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the-silver-peahen-residence · 1 year

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||Demon check-up day part 10||

Hi everyone, Peahen mom here with another chapter to the Demon check-up mini series. If you wish to read the following chapters, they are below this:

~~Chapters~~

Part one

Part two

Part three

Part four

Part five

Part six

Part seven

Part Eight

Part nine

((Your reading part ten right now))

||Drabble Summary||

Four months have passed after the heavy talk between him and Echo's Devil Ox. It's not all that happened with Akiko never happened so the fractions went back to normal. It's been some time since everyone heard from the cursed vixens too.

Now, Navarro hopes to speak with Echo or at least try to. She has been ignoring his text messages and calls just to check on her. So, he decided to try and have a one on one talk with her. But during the talk, he will see just how badly his words has hurt her. How will this go? Read to find out.

||Warning||

~Heart to heart serious talk is present in the drabble

((Guests in this drabble))

Jinx along with her fraction belong to me. Echo's devil Ox along with some others belong to me.

Van ink and the DBT and some of the devils belong to @demon-blood-youths

((Just a heads up: Grammar is not good and their will be heavy mistakes but this was written for fun so please enjoy. ))

It was now time to skip ahead from that night to about four months. The fractions of NYC has returned to normal in some way after Akiko's check up. Everyone was alright and fine after a few days but it was like everything went back to normal. After a while, Navarro finally said sorry for the ditching to everyone but he did get punishments from everyone he ditched. He took each one and hopes they will forgive him. However, that leaves just one more that he had to get forgiveness from.

Echo.

The DBT was doing their normal thing but many was eating some pizza together but Navarro was looking silent at his phone. Ever since that day, he's been trying to find the right words to say sorry to Echo though he did check up on her at times from calling her or texting her.

So far, she didn't answer his phone calls, going to voice mail. Even the text messages were not even read but only shows 'sent' and nothing else. He sighed looking frustrated since she didn't reply or answer his calls but he was worried. Ink told him to fix it when he can but maybe the two still was cooling off?

"What's the matter now?" He blinks to look up seeing Shdwkyz and Rust there but he looks away not wanting to talk right now.

"Nothing. What do you guys want?" he asked but goes to eat more of his pizza.

"You don't have to sound angry. We just wanna check up on you. Seems you been stressed out for a while after what happened." Rust said but Navarro knew that.

"I'm not stressed; just annoyed." he grumbles.

"Sounds like both to be honest." Shdwkyz said with arms crossed while Navarro just bites into his pizza slice trying to think. The two looks to one another then at him. "Listen Navarro-"

"Don't. I know what your going to say. I should have the time to say sorry to Echo but...I don't know if she's ready to even see my face right now. I want to say sorry to her for what I said to her...but I'm worried on how badly she feels." he said.

"Well, you both just needed to cool off is all. I mean, you were just scared because of the doctor as she was. Besides, it's been about uhhh how long?" he asked Shdwkyz who sighed.

"It's been four months so far. You and her really needed time away from one another after that. Though, we did hear that Jinx is speaking to Ink after two months ago. So, we don't know..." he said.

"Wait four months?! The hell??" he said but he shook his head.

"Look man, I think it's time that you and her talk to get this over with and make up. I mean, you seem pretty worried about her." Rust said.

"Even if she's not your girlfriend as you keep saying it feels like she is-"

"Shdwkyz for the last damn time, she's not my.." But he stops talking to not say it. Navarro said nothing but looks down at his plate to sigh.

"She seems like she is to you. Your saying she's not but you been worrying about her like she is." Shdwkyz said.

"Oh sure, just like you worrying about Vivi? Your not even dating her or her boyfriend." he said but Shdwkyz looks to him.

".....And how do you know that? True, me and her are close friends together..but honestly, we grown closer and even I'm worried about her myself. How do you know that she already is my girlfriend without you knowing?"

"......"

"Second, I am worried about her and the others. Just like Jaron worried about Melinda. Fosh worried about Mouse. Gerald worried about Ping. And Rust worried about Breezy. We all are worried as everyone else is. Heck, the leaders have been texting Ink to ask if she heard from Jinx yet but she has told them she has." he looks to Navarro again.

"Listen, even if things are bad, you can always make it up with her. We know you tend to be a idiot at times but we already know your really worried about Echo right now. Have you tried calling her or texting her?"

"..Tried but she won't answer my calls or texts.." he said.

"Okay but have you tried to go visit her?" he heard Rust say.

"..No. I didn't want to bother her face to face so I tried doing this through the phone." He said.

".....I see. Then I believe you need to try the third choice. Maybe it's time to go talk to her for real. You being on the phone isn't helping so maybe you have to talk to her for that time." Rust said.

"........." Maybe it was time since it's been four months! Though, Navarro sighed to look down. "I..guess so. Fine, I can go and speak to her." he said as the two saw him get his phone but goes to ask Jaron if he can drop him off near the cursed vixen's place. Seems he was going to do this after all.

~~~Later on near Central park~~~

Navarro was silent while looking nervous, holding a bag with something inside. A small plush maybe? He was really nervous to speak to Echo again after so long but he had to fix this. Ink speaks to him but he knew she was still disappointed in him. He was with Shdwkyz, Fosh, Gerald, and Rust who came along to check up on the girls. Ink told them to be back later on but take the time they needed. She would see them later but hopes it works out. She, Ophelia, Oblivion, Maggie went on to visit the others so the team was split up for the day.

Jaron was quiet too as he was driving to Central park for him, still worried about his girlfriend Melinda and the cursed vixens too. Even the drive there was uncomfortable in silence. What would he even say to Echo? Is she even alright? Did he really push it too far? What if he....he shook his head not wanting to over think it but hopes for her sake she was fine.

"..Are you doing alright there Navarro? You been awfully quiet." He looks up hearing Jaron's voice but Navarro looks down to his lap.

"..I don't know honestly. I'm a bit scared to see how Echo's been after what happened. I don't even know where to start if I see her.." He felt terrible true but he wanted to fix this.

"Don't be so nervous. I'm sure if you just talk to her you'll be fine." Shdwkyz sighed looking at Navarro.

"That and be sure you really mean it." Fosh said.

"...I know, I know.." Navarro said.

"Well, it did get me thinking that Echo did start the whole thing by shouting at you but it turned into that." Rust said but the boys said nothing else for a moment till Jaron speaks.

"As many of us think Navarro, you and her just needed time away from one another. Yeah, that day was...not the best for any of us but it's over. I heard Dr. Akiko is back in Japan after her vacation so you can at least feel at east." Jaron sighed driving. "Besides, I also noticed Ink wasn't happy with you after that.."

"I know....but I have to fix this or else I won't be able to live this down. I Just couldn't believe I said that but I wish I can take it back. I never meant to hurt her like that..." Navarro sighed but grips the bag with the plush inside.

"True, you do.." the guys said to him but Navarro looks quiet.

"Hey hey hey. It's alright. You just have to do what you know is right. You have to make it up to her and say sorry. I know it will work. You were able to say sorry to everyone else you ditched so I believe you can get that from Echo too. You have to try.." Jaron said but looks ahead driving still.

".......Are you all still mad at me after what happened?" he asked.

"...I'm not angry and the guys are not either." Jaron said.

"True we all were at first but after taking some time to ourselves, we were alright after a few days. I know many of the others forgave you Navarro..so I know Echo will forgive you too." Rust said as Navarro looks down but hopes so.

After a while, he felt the car stop as he looks seeing the cursed vixen's place. He unbuckles the seat belt and opens the door to get out. It seems they were here but he only held the bag with the plush and looks to Jaron who was coming out as well. The other guys were out as well.

"......." He was nervous to even speak to her or see her but he felt Jaron's hand on his shoulder.

"It's alright Navarro. You can do this." he said but Navarro nods to take a deep breath and lets it out heading up to the front door with Jaron behind him. He would be here to help out in case just like the others. So, the boys go ahead and walk up to the front door as Navarro looks quiet but looks to them. Jaron, Fosh, Rust, Gerald, and Shdwkyz looks to him but nods.

He sees that but sighed to reach and knock on the door. Now they wait. It seems the guys waited for a few moments before they heard the click of the lock and the door opening. It shows a girl but she was showing it's Ping.

'H..Huh? G..guys! Hi there!' she smiled as Gerald smiled.

"Hi Ping!" Gerald said as he sees her happily hug her friend as he hugs back. In that moment, someone else walks over showing it was Breezy.

"Hey guys! What's up?" she asked smiling as Rust smiled back.

"Hey Breezy. I Hope you don't guys don't mind a visit today." he said as she giggled to look.

"Not at all. Come in. We were just hanging out today." she said letting the boys in. She sees them walk in but closes the door to show the girls of the vixens doing their own thing. They did see them to welcome the boys to their home.

"We are happy to see you girls are alright. But where is Jinx?" Fosh asked.

"She's on a task run with Ink right now. She came over a while ago to do some things so she's out." Mouse said.

"So it's just you girls here?" Shdwkyz said.

"Yes. We were just relaxing today and taking the time to just rest after our mission yesterday." Vivi said. As the girls were talking, Navarro was silent before looking to think. Melinda noticed but looks to him.

"Navarro, you okay?" she asked but he looks to see then down.

"....I.....I don't know if I should ask but I..Is Echo here?" he asked as Melinda looks to him but she sighed.

"She's here. She's in the back yard...did you wish to speak to her?" she asked to see Navarro slowly nod. "Well, follow me then alright?" she said but turns to lead him while the others saw this and hopes for the best. Jaron follows along but sees they were heading to the back seeing a back yard with a view. And sitting near the ledge was their other team member Echo.

She was looking out to the view of central park but she was wearing light clothing with her hair in a messy pony tail like bun. She didn't move but Melinda stops to look at the two.

"...So..how is she?" Jaron asked.

"..She's....stable. We been so busy trying to keep her happy but she's recovering pretty well. She did have some..break downs trying to hurt herself but we stopped before she did anything. So, she's okay." Melinda said as Navarro looked more upset with himself to see the bomber like this. Though, he did see some scarf tied around Echo's arm and some white bandages on her arms.

"....We will leave you both to talk." Melinda said gently to Navarro before she takes Jaron's hand to walk off with him so the two bombers can talk. Navarro looks out seeing Echo sitting there but he only was worried. She usually would be doing work in her garage or something or working on projects but..here she was sitting out side.

Taking a slow breath, it was time to talk to her. Navarro opens the sliding door to outside to feel the morning breeze but he walks out to close the door behind him to look at Echo. She looks up at the sky just to take the time to relax from the mission yesterday. She didn't know Navarro was behind her while he was holding a present. When getting to her, he sighed to look up.

"U..Ummm...H..Hi Echo...."

She heard his voice but looks ahead as he wonders if she'll even speak. Just as he was about to speak, he stops to see her slowly turn her head to him. He looks to see a silent expression on her face. He saw her green eyes looked empty, just like she lost her happiness.

Yeah, that was not good. As she looks to him, Navarro didn't know what to say right now. Because they were looking at one another in silence. His face looked pale but he keeps that down holding the bag.

"........."

'O..oh boy..'

Seems it was time for a talk.

#IC #silver roses #Drabble/short or long stories #silver butterfly mun #peahen mom #the mansion owner #demon check-up day part 10 #the fractions of NYC #demon-blood-youths #the cursed vixens #peahen writer #demon check up au #fraction adventures au

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m-a-d-e-l-e-i-n-e · 1 year

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Mild Life is Strange spoilers (?)

The majority of Chapter 5 of LIS (besides the very end of course) is what I imagine a bad trip feels like

#shit came from the Gravity Falls ‘nightmare realm’ I stg #genuinely creeped me the hell out at many parts #new irrational worst fear: getting stuck in a time loop and constantly trying to fix everything that’s going wrong and then fucking up…#…so massively that EVERYTHING goes wrong #I actually just finished the game and… I will never look at butterflies the same way #I feel empty but my heart hurts <3 #I’ll play it again and make pretty much all opposite choices just to see how the story changes #I will also say I respect the hell out of this game for coming off like it’s just a girly teen drama or something…#…and then it turns into much much more and ends up tearing your heart out #a very emotional experience. 10/10 recommend.#life is strange

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soaps-mohawk · 8 months

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Summary: Task Force 141 operates successfully without an omega, at least that’s what Price has been saying since its formation. Two alphas and two betas balance the pack just fine, and they have the numbers to prove it.

It works for a while, until the Omega Initiative is born and the 141 find themselves having to adjust to the sudden addition of an omega to their pack. Fresh out of an institute, you’re hardly fit for their secretive, dangerous world, or so Price thinks.

As each member of the team gets closer to you, things begin to come to light, not only about you but about the decision to force you into their lives.

Maybe, just maybe, Price was wrong and the 141 does need an omega after all.

Pairings: Poly 141 x reader, Price x Gaz, Ghost x Soap

Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, NSFW content, explicit smut, fingering, oral (m and f receiving), knotting, biting, claiming, mating cycles, Alternate Universe, a/b/o typical classism and sexism, age differences, military inaccuracies, canon typical violence, blood, weapons, language, no use of Y/N, brief torture, hurt/comfort, let's be real this is so unrealistic but it's a/b/o you're not here for accuracy.

Chapters containing smut are marked with a *

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NAVIGATION PAGE CRCB DIRECTORY

Part 1 - The Omega

Chapter 1 - The Introduction Chapter 2 - Adjustments Chapter 3 - Speak Their Language Chapter 4 - You Can Be Useful Chapter 5 - What I Want *

Part 2 - The Bond

Chapter 6 - One Step Closer * Chapter 7 - Sweet Strawberry Chapter 8 - The Thing About Ghost Chapter 9 - Save Me Chapter 10 - Treat Me Gently*

Part 3 - The First Heat

Chapter 11 - It's Coming Chapter 12 - Fire In My Veins* Chapter 13 - Piece Me Back Together* Chapter 14 - The Aftermath*

Part 4 - The New Normal

Chapter 15: Bonnie* Chapter 16: Big Brown Eyes * Chapter 17: Alone Chapter 18: Don't Let Me Go Chapter 19: Daddy Issues Chapter 20: The New Normal * Chapter 21: Crime and Punishment * Chapter 22: I Won't Be Gentle

Part 5 - A Pack of Five

Chapter 23: Regrets Chapter 24: The Last First Time * Chapter 25: Animals * Chapter 26: Fuck * Chapter 27: Drown In It * Chapter 28: Two Is Company, Three Is A Party * Chapter 29: There's Something Wrong With My Omega

Part 6 - The Tragedy

Chapter 30: Butterfly's Wings Chapter 31: Forced Proximity Chapter 32: The Tragedy Chapter 33: Ghosts of the Past Chapter 34: The Whole Truth

Part 7 - The Aftermath

Chapter 35: Threads Chapter 36: To The Sea Chapter 37: The Silence Chapter 38: Shattered

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#call of duty #call of duty fanfic #call of duty x reader #cod x reader #141 x reader #task force 141 x reader #captain john price x reader #john price x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #kyle garrick x reader #gaz x reader #soap mactavish x reader #john mactavish x reader #x reader #a/b/o

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moonstruckme · 4 months

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Are you going to continue the roomate James series? I’m actually in love with it😍

Yes! Thank you for reading <3

part 1 │ part 2 │ part 3 │ part 4 │part 5 │ part 6 │ part 7 │ part 8 │ part 9 │ part 10 │ part 11 │ part 12 │ part 13

roommate!James x shy!reader ♡ 804 words

“Honey, I’m home!”

A smile tugs at your lips, even as you roll your eyes to yourself. James has become more and more fond of these pet names, and of announcing his comings and goings like he’s worried you’ll miss him. (He’s never gone long enough for that, though you might actually miss him if he were.) If you don’t respond in some way or another, he’ll—

“Hey.” He pokes his head through your cracked door. “You alive in here?”

You pause in folding your laundry to give him a deadpan look. “I could have been in my underwear.”

He looks mildly horrified. “I’d hope if you were, you’d close the door all the way.”

“You know, I did manage to stay alive even before you moved in.”

James leans on your doorframe, giving you the sort of lazy grin you have to pretend doesn’t scare butterflies into flight in your stomach. You really hope that wears off soon. “See, but now I’m convinced if I don’t check on you, you really will die and it’ll be my fault.”

“How would it be your fault?”

“Classic case of roommate neglect. I smell the rotting coming from inside your room, the police come, they ask How did you not know your roommate was dead for a month? I reply, Well, officer, she said she could be galavanting in her underwear at any moment. They put me in handcuffs and I spend the next five to fifteen years having Sirius bring me cigarettes I don’t want so that I can trade them for ramen noodles in the yard.”

You scoff, fighting a smile. “As if you would ever eat ramen.”

“That’s what I’m saying, sweetheart. You’d be forcing me upon desperate times. But hey,” he raises his hands in a show of surrender, “I didn’t come in here to discuss prison currency. Would it be alright with you if I had friends over tonight?”

“Of course,” you say, looking back down to match a pair of socks. “You don’t need to ask every time, it’s always alright.”

“Thanks,” he says warmly, “but it makes me feel better to ask. What do you want on your pizza?”

You blink. “Me?”

“Yes, you.” He smiles. Butterflies all over again. “You don’t have to hang out with us to eat it—though we’d love to have you—but I’m not just going to order pizza to your own apartment without having any for you.”

“It’s your apartment, too,” you remind him. “That’d be a very normal thing to do.”

“Irregardless.” James waves you off. You wrinkle your nose at the word choice. “What do you want?”

You swallow a sigh. There are some things, you’ve found, James is nearly impossible to argue with about. If you really dig your heels in, sometimes you can make him move first, but you don’t feel like it right now.

You do the next best thing you can think of: choosing the least obtrusive option. “Cheese is good with me, thanks.”

His eyes narrow like he knows what you’re doing, but he says, “Got it. I’ll let you know when it’s here.”

“Thanks.” You turn your attention back to your laundry. James lingers in the doorway.

A month ago, you would have kept ignoring him, working on the (unfounded) hope that he’d go away. Now, you look up.

“Do you think you might come downstairs and hang out?” he asks. He has a strange look on his face, one you can’t quite decipher. “You know you’re always invited.”

You give James a terse sort of smile. He’s not stopped inviting you to do things since the day he moved in. Your open invitation has been made very clear, and you’ve been accepting it more often lately. James is someone who makes it easy to feel close to him. He tosses pet names at you like they’re nothing, comes to check on you when he gets home, pretends he needs to go grocery shopping just because you need a ride to the store. Last week, you’d sat down to watch a movie with him and woken up to a black screen, your cheek smushed into his shoulder and his head resting atop yours.

Somehow, you’ve let him spill into your life without meaning to, and now you have these childish, crush-like reactions whenever he smiles a certain way or calls you pet names with that familiar bent to his voice. You know you just need time to sort these feelings out. It’d probably be ideal to keep yourself from spilling into his life as much as possible in the meantime.

But it’s hard to deny James anything when he’s so sweet to you. And he’s nice. His friends seem nice.

“I might,” you say.

“I’ll take the win,” James replies, smiling. These butterflies are seriously inconvenient.

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ienjoywritingfilth · 2 months

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a sinner i am

If its so wrong, why does it feel so good?

trope: Boyfriend's Dad PP character: Joel Miller x f reader summary: Your boyfriend Shawn Miller and his dad Joel bring you along to Hawaii for Christmas vacation. Things don't go as planned.

warning: 10/10 on the sexual tension scale, slowishh burn, kissing, grinding, cheating on your bf (but it’s cool, cuz its with Joel and everything is fictional in this universe), alternative universe b/c daddy miller stays alive and hates golf and he has a son named Shawn, no Sarah. rating: E

words 6.8k

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part i :

The best things in life are the people we love, the places we’ve been, and all the memories we’ve made along the way. - author unknown

"Loving him is a sin; of that I'm fully aware. But a sinner I am." - Bella Jewel

Your boyfriend Shawn brings over two iced coffees as the two of you work on a crossword together at your local coffee shop. You have been filling in the squares quickly.

"Thanks babe," you say warmly as you take the coffee from him. He presses a kiss to your temple, taking a seat next to you.

"Damn, you're fast this mornin'," he says when he sees all you've filled in. It's a tradition for the two of you; weekend crosswords over coffee. It's nice. It's domestic.

It's a little boring.

You're college sweethearts who met your sophomore year and have been inseparable since. And while the love is still very much there the butterflies have unfortunately been hibernating for a while.

It's normal, you tell yourself when you sometimes zone out during sex. It's normal when you've been together with someone so long.

"It's so nice to be doing this instead of college essays," you say.

"Fuck yeah it is."

This is your first summer of freedom without the threat of schoolwork looming in the near distance. Shawn is starting his master's in the fall and you've just accepted a position at the local museum.

“Just think I’ll actually be able to enjoy Christmas this year,” you tease. “Unlike someone who’ll be working on essays.”

“Hey now,” Shawn says with mock offence. “I’ll be able to enjoy my Christmas just fine. Actually, my dad wants to celebrate Christmas somewhere warm this year. He's talkin' about some resort in Hawaii."

Shawn comes from money, the son of the infamous Joel Miller of The Miller Company, the premiere construction firm in Texas. This means expensive vacations, nice cars, all of that is normal for him. You meanwhile have had to work hard for everything you have.

Being left behind at Christmas seems strangely unkind for the normally thoughtful head of the Miller family. Shawn's dad has always treated you like one of the family so this news is unexpected.

"Have a great time," you say trying not to be jealous. "Bring me back some chocolate macadamia nuts."

You can admit that even though both Shawn and his father are humble, kind men, you're always a bit bitter that they live so nicely. Leaving you out of their holiday vacation seems especially unkind.

"He's taking both of us babe," Shawn says with a grin. "You think he's gonna leave you behind on Christmas? After you’ve spent the last six with us?"

Christmas in Hawaii? Is this a dream? Your pencil lays forgotten on the table as you gape open-jawed at your boyfriend.

"Are you serious?"

"Babe," Shawn says meaningfully. "My dad likes you better than he likes me. Of course you're invited."

You've always gotten along with Joel. It's impossible not to. He's friendly, funny and charming. There's a reason he's good at his job. And you're a good girl, a kind girlfriend to his son with clear career ambitions.

A smile breaks out over your features and you pull Shawn into a tight hug. He chuckles, embracing you back, kissing your cheek.

"Make sure you don’t overpack, okay?" He murmurs in your ear as you giggle. “I don’t feel like helping you haul six bags of shoes for a week-long trip.”

Thoughts of lounging by the pool with a drink in one hand and a magazine in the other while the Hawaiian sun beats down on you is all too enticing. You kiss him fiercely, imagining the time together.

"I can't wait."

The two of you finish the crossword puzzle all the while talking about the drinks and food and the excursions you'll both take.

"Maybe once I've got a handle on school we can think about findin' an apartment in the new year," Shawn broaches, his hand over yours.

Sex fades, but this? This domestic stuff you have with Shawn? That's special. That's love.

“Yeah, I’d love that.”

He gives you a smile, that dimple poking out of his cheek that makes you swoon.

"Ready to go?" Shawn asks, extending his hand to you when your coffees are drained.

"Yeah," you say with your hand taking his. "Let's go."

When December twentieth announces itself with a thunderstorm you couldn’t care less because you’re at the airport. Your large rolling bag bag is stuffed with cute outfits, swimsuits and even some snorkelling gear.

"Feels like you got a dead body in here," Shawn laughs as he struggles with the two bags, handing you yours before swinging an arm around your shoulders.

"I wanted to be prepared."

"Let's go my little Girl Scout," he laughs with a gentle kiss to your temple. You both check in and then find your boarding gate.

"I'm gonna grab breakfast, you want anything?" Shawn asks as he parks you and the suitcases by the gate full of noisy travellers.

"Nah, I'm good."

Shawn jogs off in the direction of a Starbucks you passed on your way in.

Out the larger windows you can see planes taking off. You've never flown before; you thought that you'd be excited. But at the first view of those planes out the window you feel your stomach drop.

They’re so big and bulky. How does it fly properly? It couldn’t. What if people shift around too much in their seats? Surely this can’t be a safe form of travel!

You pull out your phone, distracting yourself with a game. You try for several moments but your eyes keep being drawn to the huge planes outside. You grimace, wondering if you should have gotten your doctor to prescribe you something for anxiety.

"Cheer up," a voice says. "You look like you're goin' to prison, not a five star resort."

You glance over to see Shawn's dad, Joel, at the other side of you, an amused look on his handsome face. He's wearing jeans and a faded grey Longhorns t-shirt. You're momentarily thrown as normally you see him in dress pants and button downs for work.

"I'm excited for the resort, just not the giant metal death box hurling through the air that is my only means of getting there."

"Touche."

Shawn jokes about Joel liking you better then he likes him, but the truth is you and Joel are very similar. Your senses of humour, your ability to read people, your tendency to see the worst in people before they prove themselves worthy.

Shawn is more like his mom, sweet and naive at times, always seeing the good in people. It's ironic considering which parent stuck around to raise him and which one escaped the country six years after Shawn was born.

Joel takes the empty seat next to you, his kneecap kissing yours as he pulls out his phone.

"Never flown before," you explain.

"Ah, I see," Joel puts his phone in his pocket, his attention fully fixed on your face. "Well what if I told you it's actually the safest way to travel?"

"I'd call you a liar."

Joel chuckles richly, his hand falling to your knee and squeezing as he laughs.

"I promise you, I wouldn't take you on anything unsafe. And if all that's not good enough, you'll have Shawn beside you holding your hand the whole time."

You grin at that, nodding. The thought of Shawn being there does help your anxiety. Joel smiles back, eyes crinkling in the corners.

"Thank you so much for inviting me along in this trip, Joel. I've always wanted to go to Hawaii."

"S'a beautiful place," Joel nods. "And you don't need to thank me. You're practically family at this point."

Shawn returns with a muffin and two coffees in hand.

"Hey dad, got you a coffee," Shawn says handing it to his father.

"Thanks," Joel says gratefully. Just then the intercom alert sounds

"Good afternoon passengers.This is the announcement for flight 82B for Oahu, Hawaii. We are now inviting passengers to begin boarding. Please have your boarding pass and identification ready. Thank you.”

“That’s us.”

The lineup goes uncomfortably fast. You stand beside Sean who is talking to Joel behind you, the two of them deep in conversation about football, a subject you couldn't care less about. You are still too preoccupied with the flight, being surrounded by almost all strangers sailing through the sky.

You're not a fan of heights. So when you get to the door of the plane you hesitate, willing your foot to move. When it doesn't and the flight attendants shoot you a confused look, you feel yourself start to panic.

Shawn has gone on ahead to grab your seats and place your carry-on bag in the overhead bin, not noticing that you're not behind him. A large hand flies to the small of your back, a comforting gesture. Joel. He rubs there, soothing you.

"You'll be okay darlin'," he rumbles in your ear. "Remember, it’s safer than drivin' a car."

“Liar.”

Joel’s deep chuckle makes you grin and you allow Joel to gently prod you onto the plane, shooting the waiting attendants grateful looks for their patience. He takes his seat near the front, watching as you make your way to your seat next to Shawn. As you buckle in a thought occurs to you and you move your voice to a whisper.

"Isn't it gonna be kinda weird with us being there all week with just your dad? I mean, sharing the place and all?"

"Nah, he made sure the rooms were far apart. Plus, he invited his girlfriend to come along so I doubt we'll see much of him."

Joel is a chronic workaholic, often pulling late nights and working on his phone. You’ve seen him out and about with beautiful women at the events Shawn takes you to but never formally dating them. You always assumed to be a lifelong bachelor. You wouldn't blame him, especially after what he's been through with Shawn's mother.

"I didn't know he had a girlfriend," you say honestly. "Good for him."

"A couple months now," your boyfriend tells you. "You know my dad, mister private. But he took me to dinner and told me about her so I think he's getting serious."

"That's really sweet," you say honestly. You want nothing but the best for him.

All of a sudden the plane starts to jiggle, sending people stumbling down the aisles and others gasping in surprise. You reach over and grab Shawn's hand, trying to regulate your breathing.

"Not so tight, babe," Shawn complains before gently sliding his hand from under yours. "You scratched me with your nails."

"Sorry," you mumble, eyes closed as the jostling of the plane continues.

You tighten your seat belt before gripping the seat arms so tightly that your knuckles are white. Sean squeezes your kneecap, murmuring that everything will be okay and that you’re safe. You keep your eyes closed, trying to focus on the soothing sounds of his words.

Eventually the plane enters smooth skies and the seat belt sign is turned off. Despite this you remain keyed up, sitting stiffly as Shawn fades into a nap.

"Excuse me, Miss?"

You crack open an eye to see a beautiful redheaded flight attendant bending down towards you with a glass of what appears to be whisky in her hand. She extends it towards you and you take it confused.

"This is from the gentleman in A-1. He says to take this and you'll be relaxed for the rest of the flight."

You look up a few rows to see Joel giving you a brief wave. You thank the women before raising it towards Joel in a Cheers motion.

Drink it. Joel mouths.

Yes, sir. You mouth back complete with a stiff fake salute before tossing back the drink.

He grins at you before settling back in his seat.

The drink does the job.

"Here we are."

The cab drops the three of you in front of the beach resort. When you step out the air is fragrant with the scent of flowers. You wait while Joel checks you all in before he's back, motioning for you both to follow.

There's the main section of the resort with luxurious hotel rooms. The more secluded section contains a variety of self contained houses that dot the waterfront. Its reserved for people who have unlimited credit card limits and drive cars that cost more than your parents first home.

When you arrive to your unit, your eyes are ready to bug out of your head. It's massive, as far as vacation rentals go. When you all step into the air conditioned unit you have to take a moment to take it all in.

The beach house is beautiful with floor to ceiling windows, stunning tile floors and tasteful furniture. All of this is topped off with spectacular views of the beach outside your door.

A plate of sliced pineapple and chilled wine sits on the kitchen table, along with a note that Joel reads when he wanders over.

"Welcome note," he explains when he sees you looking at it. "I knew the owner back in trade school."

You and Shawn nod, your boyfriends hand trailing down your back gently. It's much the same as what Joel did back at the airplane, but it feels different. You trail your suitcase behind you hearing the clack of it against the stone floor as you move around the room.

"Wow."

It's all you can utter as the three of you tour the rest of the unit. There’s a simple kitchen with an expensive looking coffee machine and a brand new bag of kona coffee waiting to be used. The living room holds a table and four chairs, a few board games and a list of nearby places to visit along with the wifi code. The couch is simple, placed in front of a large television that you’re sure you won’t use.

"My bedrooms on the right," Joel tells you both. "Yours it's on the left. We're sharin’ a bathroom, sorry about that. Pretty common in these places."

Who cares about sharing a bathroom when you're in one of the most beautiful places you've ever been? Even the bathroom is beautiful with its high waterfall shower head and sleek marble. This place must have cost a fortune for the week.

Joel encourages you both to take a look at your room down the hall and you don't hesitate to take Shawn's hand, dragging him there. Shawn pushes open the door to the bedroom and you can't hold in your shriek.

"Holy shit! It's gorgeous!"

The big windows overlook the ocean, the late afternoon beach beckoning to you. The bed is large and plush with white sheets, and framed prints of Oahu sunsets. Its spacious, the bed so large it looks like two giant beds pushed together. The closet is spacious and boats dozens of wood coat hangers.

“Wood, because it’s classy,” you tell Shawn in amusement who is already unpacking his suitcase while you continue to stare in a daze.

"You like it?"

Joel is standing at the door frame, a shoulder balanced against it, watching you take it all in. He's smiling at you in that gentle, sweet way of his that makes you feel cared for.

You're suddenly overcome with gratitude and you streak over to him.

"Thank you, Joel!" You say, throwing your arms around his neck and hugging him. "This is the most beautiful place I've ever been."

Joel laughs along with Shawn at your embrace and enthusiasm, holding you around the middle and hoisting you in his arms. Your face presses into his neck as he squeezes you, and the scent of leather and sandalwood envelops you.

You've never really hugged Joel before. Maybe a polite side hug during family events, a high-five during baseball games and even once a hard push to his shoulder when he made fun of you for being afraid of a spider that had gotten into the house.

But you've never had your front pressed to his, never really felt the muscles of his back and arms, seen the tendons in his neck or realized just how big his hands are when they squeeze your waist before lowering you.

"I guess that means you like it," he says, red-faced. You pull back, embarrassed at your overzealous response.

Shawn and his dad are very similar in their looks. Except Shawn is clean-shaven while Joel has a beard and Shawn's eyes are hazel like his mom's while Joel's are the darkest brown you've ever seen. You've never really noticed how dark until this very moment.

You shoot him a cheery thank you again before smiling and skipping over to Shawn announcing that you'll unpack as well.

"You two enjoy, I gotta make a few calls but then we can head out to dinner."

"Sounds great," Shawn says as he searches for his phone charger.

Joel closes the door behind him and you turn to your boyfriend. You can't explain it but you feel turned on. The Hawaiian air must be doing something to you because

You crawl towards where he kneels unpacking. You grin, feeling the pulse of desire hitting you below the navel. You kneel beside him, dropping your voice to a husky murmur.

"Should we break the bed in?"

An hour later the three of you are sitting at a local eatery. Joel and Shawn are talking with one another while you scan the busy restaurant.

Couples, families, all laughing and cheerful. And why wouldn't they? This is Paradise after all. But you don't feel anything like it, if anything, you feel like a little black rain cloud.

Shawn turned down your earlier advances, citing that he was too tired. The problem is for the past three months Shawn has been too tired most of the time. At first he blamed grad school but when you pointed out he still made lots of time for gaming with best friends Brian and Kevin he'd been quick to explain that gaming relaxed him.

That conversation had gone over about as well as a turd in the punch bowl. You remember being so hurt at what you felt was a slight against you. Weren't you relaxing? Weren't you something that made him happy?

So yeah, you had hoped that this little vacation might stir some of that old spark back. But maybe you were too eager. You had just arrived at the place after all. Maybe you were being unfair. Still, the rejection stung.

"Thought we could do all the tourist-y shit while we're here," Joel says after you've all placed your orders. "Luau, sunset cruise."

"Snorkelling?" Shawn offers.

"Hell yes," Joel nods grinning. "ATV tour too."

The Millers like to have fun. They also like to keep busy. It's like second nature to them to be off on adventures or activities. You meanwhile plan on spending lots of time by the pool or the beach, reading and drinking.

"What about you, darlin'?" Joel asks between sips of whisky. "What're you hopin' to do?"

You know exactly what. The thing you've been dying to do since you were a kid at the aquarium.

"I wanna swim with the turtles."

Shawn bursts into amused laughter beside you, and if you weren't already irritated with him before, you certainly are now. He grins at you not understanding that you're secretly furious with him.

"Turtles? Really?"

"What's wrong with turtles?"

"Seems kinda babyish doesn't it?"

"What's babyish about liking animals?" Joel cuts in. "You forgetting about the time we wouldn't let you in the petting zoo and you threw your shoe at me?"

"I was five, dad."

"Yeah well, some things don't change," Joel says with a smirk. "Still throwin' tantrums when you don't get your way."

"Fuck off old man," Shawn says through chuckles. “Don’t forget I’m your only child. I pick which retirement home I’m gonna stick you in when your mind goes.”

“Little bastard,” Joel mutters, trying to hold back a loud laugh.

He settles for tossing a drink umbrella in Shawn’s direction, chuckling when Shawn dodges it easily. You can't help but laugh along with him, your bad mood fading.

By the time dessert arrives you're all several glasses of wine in reminiscing about Shawn's last attempt at surfing.

"I've gotten better," he exclaims. “I swear.”

"Yeah well we'll see about that," Joel says paying the check. "Alright team, let's head back and get some shut eye. This old man needs it."

You roll your eyes at that. Joel isn't even fifty and even if he was he's about the best looking man his age bracket and younger. You've seen the way women stare at him, whispering, blushing when he looks their way. He is not what you’d qualify as old.

The three of you arrive back at the unit to the sound of nighttime creatures croaking and buzzing.

"Alright I'll meet you two out here tomorrow morning around nine. We can go to the excursion desk and plan the week. Sound good?"

"Sounds good, night Dad."

"Night Joel."

The three of you part ways into the opposite bedrooms. Shawn nuzzles your neck gently kissing there. He always does that when he's been drinking. You smile delightedly at this, eager to get into bed.

When the lights are off and the two of you have slipped off your clothes and under the covers you roll towards him, peppering his face with soft kisses.

"It's late, babe," he murmurs, kissing you sweetly but with finality.

"We're on vacation," you remind him, slipping your hand under his boxers.

You feel him slowly start to harden in your grip. You hear his breath hitch and you smile, knowing those sounds so intimately. You tug off your panties and slide onto his lap, preparing to ride him.

"Fuck me," you whisper, hips grinding against his. "Wanna feel your cock in me."

“Baby, no.”

Shawn pulls you off of him and you tumble into the bed next to him, feeling your cheeks grow hot with humiliation.

"My dad is right across the hall," Shawn hisses. “I don’t want him hearing us.”

Rejection never sits well with you and immediately you feel yourself growing defensive.

"You're dad is gonna be across the hall the whole week, Shawn,” you whisper angrily. “So what, we're not going to have fuck this entire trip?"

"We'll have sex," Shawn said rolling his eyes. "Just not when my dad is ten feet away sharing a fuckin' bathroom with us."

Bullshit. Another excuse to put off the intimacy that’s been dwindling for months. You push yourself from the bed, tugging on your dress from earlier. Shawn leans up on his elbows, giving you a look of concern.

"Where are you going?"

"A walk."

"I'll c---"

"No," you say sharp as a knife. "I want to go alone."

You stalk out of the house, eyes glossy with hurt and anger. That's the thing they don't tell you about relationships that have gone on so long -- both partners need to work to keep the fires going.

You make your way to the beach along the softly lit pathway. Its well after midnight and the resort is quiet; the lights dimmed or off entirely. You take a seat on a nearby rock, listening to the gentle sound of the evening waters lapping by the shore. You're very excited to go swimming tomorrow. To feel the warm sand underneath your feet.

You can hear noise coming from the far end of the resort. You remember over dinner Joel going through the resort map on his phone, letting you know what amenities they had. He had told you both about the dance club the resort had.

Shawn had immediately laughed, stating that he’d take a pass on it. Shawn hates dancing. You tried to get him to do dance lessons with you once but he wouldn't even give it a shot.

Right now it seems all you can do is focus on Sean's flaws. You know that he's a decent man, you know the treats you well, but there are these bugaboos these irritants that can't help frustrate you right now.

"Fuck it," you murmur to yourself, raising yourself from the sand and brushing it from your sundress. You follow the sound of the music, stopping in front of a door with blinking lights. A man in a blue Hawaiian shirt smiles at you when you approach.

"Aloha, may I ask your Unit number?"

"Number 4, under Miller."

The man types into his computer before nodding, opening the door for you. You step into the darkness, letting your eyes adjust to the blue lights and colourful dance floor. The speakers are playing typical vacation music with a heavy bass.

Bodies writhe on the dance floor, half naked in revealing dresses or in the men's case, unbuttoned shirts. You order a drink at the bar, taking it with you as you scout the area for a free chair. A hand on your wrist surprises you.

"Joel?"

Joel is seated at one of the small circle tables nursing what appears to be a tumbler of Scotch. He motions for you to take the free chair next to him and you do gratefully falling into it, your arm bumping his.

"What are you doin' here? Since when does Shawn dance?" He asks over the bass, grinning. He looks a bit tipsy, his neck red.

"He doesn't, I'm here alone. I needed to blow off some steam," you tell him over the music.

"Me too," he says loudly back. "Couldn't sleep. Too excited, I guess."

You nod, looking back at the dance floor wistfully. Everyone looks like they're having such a fun time, their worries and concerns far away from them as they undulate to the rhythm of the music. Joel takes another sip of his drink, watching you from the corner of his eyes.

You wish Shawn was here with you, you wish he was spinning you around on the dance floor. You wish it was like those early years where you couldn’t keep your hands off of each other.

"You and Shawn doin' okay?"

Joel's voice cuts into your confusing thoughts. You glance his way.

"Why do you ask?"

"Cuz I'm a dad," Joel. "And I've been married. And I know what tension between two people looks like."

You sigh heavily, your mind drifting to earlier. You don’t answer Joel because what would you tell him? You can’t tell your boyfriend’s dad that you’re worried his son is growing distant. You can’t tell him that your sex life has been disintegrating for the past several months. Instead you just shrug.

"You two talked about marriage?"

"What? No.”

You and Shawn have been together a long time, but you have no intention of settling down anytime soon. Sean is still doing his masters and you're loving your job at the museum.

"Good. No, not like that," Joel amends when he sees your stricken expression. "I just mean you're both so young."

"You were younger than us when you got married.”

"Yeah and look where that got me," he says with a scoff.

"Yeah, well, I think it's just been a long time and we're hitting a rough patch. Nothing we can't overcome," you add quickly. "It's just hard sometimes, you know?"

"Yeah," Joel nods. "I know."

The two of you lapse into silence, watching the twirling, shouting, laughing people swan around you. You shouldn’t be glum, you should be experiencing life!

"You wanna dance?"

His voice is low and husky in your ear. You start, surprised to see Joel inches from your face. You know he's speaking so close to you because it's so loud in here, but it doesn't stop your pulse from ticking at the shock.

"Don't really know how.”

"Shit reason. C'mon."

Joel throws back the rest of his drink and drags you onto the dance floor. You laugh as he spins you, both of you almost knocking into an older couple who are taking the dance very seriously. They shoot you both a nasty look and you and Joel have to work hard to muffle your laughter.

"You're gonna get us kicked out!"

"Nah," Joel shakes his head, spinning you again but closer to him. "I'm too charmin’."

"You think pretty highly of yourself don't you?"

Joel shrugs, laughing as the song ends. Another quick one begins and Joel looks serious.

"I'm gonna teach you some moves Shawn's mom taught me."

"Okay."

You're surprised, he doesn't really mention Shawn's mother very often.

You watch as Joel attempts to teach you some simple dance moves. You don't know if it's the stuffy club, the drinks running through your veins or the fact that you're dancing with your boyfriend's dad, but you can't really focus on the steps.

"I give up," you moan after the fifth failed attempt at a two-step.

"You ain't a quitter," Joel assures you, trying to spin you slowly so you can get your footing.

You never realized that Joel was such a good dancer. Watching him move his tall body is strangely hypnotizing, mainly because you never expected a man that broad and muscular to move so fluidly.

"Atta girl," he says proudly when you get some of the footing correct.

You smirk when you see the women nearby watching him, shooting him smiles. But his focus is on you, teaching you the moves and assuring you: it's alright darlin', we'll get you there just take your time.

You're having so much fun with him you barely realize that an hour has gone by and you can only tell when you realize the back of your neck is damp with sweat.

You're about to announce your heading back to the unit when the beat slows and many trickle off the dance floor. It's a slow song, and only the couples remain in the glowing dance floor.

You go to step off when you feel Joel spin you again, back into his arms. You smile breathlessly up at him, the two of you shiny from perspiration from the dancing and the warm crowded space.

Joel is looking at you strangely, his eyes luminous in the reflection of the twinkling club lights. When he slides a hand at your lower back and urges your hands around his neck you don't hesitate. You lace your fingers there, shifting from foot to foot.

You feel strange to be dancing with Joel. And not because he makes you feel uncomfortable, it's the opposite, actually. You feel almost too comfortable. Joel’s eyes are trailing over your face, sometimes highlighted by the flash of the DJ’s lights.

“You talked to Shawn about all that’s botherin’ you and this rough patch?” Joel asks out of nowhere.

He looks vulnerable; unlike the Joel you know who is all smiles and jokes.

“Kinda,” you say shyly, looking over his shoulder. “It’s just hard. . . We can both get pretty defensive. Plus, I wonder if I’m maybe being unfair. He’s in school and everything.”

“Uh huh, and you started that museum job didn’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“Pretty demanding job, ain’t it?”

“Yeah.”

Joel gives you a look as he rocks you both from side to side

“Can I say somethin’ you might not wanna hear?”

You nod.

“In my experience, it takes two people to make a relationship. Not one puttin’ in all the effort while the other one has his or her head in the sand.”

You nod slowly, absorbing his words. The song ends and Joel releases his hands you’re your waist before he announces he has to hit the washroom. You head to the bar for a glass of water and to wait for him.

"Hi beautiful."

An Australian man around Joel's age with a moustache is leaning against the bar next to you. His eyes are bleary and red-rimmed, his cheeks ruddy. He’s obviously very drunk. You give a forced smile before going back to wait for your water.

"Can I get you a drink?"

"No thanks," you answer quickly. "Just getting water."

"How about a dance then?"

"I'm good," you say forcing a polite smile. You’re facing away from him, eyes on the bartender hoping he notices you.

"C'mon beautiful," the man insists, eyes sliding over your chest in a very obvious way. "I'm a good dancer too. Could give you lots of lessons."

"She said no."

Joel's voice is there, having clearly come back from the bathroom. You step backwards and before you know it Joel is sliding his arm protectively around you. You glance up to see Joel's face contorted into a mask of fury. His teeth are bared like some wild animal and he grips you tightly to him.

"Sorry man," The guy says holding his hands up in surrender towards Joel. "Didn't know she was taken."

Joel sneers before leading you out of the club. The cool air is a welcome reprieve when you step outside, breathing deeply.

"That place is nothin' but perverts," Joel growls as the two of you make your way back along the beach in the direction of your unit.

"Joel, you were there," you say giggling. "That make you a pervert?"

"Ha ha."

You walk quietly along the shoreline, confused as to how you can feel this good when just an hour ago it felt like everything was falling apart. Maybe it’s the drink in your veins, maybe its Hawaii, or maybe it’s just Joel.

"Watch it--"

Joel takes your hand when you stumble over a rock in the semi darkness. You let him, not dropping it even when your walking evens out. It feels nice to walk hand in hand with him, it feels safe. He doesn't let go of your hand either as you continue along, your shoes making dual footprints in the sand.

"Thanks for in there," you say. “I hate creepy guys like that.”

"Was nothin'," he says, then he drops your hand after a moment. "Shawn would have done the same."

"No, he wouldn't have."

It slips out before you can stop yourself. Joel stops in the sand, his concern there in his face. It’s clear that what you’ve said has upset him.

"What?"

"He doesn't like confrontation, you know that," you say with a shrug. "And I like that about him."

"You do?" Joel challenges. "Really?"

"Sometimes."

Honestly you’ve never enjoyed the men who start fights for no reason, who act like cavemen when someone looks at their girlfriend. Shawn is too smart for that, too above it to engage with assholes like that. But you have to admit that there was a part of you that found Joel’s actions inside the club to be a bit attractive. Is that the word? Would you really call your boyfriend’s father attractive?

You look at him standing there, his grey t-shirt clinging to his muscles and wide shoulders, the muscular thighs in denim and you think, fuck, yeah he is attractive. You knew he wasn’t ugly, you’d just never looked at him like that. Like he was a man outside of being Shawn’s dad.

"I come from a time when you take care of what's yours." Joel runs a hand through his messy curls. "If you were mine I wouldn't let anyone talk to you the way that man did, let alone touch you."

If you were mine.

You can't understand why but you're nipples tighten under your dress at those words. The possessiveness in Joel's voice is so dark and husky. He’s looking off into the dark like he’s really upset.

"If I was yours," you murmur.

His glazed eyes move from the beach over to your face. You’re standing so close to one another and you can see his chest rising and falling quickly as he breathes. His scotch-coated breath huffs over your cheeks and you swear you’re getting drunker just inhaling it.

You must be, because why else would you be putting your hands on his shoulders. Why else would you be pressing your mouth to his? Why else would you be tracing his plush lips with your tongue and whimpering when he groans into your parted mouth?

And he must be drunk because he doesn’t pull away or hesitate. He dips his head and his hands wrap around your waist, bringing your body against him tightly. His palms slide over your skin, desperate to touch you everywhere as he tilts his head, deepening the kiss. You welcome it, going gooey in his arms, allowing him to take what he wants from you.

He’s so fucking broad, so strong, so masculine. You gasp into his mouth when he grips your ass with his big hands, pulling your hips against his, circling them as he kisses you. You feel his hardened cock through the layers of fabric, straining against the zipper of his jeans, desperate to bury itself in your slick heat.

To be desired like this feels powerful. It feels like years since Shawn wanted you like this much. It makes you lean more into Joel, desperate to keep the sensation going. His hands are sliding under your dress, up your silken thigh and you tremble.

A splash sounds nearby in the water, a fish or something startling you both and you simultaneously break apart. You both take a step back from one another in the sand, eyes wide. Joel looks completely crazed.

“The fuck—what are we doin’?” Joel whispers, the regret clear in both your faces.

You bring your trembling hands to your warm cheeks and tears immediately spring to your waterline.

What have you just done?

“Oh my fuck, no no, I don’t – I don’t know why-“

You bend at the waist, hands braced on your knees as you start to hyperventilate. Joel is pacing up and down the sand, his silhouette barely seen in the darkness of night. You can see his feet pacing back and forth. . . back and forth . . . He stops when you let out a hiccup, on the verge of throwing up.

“Honey stop,” Joel says, a hand on your back, rubbing gently along your spine. “Calm down. Calm down, its okay.”

“I don’t know why I did that,” you say, tears streaming down your face and dropping into the sand below. “What the fuck is wrong with me?”

“S’not your fault,” Joel says, his voice even and calm. It makes you feel calm. And yet, guilt still bubbles up in your lungs, making a small sob escape.

“I have to—you need to—I need to tell Shawn. Right now.”

“Hold on,” Joel says roughly, gripping you by the shoulder and urging you to stand. He peers into your face with a grim expression.

“You cannot tell Shawn anythin’.”

“I have to,” you whine.

“It’ll just hurt him,” Joel insists, nodding and hoping you’ll do the same. “It was a mistake. It was nothing, it was just the booze. We just drank too much and we were all hopped up on that asshole inside the club and we weren’t thinkin’.”

“Right,” you agree, relief sliding through every vein you possess as he lays it out for you. “That’s totally what it was. The drinking. We’re drunk.”

“Completely.”

“Okay. Good.”

You’re still shaken up by what just happened, still tipsy from the drinks. Joel runs an anxious hand through his curls, looking utterly wrecked.

“Let’s go back.”

The two of you walk the rest of the way back in silence. You still cannot believe what you did. You kissed your boyfriend’s father. You kissed him and he kissed you back. Fuck, you both must be utterly wasted. Maybe if you’re lucky you’ll both forget it even happened. You would welcome the hangover from hell if it could erase the last fifteen minutes from both your minds for good.

Joel tugs open the sliding glass door, not able to look at you as you both pad towards the opposing doors. You glance over your shoulder to see Joel staring at you as you enter the bedroom where his son sleeps. You give him a sorrowful smile before closing the door.

You crawl under the covers, thankful that Shawn is asleep. You slip off the dress, your hair wild from dancing, your skin sticky with sweat, and your mouth still tasting of scotch. Your cunt flutters at the memory of the noises he made.

You roll onto your side, trying to drift to sleep. Shawn, still half-slumbering snuggles up against your back. His arm slips over your waist and he holds you, as he often holds you back home, gentle and tender and full of love.

“I’m sorry about before, babe,” he murmurs into your hair.

You feel tears burning the back of your eyes. You blink rapidly, closing your eyes and trying to swallow the guilt.

You know that Joel is in his bed right now similarly afflicted, thinking about how he did something so unforgivable and to his own son. Joel is the kindest dad you know; he loves his son more than anything. You know that what you both just did was awful and disgusting.

You also know that there is something deeply wrong with you because as you lay there in Shawn’s arms your pussy floods with memories of his father’s mouth on yours still vivid in your mind.

do you guys want more of this? or should it be a one-shot? also trying a new aesthetic what do we tthink?

#pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal #joel x reader #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel x oc #joel the last of us #tlou joel #joel miller x original character #au joel miller #bdf!joel #but the dbf stands for boyfriend's dad #joel miller x you

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demon slayer hcs: motherly hashira!reader x the hashira pt 2

characters: fem!reader x muichiro, sanemi, mitsuri, obanai

AN: this is a pt 2 for the request from @danielle-marie

READ THE FIRST PART HERE

MUICHIRO

I LOVE THIS BABY SM U DONT UNDERSTAND

he's the hashira that ur most comfortable around

he was a hashira before u

but u get promoted and its an instinct

child.

must protect.

at first he probably gets annoyed by you

he's not used to someone caring for him the way that u do

but then one day ur sent on a long mission

maybe a few weeks long

and he finds himself missing something

of course he has no idea what it is that he's missing something

he completely forgot about u

but when you get back to the butterfly estate and he sees u

it clicks

he remembers

he missed you

he missed your overprotective nature

he missed your soft caring voice

he missed the way that you brush and style his hair

he REALLY missed that ^

walks up to u, grabs ur hand and tugs u away

doesn't care if you were talking to someone

and doesn't say a word

brings you to his favorite cloud watching spot with a tight grip on your hand

makes you sit down

and lays his head in ur lap

stop im squealing and kicking my feet from the cuteness

SANEMI

my guyyyyyy

have i ever told yall that i love him?

only in every single thing i post

anyways

he HATES you at first

lmfao rip u

your shy and quiet nature reminds him of giyuu

and if theres one person sanemi can't stand

its giyuu

therefore he don't fw u

and doesn't pay u much attention

UNTILLLLL

he witnesses u pulling genya by the ear to the infirmary after a mission

and telling genya tf off for pulling som stupid shit during the mission

+100 respect right there

not only are u actually talking

but ur screaming??

at his brother??

and taking care of him at the same time?????

my guy is lucky if he doesn't pop a boner right there lmfaooo

starts paying more attention to u after that

and is noticeably a lot nicer and calmer around you

will blush beet red and deny tf out of it if the other hashira comment abt his change of heart

but def develops a soft spot for u

MITSURI

SWEETEST HUMAN BEING TO EVER EXIST EVER

she loves u

ofc she does she's the love hashira

but in mitsuri's mind how could she not absolutely ADORE u

not only are you breathtakingly beautiful in her eyes

but she sees the way u interact with the younger slayers

how u genuinely care for everyone's wellbeing

if she wasn't looking for a husband she would wife u tf UP

she still might lol

mitsuri is gonna go out of her way to become friends with you

she's inviting u to her estate for girl's night with shinobu

she's dragging u along to her favorite restaurant for lunch

she's inviting u to join her at the hot springs to relax

she really enjoys ur presence

even if ur shy she thinks ur very soothing to be around

she loves when you do her hair!!

and when u cook for her??

mitsuri alrdy eats a lot

but if u made the food for her??

girl is not letting a CRUMB go to waste

loves the way u take care of everyone

especially when u take care of her

10/10 would recommend a mitsuri

OBANAI

someone pls love this man

he needs it so bad

so dude had SHIT parents

like bad bad

so when he sees ur interactions with the younger slayers he's prob a lil put off at first

like ma'am?

this is the demon slayer corps??

we don't have time for all ur mothering and coddling

but then he's injured on a mission

and waiting in the infirmary for shinobu to show up and patch him up

and then u bust through the doors???

confused asf

shinobu is on a mission and you've been helping out in the infirmary

so looks like ur the one taking care of him today

and turns out his injury is bad enough to land him an extended stay in his lil hospital bed

and after a few days of u taking care of him

with ur red face and soft stuttered words

he learns that you're not so bad

and he actually enjoys being around you

and being taken care of

won't voice this tho

but when Aoi comes in to give him his meds one day he gives himself away by accident

with a

"where's y/n?"

he's a blushing grumbling mess after that lol

after he discharged best believe the next time he gets injured he's not even going to the infirmary

he's hunting u tf down

nobody else gets to take care of him except YOU

and thats period.

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jinwoosungs · 12 days

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09/10/24; 06:15pm

{ 18+ headcanons / drabbles }

[ your first time with them ]

featuring: sylus, zayne, xavier, rafayel

[ minors don’t interact; by choosing to interact with this content, you have consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings. ]

your first time with sylus happened on a whim; it was completely unplanned and simply occurred because you had both gotten so needy for each other.

sylus was away on a business trip, and you were left to your own devices, waiting for the day he could finally return to you. days turned into weeks, and the weeks piled up until close to 2 months had passed.

so when sylus announces his return one late evening as you were making your dinner for the night, you caught sight of his stupidly handsome smirk and dropped all of your utensils. with a should of his name, you jumped into his arms within seconds of him stepping into the kitchen, lips already latched on to his in a searing kiss that you didn’t wish to remove yourself from.

such deep kisses was void of any grace and poise, simply serving as evidence of your mutual yearnings as teeth were felt lightly nipping against your lips. the moment sylus slides his tongue within the hot confines of your mouth, you knew that you were an absolute goner.

he swallows your moans with his searing kisses, arms already wrapped around your frame as he carries you back into the safety and privacy of your shared bedroom. becoming so caught up in his kisses, you didn’t even realize when he had laid you in bed until you felt the soft padding of the mattress beneath your back.

clothes were carelessly tossed to the ground, making a pile that mixed his pristine suit with your regular sleepwear, leaving you both bare. each of your gazes were filled with hunger, eyes becoming dilated as you let the desire and love you felt for sylus fill you to the brim. despite how you had never been intimate before, you knew that sylus held all the patience in the world when it came to you.

butterflies were felt erupting across your abdomen when sylus places his hands on your hips, keeping it still before gently spreading your legs. heat was felt dotting against your cheeks when his devilish grin meets with your gaze. with how devastating your lover was, it was hard to keep your heart in check as you felt its rapid palpitations nearly choking you, filling you with an almost sweet anticipation.

featherlight kisses trail across your inner thighs, earning a gasp from you when sylus pulls your hips even closer to him. the tip of his nose coupled along with the sensation of his lips against your slick heat makes your hands go into his hair immediately, instinctively keeping him in place.

you felt him breathe in the scent of your arousal and notice the way he trembles in response. “you smell divine, sweetheart.” his voice takes on a guttural tone, making the slickness seem to increase as you could feel your cunt practically aching with need for him.

“sy, please… i-i… i need you…”

you beg for him, earning a pleased grunt from the onychinus leader. he says your name one last time before surging forward with the intention to completely devour you. a wet tongue prods and reaches deep inside of your heat, allowing sylus to fully taste the sweet nectar of your arousal all while letting out a groan.

from the way he was so eagerly eating out of your cunt, it was clear that he was becoming addicted to the sheer taste of you. with your moans echoing throughout the room, sylus laps up all that you had to offer, seeming to pull at something felt deep within your abdomen, ready to snap within mere seconds-

yet as quickly as that sensation of release came, it was ripped away from you within mere seconds when sylus removed his hot mouth from your now aching pussy. several whines of protests fall from your parted lips when you suddenly felt an uncomfortable intrusion becoming sheathed inside of you.

through your pleasure-filled haze, you became dimly aware of a sharp pain that was felt when sylus’s hips suddenly rammed into yours. your breathing becomes labored, yet it seemed like sylus was having an even harder time keeping his composure.

“f-fuck… you’re so tight.”

feeling your heart racing, you look down and finally saw how sylus had thrusted the entirety of his erect cock deep inside of you, remaining connected to you. you let out a low hiss at the sensation of being filled to the brim with sylus, the prior emptiness you felt now being gone as you lay back in bed.

with tentative movements, you move your hips in an upward motion, causing sylus to let out a growl in response, with his hand clutching at the sheets. “kitten-“

“move sylus, please… i’m begging you!”

letting out a single, broken grunt of your name, sylus tosses both of your legs over his shoulder, shamelessly pounding into you as you felt what heaven was like thanks to his cock alone.

it was your one year anniversary with zayne, so of course he had to do something special to celebrate this special occasion. because he loved you so much, zayne actually took some time off of work in order to spend the day with you.

and your lover did not disappoint you one bit.

the moment you were awakened with zayne’s gentle kisses, he had spent some time spoiling you. from cooking you your favorite breakfast, to taking you out on shopping expeditions and a dinner date, your heart was filled with utter and unconditional love for him.

so it came as no surprise when you decided to do something special for him, which came in the form of giving him your first time.

the moment zayne unlocks the door to your shared home, you trapped him against a wall and fell to your knees for him. his eyes go wide, with him letting out a sweet stutter of your name, watching you with pure fascination when you manage to unbuckle his belt and pull down his pants and boxers.

you bask in the way zayne flushes a deep red, getting to work while freeing his half-hardened cock as you gently stroke him, working him to full hardness.

i love you; you silently tell him, hoping that you could convey such intense feelings for him with your gaze and actions alone before leaning forward with your mouth wide open, allowing your tongue to wrap around the head of his cock. zayne’s reaction was immediate as he tosses his head back, hands already delving into your hair as you bobbed your head back and forth on his cock.

you hum at the unfamiliar taste of him, licking away the beads of precum that fell from his mushroom tip. despite never giving a man oral before, you allowed zayne’s pleasured grunts and groans to further motivate you. you clench your eyes shut, now using the tip of your tongue to trace at the pulsating veins that were felt across the entirety of his length.

the more you gently sucked and prodded at his cock with your tongue, the more frequent zayne’s moans became, and you were so close to having him twitch before releasing everything that he had into your awaiting mouth had he not have pulled you away from him.

his gorgeous eyes were now dilated, hiding its once brilliant hues as zayne holds you within his embrace before kicking aside his pants and boxers. “no, i refuse to release myself in your mouth. what i want more than anything else is to give you pleasure, too.”

unable to take you back to your shared room, zayne places your pliant form against the couch, spreading your legs for him while quickly pumping his cock, making sure that he remained hard for you. your cunt was burning with need for him when you caught sight of his thick cock from your periphery, mouth watering with anticipation.

with one final groan of your name, zayne grips at one of your thighs before directing his erection toward your entrance, allowing his tip to trace at your pussy lips, collecting your arousal to ensure that his cock was wet before sheathing himself deep inside of you.

broken moans were heard coming from zayne, leaving you breathless as you slowly got used to his large size. there was a discomfort felt within your lower abdomen, but the way zayne let out such soft groans was enough to make the moisture flood within your core.

desperate for him to move, you ran on instinct, trying to chase your release when you moved your hips in an upward motion, successfully snapping the man out of his trance when he meets every single one of your thrusts with his own, his hair already turning damp as he focused solely on making love to you, basking in each new sensation of pleasure that was felt while remaining connected to you.

“friends should know how each other tastes, don’t you think so?”

xavier had somehow convinced you to start a strange, friends with benefits relationship with him. the young hunter had no interest in befriending other members of the opposite sex-

with you being the sole exception.

at first, you felt nervous about giving your first time so carelessly away to a man that was always “just a friend” to you, yet xavier became utterly passionate, stating how he was inexperienced with intimacy as well and just wanted to do something to change it.

“i don’t like the idea of sleeping around, and i would much rather give my first time to someone that i trust. someone like you.”

when xavier confessed such feelings for you, you couldn’t help but feel the same way. in fact, you trusted xavier just as much as he trusted you. and the fact that you found the young man to be incredibly handsome-

well, why wouldn’t you try giving your first time to him?

after much deliberation, you end up succumbing to each other’s curiosities, taking off your clothes before getting onto your bed. with xavier’s face against your slick core and his hardened cock over you, it was clear what he wanted to do.

so as his tongue was felt flattened against your cunt, you lean up to open your mouth and wrap your lips around his cock. you feel the way he twitches slightly once your hot mouth was felt surrounding the entirety of his erection. while you tried to focus on pleasuring him, you also became distracted with how eagerly he was devouring your aching cunt, acting like a man starved as he sought after every last drop of your arousal. you were so close to releasing-

yet strangely enough, xavier managed to resist climaxing within your mouth. as he continues his ministrations against your slick heat, you ended up releasing way before he did. upon reaching your completion, your mind was left in a haze, your mind barely registering the fact that xavier had already removed his erection from your mouth and was already hovering over you.

his arms trap you against the bed, sky blue eyes hidden beneath an eclipse that served as evidence of his lust for you. taking a hold of your hand, he places a kiss at the back of it before gently moving his cock back and forth against your cunt.

“forgive me… but i lied when i said that friends need to know how each other tastes.” you meet with his gaze, only to feel your eyes widen when he suddenly surges forward to kiss you deeply.

you found yourself returning his kisses, delving your hands into his golden locks of hair, pulling him ever so closer to you. your sudden actions make the tip of his cock enter your cunt, the sensation making you both toss your head back.

xavier takes a hold of your hips, gripping them tightly with both of his hands, “i’m sorry… i love you… and i want to make you mine.”

your eager moans and the way you wrapped your legs around his hips were all the confirmation xavier needed to surge forward, claiming you as his entirely when his cock was nestled so nicely inside of you, allowing him to drag his length back and forth as he basked in the squelching sounds of your lovemaking.

when you told rafayel how you were ready to take your relationship to the next level with him-

the young artist wasted no time when it came to preparing you.

his eyes became clouded over in a sea of blackness, hiding the color of his irises from you when he manages to scoop you into his arms and walk back with you toward your shared bedroom.

he takes his sweet time, taking off your clothes, unwrapping each one of them in a manner that was reminiscent of a man opening a precious gift. with each newly revealed inch of skin came with rafayel’s passionate kisses against them. he left no part of your body untouched, worshipping you from head to toe with little hesitation.

only when he finally slots himself between your legs did you realize just how far he would go to pleasure you. with his slender fingers and tongue continuously thrusting and prodding against your entrance, you found that it became increasingly difficult to keep all coherency.

gone were your thoughts as you lost count of the sheer amount of times you had came into rafayel’s eagerly awaiting mouth. you had released so many times, becoming so overly sensitive in the process that you even started to cry.

only when the lemurian had brought you to such a brink of desperation did he finally allow the last thread of his control to snap, tossing aside his clothes before pressing the tip of his erection against your core.

embarrassingly enough, while rafayel slowly worked his way inside of your sweet cunt, you felt your walls tighten around him, already cumming the moment he was fully sheathed inside of you. such a sensation was enough to make your lover hiss in response, yet he manages to hold on, refusing to climax so soon.

“hah… i should have known better than to over stimulate you… but- it’s because of my actions that i know you won’t be in pain.”

you were unable to speak coherently when rafayel suddenly thrusts in and out of you at a steady pace that manages to take your very breath away. not wishing to separate yourself from him for even a single second, your arms wrap themselves around his neck while your legs do the same with his waist, pressing him even closer to you.

his cock manages to reach even deeper inside of you, earning a gasp from the man as you felt yet another release approaching. you begged rafayel to keep going, basking in the way he speeds up his movements, feeling his hips piston in and out of you at a breakneck pace, begging him to never stop as you prayed that this moment would last forever.

end notes: life has gotten a little stressful for me, so i decided to destress while writing more thirst posts about my favorite lads men 😭 currently unedited; but i’ll make any changes once this is posted!

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

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macgyvermedical · 3 days

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Wound Care For Adults

So the wife was on backpacking reddit and found that a lot of people can't tell the difference between wounds you need some vaseline and a bandaid for, wounds that need a little home TLC, wounds you need to go to an urgent care for, and wounds you actually need to go to the emergency department for, so we're gonna talk about that here.

Wounds that need some vaseline and a bandaid:

A blister that popped

A non-gaping cut

A skinned knee (small amount of fresh, shallow road rash with nothing embedded)

Keep in mind that you should NOT use rubbing alcohol, iodine, mercurochrome, or hydrogen peroxide on any of these. It will just hurt and potentially kill healthy cells in the wound. Neosporin or other antibiotic ointment is okay if you happen to have it, but the antibiotics themselves don't last long and are generally not worth the extra money.

Wash the wound with plain tap water, pat it dry with a clean cloth or piece of gauze, dab on a little petroleum jelly (Vaseline) and slap a bandage on that beby.

Wounds that need some TLC at home:

A small, shallow burn with nothing stuck to it

A slightly infected open blister or non-gaping cut

Slightly infected road rash or shallow road rash with something embedded in it

Cut gaping less than 1/4 inch (1/2 cm)

Small, shallow burn: Right after you get the burn, run it under cool tap water for 5-10 minutes, even if you think it's already cool. This will help clean the wound and stop the burn from getting any deeper. Do not ice. Do not put oil or butter or vaseline on the wound. Use an over the counter burn gel and a bandaid to hold it in place.

Slightly infected small wound/road rash: You'll know it's slightly infected if there's redness and swelling around the edges (up to 2cm), if there is drainage, and if it smells bad. It will also probably hurt more than you think it should. For this you'll want to do hot compresses about 4 times a day for 20 minutes per time until the infection goes away. To do this, get a pot and get water hot enough that it is uncomfortable to touch. Then put a wash cloth in that water, pull it out, wring it out, and hold it against the wound. It should be uncomfortably hot and just a little painful. When it cools down, dip it back in the pot, wring it out, and do it again. At the end of 20 minutes the whole area around the wound should be pink.

Road rash with something embedded: If there's a tiny stone or pieces of visible dirt on this section of road rash, you'll need to clean it with a moderately forceful stream of water. You can do this with an irrigation syringe you can get from the pharmacy, or you can make your own using a plastic zipper bag. Fill a bag with water, then cut a teeny tiny hole in one of the corners. Squeeze the bag to make a stream of water, then direct that stream at the wound. This will take potentially a lot of water. Keep at it until there is nothing visible in the wound, then treat with vaseline and a bandaid.

A cut gaping less than 1/4 inch: If this is on your face, genitals, or hands and you care about scarring, go to an emergency department. If this is on another part of your body and you're okay with a scar, keep reading. Stop bleeding with pressure. Clean the wound by running clean tap water through it and pat the edges dry. Make some butterfly bandages out of strong tape- I recommend silk medical tape, but in a pinch you could use duct tape or similar.

Starting on one end, tape down one side of a butterfly bandage, pull it across the cut, and tape it to the other side. Move a 1/4 inch down the cut, and tape another one down, then another, until you have taped the length of the cut. Put some kind of breathable bandage on top of this.

Wounds that need to go to an urgent care:

Cut gaping more than 1/4 inch but that you can still stop bleeding with pressure.

Open blister, cut, burn, or road rash that is draining thick, yellow-or-white drainage and is not getting better with hot compresses, but you don't have a fever

Stop any bleeding, clean by running water over the injury, and go to an urgent care or your family doctor if you happen to be able to get in for a same-day appointment.

Wounds that need to go to an emergency department:

Any cut that gapes on the face, palm of the hand, or genitals

Infection with streaks or with which you have a fever/chills, or for which the red area grows by more than a cm in an hour

Burn larger than the palm of your hand or that is more than skin deep

Any wound that was spurting blood or that needed a tourniquet to stop bleeding

Go to the emergency department as soon as possible, they'll take care of it.

#whump reference #writing reference #whump #nursing #medical #first aid #wounds #cuts #burns

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alannah-corvaine · 1 year

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GET TO KNOW THE OC ASKS

1. What kind of person is your OC in a crisis? Are they calm and collected? Do they panic? Or are they chronically the cause?

2. Is your OC a loner or a social butterfly? Are they satisfied with how they come across to other people?

3. What is your OC's financial status? Are they just scraping by, making enough to live comfortably, or wealthy? Has there ever been a drastic change in their status? If so, what happened?

4. Does your OC have a failed friendship or relationship they still think about? What happened? Is it an unresolved regret or is there a chance for reconciliation?

5. Does your OC have a signature weapon and/or attack? How long did they train to master it?

6. Does your OC know magic? Were they born with magical ability or did they train to acquire it? What is their favorite type of magic? Least favorite?

7. Does your OC like their natural hair color or do they dye it? What styles do they prefer?

8. What was your OC's most embarrassing moment? Does it still bother them or are they able to shrug it off?

9. Is your OC laid back or do they thrive on drama? What role do they play in their group of friends/associates?

10. Is your OC sentimental or pragmatic? Do they keep mementos or only what they need to survive? Have they always been this way or did something happen to make them change?

11. What does your OC believe in? God(s)? Monsters? Love? The power of unbreakable bonds of friendship to overcome any obstacle? The ability of money to open any door? Or are they indifferent?

12. Is your OC cynical or optimistic? Who or what shaped their outlook on life?

13. How important are romantic relationships to your OC? Do they prefer casual sex, short flings, or long term relationships? Do they want to get married or are they content with what they have? Or do they have no interest in romance whatsoever?

14. How important is friendship to your OC? Do they prefer to have one or two close friends or a large group of casual friends? Or do they prefer their own company over that of others?

15. What places hold significant meaning or memories for your OC? Do they have a positive or negative association with those places?

16. How does your OC make money? Do they have a respectible profession or work a series of odd jobs? Are they a criminal? Or do they get creative in the pursuit of coin?

17. Does your OC have an enemy? What happened between them? Is it mutual or one-sided? Is it petty or serious? Is one party seeking revenge? Does one person want the other dead or are they content to hate them from afar?

18. Has your OC ever had a prophecy made about them? Was it a big deal or did they ignore it? Was it straightforward or cryptic? Did it ever come to pass or did they circumvent it?

19. Has your OC ever had an experience with the paranormal or the divine? What happened? Was it a one time encounter or is it a normal part of their life? Did they find it terrifying or thrilling?

20. Has your OC ever done something terrible and lied about it? Did they run away or blame someone else for it? How long did they maintain the lie and did the truth ever come out?

#oc asks #oc questions #oc ask prompts #character development questions #tried to make the questions broad enough to fit any fandom or universe #hope you enjoy them!

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maplleaf · 2 years

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《"Bridal style? but I'm not a bride!》

Sumeru boys reacting to you carrying them bridal style.

Characters: Alhaitham, The Wanderer (Scaramouche), Kaveh, Cyno, Tighnari

》 Akademiya's Scribe : Al Haitham

Those arms are no joke, Alhaitham is a beefy man.

And you. His precious partner; someone who can somehow defy his 'always rational' mindset. He knows you're capable of handling yourself but the scribe has always liked the idea of protecting you.

Which is why when you picked him up and held him nonchalantly, he's quite ??? at first.

He's never been into heavy PDA and the endless teasing that might come from his roommate if Kaveh sees this makes him dread the idea.

He'll ask you to place him down, but if no one's around and he has a perfectly good book in his hands; Alhaitham would sigh and continue on reading.

The feeling of you holding him so gently whilst having the strenght to carry him made Alhaitham slightly flustered, but you didn't hear it from me.

8/10 very heavy, but now you have a pretty bookworm nerd prince in your arms.

》 The Wanderer : Scaramouche

(I know he's from Inazuma but his vision frame is Sumeru's soooo)

Touch starved boy

Despite his rather unpleasant temper, Scaramouche has a soft spot for you. That doesn't mean he won't be cranky tho.

Honestly, if you're in a public place Scaramouche would be uncomfortable and angry; he wants these types of moments where he could be vulnerable only for you and him. He'll be fine with it when you're both alone.

When you picked him up and held him so closely, he went tsundere mode and demanded you to place him down, but the way he stuttered those words may mean he doesn't fully want you to.

If you do as you're told, Scaramouche would act pissed off, but he can't stop thinking about how you picked him up and held him gently for the rest of the day.

But if you don't listen to his demands and complaints, Scaramouche would still be angry at first then the complaints slowly turned into a "fine, whatever" as you held him close to you

9/10 tsundere boi, he's light as hell so it's easy to sweep him off his feet. The whining gets annoying tho.

》 The Palace of Alcazarzaray's Architect : Kaveh

Smirks at you, goes confident mode

Kaveh has always been the type to tease you. So when your strong arms swept him off his feet, he sees a golden opportunity.

"Oh? Did someone missed me?"

A part of you is tempted to drop him on the floor for all the teasing but didn't have the heart to.

It slowly morphs into the two of you flirting/bickering with eachother. If Alhaitham walks in on this, it's best he pretends to not see it.

Kaveh actually likes you picking him up like that. Whilst he does take the more affectionate role in the relationship most of the time, Kaveh likes the feeling of you holding him gently after he finished the sketches for his next project.

10/10 he's light to be picked up + bonus flirting with eachother.

》 The General Mahamatra : Cyno

One might think the general mahamatra might not like the idea of being picked up and carried like a bride. They're wrong.

Cyno is neutral when he's being carried by you like this; it just depends on the surroundings.

If the place you're is both in is safe and he's not doing any important work, he'll let you pick him up with ease. The blank and straight face might say otherwise, but he likes it.

Cyno is a warrior at heart, he brings judgement upon those at the Akademiya or those at the desert; but being picked up gently by you makes him feel butterflies.

He might show you his appreciation in the form of a smile, or three of his best jokes.

10/10 he has those muscles from being the General Mahamatra, but Cyno is still easy to pick up. Remember to laugh at his jokes.

》 Avidya Forest Watcher : Tighnari

"Watch it on the tail!" He did not groom it to be soft n fluffy just for it to be ruined, be careful.

Like Cyno, if he's doing any important things or is in a dangerous area; don't pick him up. But if the two of you are just patrolling or in a private area, go for it!

Tighnari quite likes it when you pick him up. He's not big on PDA, but some exceptions can be made.

If the forest ranger is feeling tired that day, he might lean to your chest and rest his eyes for a bit. Keeping anyone safe from the forest isn't an easy task, so let the fox rest for a bit against you.

His ears are sensitive, so he can hear your heartbeat clearly if he presses his head against your chest. He finds it comforting

11/10 very light and soft, pet those ears.

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the-silver-peahen-residence · 5 months

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||An Officer's corruption part ten||

Hello there, dears. You know what time it is. Time for another drabble added to this. Seems were still going so I hope you like this Au with my muses and demon mun's muses.

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||Drabble summary||

Before we go into the whole situation involving the officers here, it seems we will be checking on another officer that was heading to another prison for a bit. Though, this one was pretty deadly to be around. Who could this woman be? Read to find out.

||Warning||

~Drug use is spoken in this drabble

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Fosh Virian and Oblivion Daitengu belongs to my amazing Rp partner @demon-blood-youths

Yuuka Nakano and Mouse are my OC that belong to me.

((Note: Their will be grammar mistakes and errors in this drabble as others have this warning. But like I state before, this is written for fun. So I hope you like it and my friend too. Enjoy))

~~~~~~Later during that same afternoon~~~~~~~

"#34 and 29B please keep your guard up on your side of the prison. The last time someone got through almost caused another riot." their was some typing going on but hearing phones ringing along with a woman checking a screen while sending files.

"Hey, be careful with that! Those papers have to be sent over to Philly today before midnight. I already heard Warden Ethan is expecting them."

"Geez, what a day. Is everyone having trouble with this?"

Office Fosh Virian was checking his computer seeing the list just going on and on. Today, he along with the other hackers in the police force was doing their jobs to ensure things run smoothly. He has Mouse or Officer Thomson with him who was a master hacker just like him as they were the head headers of this place for all hackers and the prisoner buildings all over NYC.

"Hmm? Oh come on Fosh it's not that bad. Though, given the issue with so many just having problems that explains it." she said but hangs up the phone with Fosh looking to her.

"I guess so but come on. We been at this all morning to now. It's either something happened in the data mainframe or something else is going on that we don't know of." he looks to Mouse again but she was thinking about it herself.

True, their have been problems from data to information but maybe it's due to that all high and mighty Sukuna dude. I hear he's been going from prison to prison to offer some help. Or at least that's what I hear." Mouse didn't like the sound of that but she only remains quiet with arms crossed.

"And the fact we are being sure no criminal hackers get into the data frames of the police stations and prisons or else Kinie will have our heads for it." she mutters and Fosh sweatdrops. Yeah, they see how angry she gets but they didn't want to go through that again.

"Well, I'm sure we will do what we can. Lets just keep working and hope for that day off later right?" he said but Mouse blinks to smile nodding.

"Yeah.." she giggled to smile at him that he laughed smiling back at her before they go back to work.

~~~With Oblivion in another location~~~

She was heading to the prison building that was stationed in Roosevelt Island in Brooklyn of New York City. To be honest, she didn't want to accept this one because of the many stories given of what is happening all around right at this moment. That and she was unsure of what to think about at first.

However, while being taken there, her mind was focused and lost due to one person. Or one prisoner.

In a while, she looks seeing the building where officer koboyashi waits for her. She was wearing her uniform to look around for someone before her eyes sees her.

"Hey, good afternoon to you. I take it your doing well?" Luna asked Oblivion while the other woman nods, heading up the stairs to go inside. Seems it was as busy as usual today but it was nothing new. The two officers walks down the hallway seeing officers doing paper work or some working on cases while bringing in other prisoners.

"I guess you can say that. Though, I take it you guys been busy since.." she mutters that Luna sighed.

"Yeah, we have but it's fine. I already got the others doing what they can right now. Though, I Hope in the future you still are going to help us with trying to find a real head leader one day. All this work can drain someone." Luna said but Oblivion did remember that. Since this place has no warden yet, Luna is filling in till one is found. However, the two keep walking till passing the double doors going down the hallway.

"So......how has she been? Stubborn I take it?" Oblivion said but Luna knew who she was talking about. The prisoner that was brought here but a rather dangerous one at that. As both women walk down the stairs, they show up at a prison area showing just one cell with the others either empty or clean.

Their was a sign next to the prison cell.

Name: Yuuka Nakano

Prisoner number: 34A

Danger level: Very dangerous/violent/don't approach

Nick name: Nightshade

Ability: Toxic flames

Reason for being in prison: Quirk was dangerous and had to be put under control

Answer: Will be given a shot every two hours a day to keep her quirk at bay and stable.

Other note: Only officers with permission from Officer Koboyashi is allowed to be near or around the prison.

Both the woman looks to see another woman inside but she was curled up looking at the window with her back facing the door. Of course Oblivion looks to see her. This woman was indeed named Yuuka Nakano. Her story goes as she was someone that used to be a good hearted person willing to help who needed it.

However, it seems the people she helped only used her causing her to hate the feeling. It also leads up to her being a vigilante at the end. Their has been reports of her destroying property, being a threat to many with her quirk and even getting into fights. Right now, she was in some program in order to change her heart but she's under the eye of officer Oblivion.

"......."

"Do you want me to get you anything before you.." Luna asked but Oblivion shook her head.

"No, I think I got it. Thanks Luna." she said seeing her nod to turn away.

"If you need something just give a call on the radio." she said before heading back to leave Oblivion and Yuuka alone.

"Hey, you awake in there?" she asked but Yuuka did shift to hear the voice but didn't look at her just facing the window. Oblivion sighed to look at her. "I know you can hear me in there.

"....."

"Yuuka-"

"Yeah, I can hear you. What? You wish for a prize?" she said finally in a cold tone but Oblivion sees her turn to look at her. She was wearing the prisoner jumpsuit but she was only looking to her with a cold expression while Oblivion sighed.

"I know but it wouldn't hurt to say something at times..." she said.

"......"

"Look, I know I seem to not know much but I'm still willing to at least keep a eye on you so your not poisoning anyone else." she said that Yuuka sighed.

"As the many others that see that. My quirk is not that dangerous..it's just others think it is without knowing much about it. But lets not have another fight again because of this." Oblivion looks to her but she only looks away from Oblivion again right at the wall.

"Even when you poisoned so many by mistake?"

"..So what if I did? Second, why are you asking? Isn't your quirk dangerous too?" Yuuka asked but Oblivion looks to hear the question.

"I bet your quirk is just as deadly as others and yet your working for the police. I mean, you have a quirk too and it's just as dangerous. Why bother even helping the damn police if they might stab you in the back?" she warns and yet she said nothing. Most of her friends were officers or wardens but even with Yuuka being like this, she somehow felt the same. She sees someone misunderstood and put in prison for the wrong reasons.

"Because not all of them are bad as you claim them to be."

"And your blind to not see it." she said back.

"......I'm not blind."

"You are if your still helping those low life police.." she said.

"Yuuka, I'm not trying to be." she said but Yuuka only looks away from her.

"Oh stop already okay? I mean, your just too soft given the fact they are just doing this to get everyone to be good." she said but Oblivion blinks.

"What do you mean?"

"Think about it. They got these prisons all over and bad fuckers still get out. What's the point of having these buildings when it don't go any good. And another thing, why are you even bothering. You are just as dangerous as a few others and here you are helping these pigs for it. Why are you worried they might end up doing something to you-"

"No. I did this for my reason but...I have another reason and telling you might not convince you." she said.

"At least your smart about that." Yuu said. "You know I feel bad for you given that you and your friends are following the police. Sooner or later it's all going to back fire on you and them. As how the people out there claim to be sweet people when their nothing but backstabbers." she hissed now showing her hand with some toxic goo forming.

"Not everyone is bad Yuuka and I told you that. If you just listen and hear me out-"

"I told you nothing you tell me will get me to believe you. No matter what some officer says to me, it's all the same!" she shouted at her and yet Oblivion remains quiet. "Your all the fucking same.....traitors that don't give a shit. So...yeah, some convincing."

"And your stubborn. I'm just wishing to help you on a better path."

"Uh huh, that's what they all say."

"Yuuka-"

"Look, if your done talking with me. Is their something else you wanna say to me or just leave?" she said not looking at her again. Even if she was hugging herself, Oblivion sighed to look at her.

"No, not at the moment. I'll let you rest up but I'll come to check on you later this evening. Is that fine?" she asked.

"Sure, whatever..if your done talking to me, just go away." she said now curled up and yet, she was just silent now. Seeing she won't speak another word, Oblivion turns to leave the cell room but as the door closes, Yuu just curls up now but she looks ahead.

"Their all traitors...all traitors. I'll be sure to get them back for this." she grumbled now alone.

Meanwhile, Luna was waiting for Oblivion to come back as she saw the door open showing her. "Well?"

"No, still stubborn and very angry. She seems to have done this a lot I take it?" she asked seeing Luna nod while they walked.

"Yeah. She believes that's all were good for. Liars and people wanting to ruin another life. Right now, her quirk is yes deadly due to the toxins but I'm sure like you said you can help her out. Or at least show not all of us are bad." she said.

"I know and yeah, I'm working on it. Yuuka has been hurt and forgotten after that. I wanna be sure to help her to my best ability before she sees nothing else but a future for her. Right now..it's not there yet. I'll have to work with her more." Oblivion said to walk by Luna. The other woman said nothing but sighed following.

"I know you will Oblivion..I just hope you can before it's too late." she said but Oblivion made it her mission, help Yuuka before she's lost forever. For now, the two heads to the other room but it seems it's a start for them.

#IC #silver roses #Drabble/short or long stories #silver butterfly mun #peahen mom #the mansion owner #A Officer's corruption part 10 #older Oblivion #older Yuuka #older Fosh #older Mouse #older Kali #The fractions of NYC #peahen writer #demon-blood-youths #officer demons au

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– in between missions.

pairing: sunday x gn!reader

premise: it's been an eventful six months since sunday joined the stellaron hunters. today marked one of their very rare day offs, and what better way to spend the day with the people that's taken care of him.

– warnings: slight angst if you squint, mentions of blood in some parts.

– author's note: updated the lore in this little mini-series (?) LMAOO thank you sunday leaks on sunday for bringing me back to life. so sorry for being a bit ia, tumblr has been such a pain in the ass that it slightly demotivated me to write. new layout for sunday fics too so yippie!! (totally not foreshadowing). art credits to 冒火锅海台 on Weibo for the art. | 4.1k words (LMFAO).

MORNING — 6:00 A.M.

before, sunday would wake up at the crack of dawn; waiting for the sun’s rays as he watered the plants he’d been taking care of. now –he still wakes up earlier than most– he spends his mornings in a big kitchen with the sound of kafka’s humming filling the bubbles of silences that start to form. it was always a pleasure helping the older woman cook everyone’s breakfast without having their loud bickering in the background (though sometimes he would grow paranoid if he never heard it throughout the day; he’s grown used to your voices).

before missions started, all the petty quips, and the laughter, sunday appreciated the quiet moments he gets to share with kafka.

“sunny, can you take over for me? i need to defrost silver wolf’s nuggets.”

sunday only hummed in response. body lazily slipping itself into kafka’s previous position of frying the leftover rice from yesterday. “sunny” was the woman’s name for him; a form of endearment, you said, she does it to everyone. sunday would never admit it himself (kafka often teased how adorable his morning voice was so he tried not to speak until after breakfast), but hearing that little nickname always sent a flurry of little butterflies down to his chest. collecting the pollen from the flowers you’ve carefully placed in between his ribs and spreading it all over his chest. no one has ever given him such a casual nickname before, so sunday had started to cling to it like a lifeline.

when the clock strikes 7:30, it usually means you're about to wake up. after patting his hands dry on a spare kitchen towel, sunday lifts his head and there you are. a small smile spread across his lips when you greeted kafka with a side hug. you still had your bed hair and your eyes were barely open; it was an endearing sight to see.

“good morning,” sunday snaps out of his daze when an arm wraps around his shoulder and pulls him close to your chest. sunday could distinctly smell the chocolate you ate with silver wolf the night before and the soft remnants of your scented candle. he let his head lean more into your touch as he mumbles a soft good morning straight to your heart. ignoring the pair of eyes that crinkle in amusement behind the kitchen counter.

by the time 7:50 rolls around, you’re fully awake. a cup of coffee in your hands as you, him, and kafka go door to door to wake up your little group. from the corner of sunday’s eyes, he sees kafka peer over blade’s door and a grumpy okay go through. on the other end, he sees you greet firefly good morning with a hug before disappearing into another hall to come and get elio.

before he could even knock on silver wolf’s door, the wooden thing pulled open and he was met with the sight of the silver haired girl looking down at her game console. he chuckled in amusement, patting down the stray hairs that poked up and guided her to the kitchen. he made sure to ask if she’s beaten the boss yet and when she replied with an angry huff, sunday took it as a sign to not bring it up for a while.

it's already 8:10 when everyone is sitting down around the kitchen table. plates of warm fried rice, chicken nuggets, some slices of fruits, pancakes, and multiple cups of teas and coffees were laid down on the table. small chatter started to arise and sunday could feel the energy start to spike as well. as he took bite after bite until he felt your knee bump into his. when he turned to you, he was met with the sight of you pushing more food in his direction.

“you need to eat more,” you said before taking a bite of your pancake. “you’ll need the extra nutrients if you want to fly again.”

sunday just smiled and accepted your offerings without as much as a word.

roughly an hour passes before everyone is cleaning up their spaces. blade was on dishes duty while the rest went back to their rooms to get changed. sunday was in his quarters, buttoning up a spare polo blade had given him when he heard a knock on his door.

“good morning again.” you greet with a smile.

sunday smiled in return and urged you to come in. “good morning to you, too.”

“kafka and firefly are going out for groceries. do you want anything?”

sunday was taken back to the days where he would water the plants in his office back in the penacony. how he would run his finger down each leaf and smile to himself when a flower starts to bloom. if sunday only joined a few weeks ago, he’d declined immediately. but it's been almost half a year since he’s joined, and he’s feeling a bit more comfortable with asking for more personal things.

“plants,” he replies. “the small ones that are easy to take care of.”

you tilt your head curiously like an owl. “why plants?”

“i used to take care of some flowers back in dewlight pavilion every morning. i’d like to get back into that, if you don’t mind.”

sunday recognized that little smirk of yours. with a shake of his head, he accompanies you out his room after fixing up his hair and bid farewell to kafka and firefly.

“let’s get you all the plants you want then.”

AFTERNOON — 2:38 P.M.

training in the afternoon was something sunday didn’t get quite used to. even now as he’s exchanging blows with blade, he feels quite unsure of his grip around the hilt of the wooden sword; how his footwork felt sloppy and uncoordinated. sunday wasn’t shocked (maybe, just slightly, a bit bitter) when the dark haired man knocked him off his feet for the seventh time in under two hours.

“you’re overthinking things too much,” the man grumbled, offering his hand to him. “it’s written all over your face; stop thinking about the nitty gritty things and start focusing on the task at hand. if you keep focusing on your opponent's footwork, you’ll end up ignoring his swings.”

“right, apologize. let’s go again.”

sunday had never felt such a competitive surge of emotions come over him whenever he trained with blade. the way he swung the charred sword in his hands; his body and how it moved so fluidly like water; and his determination to win despite beating him by more than a mile; it made sunday want to genuinely get better. blade fought like it would be his last battle, and he would go down with a fight.

“mister is getting better,” muttered silver wolf as she collapsed face first by your side, finishing her own training with elio. “he’s keeping up with the old man now.”

you brush away the bangs that stuck to her forehead and offer her a towel. elio, now in their cat form, sat down on your other side and started playing with the orange peels. “sunday has improved a lot huh? it feels like it was just yesterday when he first joined.”

“for reals.” the silver haired girl stretched and tried to reach over for the oranges.

a memory resurfaced in sunday’s mind when he caught sight of you peeling oranges for silver wolf. how you looked particularly at peace in the moment. his mind replayed the image of robin when she came back to penacony after the accident. he had such an intense amount of guilt for not being by her side at such a hard time, he isn't quite sure how to put it into words.

“brother!” shouted robin as she entered his office, a bright smile on her face and her phone in hand.

before he could utter a word she had shoved her phone to his face, “an orange?” he asked with a confused tilt of his head.

robin nodded and said, “they say when someone close to you peels your oranges, it's a sign of having a strong relationship! is that why you’ve been peeling my oranges for me recently?”

sunday felt the wind be knocked out of him as his world turned upside down. blade had flipped him over to his back and as the cherry on top, whacked him on the head with his wooden sword.

“for not paying attention,” he grumbled. “let’s call it a day.”

he didn’t get much of a word in when blade was already seated beside silver wolf (the girl shoving an orange slice to his mouth and him accepting it silently). sunday gets up from his lying position, patting down the dust on his (blade’s) clothes and takes a seat next to you.

“do you mind opening your wings for me?” you ask as you place a small plate of orange slices on his lap.

taking one in his hand and a small bite, he lets the pair of wings by his waist stretch out and lay on your lap. your careful fingers and observant eyes scanning over every feather, smoothing out the ones that stuck out. it wasn’t long before silver wolf put down her console and started poking at his wings too.

“do you feel that, mister?” she asks.

he shakes his head with a small smile, “no, i do not.”

she only hummed and looked up at you. “will he be able to fly soon?”

you take a few seconds to respond.

“soon,” you mutter as your hands re-adjusted the exoskeleton that’s been supporting them. “they look better than when you first arrived. you seem rather curious, what gives?”

silver wolf pouted and shoved at you lightly. your chuckle rang in his ears like music. the same melodies he would play on his record player when the night feels too long. sunday leaned more to your side when the younger girl showed a pixelated character in her game and pointed to its wings.

“when you fly again, mister, you have to take me with you!” she excitedly exclaimed with stars in her eyes. “i’ve always wanted to know what it feels like to fly.”

sunday felt a tug deep within his heart when he looked into her eyes. silver wolf, surprisingly, was very welcoming of him when he first joined. they got along fine and would even spend their free time in each other’s company. her excited demeanor reminded him of how robin looked when he first took to the skies. the animated expression on her face; her grin reaching her eyes; and the way she’s leaning forward in anticipation.

“when i fly again, i’ll be sure to let you know first.”

his reply was all the more worth it when the girl jumped in delight and landed on blade’s back. your laughter along with silver wolf’s excited blabbering and even blade’s protests made more flowers bloom inside his chest. sunday ceased his chuckling when he realized he had run out of oranges to eat. before he could even ask for more you’re already replacing his empty one with a new plate filled with peeled oranges.

“i can peel them myself, [name].” he says almost in a whisper.

“i know you can,” you dangle the orange peel in front of elio and let them play with it and stack them in a pile. “but let me do it for you.”

EVENING — 6:00 P.M.

“it’s my turn to decide what we get to eat!”

“it’s been your turn for two weeks. if anything, it’s my turn now.”

sunday could only push the two further and further apart, or at least try too. blade was a foot taller than him and obviously more bulked up than him; silver wolf might be the shortest but she knows how to use it to her advantage, zooming from one place to another like a little mouse. he could only plead with a lopsided smile when you enter the kitchen, your towel around your neck to catch the stray waters that dropped from your hair.

you sighed with the shake of your head and pulled silver wolf back into your chest. two arms snugly wrapped around her small shoulders as she kicked and pointed at blade. sunday on the other hand stepped in front of the man with a stretched arm, trying to calm down the silver haired girl as best as he could.

“at this point if you two can’t decide then i’ll just cook whatever i want.” you joked. both heads turned towards you and glared, but you only laughed and let silver wolf stomp her way to sit on the kitchen counter. “how about some sweet and spicy chicken for dinner? that way you both get what you want.”

sunday watched in amusement as silver wolf jutted her lower lip and mumbled on how she wanted cake. blade only slumped his shoulders and grumbled a low fine and started helping you take out all the ingredients from the fridge as well as the pans and bowls.

“i swear you two have worse cravings than a pregnant wom– ow!” you didn’t get to finish when blade purposely knocked your head when he opened a cabinet. your eyes narrowed at him while he only shrugged. a playful smirk on his lips as he shoved your head lower when you went to berate him.

a soft nudge on sunday’s back pushed him a bit forward. elio’s blue eyes in their cat form met his own gold ones and the two stared for a while. the cat motioned his head towards you and blade who chatted over dinner, not long, silver wolf also joined.

“go join them.” was all they said before jumping down from the table and going to who knows where.

sunday didn’t get a chance to reply when a pair of arms snuck around his waist. he let out a noise between a surprised gasp and a shout that made you snort in amusement. when he turned to glare at you, you only stuck your tongue out and tied the apron around his waist.

“come help us make dinner, sunday.”

and how could he say no when you’re already dragging him by the apron to the kitchen aisles with all the ingredients laid down.

by 7:15 p.m., kafka and firefly enter through the door and are met with a memorably amusing sight of sunday almost collapsing on their dining table as elio pushes a carton of milk to his direction. you and silver wolf were laughing at him with pointing hands and tears in your eyes. even blade cracked his own chuckle and rolled his eyes playfully as the halovian kicked him in the shin.

the taller woman surmised that sunday had fallen victim to blade’s insane spice addiction. the stray silver spoon on the table with the sauce was evidence. kafka let out a chuckle as firefly came over to his side –still keeping a bit of distance– and asking if he was alright.

“thought you were only getting groceries?” you ask with a raised brow. eyes surveying the amount of bags she and firefly had in their hands.

“there was a sale for clothes,” kafka reasoned. “how could we say no?”

you shake your head in disbelief and give the woman a side hug. “dinner will be ready in ten. help the poor angel soothe his tongue in the meantime.”

kafka laughed as she dropped her bags by the living room couch and guided sunday to sit down. firefly handed him an empty glass and offered to pour the milk in it. he shook his head no and did it himself. the poor boy downed the drink in one go and it didn’t seem enough to soothe his burning tongue so firefly went to get another carton from the fridge.

sunday furrowed his brows and stuck out his tongue. no doubt his taste buds won’t be working for a while.

“why does blade put so much spice in his food?” he questions the older woman who only smiled. her eyes glazed over to where the said man was and sunday followed.

“bladie can’t taste anything that isn’t spicy,” kafka said, her eyes not once leaving blade’s figure. “a living corpse can’t really taste anything. spice is considered a pain sensation; pain is the only thing he can feel and taste.”

sunday frowns at this new information. he knows little of blade’s past and had made no effort to try and dig it up. he was curious, yes, but it must be an incredibly sensitive topic if every night the man slips away from his bedroom seeking you or kafka out to soothe the mara that’s coursing through his body.

“i… see.” a hand came to ruffle up his hair. he looked up to see kafka smiling down at him and handed him another cup of milk.

“try to ask him about it someday. maybe you’ll be able to help.”

sunday keeps that information at the back of his mind until everyone finishes cooking dinner.

the clock hit 7:25 and everyone decided to eat by the living room to see what kafka and firefly bought in their mini shopping spree. he sat in between you and blade on the floor, using the small coffee table in front of you to hold your food while silver wolf sat on the couch behind him. her legs over your shoulders and slouched on the couch.

time surprisingly passed slowly tonight. only ten minutes had actually passed of kafka showing off her new coat, but to sunday it had felt like eternity. he absentmindedly tossed his food around his plate, pushing away all the spicy pieces of chicken to the edge of his plate.

“not eating the spicy chicken now are we?” sunday whipped his head to blade and glared. warmth rising to his cheeks, wings fluttering in embarrassment when he remembered what had happened not too long ago.

“your “normal” amount of spice nearly sent me to a coma,” he rebutted with a roll of his eyes. “so pardon me for not wanting to be sent to the hospital.”

you let out a loud laugh and leaned back on the couch. silver wolf was now using his head as support when she agreed wholly with his statement. firefly let out a quiet cough to silence her laugh while kafka chuckled. blade only rolled his eyes and took the pieces of chicken on his plate and placed it on his own.

“you said you wanted to try.” he argued back. a teasing lilt to his voice as he placed a piece of chicken to his mouth to add more salt to the injury.

“a grave mistake that was.”

you cease your laughing and lean on your propped up arm. “well look at you two, getting along so well!”

sunday scowled while blade scoffed. both picking up pieces of food and silently chewing. what started as a small bump of sunday’s elbow turned into a small petty argument about spice tolerance.

“it is quite sweet of you bladie,” kafka started. “for taking all the spicy pieces off of sunny’s plate, i mean.”

you jumped to the wagon immediately and nodded. “agreed! you’ve never done that for anyone here before. i’m starting to think you’re playing favorites.”

“one more word and i’m dumping the rest of the chili oil on your plates.”

that had shut you up immediately. for extra measures, you scooted away from them both with your plate close to your chest. “shutting up now…”

NIGHT — 11:20 P.M.

sunday let out a long sigh as he tossed and turned in his bed. he had lost count of how many times he’s replayed tonight’s dinner in his mind to at least try and get some sleep and not be plagued by his nightmares. tonight was joyful, and he’d like to keep it that way till the end of the day. but his insomnia had struck him again like always. he’s already drunk two pills from the medication you bought him and it's yet to take effect.

with one last sigh, sunday threw off the sheets over his body and stalked out of his room as quietly as he could. the base was dark in the dead of night. the halls looked more ominous and longer than normal, something he believed was taken out of a horror film. when he first wandered these halls at this hour, sunday would feel the pricks of his paranoia.

but unlike the first time, there were no longer stray feathers of ravens following his wake. his feet weren’t stained by his blood as he dragged his body to the direction of salvation. in these halls, sunday wasn’t carrying a knife he used to plunge into his own chest to try and make the weight of the sins he didn’t commit a little lighter. he was free; free as he could be in the safety of everyone’s presence.

his gaze shifted to the slightly ajar door that led to your workshop. he frowned as he realized you were staying up late again. when he peered into the small crack, sunday was met with the sight of firefly hunched over your desk, sound asleep with stray pieces of fabric by her feet.

the nights at base were usually cold so sunday quickly walked to his room again to get a spare blanket. as quietly as he could, the halovian entered your workshop, silently cursing when the door creaked slightly. making sure he didn’t step on any of the fabrics on the floor, sunday draped the blanket over the girl’s shoulders.

another memory of his resurfaced. on nights like these, robin would sneak into his office with a pillow and blanket in her hands. she would guide his head gently to lay on the pillow and not the harsh wooden table and make sure the blanket over his shoulders didn’t slip until morning came. by instinct, sunday’s hand came to smooth down firefly’s hair and whispered good night.

he started picking up the stray pieces of whites, blues, and blacks from the floor and neatly folded them one by one. placing them in neat piles on your table. with one last look to firefly’s figure, he smiled to himself and quietly shut the door behind him. his next stop was the kitchen to brew himself a cup of tea.

“he’s gone now, firefly.”

even as you called out to her, firefly did not budge and kept her head in between her folded arms. you shook your head and sat down next to her. you had witnessed what happened and you could only guess the conflicted feelings the girl felt.

“do you think he’s a bad person, little knight?” you ask, hands picking up one of the fabrics sunday had graciously folded and laid them on the table. a measuring tape around your shoulders and a pencil snuggly on your ear.

“he’s done bad things, but…” you hum in reply. firefly’s voice was muffled because of her arms but you heard her perfectly fine, much to her dismay. “i don’t think he’s a fully bad person. i just find it… awkward to interact with him.”

“do you want to interact with him?” you wonder. “as friends i mean.”

firefly finally raised her head. hand clutching the blanket draped over her shoulders as the other ghosted over the spot where sunday had patted down and whispered good night.

“i don’t know.”

you only hum. “sunday is rather strange isn’t he? he’s quite the piece of work if you ask me.”

“what about you?” firefly fires back, scooting her chair closer to you. “do you think he’s a bad person.”

“no. no i don’t.” you answer immediately and feel firefly pause. “he’s kindest person i’ve ever met.”

“i see…”

you pat her head gently and fixate your gaze back to your table.

“he’s a lot more like us than anyone expected. sunday has done bad things that hurt those around him, but we’ve also done that haven’t we? take your time. all of us were lonely at some point, so it’s also his first time he’s ever craved someone’s company. we’ve all done that too, didn’t we?”

when a new day started (around 1:56 a.m.) she made her way back to her room. sunday’s blanket was still wrapped around her even when she laid down on her own bed. she never pointed out how you purposefully drafted a space for the ticket you’ve always hidden on sunday’s new uniform.

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