers. I assume hoping it would subtly poke past them?

It almost did to be fair, but instead I slid down his body and off the bottom of his bed, sliding off my top as I did so to reveal my bra-less tits as my knees came to rest on the tile floor between his legs.

I imagine he knew what was coming.

He shuffled his jeans down in time with my movements, kicking his trainers off at the same time as sliding down his boxers. I had already seen a fair bit of his body at the beach earlier, so I knew he was hiding a toned chest behind his t-shirt, but his cock and balls were a new surprise to see out in the open. Not massive-massive, but a very respectable size.

I lean my head down and take a slow lick of his bobbing cock, from the base by the balls and all the way up to the stretched tip of his foreskin.

He's leaning back on his elbows at this point with a smirk right the way across his face. A smirk that seems to widen slightly as I pull myself back and remove a hair band from my wrist, using it to tie my hair back which I've since learned is a pretty much universal sign for "Boy, you about to get some head" (Although I imagine I had already given off one or two hints!)

Harry uses the opportunity to reach out and squeeze one of my boobs, and to pull off his t-shirt. His jeans / boxers around his ankles, and his socks, being the only remaining clothes. The discarding of my own shoes meant it was now just skirt and knickers for me.

I wasted no further time once my hair was out of the way, lowering my head and opening my lips to allow the leaking head of his cock entrance into my mouth. I find my standard technique includes an immediate swirl of the tongue around the head, gathering up Harry's leaking pre-cum and drawing it to the back of my mouth, ready for a quick swallow as the weak salty taste seeps over my tongue and taste buds.

My mouth continued its journey down until Harry's head was nestled at the entrance to my throat, with my tongue swirling deeper on the shaft. I brought my head back up, not letting his own head loose, and began my bobbing motion. Harry took the opportunity of my recently-tied hair to wrap it around his hand, maintaining a dominance over my head game and controlling the bob. Encouraging me deeper, and testing the waters of nudging at my throat but I kept him air-side.

I was down there for about 10min, alternating between his dick and his balls, swiping my tongue at the underneath part of them if my jaw occasionally got sore and giving his shaft the old pepper-grinder.

When both my hands weren't busy I used my dominant one to slip inside my own knickers, sending a finger up my wet pussy and gradually adding a second. Filling the quiet room mostly with the wet *schlepping* sounds that grew steadily louder with an increased pace. I slid my knickers off to get better leverage, with Harry offering me an encouraging "Get that pussy out babe."

And it's whilst this was happening, that things got interesting.

I hadn't fully clocked the room to the door opening at first, or that Harry's mate Alex had entered the room, until I heard Alex exclaim "Fucking yes mate!" and laugh loudly. Obviously this slightly caught my attention, my eyes moving over to the left and my head attempting to turn to see what was happening, but not with massive success as Harry was still bobbing my pace.

Like I say, I was a bit drunk, so although I *was* embarrassed, I kind of let the motions continue, although I did use my left hand to shield my face to indicate that I was at least a little bit put out by this.

"I know I know, privacy privacy" is what I heard Alex say, to be fair to him he quite quickly stepped over my legs to get towards the balcony. Although I did noticeably feel that for a second as he passed over me he Harry released his hand and Alex's replaced it to give my head a push up and down at a quicker pace. Lads, eh? He laughed again as he went out onto the balcony.

Harry did apologise but he was kind of laughing, I laughed as well and said it was alright but asked him to pull the net curtain closed, which he did, and I went back to it. I think my bobbing tailored off a bit though because, despite being game for a laugh, I was a little bit flushed.

Briefly after that we switched things up, Harry reaching down to grab me under the arms and throw me around / under him so that my back was on the bed. He slid up on top of me, started kissing me again, and at the same time as squeezing one of my boobs he slid two fingers up my shaved snatch. "Fucking wet babe" is what I remember hearing.

A moment later, I felt a breeze of air enter my open pussy as his fingers slid out, replaced at lightning-fast speed by the head of his cock. I bit my lip as it slid forward, his floppy hair dangling in my face somewhat as he looked down my body to guide his own entrance and sliding it balls deep on the first motion.

He held it there for a moment with his eyes closed and biting his bottom lip before starting to thrust in earnest. I lifted my legs up into the air as my head fell back in a groan, feeling his shaft slide in and out of me at length as his balls slapped against my arse crack. His hand at one point made its way up to my throat, squeezing tight and for a length that caused my eyes to open and meet his own, a smirk once again across his face as he released his grip. Might have been a sign I had a kinky one I guess.

Moments later he flipped me once again, this time onto my front so that my ass was up towards him but my tummy still flat to the bed and my upper body half twisted so that I was still kind of looking back towards him. There's probably a name for that position to better describe it, but I don't know. I randomly ended up in it though as he started smashing me from behind.

He pulled my hips up soon after, bringing me more into classic doggy as his thrusts lengthened. My eyes closed as his dick smoothly slid in and out of me, lowering my elbows down to arch my back and let me head lol backwards slightly, Harry's right hand moving up to my shoulder as he used both that and my hip to steady his positioning.

Again, I barely noticed the squeak of the sliding door as Alex re-entered. "Sorry need a piss I heard him call out as he quickly moved past us. Me zoning myself out to avoid being put off my deep-dicking by Harry to what can only be described as the sound of a racehorse emptying itself into what must have been the open-doored toilet.

I lent my head back once again, feeling Alex's hand leave my hip and again take a strong grip on my pony tail as his other held my shoulder. His thrusts suddenly became shorter and more pokey as he started to somewhat jackhammer me. I could feel my boobs swinging underneath me as I concentrated on the sensations coming from my pussy, my mouth hanging open as Alex's grip held my upper body firmly in place.

My brain was working pretty slowly, admittedly, but it did manage to clock that the top of the mattress in front of me had lowered somewhat at the edge of my splayed fingertips. My eyes slowly opened to reveal not the expected sight of the headboard or bare wall at the head of the bed, but instead the thick cock of Alex. Not only pointed towards my mouth, still absent-mindedly hanging open though it was, but actively making its way towards it guided by Alex's hand on his shaft.

As it poked through my lips and slid over the start of my tongue, my brain made the decision to roll with it. I was admittedly all, like, "What the fuck?" in my brain, but bold move I guess you've got to say. In Alex's favour, he was also fit, so he had that going for him as well. It took my brain a moment to catch up that the mattress movement had been his knees shuffling in front of me.

Harry picked up his deep-dicking again once his mate had made entrance, and his hands dropped back to my hips allowing Alex's to take the vacated place on my head. He was a little shorter that Harry but noticeably thicker. My lips strained as he pushed deeper and, like his mate, nudged at my throat to assess my game. He was also made to stay tongue-side.

So this was the first time I had done anything the fuck like this. I remember having a moment of deep thought and reflection as I felt two full sets of balls swinging at me from either end at various levels of pace. Was I a bad person? Had I made the right life choices? Does what happen on vacation stay on vacation? I still haven't solidified my opinion on some of those!

So after a while they switched (standard in these situations?). One of them, I think Harry, flipped me back onto my front while his dick was still in me and twirled me on the bed as if I was a merry-go-round. His dick left me, obviously, and I was spun until my head was below his crotch again but this time looking up.

"You like that babe?" Harry asked me, stroking his dick above my face and plopping his balls down onto my forehead / eyes, I can't remember what I grunted before opening my mouth and having him take the hint to drop his balls in as he jerked himself. Alex quickly slid a pillow under the small of my back to give himself better leverage and entered my pussy, taking a little longer than Harry to get balls deep but ending up there all the same.

It was a few moments after Alex started fucking me that I came for the first time. He was going deep at me, I had gotten close with Harry fucking me but I reckon was taken out of the moment by Alex's unexpected landing on the bed.

Harry had by now replaced his balls with dick. My view was now that loved by all girls in that position, swinging balls and a lad's clenched arse crack (slight sarcasm haha).

He used my newly positioned neck to eagerly dip again towards the back of my throat, this time poking through the tensed muscle and further down. Some resistance was still met, as I'm not an expert throater unless in that position (and even still..), but I heard him confirm to Alex "Throating me mate. Throating me."

Alex seemed to pick up the pace in response to this. His fingers had been digging pretty hard into my hips but one set of them slid off and made an immediate beeline for my arsehole. "Steady on" I thought as they tried to go in somewhat dry. I shuffled my legs / arse cheeks a bit wider apart to try and relieve the pressure, but I realised that might have looked like encouragement haha. To be fair to him he pulled them back and either licked / spit on them or something before returning.

Top tip guys, two dry fingers are not the way to a girl's heart.

I never worked it out but I assume this was maybe to try one-upmanship with Harry as in "Yeah your being throated but fuck that I've got my fingers up her arse"? Or am I overthinking?

Harry slowed to a tense stop after another moment, holding his dick towards the back of my mouth. I was expecting a heavy nut to drop itself on the roof of my mouth, and to be fair I think it almost did as I could feel him swell up a bit, but he didn't. Instead he slid out of me and stepped back a bit but I couldn't see what was happening. Alex asked him "You nut?" but he replied "No not yet."

Alex slowed his pace as well and moved his hands back to my hips. He slid out fully, sliding his dick back but dipping it down to my arse crack instead. Back it went into my pussy, but then fully out again and poked against my arsehole instead.

"You like that babe?" He asked, me opening my eyes to be met with a smirk somewhat similar to Harry's (did they go to smirk school together?". I met his question with a flat "No sorry" but in my mind I was thinking "Not with that fucking coke can!", he just said "Shame"

A moment later he flipped me again, back into doggy, and started going at me hard. Back into jackhammer territory. He made some more comments about me having a "fucking tight little arsehole" but I could tell from his pace he was getting close and sensed I wouldn't have to worry about much more back-door-harassment.

"Fuck fuck fuck" came from behind me and "Not inside mate" was what I heard from Harry, all as Alex pushed me down into the remaining pillow by pressing on the back of my neck. I felt him lift one of his feet beside my knee which I assume was to give better positioning as he slammed harder but shorter.

I felt Alex pop out and slap himself down into the trench of my arse as his dick throbbed and shot a number of thick heavy ropes of cum up over my back, pulling back as the last of it splattered my arse cheek.

Harry approached and once again flipped me onto my back, and slid himself straight up to the hilt in my pussy. I could feel Alex's cum wiping off me onto the bed sheets as Harry thrusted. It dawned on me that Harry must have pulled out earlier due to being close, because after literally five or six thrusts a heavy nut was being dropped about 7 inches up my tight pussy. Harry's eyes closed and head held back as he clearly basked in the feeling.

He rolled off me, Alex already lying down on the other bed next to us and looking like he was going to flake out. It dawned on me how drunk I was. Harry offered to walk me back to my hotel or said I could get some rest if I wanted, I decided to take up the offer as I was honestly fucked (in a number of ways). Harry got into the spare bed and I realised I didn't particularly want to nap in a big sticky nut so I pulled the bedsheet off, wiped my back with the clean part of it, and dumped it on the floor before resting on the mattress.

Harry and Alex were both out of it pretty quickly, there softening cocks seemingly well drained. I think I got about an hours rest before waking at around 5am and deciding to head back on the ultimate walk of shame. Alex was out of it but Harry woke up and got a semi-on to me getting dressed so... he managed to convince me of some further head game. Hangover hadn't set in yet for me, but he said it had for him! Still managed to coax a more relaxed nut from him though before heading back.

My friend Emily was a bit mad at me when I returned since I hadn't text anybody / answered my phone, my bad. I think from some of the smirks at the beach a few days later that Harry / Alex had told there mates, but mine never found out about the Alex side.

What happens on vacation stays on vacation, right?

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[katzuyas]

2018

"Six," Victor says into Yuuri's ear.

"Five."

Victor's arms tighten around him. Behind them, Mila hollers at Georgi to prepare the glasses for the champagne.

"Four."

Yuuri leans back into the warm embrace, resting one of his own hands over Victor's that perch loosely on Yuuri's tummy.

"Three," Yuuri says at the same time as Victor and everyone else in the room.

He turns his head to the side to look at Victor – the man who completely changed Yuuri's life not once, but twice now, and still keeps on surprising and enthralling him at every turn.

"Two," easily slips off his tongue as he watches the corners of Victor's mouth lift in an adoring smile. He smiles, too, because it's impossible not to.

"One."

There's a second of silence, one so still that Yuuri doesn't dare even breathe: and then the fireworks go off across the TV screen, loud and bright.

"HAPPY NEW YEAR!" Mila screams on top of her lungs as she shakes the bottle of champagne and pops off the cork.

It bumps off the ceiling and Victor's eyebrow twitches briefly at that. Yuuri turns and presses his laughter against Victor's lips to distract him. He's successful in that, and in giving Mila time to wipe off the champagne that spilled all over Victor's way too pricy coffee table. It wasn't his goal, but once their lips meet and Victor answers Yuuri's kiss with his own, so soft, so tender, so perfect... Yuuri can't pull himself away from him.

He gives a small whine of disappointment when Mila comes over, bearing two glasses of champagne for them. Victor's eyes shine beautifully while the fireworks make the room shimmer with colour.

"To 2018," Mila says, raising her glass. "May it be even gayer than 2017!"

Georgi only sighs at that, but drinks to it, too. Yurio snorts and stuffs his face with more enchiladas, even though he knows he'll have to run off the calories tomorrow. Yuuri thinks of all the alcohol he'd drank and winces, because Yurio is not the only one who'll have to go running on New Year's.

"I'm going to call Phichit," Yuuri says after they're done toasting.

He kisses Victor's cheek, disentangles himself from his fiancé's grasp, and leaves his glass on the table before he skips out of the living room. Yuuri hides in the kitchen, where the noise is just a little less, and turns on the Skype app. It's early back in the States, but Phichit demanded to be called as soon as the hour hits them, so Yuuri does as asked. Phichit's on the ice now and the whiteness of the screen blinds Yuuri into laughing while he squeezes his eyes shut.

"Happy New Year from Russia!" he cheers.

"Oh, is it already the time?" Phichit grins. "Did you get your New Year's kiss prim and proper?"

Yuuri's grin must be answer enough, because Phichit only hoots at him. It must be the alcohol, but even though he's blushing, Yuuri doesn't feel embarrassed. He actually feels proud of himself, just a little.

"You know, I have my first resolution ready. Got inspired just as the clock turned midnight," he tells Phichit, who instantly is on high alert. "This is the year when I'll marry the most beautiful, kindest man in the universe, who also happens to own the most adorable standard poodle in the history of ever." Yuuri nods to himself, seriously. "I'm going to do this. Twenty eighteen, you better clench your teeth because I'm so doing it. Just you watch me."

Phichit's giggling is hard to miss, but Yuuri manages for all three seconds while he ends his speech.

"What?" he asks, then.

"Turn around," Phichit only tells him.

It comes as no surprise to Yuuri that it's Victor who's standing in the doorway to the kitchen, half frozen midstep. It comes as no surprise either that Yuuri's face turns as red as the wine of which he probably had a glass too many.

"Congrats, Victor!" Phichit's voice booms from Yuuri's phone. "You got proposed to yet again, lucky man! I'm expecting to get the wedding invitation first!"

And then he blips off like the small miracle he is. The kitchen is silent for a moment before Yuuri lifts a finger at Victor, asking him to wait, and calls Phichit back right up. He picks up, surprised, but grinning, and Yuuri only tells him "Don't you dare tweet about this or I will find a way to get back at you, Chulanont. I know where you live, don't test me," before he drops the call.

Victor is still looking at him like he doesn't know how to speak, so Yuuri starts:

"So, um... will you?"

Victor blinks out of his stupor with some difficulty. "What?"

"Will you marry me?" Yuuri repeats. "This year, that is."

Victor's face goes through surprise, hesitation, joy, and finally something so sly Yuuri is almost afraid to interpret it, but then a smile settles over Victor's features and Yuuri forgets all about it once he's struck with another wave of wow I love him so much he's so beautiful I want to marry him so bad–  

"Now that isn't fair, my Yuuri," Victor tells him, coming right up to rest his hands on Yuuri's hips like it's the most comfortable, most natural thing for him to do. Of course, Yuuri realizes, it is. "It's the second time you're proposing to me. I can't marry you until I match that!"

"What, you want to propose to me too?" Yuuri asks. Victor's smile widens. "That's completely unnecessary, because my answer will be the same every time, but... If you want to."

He makes a vague gesture of 'go ahead', but Victor's grin only sharpens.

"Oh, no, not now. Where's the surprise in that?" Victor boops Yuuri's nose with his finger, which makes Yuuri blink rapidly. "I promise that it will definitely be in time so we can get married this year, though."

"Is that a yes, then?" Yuuri feels the grin on his face before he even knows he's smiling.

"Of course, sweetcheeks," Victor replies, dipping his head to whisper against Yuuri's lips. "Always."

And just as Yuuri shifts to seal that vow with a kiss, he realizes that there's no better way to start the year than this – with Victor's sweet mouth whispering promises of forever into his own.