#but when i apologize for not being there she brushes it off and keeps complaining and making me feel bad so i'm like

[gamerwoo]

hi im alive i think i have (had??) tonsillitis but my tonsils are feeling a lot better today and im less stuffy but i’ve stayed home from work all week and my boss and coworkers definitely hate me for it 🙃

but in good news: my new keyboard showed up!!!! it’s like clear/pink and it sounds super satisfying to type with, i just need to get used to the new spacing since it is smaller than my old one and doesn’t have a numpad but eeeee im excited to use it!!!!!

[jazzisackerman]

takemichi who gets guiltier every time he breaks his promise to not get into fights, but he knows you'll always be there to patch him up with a shake of your head and a kiss to the bridge of his nose.

mikey who steals bites of your snacks, laughing sweetly when you make a face at him. sometimes he'll leave you alone, but then he'll steal the taste of your treats off your lips later.

draken who flatly refuses all of your pleas to hitch a ride on his motorcycle, only for him to reveal one he'd been working on for months just for your birthday.

chifuyu who has established coming up behind you to wrap his arms around you and lift you up into the air as his default greeting, laughing as you squeal and kick your feet.

keisuke who let you name one of his cats, and now taiyaki is a very small and spoiled third-wheel on all of your dates, getting scooped into your arms as keisuke leans over to kiss the edge of your mouth.

mitsuya who didn't say much when you gave him a sweater you'd crocheted one day, but as he turned his face you could see a smile and a tint of pink in his cheeks.

kazutora who made a habit of coming into your apartment via the window at insane hours, but you reprimand him as he wraps you in his arms, smiling against the skin of your neck, saying "i missed you".

seishu who complains about being your "coffee boy", but he'll still show up outside the gates of your school with a cup every morning, huffing as you kiss him on the cheek, his hand ghosting your waist.

hajime who completely ignores your demands for him to stop getting you expensive gifts since you "can't match that, haji!", instead smirking and replying with, "that ass is my gift" and getting slapped.

wakasa who is often bored with most of the things around him, but finds himself perking up slightly when you approach him, a smile pulling at his lips as you slip to his side, where you fit so perfectly.

shinichiro who apologises when he has to decline dates to look after his siblings, but when you swing by things get much easier, and he can't imagine a future without you, laughing in his living room.

izana who was so used to discarding people, but then someone came into his life who pushed his hair behind his ear and rested her head on his shoulder, and he knew he could never get rid of you.

haruchiyo who is so unashamedly loud most of the time, but he quietens when it's just the two of you, your hands on his cheeks and gently brushing over the scars on his face, placing kisses on each on.

nahoya who is rarely seen without you by his side, both laughing madly at some game on your phones. souya who is so much kinder than everyone thinks, by your side with a snack every time you're sad.

hakkai who always makes you giggle by kissing your hand at every meeting, but he'll follow it up with a hug that's closer to a tackle, ending in both of you just laughing, probably too loudly.

rindou who would stop at very little to protect you, but he's always brought back to reality by your hand tugging at his wrist when he's gone too far. you're the only one who can pull an apology from him.

ran who is so used to a life of independence and supporting other people that he simply melts, lying in his room with his head in your lap, the safest he's ever been able to feel.

hinata who will outright refuse to take other people's shit, often leading to you having to drag her away from conflicts, laughing as she fights against your grip, scowling adorably.

emma who is so often called childish, but you allow to her bring out her true nature of playfulness instead of play-acting as an adult, your relationship one of hands joined, swinging in the space between you.

yuzuha who just needed someone to be there for her, but she's instead fallen so devastatingly in love, and she kisses you at the end of every date with desperate love, silently vowing to keep you safe.

senju who has a love language of spending time together, and could do anything at all with you, as long as it's with you. she doesn't care for your lectures about getting hurt, but she'll always listen.

tokyo revengers manga, happy ending day !! i'm fucking wrecked i'm not gonna lie but this manga has been a source of comfort for me for over eighteen months. i'm going to miss them sm sobs [and i'm sure i'll cry when i read it when i wake up]

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[denwritesandcries]

gf!Shauna Shipman HCs

Pairing: shauna shipman x fem!reader

Summary: To be Shauna's girlfriend is… Something else, to say at least.

Word count: 1,4k.

Content: 96’ timeline, cursing, suggestive, kissing, kinda toxic shauna, jealousy, fluff, the team being done with u two.

Note: I think that’s probably a little too long for headcanons but I’m really glad someone asked for it cause I love writing for Shauna sm.

English is not my first language.

- You most likely only spoke to each other because you were paired up on some project in a class that you both hate. A classic, but also one of the few ways for Shauna to actively approach anyone she hasn't known for years or been introduced to by Jackie, the girl isn't very sociable.

- She definitely found the most random and stupid reason possible to not like you at first, just because she enjoys being a little hater.

- Like she doesn't want to meet with you to discuss the topic and just leaves you to do your part alone and you just do it because this quiet girl on the football team is pretty hot and also scares the hell out of you.

- When you guys inevitably put it all together she'd take one look at it and say it's shit and make you do it all from scratch again in like one night as if it was your fault.

- And you simply wouldn't understand why she decided to pick on you. She’d have a beef with you that only exists in her head and you’ll be like??? Wondering why the heck she keeps staring at you like a judging hare even after getting (surprisingly) an A+.

(that’s a strangely accurate description, but you think it fits her perfectly well. Eyes widen following you and nose angrily twitching when you pass by.)

- She has a crush on you. Since the beginning. But she has too many problems to actually admit that to herself.

- She would finally admit that fell for you when she sees you reading something by an author she loves. She's a cliché and a failure, no matter how much she tries to deny it. You'd be in the stands during one of the Yellowjackets' practices (by pure chance, definitely not because you want to watch her too), with a notebook open at your side and a book on your lap, working on an assignment for extra credit, Shauna would see you when she stopped to have some water and she wouldn't be able to concentrate on anything else for the rest of the day.

Especially if it was something by Virginia Woolf, Emily Dickinson or Shirley Jackson. She’d go feral. Seriously.

- Then she finally decides to act (after some suspicious looks from Jackie and screams from Taissa for disturbing everyone during the game) and it's like she was never mean to you. She’ll literally act like she's already your friend because she doesn't know how to apologize and start something properly. Will sit next you in class – and kick out whoever actually sat there – and talk to you normally, looking away and chewing on the end of her pen, speaking in a soft and innocent voice.

- You're very much confused and a little suspicious about all this, but you're not gonna complain about it with her slowly running a hand up your arm and blinking her bright deep eyes at you. Even though she still stares. A lot.

- This is how you get a girlfriend, which isn't really what you expected at all, but it's a pretty welcome change.

- gf!Shauna who only asked you out and took you for a milkshake on your first date, even though she doesn't really like sweets, when she heard Nat tell Van that she was thinking about doing that exactly same thing and finally decided to do something (they did it on purpose, just so that Shauna would stop bothering them with her constant yearning).

- gf!Shauna who accompanies you to all your classes, sometimes even being late for hers. She is so show off carrying your backpack for you and walking close enough for your shoulders to brush and rushing to Jackie's side after opening the door for you.

- gf!Shauna who keeps a hand on you all the time, on your shoulder, on your waist, on your arm, but who is too shy to hold your hand and intertwine your fingers properly. She'll become a mess if you hold her hand in the hallways or in front of the team and pretend like she doesn't like it, complaining that you're being clingy (she won't let you let go of her hand at all though).

- gf!Shauna who is jealous and possessive as fuck, no one is safe from her, not even Jackie. She will shoot daggers with her eyes and scare anyone who even breathes near you in a way that makes her feel insecure. Especially if it's someone on the team. Lottie is usually a recurring target of her reactions, making a point of keeping as much distance as possible from Shauna on the field after she sees her talking to you.

- Will totally pretend not to care and say there's nothing wrong when you ask if she's alright, while silently seething with rage and acting weird towards you, keeping everything to herself until she eventually explodes. gf!Shauna who waits until she's alone to write shit about you and the other person in her diary with a horrible, rushed handwriting.

- gf!Shauna, with whom you have to be really patient.

- gf!Shauna with whom you have study dates where she actually makes you study because she won't admit being with someone with a poor average, but who will start kissing you pretty quick until she ends up straddling you the moment she gets tired and decides you both had enough.

- gf!Shauna who absolutely loves seeing you in the stands during practice or a game. She'll show off like never before as soon as she realizes you've come, especially if you yell or cheer for her when she scores a goal. Nat, Lottie and Tai are rolling eyes hard for you two every single time.

- gf!Shauna who takes you in her car wherever you want and whenever you want, driving with one hand on the steering and an elbow resting on the window. Who looks at you with her big eyes shining like a kicked puppy if you ever say you don't need a ride.

- gf!Shauna who has the worst, most questionable taste in movies ever and who gets outraged if you mention it or try to get her to change her choice on a movie night. She's too stubborn to change her mind, so you settle for admiring her profile and leaning back against her warm body on the couch.

- gf!Shauna with whom you have almost weekly sleepovers because her parents are too oblivious to realize there’s something between you. Sleeping in her bed under the pretext that the floor is too cold and keeping the door closed so as not to bother anyone with your teenage nonsense and loud music. It's the perfect combination.

- gf!Shauna who keeps her favorite polaroids of you on your dates alongside the photos of her and Jackie on her bedroom wall.

- gf!Shauna who's always the big spoon and loves feeling your body against hers. She's practically a furnace, perfect for hiding your face on her neck or chest. The best way to fall asleep is with her arms around you and your face buried in her soft skin.

- gf!Shauna who loves to bite and leave marks for every inch of exposed skin you have. Who bites your shoulder joint and digs her nails into your back when you have her pressed against the mattress or the lockers in the changing room.

- gf!Shauna who goes crazy when she sees you in her clothes, especially her button-down shirts and flannels. Sometimes even hides your clothes just to have the excuse to give you hers, because she doesn't know how to ask you to wear them.

- gf!Shauna who writes cheesy and lame love poems for you like a victorian poet, because she doesn't know how to express herself in words without being on impulse or in a fight. You always praise her and thank her a thousand times for them, without letting her know that you don't understand most of what she writes.

- gf!Shauna who demands you tell her you love her before she does it first. She literally asks for it. And then she only says it back weeks later, rushed and nervous, at the moment you least expect it.

[readychilledwine]

Bound by Fate pt 8

Summary - When Kaylee Archeron meets Azriel, her world turns upside down. Between balancing her trauma, new powers, a mating bond, and war looming over her new home, Kaylee learns that everything is not as little as it once seemed.

Warnings - Violence, a tiny dragon, Elain being mean, sappy batboys trying to get their Kaylee home

A/n - Sheeeeees baaaaaack. I cut this into a part 8 and part 9 because I felt the ending was dramatic enough alone. Also, I am hoping I got all of you on the taglist, but please let me know if you want to be added or if I missed you. I am hitting my tag limit with this story, so I apologize for the reblog that's about to come.

Also, thank you @sarawritestories for cheering me on through my love hate relationship with this chapter

Series Masterlist ✨️ Azriel Masterlist ✨️ Master Masterlist

Azriel had never felt more broken than he did right now.

She was lonely.

His mate was lonely.

He moved to her slowly, kneeling before her and stroking her cheek. “Let me take you home, Kaylee. It's going to get too cold here. You hate being cold.”

Kaylee wouldn't look at him. She didn't move from his touch, but she didn't acknowledge him either. It stung him to his core to see her like this. “Kaylee, starlight, please, come home. I will bring you back tomorrow if I must, just please come home.”

“Did you do it?” 

Azriel knew immediately what she meant. His stomach dropped as he got closer, finally feeling her soft skin under his. “No. I never touched her. You are mine, Kaylee. I am yours." He took her chin in his hand, forcing her face to his. "You are the only female I will ever want. I've waited over 500 years for you.”

And those long years wishing to the lost souls during Starfall and to every twinkling piece of starlight felt so miniscule now. What was 500 years compared to the eternity he was fated to have with Kaylee. Beautiful, kind, and innocent Kaylee. “I would never risk losing you.”  He almost jumped as the drake huffed, golden brown eyes opening to stare at the 3 males before snuggling into Kaylee. 

Azriel tentatively reached out, patting the nose of the beast resting his head in Kaylee's lap. “He is fairly attached to you already.” 

“Can you blame him?” Cassian took a small step towards Kaylee, gently tilting her head up. “Have you ever met someone like our Kaylee?”

Rhysand then moved closer to. “Such pure souls are rare. And it appears we all made a mistake while dealing with this one.” His hand brushed her golden hair back. “Come home, little sister.”

She shook her head, eyes watering as she snuggled into the drake's snoot and kissed it. “He is so lonely.” Another soft huff came. Then, the scent of magic. Where a large drake once laid, a small one now sat in Kaylee's hands. Wide blue eyes turned to Rhysand, a pout already forming and triggering a distant memory he didn't dare linger on for too long. “Can we keep him?” 

An otter, a drake, a rabbit, a fox. Azriel had lost track of the animals sneaking into Kaylee's room to join her as she slept soundly in his arms. She had never said she forgave him, never asked for more of an explanation, but she knew she did not want him to leave again. She knew she wanted him in her bed, even if a small scaled creature now shared her pillow. 

He pulled her close, breathing in her freshly cleaned hair. The scent of strawberries was clinging to her, but it was not her. Her natural scent had started to change, and Azriel could not complain. It now reminded him of a soft rain mixing with lilac, as if she was becoming nature itself.

He smiled as she turned over, hooking her leg over his. He pulled her closer, sighing softly at the same time she did. For the first time since she left with Lucien, Azriel found himself drifting off to sleep. Even if a creature he should have feared was currently crawling onto his mate and curling up on her side near him. 

Kaylee hated mornings, but she especially hated waking up alone after asking her mate to stay. As if he knew, Azriel walked into the room a tray in his hands as gray pants rested low on his hips. “Good morning,” he sent a small plate on the floor, watching as the unnamed drake went to the raw meat. His attention was then solely on her as he set the tray down and offered her his arm, leading her to the sitting area of her lavish room. 

Rhys had decorated it with pillows and throw blankets. She remembered him sparkling with pride as the mix of deep blues and golds, as if decorating so simply was a difficult task. She has praised him nonetheless, cherishing the budding relationship with her new big brother, and somehow sensing he needed a little sister to tell him how fantastic he truly was. She did just notice, though, how they matched Azriel's siphons. “This doesn't count as accepting the bond, right?”

Azriel chuckled softly as he gave Kaylee oatmeal and fruits, “Not unless you plan on feeding or serving me. Do you want to talk now or eat first?” They both jumped as the sound of blowing fire filled the room before a heavy munching noise. “Well that answers that question.”

He watched her as she ate. He memorized little things. How she swayed when she ate. How her nose would crinkle, smile going wide when she tasted something she was really enjoying. How her mouth would twitch when she smelled things. “You understand now why we wouldn't eat your food?”

Kaylee smiled as she rolled her eyes, “I cooked that meal.”

He clocked her nose twitch, noting it for later. “You did? Is that a preview of my future? Because if it is, I will prepare my own mating meal and just have you serve it."

Her jaw fell open before she threw a grape at him. “You are so mean.” 

“Tasted like shit.”

“Then I guess it's good I didn't actually make it.”

“Thank the Mother. I was concerned for my stomach." Kaylee smiled before leaning in to kiss bis cheek. "

Your nose twitches when you lie.” He watched her face fall slightly. “I noticed it when you told Feyre you would be okay after that first dinner. Then again, when she left after the first meeting. You also dance when you eat. When you sleep, your legs move until you find the perfect spot for them.”

Kaylee felt herself flushing, hearing all his little observations of her smallest habits, and Azriel smirked before he continued. “You whisper when you read, sounding out each word until you know you're correct. That's how we realized you couldn't read. You braid your hair when you get nervous. Rhys found that one for me as he was teaching you. You do all these simple little things that make me believe you are the most beautiful precious thing.” 

He grabbed her hands, holding them in his own. “I am sorry.” She nodded, brows raising to indicate to continue. He noted that as well, predicted this would not be his last apology to his mate. “I allowed myself to put duty before you, and it put us in a situation where you felt I was someone you could no longer trust. Rhysand and I have discussed his part in this, and he will apologize later, but my part hurt you more.” 

Kaylee felt herself losing her will to hold on to what little anger she had as he moved, kneeling before her. “I am sorry I was ever in her room. I am sorry I was too shocked to leave. I am sorry I did not speak with you right away that morning.”

“It's okay.” She could hardly blink before he kneeled for her. “Az-”

“It's not okay, Kaylee.” He listened to her heart as he touched her lower thighs. “I hurt you. I failed to protect you. I failed you as your mate.”

“Azriel-”

“Let me finish.” He brushed the tears falling on her face and sighed. “My job as your mate is to ensure you feel loved, that you are safe, and that you know we are equals in everything. I have allowed myself to be pulled away from you, and you needed me much more than your sisters did, didn't you?”

Kaylee looked to the ceiling, the door, anywhere but the male who she knew could feel every raw emotion she had. He squeezed her thighs softly, bringing her back to him. “Your silence is enough of an answer for me to know I have failed you. If you believe I am worthy of a third chance, I will not fail you again. I will be a male worthy of your love.” She was silent, too stunned to speak. “Kaylee, my love, please.”

Kaylee had to admit, Azriel looked pretty on his knees. He looked pretty begging for forgiveness over something that he didn't do. Over something she was learned was planned by her own sisters. 

Azriel kissed her palms, holding her hands so tightly it was as if he feared she'd disappear like the wind. "Whatever I have to do, whatever you need me to be, whatever you need. I will do anything to be worthy of holding you again. Kaylee, please." 

Kaylee just sighed, cupping his cheek as she did and stared into those desperate hazel eyes. “We have two weeks to put a strong united front.” He nodded in agreement, but his brows knit in confusion over the statement. “I want to also have a better relationship with you within two weeks. Just to shove it to Eris. But that also means you have to allow me to do something first.” He jumped her without hesitation, crashing her lips to his and delighting in her laughter. 

He would give Kaylee the world, live and breathe solely for the purpose of her happiness, and now he had to prove it.

Dinner that night was silent as Kaylee watched Elain watching Azriel. He had not left Kaylee's side since long slow kisses were shared in her room. They had only stopped when Rhys and Feyre came, knocking on the door after their late breakfast. The Lord and Lady laughed as Kaylee answered the door, hair a tangled mess from Azriel's hands while he laid panting on her bed in a state of bliss. 

He had not even left her as Rhysand trained her powers, watching as she called forth every beast and creature in her collection and communicated with them. Her powers had grown quickly, almost too quickly. The warning was still visible on her discolored fingers.

Kaylee had access to levels of magic that had not been granted since the first fae, levels that were hand given out by the Gods to their chosen few and carrying along those bloodlines in the rarest form. Lucien's warning rang in his and Rhysand's head, a warning of the former tamer who turned more beast than fae before walking off into the forest to never been seen again. 

It festered in the thoughts of both males as they communicated silently, involving Amren as they all looked to the youngest sister's discolored fingertips. It's as if the magic I'd eating at her body, Amren was studying her like a hawk. I will look into the Books.

Kaylee cut into her potato, smiling slightly as Azriel traded her steamed vegetables for the serving of meat she had not touched. “Kaylee, we're going to have to find a way to supplement proteins in your diet.”

Nesta shook her head and spoke softly, “She will get over it.” Nesta had been Kaylee's first fight since learning the truth. Her oldest sister had folded immediately. All cattiness out of her body as soon as they were alone together. Broken together.

And Nesta was broken. A simple fact Kaylee had known for a while. Her oldest sister had not thought of the consequences. She had just wanted Kaylee to hurt as much as she was, and watching her thrive, watching her grow, it had been too much. Kaylee allowed Nesta to hold her to whisper each apology. An apology for not protecting her, for what happened to them, for failing as a sister, and Kaylee accepted each one. It was a side of Nesta reserved only for Kaylee. The side of Nesta she told Cassian about and prayed had not been stolen from them. 

Nesta smiled to Kaylee, “She did this even when we were-” the sentence trailed off with the fond memory. “Azriel, the earring you bought Kaylee are lovely.”

“They are, aren't they?” Rhys moved to brush blonde hair behind a pointed ear. “They work well with the sapphires.” Small diamond twinkled next to the earring Azriel had given her before the Cauldron, sparkling in the light and showing off her newest piercing. 

Azriel maintained his mask, but moved a hand to her thigh under the table. “Only the best for my mate.” 

“And if she doesn't actually want you?” The question hung in the air. “Or if you don't truly want her? You two are forced together. Do you not deserve a choice, Azriel?"

“Elain,” Lucien's warning was a whisper. “Thread carefully.”

Lucien watched as the young Archeron put her silverware down. He watched her take out those mentioned earrings as everything paused as Feyre moved closer to Rhysand and away from Elain. 

“Mother fuck!” Cassian jumped back as Kaylee jumped Elain and chaos ensued. Nesta was the first to her two younger sisters, trying to pull the small wild animal that had taken Kaylee's place off of Elain as Mor and Amren watched with amused smiles. Rhys was next, touching Nesta's shoulder, stating he would handle it, only to be met with a well placed elbow from the now smirking eldest sister.

Azriel and Lucien stared at each other, both rapidly motioning for the other to do something as Kaylee landed a solid punch on Elain's shoulder. "You first. I insist," Lucien motioned towards them. "I already am missing one eye. I would like to keep the other." It was instantly noted by all in the room how the youngest sister was refusing to truly hurt Elain, to damage her more as tears of frustration and anger poured down Kaylee's face.

It was Cassian who finally took the youngest, throwing her over her shoulder and leaving the room with her. Kaylee watched each of his graceful steps, knowing where they were going as she clung to his leathers crying. He sunk her into the training ring, stepping back a few feet before getting into a stance and nodding. 

He braced himself for her sloppy attacks, knowing more than anything to cover his face, but knowing this was nothing. This was nothing compared to her anger when she first woke up. The only difference between the Kaylee before him and the one who begged to be trained was precision. He saw his opening, grabbing her by her waist and pulling her back to his chest. “Breathe, Kaylee.” He kissed the back of her head as her thrashing stopped. “Just breathe.” 

She could not see Cassian as the sobs slowed. She could not see the concern on his face as he looked to the skies.

Flying there in its full glory, circling above them like a predator searching for prey, was her drake, and Cassian was just hoping he, and no one in Velaris, was about to be it's next meal.

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[pynkgothicka]

Ｋｉｌｌ Ｆｏｒ Ｙｏｕｒ Ｌｏｖｅ ＭＹＧ

Synopsis- Yoongi tried his hardest to keep his crime life away from you, but some people really test him.

Pairing - Yandere! Dark! Mobster! Yoongi x AFAB! Reader

Featuring - No one!

Word Count - Around 1k

Tags and Warnings - Death, Murder, Fluff, Slight Gaslighting

Authors Note - Just something small I was working on. I believe I want to do more one offs since I’m offically done with school for the summer.

A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! These depictions don't pertain to reality. This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!

Staring at your reflection in the mirror you could only feel some sense of remorse. Mourning for the old person you were before you met him. Now you wore light makeup and put on dresses that hugged your body.

You would have never seen yourself looking like this if not for him.

The vanity was littered with photos he took of you and ones you took of him alike. He consumed your every waking thought and every hour. Even finding yourself trying to keep busy instead of sadly waiting for him to get home.

However today he wanted you with him. It was rare that you were allowed to go with him when he talked business. To be honest it just felt good being able to be with him and not just within his home.

You smiled at yourself before getting up and heading downstairs to see your boyfriend looking at his phone, a focused look on his face. “You look so hot like that.” You say walking past him and into the kitchen. You grabbed a box of cereal and poured it into a bowl.

Yoongi snickered looking at you. “Mhmm, and I love it when you get dressed up for me,” he says resting his hands on your hips as you pour milk into your cereal. You could feel your face heat up before his head rested on the small of your neck. He kissed it, taking in a deep shiff of your natural smell. “I love it when you wear this scent.”

“Aw stop it, you know I do it for you Yoongs.” You say turning to the side to place a small peck on his lips.

🚬

With his hand on your thigh and your head on his shoulder, you couldn't help but be more bored with the droning talk of deals and territories. You popped on and off your phone case, as Yoongis's voice rumbled in your ears.

“Yoongi, m’ ready to go…” You mumble, head-turning into his chest. Your boyfriend lets out a sigh before leaning over to kiss the crown of your head.

“Just a few more moments alright, then we can do whatever you want sweetheart,” Yoongi promised into your hair. You could tell the man he was talking to was becoming more agitated by your presence.

The man groans, Yoongi lifts his head to look at the man, his face is stern. “Are we gonna do business or not? I don't see why your girl has to be here.” The man complained. Yoongis eyebrow twitched at that. “She's being a fucking distraction, and I came to talk business. Are we doing the drop or what?”

You were slightly offended by the man's comments. You liked being around Yoongi, and he liked having you around for once. You didn't see why he had to be so negative.

Yoongi leans forward resting his elbows on his knees as he looks at the man. “You don't have enough respect for her, so you don't respect me, or my fucking business. So don't come at me talking about business.” Yoongi retorted raising his voice at the man. You were grateful for a man who would defend your honor.

“Dude you're all up in he-”

“Apologize.”

“What?”

Yoongi grabs your chin making you look at the man. You groan at the feeling, cheeks pressed in by his fingers. “Apologize to her,” Yoongi said, face showing little to no expression. You could see in his other hand, his gun rested casually. Thumb brushed against the barrel, an engraving of your name in gold. He got it done for your two-month anniversary. “Or you could get your brains blown out. I don’t care for either option.”

The man quickly begins to speak. “I'm sorry, Ma'am I'm very sorry.” Yoongi turns to look at you.

“And what do you say?”

“T-Thank yo-” But you cut off with a loud bang. And then your own loud scream.

🚬

Yoongi had planned a dinner later on in the car. Mainly as an apology for killing the man in front of you. Especially after he realized how shocked you were looking at the body afterward. You’d never been that close to that side of his life anymore.

You leaned on the island watching as he moved. His hand moved the wooden spoon gracefully as he sauteed the beef tips and potatoes. Your stomach groaned at the smell, however, his cooking always smelled this good.

“Yoongi, can I at least taste the seasoning you used?” You plead, doing your best puppy dog eyes for him. He only let out a chuckle, passing you a small bowl of beef tips with potatoes. You took a fork and began to eat, humming at the flavor. “You’re always such an amazing cook. Thank you… I know I usually cook but I appreciate the break baby.”

“I didn’t want you to have to worry about anything tonight. I want you to rest your nerves and chill out. It's the least I can do as an apology.” He says setting aside the finished entree. He turned to look at you, a genuine expression on his face. “I promised to not kill anyone in front of you when I first got you, and I broke that agreement over my anger.”

You practically swooned over that. He was so sweet in his own twisted way.

“I appreciate that so much. Maybe I should let you kill someone in front of me more often” Yoongi chuckled at that and nodded smiling at you.

“Nope, don't test it, baby.”

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[annie-creates]

Life without you

Pairing: Abby Anderson x reader

Genre: fluff

Words: 1000

Note: This is a cute little comfort fluffy fic.

With a heavy sigh you close the door of your small apartment in the Firefly base, shrugging your jacket off and placing your shoes by the door. The living room is quiet and dark, not even the kitchenette light left on. No wonder the place is vacant, it must be long past midnight at this point. Not having the energy to even eat you quickly brush your teeth changing into the pajamas you left in the bathroom this morning. You’re trying to keep quiet, not wanting to disturb the night peace of the place. Carefully you open the bedroom door, your girlfriends form steadily breathing on her side of bed.

You whine in pain as you sit on your side of the bed trying to relieve your tensed up muscles, the mattress dipping under your weight. With the many people who kept arriving at your camp, a lot of them needed your help as a doctor. Count in your regular patients and those who got hurt during patrols and hunting and you were overwhelmed with work. Sleep was a foreign concept to you at this point, your body running solely on caffeine and cold showers. The rare nights when you could take the time to actually go home and sleep you returned deep into the night and left before sunrise, hardy even having the time for a conversation with your girlfriend.

“Hi.” Comes from behind you and you feel the duvets shifting.

“Sorry, I didn’t want to wake you up.” You apologize in a tender voice.

“You didn’t.” But it’s clearly not true. “A lot of work?”

“A crazy lot of work.” You admit crawling into bed, Abby offering her strong embrace to you. “I wouldn’t even wish upon anyone to see it.”

“That bad?” She chuckles amused.

“Nah, even worse.” Is all you say because the last thing you want to talk about when finally coming home is your never-ending work again.

Your mind goes back to a year ago when Abby joined the fireflies, needing your medical help herself. She was a much different person back then, hurt and skinny, but also guarded and insecure. She came out of her shell a lot over the time, being an amazing companion, endlessly supportive and caring. She always understood when you had too much work or needed her to reassure you in your skills. Her hair had grown out to a shot bob now and she built her muscles into a strong frame.

“When was the last time you slept?” She asks watching the dark bags under your beautiful eyes.

“Um, Monday? What day is it?” You answer unsure, your mind and eyes already too heavy to hold a meaningful conversation.

“Thursday.” From her vice it’s clear Abby doesn’t approve of this, but all she does is tighten her hold on you.

She carefully caresses your back and you play with her short hair. You told her how beautiful she’d look with it longer, but she’s adamant on not letting it grow longer than her collar bones. It’s practical, won’t get in her way in a fight, she always says, but you can see she has deeper reasons not to want long hair she’s not yet ready to share with you. As you’re falling into slumber, a harsh knock on the front door startles you awake.

“Really?” You complain under your breath getting up to open the door before your girlfriend can stop you.

You open the door to find the west group’s captain on the other side, tapping his foot impatiently. You can already guess where this is going, waving your sleep a goodbye in your head for another night. Sometimes it felt like the planet would stop turning and freeze over if you took just thirty minutes to have a break. You contemplate shutting the door in his face but you’re just not that kind of person, besides there could be an actual emergency needing your attention.

“What can I do for you?” You offer instead.

“I need you to come look at one of our guys, he got an arrow to his knee and…” He keeps rumbling.

“Do you know what time it is!?” shutting him up your girlfriend inserts herself into the door frame, her arms already folded over her broad chest in anger. “You have like ten other doctors to look after him, let this one have a night of sleep, Jesus Christ.”

“But he’s…” He tries to argue with her, not knowing it’s equivalent to signing your own death certificate.

“He’s not going to die till morning. For fucks sake.” Not letting him continue she shuts the door with a harsh swing. “You really need to learn how to say no sometimes.” She admonishes you being in a rage.

“Thank you, my knight in a shining armor.” It’s only half joke because you know deep down she’s right and people need to stop using you so much. “What would I do without you.”

“Die of sleep deprivation.” The look on her face is serious but you see it in her eyes she’s not actually mad at you.

Hugging her neck you give her a loving kiss, content you might actually get some sleep in tonight now. She picks you up forcing you to hang your lets around her waist and carries you back to bed, wrapping herself around you like a snake to stop you from getting up again and also because she loves your affection and scent. It wasn’t hard to get sleepy again in her warm embrace full of love and care.

“Now sleep.” She commands you and you have no intention to disobey her.

Sometimes you really didn’t know what you’d do without her, but she felt equally lost in the world without you. She couldn’t let you get yourself hurt one way or another, partly because she wouldn’t know what to do with herself if you weren’t by her side. At this point she couldn’t imagine her life without you.

[matchadobo]

hello! can i request ace reacting to his female plus size s/o wearing a beautiful dress and makeup (the whitebeard pirates has a party to attend) because usually she barely do things like that and this is the first time he has ever seen her like this :D

ACE; the way you look tonight

wc: 688 i made it clear in my rules that i wouldn't do any appearance-specific request bc i just don't roll like that homie. buuuut i'd love to write for ace in this set-up 🔥🥺 thanks for the requesttt! but next time, please stick to my rules. warning/s: afab reader, all fluff, just ace being so whipped for you 🥺

"i mean it now, i swear!" you reiterated as you give one more brush up of blush and a sprit of your perfume. after having one last look at yourself in the mirror, you gave yourself one last smile at your appearance. "i'm coming out now, ace."

"i don't believe you at this point, i'll let the crew go ahead, oka- oh fuck!" ace fell backwards when you opened the door, completely lying on the floor. once he gazed at you, he mumbled through his breath that you once again took away. "oh fuck..."

he mused at you as you donned a tight, red dress to match his three-piece, red tux, its glitters shone and almost blinded him. the v-cut by the chest enhanced your mounds, the dumbass gulp as his saliva got stuck on his throat. you were garbed with an long, white gloves that made you look even more regal. you clutched a white purse, sophisticatedly lined with gold; it's a gift from him. and my god, the rouge you colored your lips and cheeks with seemed to have made you even more radiant. your eyes are more striking with the sharp eyeliner and voluminous mascara, he found himself getting lost at your eyes despite lying flat on the floor at your feet.

he had his mouth agape, sitting down to get a better look at you from head to toe back to your face again. a vivid, red blush made its way from his neck to his ears to his entire face. he pressed his lips together before hanging his head down low.

"i-i'd like to apologize," he said through the violent rhythm of his heart. "i shouldn't have rushed you, you look like a fucking princess." he covered his face, trying to calm down.

you found yourself smiling ear to ear, you bent down to your knees and placed a hand on his shoulder. "don't be silly, ace. i really took a long time, sorry for making you wait like that."

"no, no, i mean- l-look at you! this is the first time i've seen you so... so..." he seems to forget whatever he was cooking with his statement when he gave you one more look, the kind smile on your lips made his chest even tighter. your freckled lover just whined again, hiding his face in his palms. "will you please, please, do this more often? i-i just... love the way you look tonight. you're so... pretty." he can't keep his eyes off you, gaze frantically trying to memorize and engrave the way you look tonight in his brain. "i'll even help you! i'll curl or brush your hair! i'd learn make up! i'd go with you to shop for dresses, i'd gift you stuff!"

tears almost pooled in your eyes, you fanned them so as to not smudge your make up. you held his face in your hands, squishing his cheeks together as his mouth made that of similar to a fish. his eyes got even more frantic at your actions and at how close you are.

god, he is so in love with you. you really have him wrapped around your finger, on a goddamn chokehold. you just never stop taking his breath away, nor do you ever look unattractive to him even in your normal look without the cosmetics and accesories. your eyes somehow always look brighter each time you two lock eyes, he says he needs a map outta it 🤣.

"you're so cute~" you pouted, pressing a quick kiss on the corner of his lips. "now, enough dilly-dallying! i don't wanna keep the crew long!"

he'd always show you off and give you a spin each time he had the chance. the entire evening, he compliments you so much you'll feel your ears ring! but you're no complainer! ace always loves to shower you with love. and when a moment to dance comes whether it'll be a party dance or a slow dance, he'll always invite you and have you be completely free and happy with the way you look. that's just the kind of lover he is.

[blessedwithabadomen]

in love with the mess - day nine

summary : Aubrey is going on tour and, for once, she's decided to focus on having as much fun as possible. Oli can be a little shit but he does nothing short of adore Audrey and... well, maybe Noah a little, too. Noah likes the flirting, as long as no one gets too close, emotionally. But what will happen when the three of them take it too far?

content : smut (p in v, dirty talk), angst, drinking, fluff

length : 6.5k

tags (let me know if you want to be tagged!) : @veronicaphoenix @cookiesupplier @lma1986 @jilliemiw86 @bngurngheart @lacktoesandtoddlerants @narcissisticbehavior81 @flowery-mess @shilohrosechicken @justeli6 @starvingarsyn @floatinglikeaswan @blacksoul-27 @somebodyels3 @kageyasma @spikeisdaddy @broken0mens

a/n : Here's to hoping this is not as shit as my brain keeps trying to convince me it is. Also apologies to @veronicaphoenix​, maybe do some of the meditation you mentioned in your last comments before reading 😅

•••

day nine

I woke up with a headache, Oli’s arms around me and… a tongue on my cheek? It certainly had me more awake than my alarm did. With utter confusion, I pulled away, only to see Oli licking his lips. When my hand traced my cheek I felt something sticky that definitely wasn’t just his saliva.

“We forgot about the chocolate,” he laughed. “Looks like one of them melted and got stuck to your cheek.”

“And obviously your first idea was to lick it off me.”

“What can I say, I like to get my tongue on you.”

“Fucking hell,” I complained, but he knew I didn’t mean it. I still ended up pushing him off as he tried to reach for my cheek again. “Time to get up, Liverpool’s waiting.”

I didn’t want to look in the mirror. I could feel my swollen eyes, remnants of yesterday’s crying session. But it was no use. As soon as Oli left for his own room, I ventured into the bathroom, assessing the damage and trying to control it as much as possible with make-up. No one needed to see that far into my private life just from the state of my face.

I didn’t allow myself to linger, though. Getting ready, packing my things, shoving my suitcase into the trailer, catching a few more breaths of fresh air before bus call. It would have to do.

Noah was leaning against the wall next to the entrance of the hotel, sunglasses on even in the low light, scrolling his phone, looking bored out of his mind. I’d almost managed to forget last night’s text. The turmoil they’d added to my already existent worries. But it came crashing back now, with a single look at him.

Only, when I approached him, he seemed to pretend nothing at all had happened.

“I’m a bit fragile today,” he groaned, giving me a brief hug and a smile. It bothered me that I couldn’t see his eyes. And that he wasn’t acting differently at all. As if I hadn’t brushed him off yesterday.

“Are we seriously not going to talk about those texts?” I asked, more harshly than I meant to.

Noah looked nothing short of surprised. “Texts?”

“Do you… do you seriously not remember texting me last night? Fucking hell, Noah, how much did you have to drink?”

He sheepishly unlocked his phone again, scrolling through our conversation, the realisation dawning on his face. It quickly turned into what I could only describe as regret. “Fuck, it was… I definitely had some drinks.”

I craved being angry. I craved pushing him away, physically too, yelling at him for the emotional chaos he kept putting me through, but there was no fight left in me that morning. Not after last night, after I’d cried my eyes out to Oli, a resounding headache proof of it.

“You can’t keep doing this,” I sighed, resigned. I put a hand up to my forehead, pressing against the pounding that seemed to increase my the minute. “You can’t say you only want fun and then turn around and do things like these. It’s not fair to me. It’s not fair to any of us.”

Noah was reaching for me. I found myself taking a step back, but his hand still touched my arm and I let him. As I always let him.

“Aubrey…”

He didn’t get to say whatever was on his mind. A shy voice appeared out of nowhere - not really out of nowhere, but my focus had been entirely on the man in front of me - asking if Noah had a moment for a picture. His whole demeanour changed in an instant, my Noah was buried under Noah Sebastian from Bad Omens, happily agreeing but making sure the fan knew he had to leave for the bus soon. They’d snapped a photo or two when I noticed that her eyes were moving back and forth between the two of us.

“I probably shouldn’t ask,” she admitted, rushing her words. “But are you two together? I saw a picture online where you were holding hands and I just wanted to say that you look so cute together and I promise I won’t tell anyone if you tell me!”

Out of all the things I could have possibly expected, this wasn’t one of them. Noah and I? A picture? My brain rattled. Someone must have spotted us in Newcastle when I took him shopping. Where he indeed held my hand. And now there was a photo, possibly all over the internet, causing rumours of all sorts. I looked toward Noah, trying to hide my emerging panic. He knew I needed him to take the lead.

“Aubrey works with Oli actually,” he explained, putting his hand around my shoulders and pulling me close, which felt rather unnecessary in the situation. “We like to hang out. But thank you.”

It felt like a cop-out. He hadn’t outright told her that we weren’t a couple. But he also hadn’t said that we were. Somehow, I wished he had been more adamant into one direction. Either of them. Just to hear him take a clear stand, for once.

The situation was interrupted by someone calling my name now, someone from our crew letting me now it was time to get on the bus within the next five minutes. I gave him a nod. Noah was saying goodbye to the fan, waiting for her to be a certain distance from us, before putting his attention back on me.

“Aubrey…” he started once again.

“I’ll have to get on the bus. I’ll see you when we’re in Liverpool.”

I didn’t leave immediately. At least not until Noah gave me a sad nod and removed his arm from my body. It felt all wrong.

•••

All I wanted to do was call Lia. But knowing her schedule, she was in the middle of work. Plus, there was currently no place on the bus that gave me any sort of privacy and it definitely wasn’t going to be a conversation I needed anyone to overhear. Oli, on the other hand, very much was on the phone, waving everyone away who came close enough to potentially overhear. I ventured into the little lounge at the back of the bus instead. Lee and Mat were, once again hooked to the playstation. I wondered how bands had ever survived before tour busses offered consoles.

“Hey, stranger,” Mat smiled, beckoning me to come in and patting the seat next to him. “Long time no see.”

It was true. On tours we’d been on before, I’d almost become a staple to the group. Most of the time, if only what I thought was by association to Oli, I ended up hanging out with them more than the crew. But this tour had taken me for a toll. Not only had I been spending out with just Oli a lot more, Noah had also appeared in the picture and monopolised the time I usually spend with the rest of the band. I felt a little awkward, now, dropping myself onto the couch next to Mat, but he seemed to pay no mind to it.

I watched as they played, both Mat and Lee attempting to make a little small talk, but both of them also much too invested in winning their round to concentrate much on anything else.

“Fuck that, I’m getting some beer,” Lee announced, getting up and throwing his controller my way.

“Bit early?”

“We’re on tour, Aubrey, time doesn’t mean anything. Now take over for me and kick Mat’s arse, he’s been fucking annoying.”

I didn’t wait to be told twice, motioning for Mat to start another round. We both knew I barely had a chance against him - as much as I enjoyed the occasional game, he had insane amounts of practice on me. The only thing I’d ever beating him in was Mario Kart. I hadn’t let him live that one down yet.

“You’re keeping Oli on his toes, you know?”

I kept myself from turning toward him, questioningly staring at the screen instead, where I desperately tried to keep myself alive.

“Pretty much it’s the other way. I am working for him and he makes sure I don’t forget that.”

Mat chuckled next to me, “He has you running around a lot, hasn’t he? You’re also running around in his mind though.”

“Mat, that’s fucking cheesy,” I replied, so aghast that I looked away from the screen for a second to long. He didn’t waste any time finishing my character off. Putting his hands in the air with a noise of success, I stole the main controller away from him and made quick work of changing the game to Mario Kart.

“Not a lie though,” he laughed, letting me pick my one gaming strength without complaints. “He does care, you know.”

“He can be a fucking dickhead,” I replied, chucking the controller back to him and choosing a character with my own.

I mentally moved the pictures of him holding me and listening to my worries just the night before away. Instead, I forced myself to think about his teasing, about how non-committal he was, about how he never really seemed to speak his mind. Even when I talked to him and Noah at the pub that night, he simply agreed with whatever the other man had suggested and made a joke out of it. I hadn’t forgotten that.

“He’s trying,” Mat sighed. The countdown was on the screen now, briefly capturing our attention as we tried to get the perfect start. “I’m not sure if it’s showing, but he is. And he can’t fucking stop talking about you. The guys and I have considered making you a banned topic when we’re together.”

The blush rose up on my cheeks. I was well aware that many of my waking hours were spent thinking about Oli or Noah or both of them. Somehow, it hadn’t quite crossed my mind that it would be the same for them. The fact that I was occupying his brain even when I wasn’t around left a giddiness in me that I harshly chased away.

“I don’t know if trying is good enough,” I admitted, throwing another shell that hit Mat dead on behind me. “I’m not here to fix him or make him better.”

“You’re already doing that, just by existing.”

I wasn’t sure if I’d ever heard Mat talk like that. I didn’t want to linger on it, instead making quick work of crossing the finishing line with just a minor lead. Mat grumbled something about needing a beer, too, and how he kept getting tricked into playing Mario Kart with him as if he hadn’t willingly participated. He was almost out the door, when he turned around.

“By the way, what the fuck is going on with him and Noah?”

I bit back the smile. “I have no fucking clue.”

It wasn’t even a lie.

•••

Oli was a bundle of energy. We’d successfully checked in and made our way to the venue right next to the hotel, but no one was ready for soundcheck yet, so Oli was bouncing off the walls in between a few interviews, journalists coming and going as I sent him this room and that place to get it all done in time. It included reminded both him and the interviewers of the end of their allotted time when Oli simply wouldn’t stop talking.

“Coffee run?” Oli asked as we finally had a few minutes after the last interview. Bad Omens were busy soundchecking, leaving Bring Me with the later slot.

“Are you insane? The last thing you need is more caffeine.”

“At least get me some chips then. Being near the water makes me hungry.”

“How the fuck did you just change your mind from coffee to chips,” I asked, but I was already gathering my things to leave and figure out where to get what Oli desired.

“Don’t question the genius.”

“Alight, get your genius arse somewhere useful then until I’m back,” I scoffed as I left.

Luckily, my phone directed me quite easily to the nearest chip shop only a few minutes away on the dock. I made the best of the time and finally dialled Lia’s number, praying she’d be at her regularly scheduled break and available.

“What can I do for the number two angel in my life?” she greeted me enthusiastically.

“Only number two?” I tried to joke, but the words almost got caught in my throat. Just hearing her voice and feeling her love through the phone was enough to get me teary-eyed again.

“Oh, Aubrey, talk to me.”

She could always see through me so easily. It was eerie at times, but I’d grown so accustomed to putting on a poker face for so many people of my life that it felt rather freeing that I couldn’t even try to pretend in front of her.

“I’m in love,” it blubbered out of me before I could stop it. I dodged a few people who looked like they were heading to the gig tonight, keeping my head down just in case anyone would somehow recognise me. At least when I was on the verge of crying.

“And that is a bad thing?”

“Yes!” I almost shouted, briefly forgetting about my plan not to draw any attention to myself. “It is horrible. Because I’m in love with two fucking men who both told me they only want some fun.”

I wasn’t sure how long it took to fill her in with the happenings of the past days. Manchester already seemed like a lifetime ago with how much had gone down in the meantime. Lia was as quiet as she could be as the person that she was, which said a lot really, and I appreciated it. I simply needed to get it all out in one go before the nerve left me.

She stayed quiet for a little bit after that and I let her. I had long found the takeaway I’d been heading to, pacing back and forth in front of it, unable to keep still until I heard her judgement and, possibly, her advice.

“Two things,” she finally said. “One: Those boys are lying to you and to themselves because no one who just wants to get their dicks wet behaves like that. However, you can’t force them into anything they won’t admit to themselves. And unfortunately I have no way of telling if they’ll get a grip. I can offer to bash their heads in if they don’t though.” A choked chuckle erupted from my throat. “Two: You need to think about how much you can take and you need to be selfish. If your arrangement works for you, go do them as much as you like and enjoy it. But you’re hurting right now because you’re not getting what you need and what you deserve. And you’ve been down that road before. Don’t let yourself be destroyed just to be what you think someone else wants you to be. You’re worth so much more than that.”

“Lia, I…”

“Don’t answer any of that right now. Just think it over. I love you, okay? I need to get back to work now, but text or call me any time. I’m just a train ride away, always.”

I ended up with so many tears streaming down my face, the poor cashier at the chip shop barely understood my order.

•••

Noah was avoiding me, plain and simple. It was even that I’d actively attempted to speak to him again - after our short talk this morning and Lia’s reassurance, it felt justified to expect him to come to me if he had anything to say. However, it remained painfully obvious that he would turn the other way if he saw me in the hallway, move to a different room if I entered and absolutely refuse to make eye contact through it all. It was starting to grind my gears.

I decided to move back to Oli’s dressing room, spending the time before the show would start with him. At least he wasn’t running from me. He was sitting in the farthest corner of the room, facing the door, and yet, as soon as he saw me, he snapped his laptop shut so quickly I feared it was going to break.

“Secret mission?” I asked, brows raised, but never stopped approaching him. He made quick work of moving his stuff away from the couch so I could drop down next to him.

“You know it. Top secret. Highly confidential. Almost as well-guarded as our next album.”

“But hopefully not taking as long to reveal itself, whatever it is.”

“You’re a rude one, you know that?” Oli asked, but his tone was playful and his hand was messing with my hair. I swatted him away immediately. “Rude and annoyed. What’s up with you?”

I let out a massive sigh, much too big for my ribcage, and I felt the sting when I inhaled. One more look at the screen of my phone, but Noah still hadn’t given me any sign of life.

“Looking for jobs and places to stay again?” Oli guessed, incorrectly, but I didn’t want to tell him the truth anyway. The situation between the three of us was messed up enough, I didn’t need to come crying to him because of something Noah had or hadn’t done when he himself was involved with both of us.

“I would be okay with my few savings if it was just for the job search going badly, but now… A year ago, a would have just forced Lia to let me stay with her but she’s married and all honeymoon-ed up still and I’m definitely not bulldozing my way into that.”

I could tell he was thinking about saying something, an unhelpful comment, a plea for me to reconsider moving in with Lia temporarily, an empty phrase like it will work out, but I didn’t want or need any of it.

“Whatever. I’m done with the bad mood. You have a show to play and tomorrow we’ll be in Sheffield and we should concentrate on that.”

Oli grabbed my chin in his hand, dragging me toward him until he could place a kiss on my lips, his mouth so much softer than his fingers as they were digging into my skin. I let him, the way I let him do anything to me, turning into nothing but a soft body to do with as he pleased. It was over much too soon and I craved more, but I knew the time until he had to be on stage was ticking.

“Wanna do something fun?” he teased, smiling so brightly I could see the sharp edges of his vampire teeth peeking out.

“That sounds suspicious as hell, Oli.”

He leaned over toward the make-up table, grabbing a pencil I couldn’t quite see properly yet, before chucking it at me. Eyeliner. At least not the liquid type, but soft and waxy. I uncapped it and twisted a bit of it upward.

“Bet you’ve always wanted to do my make-up.”

The thing was - I did. I wasn’t particularly good at it, but I’d watched Oli paint his face, have MUAs do their magic, have him ask his bandmates for help if he deliberately went for a more smudged and untidy look. I’d always loved the way some black around his eyes made him look just that tiny bit more feminine, impossibly long lashes and gorgeous irises. I wasn’t sure how much of that he knew, but it was absolutely raising my spirits.

“Alright. Chair, now.”

Oli chuckled but didn’t resist, moving over to the chair in front of the make-up table and mirror. I surveyed what was available to me but ended up sticking with the eyeliner he had handed to me. It seemed like the safest option. Especially because I’d never put make up on anyone but myself.

I ordered him to close his eyes, deciding to start with his upper lid, and leaned down, but the position was hell on my back and the angle was weird. I tried to scoot another chair close, but then the distance was too large and my arm wouldn’t hold steady enough.

“Right, enough of that, c’mere.”

With a steady grasp, he held onto my hips, pulling me into his lap so I was straddling him. He looked awfully smug about it, too.

“I spend a lot of fucking time in your lap lately,” I mused, but I wasn’t really complaining. We both knew as much. My hands rested on his chest, the tip of the eyeliner almost threatening to touch his shirt and ruin it with black, waiting for him to resume his former position and close his eyes.

“Maybe it’s where you belong,” he whispered, pulling me closer, dragging his lips over the side of my neck, a feeling so soft and honest that I couldn’t tell him to stop just yet. His tongue was on my pulse point. I almost expected a bite to follow, something more harsh, him turning the delicate moment around, but it never came.

Instead, when he leaned back, mustering me but still not allowing me to continue trying to get some colour on his face, he said, “You should wear lipstick more often.”

My hand inadvertently moved to my lips, even though I knew they were bare. The only make up I was wearing had been meant to hide my cried out eyes from the night before, although some of it had shifted when the tears had returned on my call to Lia, but Oli never mentioned it and I silently thanked him for it.

“‘specially the type that stains,” he added.

I raised my eyebrows at him. “The type that stains?”

“Yeah. Not like the one two nights ago. Watched you kiss Noah and he didn’t even get a little bit of red on him.”

“Is that what you want? Lipstick stains?” I couldn’t stop myself from smiling at the thought. “All over you and Noah? Because I can make that happen.”

“Tomorrow,” he decided. “When I’m done with the social rounds back home and Drop Dead. I’m taking you and Noah out for dinner.”

I ignored the way my body craved to stiffen at the idea of meeting Noah. How I was still waiting for him to approach me, explain himself, apologise. We’d figure it out, in time. Surely. So, instead of letting my annoyance at him take over, I nodded at Oli.

“Tomorrow. Now hold the fuck still and let me do my work or you’ll end up with a fake moustache on your face after all.”

•••

I had just about finished drying my hair and pulling a ridiculously oversized shirt over my head after a shower that was so hot it probably would have left scorch marks on the devil, when a knock sounded on my door. The temptation to ignore it was high - all I really wanted was to fall into bed and ignore the world until my alarm went. But the knocking, once again, persisted, irregular noises that suggested whoever was in the corridor wouldn’t just leave.

Noah was drunk. I knew it immediately. It wasn’t the bottle of Hennessey in his hand or the smell of alcohol on his breath when he greeted me. It wasn’t even the way he leaned against the doorframe, not suave as he usually was, but clinging on for support. It was in his eyes.

“Fuck, Noah, what are you doing?”

“Lemme in, please?” His puppy dog eyes only managed to look like a grimace. “I just want to apologise. Really.”

He wasn’t completely gone and I thanked whoever was responsible for that because the last thing I needed was trying to maneuvre his tall ass into bed and holding his hair while he puked, but the drink had done enough to make him look at me differently, to hold himself with a different kind of effort. Maybe had done enough to make him be honest in a way he was unable to otherwise.

An older couple passed behind him, throwing me a questioning and potentially judgemental look at the way he swayed in my doorway, so I relented and pulled him in. No need for a public scene. Or people taking photos.

“Alright,” I decided, settling down on the ledge of my bed and pointing toward the armchair in the corner. “Sit and explain, then.”

I grabbed the bottle as he passed me, surprisingly not encountering any resistance or protest, and took a swing for good measure. Whatever he had to tell me, the alcohol would hopefully lessen the impact just a little.

Noah sat, as instructed, and while he was looking at me in theory, his eyes didn't meet mine at all. Instead, they hastily flicked between several places on my body, anything that wasn't my face.

“Aubrey, I realise that over the past few days my… my actions haven't been aligning with my words and, uh, you don't deserve to have me cause disarray in terms of your emotions-”

“Did you write that down and learn it by heart?” The way his stare awkwardly redirected to the floor only seemed to confirm my suspicions. “Fucking hell Noah, I don't need a fancy ass speech! I just want to know what the fuck is going on and I need you to stop being so fucking sweet to me when all you're willing to do is fuck me.”

I couldn't tell when I had gotten up but by the time I realised I was already pacing the floor. Noah got up, seemingly on his way to me, but stopped dead in his tracks.

“Fuck, dizzy,” he mumbled unhappily. Still, he reached out, stopping my movements with a single hand on my arm. “I'm sorry, Aubrey. I'll… I'll do better, I swear. I just can't stay away from you.”

“You don't need to stay away from me. I don't want you to,” I signed, grabbing onto his hips as he swayed a little. “You need to lie down, Noah.”

I had meant his own bed, in his own room, far away from me, leaving whichever bandmate he was rooming with that night to take care of him for the night. But I couldn't. I simply couldn't. Not with the way he was looking at me, allowing me to see so much hurt and confusion and need for something I couldn't quite comprehend yet. So I lead him to my own bed instead, once again helping him get undressed down to his underwear and tucked him under my blanket.

I wanted to be mad at him so badly and I knew he'd deserve it too. But my heart ached when I looked at him, so obviously struggling with his own feelings, wanting to do everything right and failing again and again. I didn't know if I would ever get what I wanted and needed from him. Lia's words echoed in my brain. But as much as it hurt, at least for the remainder of this tour, I knew I wouldn't manage to let go of him.

“Aubrey.”

My name tasted so sweet falling from his lips. Before I gave rationality a chance to take over, I lied down next to him, far enough away not to be touching, close enough to see every breath move his chest, every flutter of his eyelashes. His eyes were closing on their own accord. How long had he been drinking? The bottle wasn't all that empty but he could have started with something else. I wondered what had come first - the first sip or the overthinking. I was sure he had done plenty of the latter. How long he had sat somewhere drowning his sorrows or pleading the bottle for more courage?

“You deserve so much more than me,” Noah mumbled, pulling me out of my thoughts. I’d been sure he had fallen asleep already, but now, for a moment, his eyes were opening again, just enough to finally look at me, really look at me. His hand reached for mine, holding it so tenderly that I wanted to scream. That I didn’t care about what I deserved or what was good for me or whatever other bullshit he had to say, that I wanted him despite it all, because of it all.

I didn’t have to decide what to reply. Noah’s breathing had steadied, eyelids shut again, and from the slightest twitch his hand gave, I knew he had fallen asleep. Yet I felt more awake than ever, the sound of my beating heart the only thing filling the room.

•••

It was impossible to tell how much time had passed when I woke up, especially after having been so sure I wouldn’t find any rest at all that night. No light came in from behind the curtains, so I figured it was still night. Although with how gloomy this January was proving to be, that actually wasn’t much of a sign. The room next to mine, Oli’s room, was still silent as well. Hopefully he was getting some decent sleep. It wasn’t a secret that he struggled with that more often than not.

With the darkness and silence still enveloping the room, I questioned what had woken me up at all. The answer came rather quickly.

I had turned away from Noah in my sleep, but he had apparently disagreed with the distance it had cause between us because he had shuffled closer and wrapped an arm around me, keeping me safe and secure in his embrace. And then he moved, just the tiniest bit, and all I could possibly think about was the way I suddenly noticed his hard-on pressing against me.

My breath was refusing to escape my lungs. The sensation was so new, so intimate, so intense, despite everything we’d done before. When he moved again, a tiny noise leaving his mouth, I knew he was awake. Awake and trying so hard to keep himself in check. Which was the last thing I wanted. I could feel him twitch, could feel his slightly laboured breathing hitting the back of my neck, his strong chest molding against my back.

“Noah,” I whispered, grabbing his hand as it was pressed slightly against my belly. He stiffened immediately, as if caught out, and now it was him holding his breath.

But I wanted it. I wanted him. This simple situation had erased every ounce of resolution about potentially staying away from him. It was nothing short of impossible, all of a sudden. My body needed him in ways I’d rarely experienced, my mind spinning with the possibilities. There was nothing left in me that could refuse him.

“Are you still drunk?”

“I’m sober enough to know what I’m doing,” he answered, voice rough and low and sending tingles down my spine.

It was all I needed to hear. Pulling his hand higher, I put it over my breasts, allowing him to touch, allowing him to do what he pleased with me. Noah immediately responded by pushing his cock against my arse with force, now free of constraints, and I let out a pitiful moan. Both of us were only in our underwear, my shirt having ridden up to my waist in my sleep, and it still wasn’t anywhere near being close enough. He was growing harder with every movement, grinding against my body, kneading my breasts. I was burning with desire. I didn’t care about slow, or teasing, or romantic.

I led his hand down my body, pushing it between my legs so he could feel my growing arousal, the way I was starting to soak through my panties. It was almost embarrassing how quickly I got wet with him or Oli around, but I simply couldn’t help it. My body craved them with an intensity that had me ready to go in a heartbeat.

One of Noah’s legs slotted between mine to spread my thighs further as his fingers slipped under the waistband of my underwear. He wasted no time finding my clit, just for a moment, before moving lower, pushing a finger inside easily.

“Fucking hell, Aubrey, you’re killing me.”

I whined loudly, already needing more as I tried to grind down on his finger to get that bit more friction. With every movement, every noise I made, I could feel his cock push against me. I wasn’t the only impatient one.

“Please tell me you have a condom on you,” I groaned, still moving with him, but needing so much more.

Noah didn’t answer, but he took his hand away, making me gasp at the loss, and turned around to where I presumed he had dropped his jeans on the floor next to the bed. I sat up, just for a second, to remove my shirt. I wanted as much skin contact as humanly possible, craving to feel him everywhere on my body, and the fabric had been an unwelcomed barrier. In a quick move, I also slipped my panties down my legs and discarded them, hoping he’d follow suit.

Turning my head toward him, I watched as he indeed removed his underwear and put on a condom with a moan.

“I went for extra lube,” he chuckled, “but I don’t really think you need it.”

Then Noah was back on the bed, resuming the position we’d been in before and I almost cried when I felt his dick press against me, between my legs, no clothing left between us. He lifted my leg again, his cock moving up and down my pussy in teasing motions.

“Fuck, please, just…” A moan interruped me when his tip bumped against my clit.

“Just what, angel?

“Fuck me, Noah.”

It was all it took. With his arm wrapped around me once more to hold me steady, Noah pushed in, slowly, achingly slowly, and I felt like I was going to fall apart even before he was in all the way. It was simply so good, so perfect, as if he’d been meant to fuck me all along, that nothing else in the world seemed to matter anymore but his body against mine, moving inside of me.

His thrusts weren’t speeding up. I couldn’t tell if he was lost in the enjoyment of the feeling or if he had set out to tease me to the point of begging. I wasn’t above it. I would plead him any day, if that was what he wanted.

“Noah,” I whined, trying to grind down on him, but the position left me at a disadvantage while his arm held me in place. He was pressing hot kisses to the back of my neck now, finding all my sensitive spots, moving behind my ear and down to the top of my spine. “Please, I can take it, I promise.”

He didn’t get any quicker, but every time he pushed into me now, it seemed to be with a little more force. My hands didn’t know what to do or where to go. One kept grabbing at his own hand splayed on my lower stomach, the other kept fisting the sheets. His kisses turned into bites, teeth tormenting the skin on my neck and I hoped it would leave a mark.

When Noah spoke again, his mouth was right next to my ear, his breath impossibly warm. “Yeah? Think you can? Want me to fuck you hard and fast? So you’ll feel me tomorrow? Gonna think of me every time you move cause I ruined your gorgeous pussy.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chanted, my arousal climbing and climbing into the impossibly. “Fuck me, ruin me, anything you like.”

Suddenly, Noah pushed me on my front, still buried deep inside me as he grabbed my hips but kept me in a lying position, a hand pressed to my shoulder blades. And when he finally kept his word and made my wishes come true, it was beyond what I could have expected. He was relentlessly pounding into me, moving with a speed and strength I hadn’t experienced with him yet. I took it all, willingly and happily, letting him fuck me into the mattress until I felt utterly brainless.

The room, so utterly quiet just shortly before, was filled with the sounds of hit skin hitting mine, my moans rising higher and higher with every thrust, and his low groans as he chased his own high. My face was pressed into the pillows, but it still did little to muffle my voice.

I was so close to coming undone, his dick hitting all the right spots, his hand still pressing me down into the bed, it was like I could taste the end.

“Touch yourself, I want to feel you come,” Noah ordered. How was I ever going to refuse? I shuffled just enough to get my hand between my body and the mattress and as soon as I touched my clit, I knew it wasn’t going to take much. “Fucking gorgeous. Taking me so well, like you were made for me. You look so fucking good with my cock inside you.”

When I came, it took me with such force that I felt dizzy, a ringing in my ears briefly quietening everything around me, to the point where I had no idea how loud I was or if I was even still making noises at all. Noah followed in perfect alignment, shuddering thrusts as he came into the condom and I craved so much for the barrier to be gone, to feel it all, to have it inside of me. He was loud, louder than expected, then his movements faltered. When he pulled out, I made a single noise of complaint, even though I already felt sore.

I stayed on my front, Noah somewhere beside me, our breathing slowly settling down again. I felt cold and exhausted, the sweat on my skin turning uncomfortable. Then I felt his hands on me, all assertiveness gone, simply soft and careful movements to turn me on my side toward him. His lips met mine in an unhurried kiss, sweet and slow. I wanted to stay in this moment forever. And when he pulled away, keeping me in his embrace and looking at me with those brown doe eyes that I’d come to adore so much, I knew that there was no way back to me. I’d fallen for Noah Sebastian, hard and fast, and all I wanted was to make him mine.

[clearheartsgreyflowerss]

A doctor's touch- Baizhu x fem!reader

this is so damn self indulgent and not really as much of a fic but more just my thoughts on Baizhu, so like slightly suggestive? That's like the only warning I have other than this is NOT proofread and will just be word vomit

Once again if you see grammar mistakes no you don't :)

I am 100% under the belief that Baizhu is a touchy person, like he will not get his hands off you. Before you two started dating he would leave little fleeting touches, to your shoulders, to your hands, to your thighs, etc. he just loves the feeling of your skin, even if for a few seconds.

When you two do start dating, good luck trying to get away from him. He will do everything holding your hand, with you in his lap, or just the two of you pressed close together, he just wants to always be near you!

Also he's a doctor, I know he's good with his hands. If he's not busy he will give you massages, and God I'm sure they're the best you'll ever have. He knows exactly where to put pressure and where not to, I'm sure he knows your body better than his own.

His favorite body part is definitely your thighs, he just loves how squishy and soft they are! If he has a break with you he will definitely lay his head on them, changsheng honestly is a little annoyed bc that means she actually has to move off his shoulders.

Speaking of Changsheng, she's totally a fan of you. even if she likes to complain, she does that about everyone, she does it significantly less about you dw :)

I mean this is a pretty obvious thing but he is the best person to be around when you're sick. I mean you literally live in a pharmacy with a doctor, he'll have you feeling better as fast as possible. Aside from the obvious though, I can see him actually being somewhat distraught while you're sick, not enough for anyone else to notice but changsheng, but still.

"Baizhu, you are well aware I don't like being around your neck if your hair is down." Changsheng started to slither up his arm, but stopped as she got closer to his neck. She hissed a little, before he raised his arm to meet her eyes.

"my apologies Changsheng, I've just been a little busy this morning." He walks over to the counter in the storage area of Bubu pharmacy, where he puts her down and then walks out of the room. She hisses once more, but curls up and waits for him to return.

He comes back into the room a few minutes later with his hair done, though changsheng can tell it wasn't done with his normal precision.

"You know [Name] just has a common fever, correct? I can tell that's what's bothering you."

"I am well aware, and it isn't bothering me, I don't know what you are talking about." Changsheng let out a grumble as she makes her way back up his arm and around his shoulders.

"you may be able to fool her, but you cannot fool me."

On the flip side, he is a NIGHTMARE to deal with if he is sick (well, more sick than he normally is). I mean he's literally dying, what's a little bit of extra coughing going to do to him? You are actually going to have to lock him in his room. Or lock yourself in there with him, at least you'll keep him occupied for longer till he tries to escape back to work.

He also will refuse to admit he's sick, like changsheng is at a point where shes begging you to make him lie down for a day or two. Yet he continues to brush off both of you, he always insists there is more work to be done. Even if you get him out right to admit that he's sick, he's still gonna try and take care of himself. He'll try to find all the medicine himself, make his own food etc., just because he doesn't want you to get sick too.

Back to him being touchy (sorry I was talking to my friend while I was writing they brought the being sick thing up) anyway, I think even if he's touchy, he's not a big fan of PDA. Like if you two are just around bubu pharmacy he will always be at the very least holding your hand, but when you two are out and about that's like the most he will do. It's not that he's embarrassed, he just doesn't find it necessary. If you two are out you're probably doing stuff, there's no need to be slowed down by constant touch (though if that's something you want he definitely isn't against it >:3)

THIS IS FOR ALL MY POLY PEOPLE IF YOU DONT LIKE THAT JUST SKIP THIS PARAGRAPH

I believe Baizhu would be open to being in a polyamorous relationship, whether that means both of you are just in an open relationship or you both have a third partner, he definitely doesn't care. I don't think he gets jealous easily, so if you bring another partner around he will welcome them very easily. He does tend to get defensive though, if he believes that one of your other relationships is hurting you, he will tell you what he thinks.

Anyway yeah I thought this was gonna be longer but guess who fucking forgot Tumblr existed! My finals were so stressful and honestly writing even after I was done with them also felt stressful, so I took another break. Hopefully I can get back into writing this summer, (may write some kind of birthday fic bc my birthday was a week ago). I hope y'all are enjoying the shit that I post, I know it's so inconsistent and random, but we're almost at 60 followers which is crazy to me, like the fact that 60 of you like my shitty thoughts enough to follow me is so crazy I love all of you sm :3

Also I'm so sorry if this is unreadable I finished it without looking back at anything that I wrote last so uhhh sorry if I repeated any thoughts.

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[akirakirxaa]

FFXIVWrite Prompt 10: Stable

Rating: T

Word Count: 721

Summary: G'raha waits for word after a very pregnant Akira takes a severe blow while trying to protect him, sending her into labor. [Takes place in the OT4 AU, in ShB between 5.4 and 5.5.]

Content Warning: References to Childbirth (not shown)

[Master Post]

G’raha paced back and forth, tail twitching irritably. He was not ordinarily an imposing man, but something in his countenance must be keeping anyone from approaching. He was not angry with Akira — he knew that if there was danger, her first instinct was always to step in the way, and probably didn’t even remember that she had more than just him to worry about — but his whole body was tense. If something happened, he already knew Akira would never forgive herself, so he needed to control himself, but—

“Archon?” a younger hyuran healer, likely assisting the more experienced, stepped out to meet him. She seemed nervous, and he endeavored to loosen ears and tail and try his best to put on a friendly face. If he were not so worried…

“She’s stable now if you’d like to come in. She’s been asking for you,” she gave him a reassuring smile, and he felt some of the tension leave his shoulders. Stable was good. “There’s no solid timeline on when they’ll be born, but everything seems to be proceeding normally now. But make no mistake, we’ll have someone on standby at all times.” Because no one wants to be the reason the Warrior of Light dies, he finished in his head. It was enough to fluff the fur on his tail back out, but he forced himself to try to put on a calm face before going in.

At a glance, it was clear Akira wasn’t buying it, the Auri woman’s face drawn tight both in discomfort and apology. She was settled in a simple bed, several pillows tucked around her head and shoulders, and a light blanket covering most of her. Her battle gear had been swapped for a simple, light gown. Someone had already set a chair at her bedside and he gladly claimed it, taking her reaching hand in both of his and hoping she didn’t notice how his own shook.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured quietly.

“Why? Why did you do that?” he couldn’t help the strain in his voice.

“I couldn’t bear the thought of you being hurt,” Akira looked away, free hand plucking at the blanket. “I just. I moved before I thought and—“

“One day,” he gave her a tight, wry smile. “I’m going to convince you to put yourself first once in a while.”

“And one day I’ll convince you to stop trying to sacrifice yourself for others,” she countered, eyes likely lingering on the few bruises from the covered blow that had not quite faded with healing. Or that he’d been too distracted to heal.

“How are you feeling?” he ran his hand along her arm soothingly, his tail absently wrapping around hers where it dangled off the side of the bed.

“I have been worse,” she grimaced.

“I think you’re allowed to complain a little,” he brushed her hair out of her face. “Is there anything I can do?”

“You already did it,” she quirked an eyebrow at him, and his face reddened at the reminder. “But no, I don’t think there’s anything short of magicking the baby out. …You can’t do that, right?” They chuckled together at the silly not-quite-a-joke before falling quiet. Suddenly her hand clenched in his, and he saw her jaw set and felt a pang that she felt she had to hide her pain from him.

“You don’t have to do that,” he murmured, and he knew she knew what he meant.

“Don’t I? I have to be strong. I can’t let…”

“There is no one here but me and a few nearby healers,” he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “And frankly? I’ve seen you face things most people never even imagine; I would never think you anything less that the strongest person I know.” The facade slipped a fraction, and he saw all the worries and fears and inscrutable emotions she normally hid below the surface.

“Just… just stay with me?” she asked, in a voice that said she didn’t expect it, that there were more important things he must need to address, that she felt it a selfish request. He stood, bending over to press a soft, reassuring kiss to her lips, free hand cupping her face where he felt the tears she would prefer not to allow to fall.

Yes, he could do that.

[storiesofsvu]

Relief

Rita Calhoun x reader Warnings: language, smut, it's basically no plot with a teeny bit of fluff at the end, barely over a drabble. unedited, i make no apologies.

Rita had been having one hell of a fucking day. You could tell by the way the apartment door opened, then immediately slammed shut. The sound of her tossing her bag to the island while she tugged off her blazer, a cupboard being opened and ice clinking in a glass, the swoosh of liquid and a brief pause before her voice rung through the air.

“Are you home?!” She called out.

“Yeah…” You called back, wandering down the hallway and she looked up when you entered the room, padding over to her with a curious expression on your face.

“Oh thank fucking god.” She downed the rest of the gin and was on you in a second.

Her lips crashed against yours, the kiss hungry, her hands tight on your hips already as very easily she moved you wherever desired. Your back hit the wall and you let out a little squeak into the kiss and you knew that Rita was frustrated, either about to bend you over the counter to take it out on you or use you to get herself off and you certainly weren’t complaining about either option.

Her tongue surged into your mouth, rolling against yours with ease while one of her hands came up to cup the back of your head, fingers threading into your hair before she pulled on the roots and you whined into the kiss. Her teeth bit into your lower lip, relishing in the way your arms pulled her closer to you and her hips rutted against your body. She suddenly spun you so she was against the wall, her hands on your shoulders when she broke the kiss with a  breathless gasp.

“On your knees.” She ordered; her eyes dark and you wasted absolutely no time dropping to the ground in front of her. Her hand caressed at your cheek gently, “good girl.”

You only waited for the praise, for the tiny nod before you surged forward, your hands finding the hem of her skirt and sliding it up until it was bunched around her waist. You had to sit up on your knees due to the fact that she was still wearing her Manolo’s, fingers slipping into the waist band of her panties to pull down her legs and toss them aside. Your hands softly slid up her legs, wrapping around her hips while your lips made a trail of sticky kisses along her inner thighs. Not wanting to tease, knowing she was already pent up your tongue lapped out, licking through her folds and flicking at her clit.

Above you a happy sigh left Rita’s lips as her head dropped to the wall behind her, her eyes fluttering shut. Your hand ran up her thigh again, lifting her leg so it was draped over your shoulder to give you better access to her glistening pussy. Your mouth returned to her, wrapping around her, tongue sinking into her wetness and she moaned, her hand tangling into your hair to keep you where she wanted. The instant your mouth was on her she had already began to relax, the stressors of the day vanishing from her brain as you continued to eat her. You could feel her body practically melting between you and the wall as your lips sucked at her lower ones while your hands traced soft patterns across her hips. One hand wrapped around to her ass, squeezing softly and she let out a quiet moan, nails scratching at your head.

“God.. just like that.”

Now that the stress was vanishing from her body her lips were curving up into a small grin, pleasure beginning to slowly swim through her body. She always knew she could count on you to make her feel the most relaxed no matter how terrible her day had been, and that you knew exactly what to do with your mouth to help her reach her peak. Your nose brushed against her clit and she let out a gasp, a spark flying through her body and the leg she had wrapped around you tightened, the heel of her stiletto digging into your shoulder but you didn’t care one bit.

You nudged against her clit with your nose again, gaining a similar reaction as a quiet ‘fuck’ slipped from her mouth. Your lips formed a smirk before shifting up, wrapping around the bundle of nerves, sucking it into your mouth and she gasped, her hand shoving your face into her dripping cunt.

“Right fucking there darling.”

Your tongue flicked across her clit, tracing patterns on it with the tip of it while your hand tickled up her thigh. She moaned loudly when you sunk two fingers into her with ease, groaning into her as her walls fluttered around your digits. Your fingers crooked within her, quickly finding that sensitive spot and she cried out,

“Oh fuck!”

Between your mouth on her clit and your fingers pumping into her wetness her thigh began to tremble around you, whines and soft swears leaving her lips as her fingers dug deeper into your hair. She certainly wasn’t letting you move off her pussy until she was ready, urging you further into her. With each pump of your fingers you could feel her clenching around you, her wetness leaking from her cunt, trailing down your wrist. She let out a loud whimper, her body shuddering between you and the wall and you knew she was close, picking up the pace of your fingers, making sure to brush against her g-spot with each thrust of your hand. Your lips suctioned around her clit, feeling it pulse in your mouth and each breath she let out was getting louder and louder until her peak broke. Rita let out a loud cry, her hips rocking up into your mouth as her legs shook, knees nearly buckling while her orgasm rocked through her, thighs threatening to close around your head.

With one final flick against her clit your mouth popped off her, your fingers slowing, fucking her through her orgasm as you gently kissed at her hipbones. When you were sure she’d caught her breath you pulled your fingers out, sucking them clean as she watched with hooded eyes. Moving her leg from around your shoulder you stood with a small groan, your hand cupping  her cheek softly as you leant in to kiss her.

“Feel better?” You asked with a grin and she chuckled softly, moaning over the taste of herself on your lips.

“Much.” Her eyes dragged down your body, suddenly coming back to life realizing her heel had been digging into your bare shoulder, that you were in shorts and had been kneeling on the hardwood for probably far too long. “Oh god, are you alright?”

“Rita.” You laughed, “I’m fine. I don’t care about marks as long as it’s from pleasuring you, you should know that by now.” You kissed her softly, hands readjusting her skirt while you did so, “now… how about you go change, I’ll get some wine and we can order in some dinner, get you nice and relaxed? Maybe have a nice long venting session about annoying prosecutors and clients? Even a nice bubble bath?”

“I think that would be absolutely wonderful.” Her genuine smile took over her cheeks as she gazed at you, a hand caressing your cheek gently, “you truly know how to spoil me.”

“Ah, on the contrary, I think you do most of the spoiling my love.”

“I love you.” She kissed the tip of your nose.

“And I love you just as much.”

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[tsunderelover07]

Mitsuki Kiryu

SFW - its so fluffy I think I'm gonna die!!!

Note: @para-dots - you are the bomb.com

It all happened at the arcade. There was a crowd forming around the driving seats game. There were two people going toe to toe, but whoever the driver on the right was, had a clear edge. They won, and it was a girl. She wasn't his type, he liked the cute girls, but they still became fast friends. She was nerdy, and didn't bother to dress to impress. She opted for tees, often with pugs on them, and her chaotic hair in a haphazard bun. Still, she was really nice and they enjoyed talking. He found she was friends with quite a few of the Bofurin guys. He was starting to grow fond of her.

Though, she was treated like one of the guys, and she treated all he guys the same. All as platonic friendships. She brushed aside all of his flirtations, dismissed his compliments and that's when he realized he was the only guy she wasn't affectionate with. She never threw her arm around his neck to out into a head lock like she would with Tsuge, or ruffle his hair like she would with Nirei. It was really starting to make him jealous. She was the first girl to be immune to any and all he charm he had laid on her. He was the only one he could see that treated her like a girl instead of one of the guys.

Kiryu was plenty stubborn and wasn't giving up just yet. He still had a shot. He just needed to Crank things up a notch and really play into the romance. He needed to treat her like the lady she was. The thought of the chase was enough to make his mouth water.

He may have done some research on some heart throbbing romantic gestures to make happen. He tried to help her reach something only for her to grab a stool and do it herself. He tried to have her fall into his arms, but she caught herself. They even had a geniune moment where she slipped and landed on top of him. She just hopped off of him and apologized. Nothing was working and he was frustrated at being friend zoned. And she had begun to avoid him recently.

It was when her brother answered the door and insisted they needed to talk that he was dead meat.

"You're gonna have to confess, kiss her, or something. " he stated and this was not the conversation he pictured he'd be having. He was actually trying to help him?

"I haven't even gotten remotely out of the friend zone..." he moaned, wondering why he was admitting any of this to her brother.

He pulled out his phone and dropped a picture of a gorgeous model down on the table. "Thats why your stuck in the friendzone."

"This is-" Her brother nodded and he couldn't believe it. She was stunning dressed up. Why the hell didn't she dress like this more often.

"There's no way in hell shed ever tell anyone, especially you, any of this. She's a former model. And given how pretty she is all dolled up, it's no surprise she'd be flocked with guys hitting on her. However, soon as she dressed comfy in what she always wears, she kept being told by guys that she needed to dress up. And look prettier. They didn't give two shits about her as a person. And to make matters worse, she's sporty so she ends up being friend zoned by every guy so she's given a double edged sword. Either the guy will only like her because of her pretty face, or she'll be friend zoned."

It all made sense once he mentioned it.

"And i know you're not like that, so don't worry. We wouldn't be here if I did."

"Then...why are we?"

"Because she's my annoying sister and I want her to stop complaining to me." He said and leveled him with a look. "And i know that you know no one will find your body if you hurt that same annoying little sister of mine."

"Eek! Yes sir!"

"Good. Now, she into you. Bad. But she's keeping you at arms length because she thinks your efforts are you just messing with her. She doesn't think you're serious."

Kiryu groaned as it couldn't be further from the truth.

"You gotta take the gloves off and fight dirty." He looked disgusted as he continued to speak. "Kiss her, confess, pin her down, get sappy and shit...do whatever it takes. She'll probably freak out and try to run away. She's never had a boyfriend either. Good luck with that one. "

Kiryu had a lot to plan. It started off by him sort of bribing her to come over to play the new game she'd been dying to get her hands on.

Even though he knew the answer, he still asked her out front why she'd been avoiding him after they settled on the floor to play the game. She tried to brush it off, but he was playing dirty. He turned off the television and she tried to get run away already, but he wasn't having it. He had her lying on her back with his arms caging her in.

She looked away, but answered him honestly on why he was avoiding her.

"You...make me nervous. You keep messing with me-"

"Its called flirting pretty girl." Her head snapped to look up at him. She tried to get out from under him. He let her have a little room as she sat up and backed right into his bed, and he caged her in again but got much closer this time. "How can I not? I'm in love with you."

Red with embarrassment she hid her face, and when she refused to remove them, he kissed them. She removed her hands in shock. One of his hands gently cupped her cheek, thumb caressing her cheek. "Do you feel the same way?"

She couldn't look away, and gave a slow nod and if it weren't dead silent in his room, he would've missed the quiet yes under her breath. He put his forehead to hers, smiling he was so happy. He pulled away, happy with just that, when he got the surprise of a lifetime. She grabbed his collar and pulled him into a kiss. He melted into her kiss unable to suppress the kiss on his face.

She was the only girl for him. And he created a little monster in the process since all of her affections were now directed solely on him. He never felt so wrapped up in love. And he refused to share.

[notwarriorswiki]

I really loved reading the HoneyXLion scenes in your AU! :) Love those two! <3 Especially since Honeyfern has always been my favorite. Got any Honeypaw fun-facts/headcanons you could share?

Updated designs for the two of them as well for this!

Honeyfern is a big daddy’s girl. She loves her dad so much and has a lot of fun spending time with him. In my rewrite Brackenfur is Lionblaze’s mentor rather than Ashfur, so Honeypaw enjoyed tagging along specifically to see her dad, though Lionpaw never complained.

She’s a talented fighter amongst her fellow apprentices, something not many expect when they see her. She seems to have picked up on this and likes to use it to her advantage.

Related to the above point, she can pin Lionblaze, even with his bigger size compared to her. She just knows him and how he fights well, and her adaptability has her always finding new ways to get him back on the ground.

She was definitely seen as little Miss Perfect - beautiful, kind, smart, talented - it was no wonder both Lionpaw and Berrypaw crushed on her growing up.

Honestly though, it was a lot of pressure, and though she had so much to offer, she was often swept aside because she’d get teased about having a mate as soon as she was able since she had two obvious admirers. Many would ask her “who she would pick” when she was older, when really that wasn’t even crossing her mind.

Honeypaw believed if she continued to excel, she’d be able to stand out on her own and not keep being seen as this frail little beauty. Despite her fellow she-cat apprentices not receiving the same treatment, it didn’t let up. It seemed the more “perfect” she was, the more others saw her as something to be taken care of.

Lionpaw was once one of these cats. He liked her for much of the same reasons Berrypaw liked her - she was absolutely beautiful and her skills weren’t anything to scoff at. However, it took Honeypaw telling him off and losing that sweet and kind persona she always had for him to see she wasn’t the perfect princess he idolized. It was at this point (narrative-wise) that Lionpaw stops pursuing her, admittedly becoming more focused on things related to his brother and the other clans with their prophecy evolving.

Honeypaw feels bad, thinking she really upset him with her words, even if he did totally deserve it. They keep running into each other since her father, Brackenfur, is Lionpaw’s mentor, and she likes to tag along. In a shocking turn of events, Lionpaw ends up apologizing to her for his behavior, and asking if they could be friends, to which she responded “good to know we weren’t already.”Officially Lionpaw is not just the guy who crushes on her, rather they’re mutuals, and that’s... admittedly rather new for Honeypaw.

A lot of time there was a disconnect between her and the others because she was “on another level”, one that only seemed to grow as they got further in their apprenticeship and Honeypaw became the clear stand out. She loves her sisters, but they were all quite different and seemed to go in different directions. Unbeknownst to Lionpaw, he had become Honeypaw’s closest friend like that...

Curious to know more about Lionpaw as friends, Honeypaw ends up poking her nose in places she shouldn’t, noticing Lionpaw’s weird behavior, the scratches he wakes up with in the morning, and the way he hurries off to sit with Tigerpaw and Harepaw from ShadowClan and WindClan respectively. When she asks him, he insists it’s nothing, something the sweet Honeypaw struggles to be pushy on considering how used to her kind nature she’s gotten with others in the clan.

Jump to warriorhood. Honeyfern is nosy, something she’s not proud of, but it’s undeniable. She’s picked up medicine from Jaypaw so she can treat the scratches Lionblaze keeps waking up with, and her agitation with the tom is growing as he continues to brush her off. Eventually she’s just about had it and begins giving him a rather immature silent treatment.

Lionblaze truthfully does value Honeyfern. While he can’t be honest with her about the prophecy, they are close friends who hunt together, train together, know each other’s favorite freshkill. Before everything started blowing up drama wise for Lionblaze, he honestly did just love the days they’d hang out and joke about having apprentices to train alongside each other. When she stops hanging around him, it’s noticed immediately, I’m talking things stop, he can’t focus, he’s stumbling, like he just feels really off when she’s suddenly not hanging out with him.

To get her back he goes behind Jayfeather and Hollyleaf’s backs and tells her about things, to which she... believes him right away. Yeah Lionblaze is just as shocked. She reminds him she knows when he’s lying because his tail tip starts to twitch up and down.

Unlike Cinderheart in the books who pushes Lionblaze away believing he’s above her and his destiny is beyond her, Honeyfern basically becomes his righthand. She’s there to cover him when he needs to sneak off, back up his excuses, help with the apprentices, whatever it may be. At this point they still haven’t even acknowledged feelings, just close friends who lowkey both know this is something but don’t talk about it.

This annoys the shit out of Jayfeather who on one hand doesn’t think there is time for this, and on the other thinks it’s exhausting having to feel the overwhelming affection radiating off them whenever they walk by.

To make a long story short, they become mates going into the final battle, wanting to make sure that if they die, they die having known they loved each other. Neither die though, so that’s good.

Post-battle, Honeyfern gives birth to their two kits - Leafkit and Bramblekit, named after two important cats who perished in the final battle that they want to remember. Leafkit replaces Sorrelstripe and becomes Leafstripe. Bramblekit replaces Fernsong and becomes Bramblesong.

[another-corpo-rat]

Gemini

Another of the ideas that i couldn’t quite get to fit a cyberhanami theme, so here it is now

Adam Smasher/OC Summary: Victoria isn’t settling too well into her new body, it’s one of the few instances Smasher knows the right things to say and do.

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“You’re staring. Again.”

“You’ve never objected before.”

“Because I was- ugh.” She tosses the hairbrush back on the vanity, plopping herself on the seat to glare at her reflection. Fingers, still golden chrome, press at her nose. “I don’t think they got my nose right. Or my lips, they—”

“You look exactly as you did.” So he says, and has said for the last few days since she woke up surrounded by white. White walls, white floors, white coats. The conversion hadn’t driven her mad, but the sheer lack of character in those damn labs were close to achieving it. Second only to Adam and their roundabout arguments; his insistence that she wasn’t different at all – that he’d given them more than enough scans and images of her body to replicate it perfectly.

Still, she glares at her reflection and chews on a bottom lip she swears is off in some way.

“I don’t feel it though.” Her voice trembles with that truth, spoken so quietly she had to wonder if she truly meant to say it aloud. It was hardly the most difficult thing she has ever shared with him, but it feels dangerously close to it with how her chest tightens with dread; a worry that she was letting him down, being so uncomfortable in a body technically hers. Familiar with its golden-chromed arms and scrutinizing gaze, right to the small freckle above her left ankle. Skin-deep as it is, when underneath is a frame equal in metal to the IEC Dragoon watching her, leaning against the wall with his arms across his chest.

It was easier in the lab, where she could sling her frustration in any direction and find something to complain about other than the ill fit of her own skin. The unscented soaps, the stiff mattress, the gown they were adamant she stayed in until the last minute before her release. A meagre five fucking minutes to shower.

(She had heard their argument about allowing her even that in the first place. ‘It’s unnecessary,’ the head medtech claimed, only to falter under Adam’s stare. He gave in entirely when some other white-coat said something about old habits and mental health.

A preventative measure, to keep her from teetering on the edge of cyberpsychosis, unsaid but she heard it readily.)

Her optics lock with his, she looks away the moment the red meets her through the mirror, directing her glare to her own reflection.

He sighs as he stands straight, the sound heavy enough to place its weight on her shoulders. She bites back the apology she doesn’t owe, makes a mental note to wonder later why the urge to apologise even bubbled in the first place, and keeps her gaze pointedly off his approach. The effort becomes substantially easier as his fingers run through her hair, massaging expertly at her scalp that her eyes flutter closed, a soft sound escaping her as he brushes his metal jaw against her temple.

“You’re perfect.” He croons, mechanised baritone vibrating through, warming circuits instead of blood. “Give yourself time to realise it.”

“Are you saying I wasn’t before?” She opens an eye to half-heartedly glare at him, her attempt at voicing annoyance softened by his ministrations, then eased entirely by his soft chuckle.

“You were merely on its edge.”

All it took for her to take that plunge was being on death’s door, for the bastard who held the gun to make the choice of wanting to see the life fade from her eyes instead of aiming for the head.

“Charming.” The scathing tone she’s trying for is soundly out of reach as she presses herself back against him, soaking in his attention as if it was the finest hot spring. Better than, she reckons, for its exclusivity. Hers for however long this thing between them lasts, prolonged as it is with her new unnatural life. Lips twitching, she voices that thought: “I suppose you won’t be getting rid of me too easily now.”

She knows the steps of their dance well, they’ve tread them long enough that the circling path is well-worn. His response should be a taunt, his tone light enough that it just about hides the undertow of a threat; a quiet reminder of who is leading. And she prepares for it, bracing and coating her tongue in a familiar venom for his obvious response; that she’ll die just as easily as anyone else he’s set his sights on, conversion or not, something, something slaughterhouse. Morgan Blackhand notwithstanding.

“Good.” He says instead, not once pausing in the blatant affections, “I wouldn’t stand for losing my output to something as mundane as time.”

“Not a fan of aging meat?” The disgusted grunt is enough to bring a smile to her lips, a smile she catches in the corner of her vision and- ah, she looks more like herself now.

[dasher85]

14. Devoted

A sequence from  Inexpressible

Kamisato Ayato X Reader | you | y/n

Recommended to read the other parts

Sequence: 14

[ She’s all mine but... I’d still let her escape away once in a while. ]

A snippet:

You were about to check the bookshelf that was located just next to the wooden table but Ayato suddenly called out to you.

"What is it?"

You turned to face him yet again but your hand was suddenly pulled by him. Ayato was still seated on the chair but both of his arms were now wrapped around your waist. Securely keeping you close in his hold.

"I missed you" his soft voice muffled.

Surprised was still written all over your face but eventually you still managed to gently pats his head while displaying a gentle smile.

"How so?" you softly spoke.

"It's been a month since I last got to hold you close." he complained.

"Is seeing me everyday different than holding me?"

He nods agreeing with you.

"But you hold my hands way too often"

"It's different.". He argued back.

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Cold icy wind brushed against your cheeks. The ground was reflecting the white sky, no leaves, no grass, just clear white powder of snow. You stood there unfazed by the cold temperature.

You reached out a hand towards the falling snowflakes. It came swirling around your finger before slowly landing on your glove covered hands. Two figures came walking towards you but you stayed focused on looking at the snowflake that was slowly melting away. Suddenly, you sensed something fast was approaching your head, just any second it would reach you.

In one motion, you quickly ducked down before swiftly scooping a handful of the white snow, making it into a compact snowball. You looked at him with a confident grin, targeting your brother as you aimed the snowball towards his smirking lips.

The other person came out laughing as he pointed towards another person who was behind him.

"I'm sorry..." You exclaimed but it wasn’t sincere at all as you weren't able to stop laughing either, joining your brother.

There stood Ayato, with an amused expression, he calmly brushed off the remains of snow on his shoulder.

"My apologies, she's not a professional when it comes to throwing" Your brother returned to his expressionless self as if he hadn't been laughing seconds ago. 

"Not to worry". Ayato knows you're an accurate thrower but your brother is lighting fast at dodging. He on the other hand was curious about being thrown by a snowball. What would it feel like? He initially thought before receiving the impact. Turns out, it only feels like a quick swat of a hand. If it was metal, he's confident that the impact would be painful.

"Here." Your brother hands you a package. "Right," he then gives you a quick hug "I'll get going now" he smiled at you before giving a quick nod to Ayato. Just as quick as he came, he was already walking back to your family's residence.

"So, what did my parents tell you?" you asked as you casually fixed his scarf and brushed off the tiny bits of snow on his shoulder.

"Curious?"

You only nodded while keeping the package into a bag.

"They warned me, if you're ever mistreated by anyone, there will be war"

"Mhmm... fair enough" You laughed, entertained by such remarks. You knew he wasn’t exaggerating and it’s simply the truth but you’re also confident that you’re in good hands.

"Surely, that wouldn't be a problem since you'll be staying at the estate" He smiled while dusting away some snowflakes on your hair.

"Oh... Oh!" You exclaimed as if realizing something you've already known about.

[ Inazuma - Late afternoon ]

'It's real... I accepted that, but I'm not used to all of this' you silently thought as you watched the servants were already lined up to give proper greetings upon your arrival.

"Relax, it's just for today because we've been away from the estate for three days. A formal greeting" Ayato who stood beside you as he whispered with a calm expression.

These past few months, Ayato didn't even need to look at your facial expression and he can already guess what you were thinking.

"I know that... back at home I can just gesture the servants to skip the greetings"

"Do you want me to do that?"

"Don't bother." you whispered back. Although you didn't fancy those formal greetings it was bearable.

"Welcome, Lord and Lady Kamisato"

As much as you didn't want to admit it to yourself, you're now a part of the clan, the prestigious leading clan of Yashiro commission. The official title you've been born into was already unimaginable and now you have to be a part of another well influenced establishment.

[ Six days ago. ]

"Y/n... It's me" a voice spoke accompanied by a few knock on the door.

It was still early in the morning and you were barely starting your day, as you took a sip of your morning cup of warm tea before slowly getting up to open the front door.

"Hmm?" You only hummed, too lazy to make any remarks against him.

"These are my plans, official letters and agreement letters" He hands you a box full of papers, seemingly in a hurry.

"I want you to make suggestions if there's anything you'd like to change. As for the date... I'll try to make changes based on your preferences if possible" he smiled before patting your head.

"Why are you giving me these?" You frowned. Thinking it's just his official political related works and you’re the least interested to get involved with.

"I'll be back... Hmm... maybe late afternoon or earlier." He was about to leave before reminding you that his attendant will come by soon to send in some pictures for you to see.

You stood there, barely spared an explanation as he swiftly left, heading towards Inazuma city.

The box was filled with papers, you carefully examined each and every contents until you emptied the box. It took you a while but at least now you know what it was all about.

"Impressive" you smiled, completely amazed by his meticulous preparation. Everything was prepared, even the backup plans were already written in full details. You couldn't think of any flaws in it. The only thing that surprised you was the date, it's the day after tomorrow... You want to say that it's too soon but it's already been five months and two weeks. Plus depending on the dates he has already suggested for changes, it was next week. There's not much difference even if you want to change the date. It’s either the day after tomorrow or next week.

You quietly sat there, thinking, trying to make sense of all this new information. Finally realizing that this changes everything, this changes your life. As simple as it seems, you’re really getting married.

'This was ought to happen' you thought, reminding yourself that you've signed the agreement scroll months before, officially accepting his marriage proposal.

'I should be happy??... But there's a lot of things I have to go through...' you worriedly smiled at the thought of it. Still, a part of you knows that it'll be alright. After all, you're not alone, someone has already paved his way through this even earlier before you did.

As simple as that, you're officially married to the head of the Yashiro commission. Although you just learned the tradition of exchanging cups of sake just a day before, surprisingly it went quite well. At times you couldn't help but think that the whole event was all a joke… Only after seeing his overly bright smile did you finally realize the reality of it.

“I can’t tell if you’re happy or not?”

“Will you believe me if I say, I’m surprised for my own wedding?”

“It’s not an arranged marriage and yet you’re still surprised to be my wife?” He gave you an amused look.

“That’s not what I meant.” You laugh, “But still, the thought of having a husband is surreal”

The both of you laughed at each other's remarks as if it's an awful joke. You thought he was more casual about it but that wasn’t actually the case. It wasn’t just you but he was too still trying to get used to the formal title. 

On the fourth day, you stood beside Ayato for the second time, wearing your own traditional wedding dress that was a matching pair with his. The ring on your finger that you have exchanged with him was reflecting a ray of light.

You just arrived at your family's Mansion yesterday and everything for the event was already prepared. All you did was sleep and servants already got you ready the next morning. Perhaps if you could just act oblivious of the situation you're definitely the happiest person alive but instead...

"Hmm? What's the matter?" He looked to your side, effortlessly acknowledging your thoughts.

"I'll help out with your next two months work" you whispered back, addressing your genuine gratitude over the effort he has done for all of these arrangements. You barely lift a finger, get plenty of rest and even get to enjoy the event.

Honestly, even after knowing all his plans to achieve this you still thought it's insane that everything went well without a flaw. It was just a wedding... a common event, a formality to prove the status of both people... and yet, he didn't spare a room for imperfections.

"Did I fail again?" He laughs.

"About what?"

"You're not supposed to feel even the slightest concern"

"Oh please..." You sighed but ended up laughing along with him.

[ Kamisato estate -  Present time ]

You walked in along with Ayato, truly it feels different... Although you've been here a hundredth time, it was when you heavily considered yourself as a guest and nothing more. Now, even half of your name has the same copy of his.

"I should just move in tomorrow..." You whispered to Ayato.

"Don't worry about your daily essentials, it's all here" he calmly replied.

"My house? What happened to it?" You imagined your house all empty or worse he could have already sold it.

"It's still yours, I only instructed the servants to pack some of your clothes and important belongings." he laughs, seemingly enjoying your little exaggeration.

You sighed, feeling troubled by that matter but that wasn't the only thing you're worried about...

"Dinner will be ready in two hours. Do you want to request any dishes? Or do you want to organize our room?" He casually suggested but the word 'our' clearly rings inside your ear.

'Right... Room. Sharing a room with him. That's normal, of course. Yes. No...' your thoughts trying to normalize the word ‘our’ but it weren't inclined with what you were feeling.

Ayato was that one person who spent the most time with you these few months. You've done a lot of things together but you never once share a room with him under any normal circumstances. Sure, he'd accompany you in your room at your residence if you're feeling under the weather or you’d check up on him at the estate if he’s not feeling well but there’s nothing much to it aside from taking care of each other’s well being.

After all, you, yourself have never or even thought about stepping into his room at the estate. Everytime you visited the estate, you'd be staying in the guest room. Of course you think it's normal for couples to share a room but growing up as an aristocratic family, you're not accustomed to these things. Still you're just grateful that he never once brought up about this matter until now because... Obviously, you're married to him now.

If you spoke of requesting to just sleep in the guest room in this situation, it would only make things unreasonable. Besides, if anything you should’ve felt joy instead of the feelings you were feeling now.

"Where's Ayaka?" Instead of deciding to choose an option, you asked about Ayaka's whereabouts.

"She should be back from the city soon"

"It would've been nice to talk with her"

Ayato chuckles, seemingly aware of the reason behind it.

"Would it be better to just directly complain about it to me? What is it that you're not telling me this time?" He raised a brow, accompanied by a knowing smile.

"It's nothing. I just felt like talking with girls. It's been awhile" you barely even make a proper excuse.

"Why do I feel like it's an attempt to escape away from me?" He suddenly brings his face closer to you.

"Perhaps..." You nonchalantly replied but was quick to move a step to the side.

"Besides, you're busy... Right?" How you'd hope he was... It would've given you a lot of time to adjust and properly accept this new reality. You didn't hate it or anything but you're not joking either about wanting to really just run away from here. He guessed it right for that part.

What was this feeling actually? Was it anxiety, embarrassment, overwhelmed? Perhaps a mix of everything and you're just trying to get it out from your unsettled soul. Where did your calmness fly away to, when you actually need it for dear life?

"Well... Guess what, I still have five days off. Didn't you remember? Her excellency added a few extra days"

"Right..." You replied, capturing a little disappointment.

"Will you accompany me for a cup of tea then?"

Ayato knew you're thinking about something but he wasn't sure what it was about. Perhaps talking over tea would at least ease your mind.

"Actually, is it possible to let me cook something in the kitchen?"

"Do you need the servants to help you get changed?"

You were wearing a formal kimono, a matching silk sky blue fabric matching his outfit. Golden embroidery accompanied by pieces of attached ornaments. Surely, it's not fit for doing other than minimal work.

You sighed, showing more disappointment than before as you remember the heavy fabrics surrounding you. All you needed was a quick getaway, just for a few minutes and what's the difference if you're still going to get changed in his room, or rather your room too when you're trying to escape from that.

"Let's get tea" you eventually give in.

You sat opposite him while viewing the sun setting from the porch. The horizon slowly becomes an orange hue as the sun slowly sinks. Pair of birds flew away to their destination. The soft sea breeze occasionally blows past you.

"What are you thinking?" He softly spoke, taking your attention away from the view.

"Tomorrow, I want to wear the outfit I usually wear and without too many hair accessories. I'd still do it even if you wouldn't agree" you matter of factly replied.

"Is that it?" He raised a brow, obviously not convinced.

"Actually..."

"Hmm?"

"Brother!" Ayaka quickly took a few quick steps as she arrived on the porch. Ayato was about to greet her back but she was already focusing on you instead of him.

"Sister!" She's been calling you this ever since and you thought it was rather cute. You flashed a smile as she happily held your hands. You quickly blink an eye at her and she only smiled back before pulling you up.

"Huh? Wh- Why are you taking her?" Ayato could only trail his eyes at your figure, surprised, as you and Ayaka quickly walked back to the estate's main door. Leaving him there. He could still hear the giggles and whispers even after the door was closed.

He helplessly sighed before sipping the cup of tea in his hand. Perhaps he's been performing overly laid-back these days that he failed to acknowledge the little secrets between you and his little sister.

"Hmm... I am but an eliminated opponent" he chuckles seemingly entertained by the situation he wasn't able to predict.

"Ayaka, I'm sorry to trouble you... I've been trying to get a breather" Meanwhile, you have successfully obtained your getaway.

"Aww... Why? Has my brother been talking too much?"

"Yes, but that doesn't bother me. I'm just feeling a little tired but I know I couldn't possibly ask to take a nap at the guest room" you somehow told her half of your thoughts.

"I understand. Let me help you to remove your hair ornaments" Ayaka didn't question much but instead she immediately offered to help you.

"Thanks. I'll just take a quick nap here”. You want to just rest your head on Ayaka's study table but she quickly pulled you to rest on her bed instead.

"No, I… I'm not used to sleeping on any bed. Umm… it's" you tried to explain, trying not to hurt her by misunderstanding. "...not that I think it's uncleaned or anything like that but-"

Aside from your unresolvable emotions, admittingly you're not used to sleeping on just any beds either. The thought of sharing a bed with someone is one thing but the microscopic particles you aren't aware of on the bed sheets are taking over half of your head too.

Every time you visited the estate and stayed for the night, sleeping on the guest room's bed, you actually brought along an extra bed sheet to cover the original bed sheet. Yes, you're that particular about this matter but it's unnoticeable since it's only you who'll be sleeping on it. 

It's perhaps one of the downsides of growing up in a noble family to the point of being inflexible for that particular situation but it's still understandable if one considers your dust allergies. 

"It's alright. I don’t mind... I understand." She waved her hand with a smile. "If so, would you like to have at least a pillow?"

"I'll wake you when it's dinner time" she happily informs you before taking out a book from one of the table drawers.

You nodded, hugged the pillow before resting your head on your left arm. You drifted off to sleep in a rather short while. The sounds of occasional papers being turned slowly quiets down before completely disappearing from your ear. 

"Sister… Sister, dinner time in twenty minutes" Ayaka slowly called out to you, expecting you wouldn't be awake but after just a few more attempts you were already up.

"Let me fix your hair" she started combing your hair with a beautiful jade comb as you happily smiled at her delicate skills in doing your hair. 

"I can already imagine the look on Ayato's face when we get to the table" you lightly laughed at the thought.

"Brother is going to complain… "

You laughed at her worried expression "Don't worry. I think I got this. Unless, if he's acting too upset… but I'll think of something"

After Ayaka finished styling your hair, you both walked to the dining area while happily conversing with each other. She was much younger than you but in terms of topics, Ayaka is well versed.

"Have you girls been catching up together?" 

However unlike you both imagined, he seems just like his usual calm self. Smiling and unbothered. It's rather rare that he'd react like that but you thought it's not that bad.

"Yes… " Ayaka excitedly talked about it as you both sat opposite him.

You silently ate dinner along with the siblings as they converse with each other over various topics. You didn't bother to join in nor did you think about being left out because the nap you just took literally has given you much appetite.

The Sushi, the fried tempura prawns, salmon, soups and noodles… It just makes you focus more on the delicious taste and flavors.

"Goodnight to you both." Ayaka gives a quick bow before heading back to her room. She has another event to attend early tomorrow so it was only normal to get enough sleep. 

Ayaka has just left the table and it was now only you and the estate's owner.

You neatly arrange the chopsticks to the side as the servants begin to collect the plates. The other team of servants then places down a set of tea on the table.

The intense stare from the person opposite you made you feel slightly under pressure. It was as if you're deemed guilty if you pour yourself a cup of warm tea. So, you just quietly wait for him to speak up.

'He's definitely upset' you thought as you finally held your gaze on him. Those purple eyes flickering with emotions, you've seen a number of times before.

"Why did you abandon me for two hours?"

"Why are you suddenly acting like this?" 

Surprisingly he suddenly was acting as how you'd expect him to be… but why was it when it's only you were here? Just moments ago, he was bright as the morning sun but now when he's just with you he becomes the opposite.

"You're still not answering me"

"Are you serious?"

He heaved a sigh, getting even more disappointed.

You laughed at the situation you were in right now, completely ignoring the way he looked at you. The way he'd happily talked with Ayaka but threw all of his dissatisfaction at you was rather unreal… but you actually thought that this would happen considering it's Kamisato Ayato. The person who hides no secrets from you. There are two sides of him and you get to see both.

Now you're questioning your life if it's actually a good thing to know everything about him.

"Alright, I'm sorry… I'll make sure to drag you along with me next time"

"Hmph… you didn't even tell me about your thoughts earlier"

A sigh escapes your lips as you try to find proper words to explain things to him. There are only two things you're concerned about but it's such a trivial thing… it doesn't even involve your health or anything he needs to worry about…

"I think I'm feeling alright. I just needed some time to get used to the reality I have now. As of right now, there's nothing for you to worry about"

"Of course, I'll make sure to tell you everything including my inner thoughts if it troubles me. Just like how I'm feeling under pressure trying to explain these things when you're looking at me like that" you quickly added.

He has been intently listening to you as he rests the side of his chin on his left fist. You didn't know what he was thinking but it does bring out an air of interrogation into the spacious room. Ayato's calm facial expression was barely readable as his purple eyes stared back into yours.

"Fine. I know I'm not your best friend… but at least you're feeling better." Eventually he finally gave a reply. He spoke casually but you could tell that he still wasn't satisfied with the matter. At this point, you know you need to use your writer's skills to use fancy words against him. 

"Of course you're not. Aren't you my soulmate?" 

"Your reasoning doesn't make any sense but considering you're indeed my partner in crime… I'll agree to that."

He also effortlessly throws you a set of unprecedented words expressionlessly. As much as you want to admit that you haven't done any criminal acts with him, you only chuckle at the thought.

You carefully imitate his posture, from the way he rests his head on his fist to the way he looks at you. It wasn't your usual behavior but this time you just happen to have the confidence and courage to be in such a position.

The only distance between his face and yours can only be seen as intimidating considering the seriousness in both facial expressions.

Sometimes the servants do wonder if their master actually married the lady only for political gains. It's quite hilarious to see the servant's worried look from the corner of the room. Thankfully, you both were occupied by each other's intense stare otherwise you’ll notice their worried facial expression. 

Eventually after a short moment he cracks a smile before quickly covering his mouth with a hand. You eyed him in disbelief before falling into laughter. 

"Y/n that's an illegal tactic. Why are you winning this again?" He lightly laughs, joining you. 

Ayato wasn't prepared for you to act that way even while he's feeling genuinely gloomy over the way you deliberately left him, without much explanation. The way you stare back at him made him realize that your eyes were that captivating to begin with, how can he possibly win against that? 

"Hmm? Didn't I already make you feel better without me saying anything? Also, since when was this a competition?" Your curiosity eagerly waits for his answer. 

He smiles, the one that reaches his eyes seemingly revealing an expression of obvious joy, a direct indication that you're not wrong about that. Ayato, who was used to winning, has long forgotten the feeling of losing but if it's because of you, he'd still slowly let it slide.

"Indeed, you did… and yes, I'll gladly admit defeat if it's you" he softly spoke, returning to his usual calm self.

The chatter between you and him went on for another hour until at some point he suggested to prepare for bed.

"Right… Did you by any chance instruct the servants to bring along some of my extra bed sheets?" This time, you finally were able to calmly speak about your second concern.

"Why don't we organize the room first? I haven't checked it either. Days prior, I just suggested them to make things comfortable" he replied.

"The estate is over a hundred years old but renovations were made every once a few years. It was my parents who last renovated some rooms back then, most of the materials used are of high quality so I haven't changed anything" he explained about some of the estate's history while you walked beside him.

"There are three main rooms" He gestures a hand to show you three entirely different routes, "Based on family tradition the married clan leader or their immediate family are eligible to stay in either one… my room is a lot smaller compared to these."

You recalled Ayaka's room and it was already that spacious. However, it wasn't spacious enough compared to your own room at your family's residence. It’s a possibility that the main rooms could be even more spacious.

"Which one did you choose then?"

"Truthfully, I haven't decided yet… All your things are in my room. We still need to instruct the servants to make the final arrangements"

"You still have some days off… why don't we just start everything tomorrow?"

"Sure… but where do you want us to sleep for tonight then?" He lightly smiled as if acting all too innocent but the way he arranged his sentence only tells you that it wasn't the case.

The word 'us' attacks you more than you expected it to be even after you've made up your mind to accept the reality of this. It was after all your first concern. 

"Let's sleep outside under the night sky" you calmly suggested.

"That's too cold… you do know we're not homeless"

"Ugh… just choose wherever…" you muttered.

"Hmm?" He purposefully lowers down his face just to match with you seemingly entertained by your reactions. 

You knew, he's deliberately teasing you right now.

"Stop this instant, or I'm returning to my own residence and you're not allowed to come along" you expressionlessly informed him.

"My fair lady, please don't bring wrath upon your pitiful husband… let's head to my room for tonight, is that agreeable?" He carefully takes your hand while waiting for your answer.

"Mmm" despite all of the thoughts inside your head screaming for you to disagree, you still did agree to his suggestion. 

As soon as you entered his room, servants were already prepared to take you to another room, just to help you get prepared for the night. A warm bath was prepared, a set change of clothes and the servants even helped with your hair. After a few minutes you finally returned with a fresher and comfortable state.

"I already instructed the bed sheets to be changed with the ones you prefer." He informed you right after you had just  returned from the servant's diligent effort to make you feel comfortable with the change of kimono but with much lighter fabrics. 

This time, your hair was let down without being decorated with any ornaments, or hair pins. It was just comfortable for a proper rest.

"Don't worry about the covers, it's changed everyday and the same goes with the pillows." He adds, trying to make sure everything was up for your expectations.

The Yashiro commission is already one of the renowned clans to exist and obviously, the cleanliness couldn't possibly be anywhere near shabby especially when servants are dedicated with their job. Despite all of this, Ayato finds it challenging to convince you about the matter as you carefully inspected the quality of the cover's fabrics before dusting away invisible dust on the pillow. 

"Sorry… for doubting the cleanliness…  but aside from that I'm just not used to sleeping here. I don’t mind returning to my residence if you find me being overly choosy" You slowly admitted.

"Don’t worry… if you're comfortable, it's fine by me"

Ayato was seated by the mirror. His hair was still damp as he casually combed it to the back with his fingers.

"Do you… want me to at least dry it a little? Your hair I mean" you slowly approached his side. 

"Sure." he smiled gleefully. His hair slowly falling down to the side as he turned to look at you.

You smiled completely overjoyed, however unlike him who'd thought you were just genuinely trying to help him, you were actually thinking about the opposite.

"Mh- y/n… are you releasing anger on me?" His hands were barely trying not to hold your hand to stop from rummaging his hair with the towel a little too harsh.

"What? This is how you properly towel dry hair" you secretly smiled. 

You knew it wasn't… but this mischievous heart of yours is definitely taking the enjoyment from seeing him unable to stop you either.

After you were done, his perfect blue hair was in complete shambles but you didn't laugh and casually proceeded to hang the towel afterwards.

"You look absolutely charming"

"I find it even more terrifying that you're able to stay that expressionless." 

You just stare at him, pursing your lips just to hold yourself from laughing before taking the jade comb that was placed next to the mirror.

"Was it like this?" You purposely choose the wrong hair parting line.

He chuckled as he looked at the mirror. Ayato knew at this point, you're just playing with his hair. There is no way, you'd be that forgetful.

"Have it your way" he softly spoke with a smile while staring back at you through the mirror's reflection.

"Why are you overly happy about this?" You stare back at him through the mirror while combing through his soft hair.

"Hmm?" His purple eyes only observed your every little gesture. 

It took you a few moments before you finally styled it the way he'd usually do. Of course, even if your facial expression has been just calm, you're actually enjoying it.

"It's done" you carefully placed the jade comb back to its original position.

You were about to check the bookshelf that was located just next to the wooden table but Ayato suddenly called out to you.

"What is it?"

You turned to face him yet again but your hand was suddenly pulled by him. Ayato was still seated on the chair but both of his arms were now wrapped around your waist. Securely keeping you close in his hold. 

"I missed you" his soft voice muffled.

Surprised was still written all over your face but eventually you still managed to gently pats his head while displaying a gentle smile.

"How so?" you softly spoke.

"It's been a month since I last got to hold you close." he complained.

"Is seeing me everyday different than holding me?"

He nods agreeing with you.

"But you hold my hands way too often"

"It's different.". He argued back.

You nodded although you knew he couldn't see you agreeing with him. But surely you're used to his demands by now, it's nothing new. 

"Of course, anything for my huge cat… Shall we have a date tomorrow as well?" You suggested before resting both of your hands on his shoulder.

"Oh? Where do you suggest we go?" He smiled as he looked up to you, his arm still around your waist. 

"I believe everywhere is enjoyable as long as you're with someone whom you hold dear"

He nodded before standing up, instantly towering over you. Somehow, this subtle change of situation made you feel overwhelmed. 

"Right… we should get some sleep" you swiftly walked away, breaking away from his hold.

Ayato stood there, his eyes lingered to your figure. He wasn't sure what made you suddenly feel uncomfortable around him when you were at ease just seconds ago. Even if you're a mind reader, he hasn't thought about anything that could've made you feel that way. He sadly sighed but didn't pry into it as he quietly took the right side of the bed. 

"Goodnight y/n. I'll wake you up tomorrow morning" he still informed you in a cheerful voice.

"Goodnight…" you whispered back before getting into the covers.

The shared futon mattress was comfortable and larger compared to the normal ones. You couldn't help but smile at the smoothness of the fabric. Although you try so hard to distract yourself with these fine additions added for your comfort you couldn't completely ignore the other soul who exists in that same bedding, who was almost two meters apart from you.

Ayato was lying on the same bed but honestly what did you expect... This is what it's called to officially become someone's wife. Having to share a bed has long been a part of the package. Unless perhaps you didn't want to but that wasn't the case... 

He inched closer towards you ever so slowly, almost just as a natural movement of a turn but you were so aware of every single microscopic movement that you couldn't help but notice.

You've been trying to sleep for the past hour but failed to do so... It wasn't him to be blamed nor does he intentionally cause you to stay awake but it seems these things are just surreal for you to accept.

Both of your hands were on top of your chest, your face the ceiling while your heart was pounding as you took a deep breath to calm yourself yet again.

'Am I going to be alive tomorrow?' you thought upon realizing that it's impossible to get some sleep in this state. 

'Should I wake up and just continue writing until dawn?'

Surprisingly Ayato's shoulder was almost touching yours. You quickly and carefully inched away to the side.

'How is he sleeping like this?!' You have been having this question repeatedly, unable to understand someone who moves too much in their sleep.

At some point, you were already at the edge of the bed and somehow he still managed to close the gap between you as if he's been chasing you all along.

You turned to your side, unable to inch away anymore, feeling completely cornered and helpless. The room suddenly becomes warmer by the second as if an unknown entity is trying to capture your soul. 

"I got you now..." A whisper sounded over your head, his warm breath brushed over your skin ever so slightly which indicates that he's surely smiling victoriously.

'He wasn't asleep?!' you mentally screamed while closing your eyes shut in utter shock of the sudden realization.

His chest pressed against your back, only separated by the layers of fabrics you both wore and yet you feel so vulnerable. You were quick to desperately squirm away from his affectionate hold but to no avail he didn't let go. 

"You're always trying to escape from me then... And now that still hasn't changed..." he softly spoke seemingly in a very good mood, definitely in complete bliss as he fondly snuggled to you. 

You have long stopped from squirming ever since he started talking but now the intimate closeness was surely getting into you... As quick as lightning, you turn around to face him, thinking perhaps in that position you could get an inch of distance. 

Unexpectedly, rather than getting that ounce of distance, you were only greeted by a few quick kisses. The first was on your cheek and that made you too stunned to react. The second was your eyelid while your hand was still busy covering your cheeks. Then lastly your lips, your innocent, maiden, delicate lips… he unhurriedly kissed your lips ever so gently. That simple act had you barely breathing due to the unfamiliarity.

If this was also a competition, he effortlessly wins the game against you. 

"Can you... calm down..." You spoke almost inaudible, feeling helpless, still unable to calm your own heartbeat.

"I am calm" he raised a brow. "I believe it's you who's overly concerned..." he paused with a chuckle seemingly amused "...about whatever that is on your mind my dear"

"But that's not important... Right now just relax, alright? I wouldn't want you to be upset and restless all night especially when you're with me" he then adds, revealing a genuine concern in his voice.

He was always worried about your well-being and it just never crossed your mind that he could be that simple sometimes despite all the awful teasing he would suddenly throw at you.

"I promise you, I won't do anything… more than that. So you don't need to feel troubled. Always remember, you have a choice and I respect whichever choice you take"

These little things that he says does makes you feel a lot better. It's so comforting to know that he'll make sure to fulfill your needs including understanding your emotional state. Despite that, you still didn't have the courage to voice out a reply to him.

"I dearly love you… Please don't be scared of me" he adds, finally revealing the sadness he's been actually keeping inside. He gently placed a hand on the back of your head, yet some strands of your hair still got caught in between his fingers. 

Ayato pressed his forehead against yours, seeking comfort and peace from you. Although his heart is aching because of you, he still finds the cure just from holding you ever so close. You were the cause of his pain and yet his only remedy.

Your heart aches just by listening to his dejected utterance. It never crossed your mind that he would be heavily affected by your personal emotions. It was as if he knew you better than you did.

"Have you ever married someone before? Why are you so calm about this?" You planned to say something else but an entirely different sentence came out of your mouth.

"Hmm??!" 

You didn't want to laugh but just from his voice you can obviously tell that he was taken aback by the random question. Only after a while did he finally laugh along with you.

"Sorry…" you muttered, feeling embarrassed for asking such a bizarre question.

"I'm just… always at peace when I'm with you." He softly spoke a reply.

Although you weren't sure if it's reasonable to do so, you still slowly reach a hand to the side of his face. Your fingers gently brushed against his soft skin. He would sometimes place your hand to his face but it was never your own intention. However, this was the first time you'd intentionally try to genuinely reach out to him.

"You can rely on me for various problems but I'm still learning when it comes to giving or receiving affections… and it was never my intention to hurt you, Ayato. I'm sorry for making things difficult." It was challenging to turn your own emotions into understandable sentences but if it's for Ayato, you'd still want to let him know.

After listening to your words Ayato suddenly realized something he had never noticed before as if seeing from another perspective. He too was learning something new from you. 

You were about to take your hand away but he quickly took hold of it.

"I'm sorry y/n… I too have been overly demanding of you." 

He should’ve known that it wasn’t your intention to act that way and unlike him, you’ve only barely requested anything irrelevant. Obviously his overall performance is definitely important to you but that’s just something he can do as easy as breathing.

Unknowingly a smile appeared on your lips. Surely you didn't think he was causing you much trouble if it wasn't for your own overly cautious emotions. If only you were those affection seeking girls, it would've perhaps been most suitable for him. Nevertheless, you couldn't bother to tell him such thoughts. Admittingly you’re thankful that he’d still choose you over anyone.

"I sincerely hope that my love will reach you too. So please don't feel unhappy"

He nodded as he pulled you even closer to him. Your head lightly pressed on his chest, you can feel the warmth from his body, the scent on the fabric of his clothes and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

“How… How am I going to sleep like this?” Your voice muffled but the complaint surely reached his ear.

“Do you want me to kiss you again?” His voice was so casual as if he was just asking you to accompany him for a stroll.

You gulped, suddenly feeling nervous yet again, your once calm heartbeat accelerating in response to the suggestion that you genuinely viewed as a threat.

‘If I were to escape from this, he’ll surely easily catch up with me and the possibility is…’ your thoughts were already brewing an escape plan but it seems even you knew the success rate is really low.

“Fine!” you sighed feeling defeated by the situation you’re in.

Having said that, Ayato knew you would most definitely try to reason with him or simply try to escape away from this room. He wonders which one you will choose? Nonetheless, he was well prepared to win in both situations, predicting all the possible things you’ll do… You don’t even want to know his 101 ways just to get you into that trap.

Even if he was confident, it was obvious that he couldn't possibly predict your every move because unexpectedly you decided to just stay there, in between his hold. That exact position was entirely covering your face so it's a better option.

“I’m staying just like this, don’t you dare let go” you calmly whispered a reply.

"Tsk. So close and yet so far" he complained, knowing too well about his failed attempt.

"No matter, I'll accept my defeat tonight. Sleep tight my dear wife."

You deliberately stayed silent, and ignored the latter. After all, it was enough for today, should you add anymore words he'll surely come up with something else.

"Goodnight" eventually you whispered back as a reply and went to sleep mode as if you're a human machine with an on-off switch. You didn't even bother to be in your comfortable sleeping position due to your actual fatigue.

The next morning, your eyes slowly flutter open only to notice the reason why you're having slight difficulties when breathing. You actually thought your lungs weren't working well or at least your health was deteriorating.

Your back was comfortably aligned with the futon mattress but you never imagined someone could feel so comfortable sleeping in that position which only makes you helplessly sigh just looking at him.

'Not that surprising… but when is he going to wake up??' your mind working clear as day even when you've just woken up. You always thought he was an early bird but why is he still clinging to you like this?

Instead of the pillow, Ayato's head was snuggled comfortably on your right shoulder. If you were to slightly turn your head to the right, the side of your face will touch his head. You could barely see his face but you could tell he was indeed still peacefully asleep.

The side of his torso was heavily leaning against yours while his right arm was on top of your ribcage. His right hand securely clasps your left hand intertwined with his fingers.

You slightly moved your left hand in an attempt to wake him but only one of his legs moved and somewhat rested on the right side of your leg.

You could barely move, your chest slightly feeling the pressure from the weight, but you didn't want to complain first thing in the morning either. It wouldn't be reasonable for him. These days you’ve been lenient towards him. Things really do change.

In the end you just stared up the ceiling while listening to his calm breathing. The curtains were still closed and only a ray of morning sunlight made through the gaps in between the royal blue curtains.

Occasionally you would slightly turn your head to glance at his room's decor, a study table by the end of the room accompanied by book shelves filled with books, a tall wooden wardrobe and that was all your vision could reach.

'I wonder what else he reads about? But I maybe don't have time to check because we'll be busy with arranging the main room. Should I help out with cooking lunch or dinner later? But would that be actually appropriate?' your train of thoughts at least made the minutes pass by rather fast which slightly make you forget about the weight that was weighing on your side.

"Y/n…" he suddenly murmurs as it instantly pulls your focus back to the person.

Ayato raised half of his body to face you but he didn't let go of your left hand and gingerly pulled it towards him.

His hair that was always perfect was now a slight mess. You can only imagine how your long hair would probably be just the same.

You gradually sat up as he copied you but his gaze stayed on you as if waiting for you to speak.

"At least you slept well…" you really want to directly complain about your situation but for once you'll let this go. He cheekily smiled, obviously aware of his overly clingy act.

"But weren't you upset with me last night? You even ignored my apologies"

"I was asleep and I'm not upset about it" Honestly, after saying goodnight to him, you didn't hear anything after. 

"Really?"

You nodded.

"I was waiting for you to reply back but I too have been defeated by fatigue" he smiled, seemingly relieved that he wasn't in deep water. It was alright if you're just slightly annoyed with him teasing you but he couldn't accept it if you're entirely upset because of him.

You smiled, "So shall I prepare breakfast? Or is it already prepared by the head chef?"

Ayato shakes his head disapprovingly with a smile, before he suddenly tackled you down. The slight impact made you slightly frown, feeling a little displeased but after seeing his face over your head made your thought process into shambles. You wanted to cover your face but then you realized both your hands were already in between his firm hold.

The human beating heart's primary task was to efficiently pump blood and yet again at this moment, it could've overworked itself due to your change of emotions. 

In such a helpless position, you just silently stare back at him. It's futile to resist but you knew he wasn't even hurting you nor was he harboring any ill intention. His reasons behind such actions were just unclear to you and it's something you're not used to.

"I was wondering…" he paused, seemingly trying to get your full attention on him as his eyes searched yours. "...if you'd give me a morning kiss?"

At this point, you're too tired to reason against him and that you'd prefer to just actually wake up rather than being in this embarrassing position. Admittingly your heart was tired too, tired of feeling overwhelmed. It is time to face the so-called crisis at hand. You knew too well that he wants that kiss, as if it's his latest obsession.

"...go on" you calmly spoke, confidently giving him a greenlight.

Ayato's confident smile slowly changed into a surprised look, his eyes widened in disbelief over your words. He didn't expect you'd be agreeing to it without any resistance. Eventually he let out a chuckle, knowing that he didn't need to use the various sentences to go up against you just so he could get it. This man literally planned in advance just to get a kiss from you.

"My lady…" he tenderly smiled before slowly letting go of your hands as he adjusted himself to sit on his side.

In that short gap of time, you quickly hid your face behind the cover and turned yourself opposite him. As if a child hiding from a thunderstorm under their cozy blanket. 

Even under the layers of blanket, you can still hear the joy in his laughter. It was obvious he was entertained by your little act.

"Y/n…" he whispered out your name right next to your ear, seemingly in a teasing manner. 

The next second, his arms went under your body as he effortlessly scooped you up. The blanket was still covering you but Ayato had already made you sit on his lap as he supported your back using his left arm.

“... wasn’t it me, who’s receiving?” he spoke teasingly, bringing his lips close to your ear only separated by the blanket and you know he’s not entirely wrong about that.

“I’m not enjoying this…” You finally get out from the blanket’s comfort and face him head on. His handsome face was already tenderly staring back at you, lips curved in a knowing smile, eagerly waiting for whatever decisions you'd do to him. You helplessly sighed before laughing at the ordeal you're now trapped into.

"Y/n…" 

---- to be continue -----

A/N: This was 8K words already too lengthy...

Happy New Year! ^^

[stankycowboy]

“ severen van sickle . enough ! leave him alone. ” a hair brush flies in his direction , just barely missing his head. it serves as a warning — pick on someone your own size — one the family’s matron ( her aim impeccable ) didn’t care to repeat.

He hears the missile on its trajectory and knows he needn't flinch, but that does not mean the message is not received. It is very clear that the next would be a direct hit. Still, he turns his sneer upon her, challenging the Pale One as only he might dare. Most especially for her motherly tone. Theatrically stepping away from Homer, Severen fakes contrition. "No need to get yer britches all bunched" he says, spying the hairbrush and heaving it into the air with his toe. "Just teasin' on the ol' boy", he grabs it expertly and pulls it through his mussed hair, oil from dressing (or lack of washing), holding it back as he shapes it. A sidelong look is cast at Homer who is a mix of distraught anger. There was a nerve hit in the midst of Severen's torment, and even the usual one-liners don't come to his lips. This is the true indication that he has gone too far, and Severen feels a flicker of regret. Not enough to apologize, but his haughty attitude fades. Tossing the brush onto the low coffee table he carelessly collapses into an armchair, feigning nonchalance to hide the fact he is contemplating an act of repentance for his behavior.

"I'm goin'a bed" Homer mumbles, moving to the back of the trailer they have appropriated. They all know without it being voiced that he is going to sleep in the one room with no windows. "Need me'ta read yah bedtime story?" Severen asks, looking up from gnawing at a dirty nail with a smile. "Anything I have is past your reading level" Homer responds flatly, though it is the best evidence of his recovery. A severe glower is cast Severen's way, though Diamondback is glad to hear their elder on the upswing. "Ow!" The Savage One complains, leaning back to glare at her upside down. "I was bein' nice!" He declares defensively. The tv remote lies halfway between them both, having ricocheted off his skull. "Mmmhmm", she responds jaw set firm in disapproval. "It looks to me like you got some time on your hands, why don't you get the van prepped?" She lets her gaze fall back to the task at hand, repacking her duffel. "Pssh", he hisses air through tight pressed lips, pushing up out of the chair and back onto his feet. His spurs jangle noisily at the movement. "Use my name all you want, you ain't my momma". It is nearly the most childish thing he has said to her, and Diamondback has to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from grinning. It still can't restrain the upturn at the corner of her mouth. As if realizing he has lost this particular match, Severen makes his own move to leave. His last reproachful act is to snag the cigarettes off the windowsill as he throws open the front door. They both know they were hers. With a roll of her eyes, Diamond sighs, shaking her blonde curls as she tucks away the last of her necessities. As cross as she acted, she can't help the deep swell of love that she has for her boys. The two miscreants her sons of a kind, whether either would admit to it or not. The feeling is warm and welcome. Funny, how she would not have expected it all those years ago in her human life. Zipping the bag closed, she takes it over to the pile already made by the door-- always prepared for a fast exit-- and does a quick survey of the area. Something catches the light by the armchair Severen was sitting in, when she approaches, she notices it is one of his trinkets. One of the fly fishing lures fastened beneath the Metropolitan Police badge. A wry smirk twists her mouth and Diamondback slyly tucks it away; a perfect bit of underhanded revenge. Absently, she wonders when he will notice, imagines the fit he will throw, the demands he will make when she (if she) tells him of her retrieval. Such a child. Now left by herself, she laughs quietly, sinking into the same chair Severen had occupied. Even inside she can smell him smoking the last of her Lucky Strikes, even if they were not his brand of choice. "Such a child" she voices aloud, thinking of his lure again with a snicker.