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not guilty!!!! (this time)
fun fact: in japanese since the number “69” is used as a play on ロック (rokku) June 9 is (informally) national rock n’ roll day in japan! “69” pops up a lot in the Rockman/Megaman series for this reason too!
and it’s also used in jp posts to refer to this ロック!
the number does not carry the same connotations in JP that it has in the west, so rock and maya had a misunderstanding…
anyway in the same way, “08” can be pronounced “maya”!
here’s a fun little list on wikipedia of common goroawase / japanese wordplay
and if you haven’t, please check out the toby vs. 69 poll! vote 69! woo! (vote whoever you like… toby is also a cool guy :D)
#my art#please take this as an intermission#lighthearted this time. just a silly#i drew it earlier but i want to have Things to Post while cooking up late halloween ghouls#since my hand is kinda fucked :D#i don’t like being unproductive#sos awl#bokumono#story of seasons#harvest moon#harvest moon a wonderful life#hm awl#hm anwl#story of seasons a wonderful life#rock tumbling (sos)#rock (awl)#sos awl rock#awl maya#sos awl maya#awl rock x maya#he used markers on two white tshirts btw. Fadshion#harvest moon another wonderful life#sorry 4 being annoying i’m rock’s silliest soldier and i must cheer on my lil guy. it will continue
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"My daddy has to fight some bad guys". || Jay Halstead x reader and daughter
*re-posting this because I'm stupid and accidentaly delated my blog 🫠
You woke up earlier than everybody in your house to get everything ready for everyone. Jay would usually follow you a few minutes later and you two would make breakfast and get your daughter ready for school together, along with other morning stuff. This wasn't the day, your husband had fallen asleep and you were doing everything by yourself, trying not to make a lot of noise. You knew he was working a tough case and had come back quite late from work the night before, so you didn't want to wake him up. Even when he didn't want to admit it, he was tired as hell and needed to rest.
You were in the kitchen starting to cook breakfast when you felt his arms hugging you from the back.
-"Did I wake you up?" You asked. -"I was trying not to".
-"I didn't feel you by my side and I couldn't fall asleep again". He answered into your ear and then kissed your neck as he continued talking. -"I'm sorry I haven't been around. We closed this case last night, what's left is a bunch of paperwork. My hope is to be back home early tonight and...". You turned around to hug him back and interrupted him with a short kiss. He rushed to finish his sentence with a heavy breathing : "...I can make it up for you", then proceeded to tenderly kiss your lips as he held you as tight as he could with one of his arms, while fervently holding your head with his other hand, finger all tangled in your hair, pulling it a bit.
Due to the case Jay was working on, you two had barely seen each other during the last week and a half, so things were heating up fast. Suddenly, for both of your displeasure, an alarm interrupted the moment.
-"Time to wake her up". You said having trouble separating from him.
-"I'll go". Jay took your phone to turn off the alarm. -"I'm driving her to school too".
-"Hey, Jay!" You took his hand before letting him leave the room. -"You do remember her Father's Day Festival, right?".
-"Next friday, 10:30, sure".
-"I was thinking...maybe you should talk to her and explain that...of course you will be there, but if you are not able to make it is due to your work".
-"But I will be there".
-"I know, I know, it's just...we never know when a case might pop up. Remember the Spring Festival?".
-"Oh. The bank robbery right before it...".
-"Yes, that's what I mean. That time was easy because I was there, but this time I won't...".
-"I will talk to her". He said after a few seconds of silence. -"But I'll be there, no matter what".
That day, Tessa and her class made a craft for their fathers. All the little kids were drawing in a small paper square that would become a keychain for Father's Day. Some of them were drawing hearts, others were doing stick figures. Tessa drew her dad carrying her over his shoulders and a bunch of hearts around. Her artwork was a little abstract, but understandable for a 5 year old.
-"All right". Ms. Luna said in a sweet voice. Tessa really loved her teacher. -"I am going to take your drawings and we will give them back to our dads as a key chain during the festival!".
-"My daddy said he will come, but he's working and if he doesn't show up it is because he has to fight some bad guys. Bad guys don't respect days or time". Tessa rushed to repeat what Jay tried to explain to her earlier in the morning when he was taking her to school.
-"It's ok". Her teacher laughed a bit. -"Sometimes parents can't make it and it's ok. That doesn't mean they don't want to or that they don't love us".
The class rehearsed the song they would sing at intervals throughout the rest of the day. Tessa never missed the opportunity to repeat the information going around her head: "My dad said he's coming, but if he's not here it means he's working" or "My daddy is fighting the bad guys and bad guys they don't respect days or time" or "He will be here, but if he's not here, that means he's on the streets. He makes Chicago safe". Her friends were amazed whenever she repeated those statements. She did understand what her father told her, but she didn't really comprehend.
The day was here. You dropped Tessa at school, she was all excited. Before she entered the building you reminded her: "If it happens that daddy is not here or he's late, remember he's fighting the bad guys".
Jay was already in the bullpen, everything was strangely calmed. He had talked with Voight about going out to Tessa's school and he gladly agreed.
-"Today is the day isn't it?" Hailey asked Jay as she entered the coffee room.
-"Yeah". He smirked. -"If nothing else intervenes".
-"Let's stay positive". She said remembering what had happened last Spring Festival.
It was 8:30, the day had just started when Trudy came upstairs with an urgent case.
-"That's just my luck". Jay said, rushing downstairs with his partner.
-"Let's try to make it quick". Hailey answered by putting on her coat.
At school, the kids were getting ready to go outside to start the festival. Parents were gathering outside of the building, waiting to get inside.
Students from all schools were lining up around the court. Their parents were supposed to meet them and be in front of their kid's group to hear them sing.
-"Is your dad here?" One of Tessa's friends asked.
-"I can't see him". She answered standing on tiptoe. -"But it's ok, it's because he had to fight the bad guys".
All the kids waved their fathers with excitement, some of them ran to hug them before starting the show. Jay didn't make it, but Tessa wasn't feeling bad about it...yet.
When the song finished, all the kids jumped into their fathers arms and gave them the craft they made in class as a gift for them. Tessa stood in her place, not being able to hold her tears. She was crying in silence, so between the noise and excitement around the little girl, nobody noticed her until a few minutes later. As soon as her teacher saw her, she ran towards her and hugged her tight.
-"It's ok, honey. It's ok. Your dad wanted to be here with you". She said in a very sweet and calmed voice. -"Remember he is fighting the bad guys, you said that before ''.
Some parents were moved watching the scene, but there was nothing they could do. Ms. Johnson, the school's principal, noticed the situation from afar and she joined as soon as she could. By only moving her lips, trying not to be heard, she asked Tessa's teacher if the little girl's father wasn't there. She shaked her head in disapproval when the teacher answered with a sorry face.
-"We can call your dad, Tess. That way you can hear his voice".
-"But, Ms. Johnson, he's fighting the bad guys". Ms. Luna intervened.
-"Oh!" She understood. -"Ok, but we can call him later, we'll tell him to come so you can give him your present. Would you like that?".
The little girl was an emotional mess, but agreed with her head, even though she wasn't really listening to what the adults were saying.
The emergency call for the intelligence team ended up in a shooting and that delayed detective Halstead. As soon as he finished with interviews and all the bureaucracy after this kind of situation, he ran off.
-"Go, go, go". Hailey rushed. -"I cover you".
Jay drove his truck as fast as he could, siren on. It wasn't a police emergency, but it was an emergency after all, he could deal with the consequences later. He parked in the first spot he found, even if it wasn't merely in front of the school and ran as fast as he could in a police mode to get to his baby girl. It was until he entered the building that he noticed he was still wearing the vest, gun and badge on his hip, but didn't care.
-"There he is!" Ms. Johnson pointed to Tessa's father.
-"Come on! Come on!" Ms. Luna took the little girl's hand and started running towards her dad.
-"I'm so sorry". Jay took Tessa in his arms and carried her holding her as tight as he could. She was too emotionally drained to react.
Kids around were already saying goodbye to their parents, going back to their classrooms.
-"We'll give you some time alone". Ms. Johnson informed Jay and he muttered a "thank you".
-"You can go back to the classroom when you feel ready". Ms. Luna told her student.
-"I hate the bad guys". Tessa managed to say when they were finally alone.
-"Me too". Her father said. -"I'm really, really sorry I didn't hear you sing, but I'm here right now". He wiped the tears from her cheeks.
-"I did it real good, you missed it". She said playing with the key chain in her hands.
-"I bet you did". Jay chuckled. -"What do you have there?".
-"It's a present for you. I made it for you". She extended her short arm to give it to her dad.
-"For me? Is it for my keys? I love it!"
-"It's you and me and lots of hearts. I drew it myself".
-"I can see that. It's beautiful. Thank you, sweetie". Jay's phone started ringing and he sighed when he read the text messages.
-"I have to go back to work".
-"But I don't want you to go". She started crying again.
Ms. Johnson came into the scene to help Tessa go back to her class" -"Daddy has to go back to work, sweetie. Ms. Luna and your friends are waiting for you, let's go". And she took her tenderly in her arms as her crying grew louder.
-"It's all right". Jay reassured her with a kiss. -"I love you. I'll see you at home, ok?". And she disappeared through the door.
He peeked through the classroom window to check on her before departing. He witnessed how Ms. Luna was successfully calming her down and felt a little bit more relaxed to go.
-"Thank you for coming". Ms. Johnson told him with a smile. -"For real".
With a heavy heart, he got into his truck and before turning it on, he hung the keychain in his keys. He inspected the tiny drawing and smiled before going back to the bullpen.
Thanks for reading. If you liked it, it would help my soul if you give it a ♡, comment or share. 😌♡
#chicago pd#chicago pd imagine#Jay Halstead#Jay Halstead x reader#Jay halstead x Y/N#Jay Halstead imagine#Jay Halstead one shot#Jay Halstead x you#kevin atwater#One chicago#One chicago one shot#Jay Halstead x daughter
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Carving Pumpkins With The Demon Brothers (Ft. GN!MC)
Warning: questionable actions/slight gore if you squint on Lucifer's part, knives
A/N: Happy Halloween everybody! Sorry I'm posting this rather late (depending on where you are), but I figured some nice headcanons to wrap up the holiday wouldn't be too bad. This post is instead of the very dark Halloween fics I had mentioned earlier, because once I started working on them I found myself getting unnerved and didn't want to do my comfort characters like that. I guess I stick to writing fluff for a reason lol. Still though, enjoy the headcanons, please let me know if I missed any warnings, and happy Halloween!
–Ethereal :D
Lucifer:
Manages to keep his area the neatest through the whole ordeal
You guys had spread newspaper on the floor to keep the floor from getting dirty, somehow his doesn't have a single seed on it.
He saves all the pulp and seeds to cook with later.
He also succeeds in cleaning his pumpkin out the best.
He doesn't seem like the crafty type, but somehow every cut he makes is perfect.
He ends up somehow carving the most terrifying thing you've ever seen.
Those guts coming out of its mouth are...a bit too realistic.
You decide not to ask.
Mammon:
Makes the most mess out of everyone.
His newspaper is absolutely covered with pulp and seeds, and so is the floor.
Despite your instructions to save the insides to cook with later, most of his end up in the trash.
He doesn't seem like the crafty type, and he's not.
He doesn't trace out his design whatsoever ahead of time, he just goes in and hopes for the best.
He decides to go with a classic jack-o-lantern.
His ends up being a little bit wonky, with a lot of uneven cuts and very unsymettrical.
But overall, not too bad.
Leviathan:
He also makes a mess, though not anywhere near as bad as Mammon.
Doesn't do the best job of cleaning out his pumpkin, but that's only because he's super duper excited to get to the carving part.
He's the most crafty of the brothers, and has had to use knives before while working on details for his cosplays.
So he's actually very good at getting it to cooperate with him.
Prior to you guys actually sitting down to carve them, he already drew out a bunch of different designs, picked one, and practiced with an exacto knife and some foam ahead of time.
The most prepared, honestly.
He ends up carving a perfect recreation of Ruri-Chan in a witch outfit.
Satan:
Also made very little mess.
Only ends up with a few seeds and bits of pulp on the ground and saves the rest for you.
Unsurprisingly, he ends up carving a cat.
He starts by cutting out the body and head, meaning a large cat-sized hole in the pumpkin.
You assume that means his won't have a face, but he continues carving whiskers, eyes and a nose out of the piece he'd carved out.
Then he enchants the carved pieces to float in place.
His cat turned out a bit wonky, but honestly you're so distracted by him casually using magic for this sort of thing you hardly notice.
Asmodeus:
He was super excited to do this, and managed to cut out the "lid" just fine.
Then he saw you and his brothers begin to scoop out the pulp, and he just...flat out refused.
That part was far too icky for him.
You and Satan had to help him scoop out the pulp and completely replace all his newspaper before he'd even consider participating again.
But once you do, he's all in.
He tries to make one of those very aesthetic ones you see all the time on Devilgram.
He does very well considering how many times he's practiced (which is zero) but he's a little disappointed with how it came out.
Beelzebub:
Is also very excited for this, because once you guys save the pulp and seeds, you guys can make snacks with them later. As a result, he's very careful with scooping it out.
But he's happy to do this activity first.
Good news is, he's super strong! He manages to cut through it without any issues.
Unfortunately he uses so much strength that his cuts become a bit too forceful, and he accidentally smashes the first pumpkin.
On attempt two, he's much more careful.
Still though, he's not the most crafty person. He probably just does something very basic.
Cuts are slightly wonky, but overall turns out pretty well.
Belphegor:
He also hardly made a mess while carving his pumpkin.
Mainly because he didn't do it.
He had cut out the top part, and was about to start on the face when you pointed out he hadn't cleaned out the inside of his pumpkin yet.
He honestly didn't see the point of cleaning out the inside, people were looking at the outside anyways, weren't they?
But Beel immediately offered to clean it out as to not let any of the food go to waste.
So he figured...why not let Beel do all the hard parts?
All he really did was cut out the top part and draw his design. Beel carved it for him.
As a result, his and Beel's look almost identical.
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I'm back with more PJO/Riordanverse headcanons! Some of these are also just ways I would have done things after seeing then in new perspectives. This'll probably be a long post so I'll put this all under the cut.
Imma start with the headcanons!
Malcolm and Jake were actually dating for a while but only told everyone after Nico and Will both came out.
Adding on to my Genderfluid Percy headcanon from before, Percabeth are both bi so Annabeth doesn't mind.
Mitchell came around during the Sea of Monsters quest and Lacy came at the same time as Drew due their mortal parents living in the same area since they go to the same school
Clovis has actually been at the camp nearly the same amount of time as Annabeth due to his sleep powers hindering his mortal mothers life, she left on the hill.
Thalia and Grover set up small hidden demigod camps for quests since it's common for monsters to destory your supplies. They are able to do this because they travel a lot.
Percy, and Annabeth often invite Will and Nico over so they can help eachother with eachothers Tartarus experiences.
Percy and Annabeth consider Nico a little brother and let him stay over at anypoint once they have their own home.
Every year Percy has three birthday parties. One at camp courtesy of his fellow campers, one at his home with his closest friends, and his family, and one with his cousins where they go out. Often the one from hosted by Sally and Paul is the only one actually on his birthday. The other two often happen the next day.
After Jason's death Leo and Piper decided to start meeting up at least once durung the school year, to check up on eachother. They are sometimes joined by others.
Percy knows how to cook, on the other hand Annabeth is not the best at cooking.
Clarisse and Percy spar together for fun when either of them need a break from everything else in life.
Clarisse often treats Will like a little brother because of how young he was when he became head medic and how many times he healed her despite her rude words at first.
Magnus and Annabeth have meetups almost every month, occasionally Percy and/or Alex will tag along. Annabeth and Percy have yet to tell Camp.
Percy and Annabeth also often meet up with Carter and Sadie for food. They like to check up on the younger kids. Percaveth had yet to tell Camp about these two as well.
When Sally and Paul want a date amnight and Percy and Annabeth aren't available the rest of the seven or Nico and Will are open to babysitting Estelle so the two can still go out. Everyone loves Estelle.
Now for the changed storylines.
I would have had Percy and Annabth stand up for Nico more during the deabte to go save him from the jar as they have know him since he was ten and it just makes sense.
Caleo but platonic. I've seen many points made by others where it shows Caleo isn't the best and honestly it is a bit strange to resolve Leo's arc by giving him a romantic relationship with an immortal much older than him. So instead of having them date, I'd have them bond over them both having bad luck with relationships and give them a sibling relationship.
I would have Drew be mentioned much earlier, give her a big relationship with Silena. She's always with her sister, looking up to her. She was always kinda of a mean girl but she masks her sorrow about Silena with more hate.
Talk about Jason's missing memories more. He never fully got his back, have him ask Reyna about his life, and Thalia about their mother.
I would make Ares just... Less the way Rick made him. He respects girls in his myths, he supports the Amazons. Yet he abuses his daughter? Have him be a supportive father that just hates other demigods cause they think of him as mindless war disrespect his children.
Similarly I would change Hera. Yes, it makes sense for her to dislike Thalia and maybe other big three children because of the myths. But not any other demigods. She, along with being the goddess of marriage and childbirth, is also the goddess of family and women. So many demigods have horrible families, let her support them discreetly by allowing her cabin to be the cabin for unclaimed campers, or perhaps by leading young demigods to Artemis so she can help them get to camp.
More seafam shit. Percy and Triton bonding, Percy meeting his other godly siblings other than Kym, Amphitrite getting to know Percy and acting like a stepmother, etc, etc. I need more of this.
That's all I have for now! I may post an au ideas post soon. I have many aus, some inspired by fics and some are completely made up of my own dumb thoughts.
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Misfits (yeah like the Arcane song)
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Summary: From the dark musty cell of Stillwater all the way to the very base of Firelights, but where to from there? Guess you'll just have to let fate lead you.
Author's note: So another break happened, but I'm still alive and I still have a lot of chapters to post so here you go!! :]
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You had the box secured in a pocket of your pants, hidden from the eyes of anyone, the whiskey bottle on the other hand was still sticking out a little. A bang echoed through the sewer tunnels as you came to the hideout entrance. When it was left unanswered for a few moments, you secured your hoverboard on your back and pressed into the round rock. With a lot of effort it finally moved and you slipped in before the stone could squish you as it rolled back into it's place.
You looked around, taking note of anyone who was present and what they were doing. Ekko was nowhere to be seen, which was probably a good thing in that moment. Your hoverboard stayed on your back and you walked up the stairs leading around the tree, through the interrogation room's balcony and to you own room. The doors flung open and you went inside, locking them behind you. You took the box with shimmer vials out of your pocket and luckily, it was undamaged. One of your desk's drawers became its hiding place, in hopes that noone exept you ever needed to open it.
You left your room and flew down towards the ground, looking for something to do, maybe play tag with the kids and practice your new skill? Or ask Scar for a fighting training? Actually, where was he? And where was Ekko? And some more of the older members. Your eyes set on two kids sitting nearby, giggling at something.
"Hey, do yall know where everyone is?"
You waved and flew over to them, hopping off your board and letting it lay on the ground.
"They're taking down a shimmer shipment, hopefully they'll all be back before dark."
You nodded and left the kids to be, promising that if they wanted to, you could all play something. Alright, the punching bag it is. It was a little while since you've practised with it, so it wouldn't hurt. You drew a few deep breaths and bore your eyes into in, clenching your palms into fists and beginning to lay a punch after punch. Your feet moved with the direction of the bag, stepping aside and imagining it was Silco who you were hitting. Your blows begun to get increasingly stronger and sweat started to trickle down your face.
Shallow breath forced you to take a break. You started to slowly pace around the bag and wipe sweat off your face, noticing you have a little audience consisting of three kids, the two you talked to before and Scar's oldest daughter. They sat on the ground a few meters away and when they saw that you stopped, they ran over to you.
"[Reader]! We're hungry and everyone's out doing something, can you make us something to eat?"
You eyes widened at their request and Scar's daughter started dragging you to the kitchen.
"Me? I mean, I can try, but no promises okay?"
"We'll help you!"
"Okay, what do yall want to eat?"
"Uhhhhh, I dunno, what can we have?"
"I've got no idea, okay, let's see what's round here and think of something."
You opened a cabinet and looked around, there was an opened bag of rice, few potatoes and various other ingredients. However your eyes had a certain target, you reached in and pulled out a jar filled with noodles.
"Do yall want vegetable noodles? I should be able to cook that."
"Sure! We'll go get the vegetables!"
The two kids you talked to earlier scurried off and Scar's daughter stayed with you.
The two of you started to cook the noodles while the other kids chopped few vegetables. You handed Scar's daughter a spatula and sat her on the counter, letting her mix the noodles while you prepared a pan for the chopped up vegetables.
"While we're at it, how about we prepare food for everyone so they have something to eat when they get back?"
"Okay!"
The two ran to get more vegetables and you looked around for any spices to add to the mix, while keeping one eye on the boiling noodles.
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hello again! i wanted 2 post abt one of my fav charas bc he rlly stood the test of time and is still mostly relevant to me until today TT that someone is heishin! he's my eight-tailed fox character bc i had to, ykyk? also the first 3 pics are old drawings of heishin, like at most a year ago? when i was still conceptualizing what kind of character he was gonna be. anyway he's sort of like the dorky himbo character who values family and friends very closely and is like, romantic when you least expect him to be... so T.T anyway i shall drop his lore and kit! his lore is quite long and pretty outdated too, since i've gotten new lore inputs for his region ever since writing this backstory, but i think his story in general about being once divine would be the same. his skills in the concept art above are also outdated, since his most recent kit is very different from what i drew before. anyway thats all and i hope whoever reads this enjoys heishin :] (dividers are from @saradika-graphics)
The Almost Divine A dark blue mist eclipses the bright, ever-sunny sky of Kamigami’s Divine Palace. Needing a reliable guardian to deal with this situation, the Divine Deities created many prototype creatures. The three things they looked for in their divine guard were blinding swiftness, penetrating attacks, and some sort of distraction mechanism whenever it was fighting in groups. Among their many prototypes, one stuck out like a sore thumb: a fox who had trouble operating how it’s supposed to operate. The gods ran some tests on it, but it never seemed to engage in battle, no matter how hard they try to. All it ever does is run away, even while having all the checkmarks ticked off. One of the gods thought that it might be lacking something it wants to fight for, and did his best to rewire its brain into wanting to fight for them. Still, no effect. It boggles them how they, divine and all-powerful deities, made something that they themselves can’t even control.
Seeing all their efforts go to waste, they ultimately decide to cast down this failed prototype to the mortal realm. The god of care and love was the last it would see in the Divine Castle, as she was also the first it saw. She wished their almost defender a happy and fulfilled life, wrapping it in cloth weaved from light itself before dropping it into the clouds below. As the fox fell further and further away from heaven, it slowly started to grow more tails than it is supposed to have. One… Two… Three… Up until eight tails. When it finally landed on a forest’s cold ground in the mortal land, its brilliant cloth was blinding even the light of the moon. A poor, infertile, farmer couple happened to be passing by from the city, coming back from a long day of selling their goods. The blinding object lit up their dark path, and they were caught by surprise. Deciding to see what the foreign object was, they made their way toward it. They heard the screams of a baby getting louder the more they got closer to it. Once they reached the light, they knelt on the ground and unwrapped the peculiar shining cloth to see a human child, crying uncontrollably. Just then, eight tiny blue spirits pranced out of the cloth and twirled in the air, nodding to the couple before vanishing into thin air. They then quickly wrap the child in their arms, comforting it in their arms. They decided to name the infant Heishin after seeing the spirits from earlier.
As a young boy, Heishin was noticeably different from his playmates: he was extraordinarily fast— just a tad bit faster than a cat running, marks left on tree barks where he’d climb would be deeper than scratches and was charmingly persuading unbeknownst even to him. His parents were aware of this too, but thought he might just be “special” and dismissed the strange happenings. However, they were astounded when he had an appetite for liver. There were even times when if they wouldn’t cook him liver, he’d go out and ask their neighbors in the village for his favorite dish. As he grew older, he became odder and odder: most remarkably, his lower back started growing a small bump, and two sections of his hair started growing upwards, resembling that of a feline’s ear. One night, as Heishin was sleeping, his parents came home late from selling their goods at the market square. When they opened their bedroom door, they discovered a long protrusion coming from his slumbering body, which was wrapped in a small blanket and had its back facing them. Under the influence of curiosity and fear, they slowly crept towards him, pulling his blanket ever so slightly. Greeting them were not one, two, three, but eight fuzzy, snow-white tails. Their sudden shrieks caused Heishin to wake up, joining them in concerning revelation.
Reluctantly wanting to learn more about his past, he tags along with his parents to the city the next day and visits a library, covered in a cloak hiding his unique attributes. He impatiently goes through scrolls and flips through books until he comes upon the divine Nine-Tailed Fox. Written by a famous scholar in Kogoshi, the book “Creatures of Light” states that a ravaging eclipse is fated to come every one thousand years. This eclipse would bring with it famine, high tides, and blocks sunlight until it passes. To address this, the divine creates spirit guardians to aid the mortals and help them defend their paradise. One of the guardians who were different from the others was the Nine-Tailed Fox, who could traverse both the mortal and divine realm. It uses its powerful abilities in defending the Divine Castle, while also being able to relay important messages from heaven to humans. The book also adds that the Nine-Tailed Fox has only been seen once a thousand years ago, when a farmer’s livestock was found dead, and their livers missing. Heishin treks to his parent’s market stall determined to share his newfound knowledge. The situation did not sink in with his parents yet, but they reassured him that they still love him whatever his background.
A few days pass by, and Heishin makes his way home after running errands in the market square. It was quite a lengthy walk, even for him. The moon, though eerily having a shadow, was already in the sky when he was homebound. From afar, he noticed that the door to their native farmhouse was open. He found this weird, as it would always be closed, whether anyone was home or not. He also did not see his mother cooking their dinner outside, and their livestock was all over the place. He rushed to their open house and saw their things littered all over the floor. He crept into their bedroom to see his parents shivering in a corner. An ominous man stands tall with a knife in his hand, just about to take their lives. In the doorway, Heishin’s eyes glow yellow. His tails unfurl, lighting up. Blue flames summon all around him. In the blink of an eye, he stabs the man with his fire.
As the man falls, his parents rush to hug him. They share a short affirming conversation before Heishin hears more footsteps outside. He peered outside to see a group of shadowy figures hiding in the darkness surrounding their house, with only their glowing orange eyes making their presence known. He tightly hugs his parents before telling them to hide somewhere in the house. He then jumps out the window, channeling his inner power. For the first time since his past life in the Divine Palace, he transforms into the mighty Eight-Tailed Fox. As his tails started glowing pink, he blindingly jumped from place to place and dazed the shadow figures— up in the trees, behind the trees, down on the ground, and on the roof of their house. He jumps from enemy to enemy one more time, this time swiftly leaving deep, glowing blue scratches on their human body. Then, he stops to take some breaths. He lets out a deafening howl, exploding the scratches. As his enemies fall and disappear into shadow, he transforms back into a human and rushes to find his family. In a hidden trapdoor on the living area’s ground, Heishin helps them get up. They tear up as they hug him and thank him for defending their home. Heishin still feels uneasy even after defeating the enemies and remembered how the moon looked. He quickly goes out and looks at the sky, and his thoughts were right.
Up in the empty night sky, the moon itself was eclipsed by a darker force. Heishin knew this eclipse would be tremendously more dangerous than the previous eclipses thousands of years ago. With a heavy sigh and one last hug, he tells his parents to look for a new home in the city.
“What about you?” his father asks.
“I’ll be just here, in the forest, fighting off any evil that might come to harm you,” he speaks with a soft smile.
They bid their farewells as Heishin secretly sends off a small fox spirit to watch over them. Breathing deeply, he transforms into a fox and runs off into the unlit night. The fight has just begun, and Heishin wants to make sure he’s his family’s first line of defense.
kit: Q (Mesmerizing Flames) - (passive) Every three attacks, Heishin spins around and deals damage to all enemies he hits. - (active) Heishin sends blue flames to a cone-shaped, medium-ranged direction, dealing damage to all enemies hit and burns them for 3.5 seconds. W (Exploring the Open World) - - Heishin launches himself forward and transforms into his fox form for 8 seconds, gaining a burst of decaying movement speed. Heishin can recast this skill to launch himself in the air before landing on an area, dealing damage to all enemies hit. The damage from recasting this skill affects towers, and immediately destroys towers with 10% or less HP. E (Simulation of Life) - (passive) Increases healing received. - (active) Heishin plants a rice seed on the ground. After 5 seconds, the rice can be harvested to heal the player that harvested it. The ground where the rice seed was initially planted will keep growing harvestable rice seeds until an enemy unit destroys it through basic attacking. Heishin can interact with the destroyed ground to make it fertile again. R (Divine Intervention) - Heishin leaps to an enemy in fox form, charming them for a few seconds. When recast, dashes to a direction and deal massive damage to all enemies hit. Enemies whose HP drops below 4% from this skill will be executed.
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Kingdom Reaction #3 - Valentines Date
Requested?: No
Word Count: between 210 - 270 each
A/N: Valentines Day is almost over but I still want to post this. Hope you like it :)
Happy Valentines Day (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) ~Admin J
Dann: Dinner Date
Dann invites you over for Dinner, promising to cook all your favorite foods. You can tell he's trying hard by how the table is already set up when you arrive. A new white tablecloth, scented candles and rose petals spread around it.
A promising scent is filling the air as you follow him to the kitchen. It's kind of funny seeing him rush around the kitchen making sure everything is going well, it's hard not to lose track of things in this kind of rush.
"Dann you already added salt to that one." You stop him from pouring salt into one of the pots. "Oh." He scratches his neck kind of embarrassed about his mistake. Honestly he's not a great cook but he wanted to try his best for you. "Let me help." You give him an assuring smile before taking the wooden spoon out of his hand and starting to stir the sauce.
Even though Dann wants to protest in the beginning you tell him it's way more fun to cook together than just watching him, so he gives in eventually and the two of you start preparing dinner side by side.
"Put this on. We don't want your clothes to get dirty. You look really pretty by the way." He helps you put on an apron over your outfit adding in a compliment he forgot to give you earlier because he was too focused on cooking.
In the end the two of you got to enjoy the delicious food you made together, the candles on the table slowly burning down as the evening moves on.
Arthur: Cinema Date
Arthur would be very sneaky about it, at first telling you he's busy with work there's no way he could schedule a Valentines Date. But that's just Arthur being the little tease he is, because he knows fully well he's gonna show up at your door later to pick you up for a surprise date.
You're shocked to see him standing there with a cheeky smile holding out a bouquet of flowers to you. At first you consider giving him the cold shoulder for making you sad about not seeing him on Valentines Day but the flowers are so pretty you give in.
"I thought you didn't have time for me?" You pouted as you took the flowers from his hand to put them in a vase. "You know I always have time for you." Arthur pulls you into a hug lightly swaying you from side to side.
"Look what else I got!" He pulls out two movie tickets from his pocket with a bright smile. You excitedly jumped, the last few weeks you had been telling him about how you wanted to go to the cinema again, since it's been quite a while.
Honestly you couldn't care less about what kind of movie you were watching. You were just happy you had Arthur right next to you, sharing popcorn and occasionally sneaking glances at each other, smiling like fools when your eyes met.
The original disappointment of thinking you had to spent Valentines Day alone completely forgotten.
Mujin: Painting Date
Mujin would want to do something artsy, at the end of the date he wants to have something he can look at and remember how much fun he had. So he takes you out to paint.
You're supposed to paint something that reminds you of him, just as he will paint what reminds him of you, but somehow you have no idea how to start. There are so many things that come to mind when you think of Mujin.
"Don't look!", Mujin screeches hiding his painting from your sight line. You laugh at his behavior, he's cute and now you're really curious about his painting.
You start your drawing by adding colors that remind you of Mujin and then using all your creativity to make shapes out of them. As you're starting to get really focused you're suddenly distracting by something wet on your arm.
Mujin is giggling at your surprised expression as you admire the little heart he drew with blue paint. "Oh you're gonna get that back." Dipping your pen into the red paint in front of you you draw a matching heart on his arm, he doesn't complain about it, he thinks it's cute you're matching now.
When you finally show your paintings to each other, your mesmerized by Mujin's painting. It's so pretty. Mujin thinks the same way about yours, as he looks at it with admiration. He'll definitely put this close to his bed so he can see it every morning.
Louis: Arcade Date
He wants to have a lot of fun with you, so he takes you to an arcade. No matter what kind of game it is he'll definitely try it out with you.
"I can't believe I lost again." Louis whines as he puts down the little plastic gun. You laugh patting his back to cheer him up. Your score significantly higher than his. "There's something wrong with the gun." He complains only making you laugh harder as you lead him away to a different kind of game.
The next game you play is a dancing game and suddenly Louis forgot all about his frustration of losing to you before as he mercilessly beats you at dancing. Even breaking the high score of the machine.
You play all kinds of other games before deciding it's finally time to go home. But you're not making it far as you stop just around the corner at a little claw machine. The little puppy plushies inside are too cute to ignore.
"They look like you." You point out to Louis who doesn't really see the resemblance but he can tell how much you want one of them and the way you excitedly hug him when he makes it after many tries is enough for him to forget about all the money he just spend.
Ivan: Café Date
You're going to your favorite café, which is holding an event for couples. Not only do you get a discount but you can also take Valentines Day themed pictures at the small photo booth they put up, plus they added some special foods and drinks for the event.
"Do you want to have the strawberry?" Ivan offers you the strawberry from his chocolate tart. You lean forward so he can feed it to you. Ivan's cheeks are glowing red a little embarrassed from the pda, but everyone else around you was busy with their own partners so what was the big deal?
Your eyes light up as you take the first sip of your drink "Oh my god! It's so good! You have to try this." You hold out the drink to him so he takes a little sip from the straw pointing towards him.
Ivan's heart skips a beat and he's unsure if it's because of the indirect kiss or because the drink really is as good as you told him.
The effect even small actions like this have on him flusters him, but it's also exciting and he hopes you have many more of these moments together, as he happily watches you dig into your own tart after offering him a bite as well.
Hwon: Animal Café Date
He takes you to an animal café. Deciding on the bunny one for this day. As soon as you walk through the door, both of you are gushing about the cuteness of the small animals hopping around. "They're so cute." You squeal shaking Hwon's arm excitedly.
The two of you decide to get some food to feed the animals, before getting something for yourself. It's adorable seeing how the tiny animals swarm around Hwon who seems like a giant next to them.
Hwon bends down to feed the bunnies and you can't help but sneak a picture of the interaction, before joining him. You're having such a great time playing with the bunnies you almost forget about your drinks that you put on one of the tables to make sure the bunnies wouldn't reach it.
That's until Hwon stands up to take a sip. "Do you want to drink too?" He asks. You nod, but gesture to the tiny bunny that had climbed on your lap to signal to him you couldn't stand up. Instead he brings you the drink, even holding it for you as you sip on it.
Before leaving you decide to buy some matching pink bunny ears from the café shop and the picture of Hwon surrounded by bunnies becomes your new lock screen.
Jahan: Home Date
The two of you decide to stay in for Valentines day being the most comfortable being alone with each other. Ordering all your favorite foods you have a great dinner.
Afterwards starting a round of Wii bowling. "How do you keep on getting Strikes? What's your secret?" You pout pointing at the Strike banner once again coming up on Jahan's turn. You're pretty sure you cant even close in on his score anymore, no matter how hard you try.
He laughs at your outrage before handing over the controller for your turn and sitting down to watch you play, "You have to turn your hand while throwing." He explains but there's still three pins standing after your try. They're standing in a literally impossible position.
After a few more rounds you decide it's enough competition and you settle down under a blanket on the sofa before pulling out Animal Crossing. You visit each others islands and show each other around explaining certain design choices and also the other presents.
There's some light music playing in the background as you cuddle closer into Jahan's side, you put down your switch a while ago now you're just watching him play. It's not much or anything special for a Valentines Date but it's a beautiful time for you because you get to spend it with Jahan.
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*Patch Notes 8/22/23*
A lot has happened. Many improvements have been been made that probably deserve their own posts. Did a lot of back sliding, attempts at recovery, and more back sliding. Also kept forgetting this blog existed.
CURRENT GOALS:
Clean and organized apartment
Time and suitable environment to focus on art
Being caught up enough on responsibilities and housework that I can feel comfortable spending time on video games and anime
Making a less stressful environment for my cats
Time for and Accessibility of Proper Nutrition
Get to bed earlier
Get up when my alarm goes off
Toying with the idea of setting up an online shop for like stickers and junk
Stuff Done Yesterday & Today:
Clean and organized apartment
Stacked the white boards and cork boards that have been floating around the apartment since I moved in neatly behind the recliner in the living room. I won't have to move them again unless I'm (finally) putting them up.
Made progress cleaning in kitchen
Made progress cleaning in study
Slapped a label saying "SPARE PARTS" on a drawer of a plastic storage unit in my basement so, once I find where they are, all the little baggies of spare hardware/accessories/parts for various appliances and pieces of furniture (THAT I HAVE BEEN SO GOOOD AT LABELNG. WHERE ARE THEY?!) will have a home. Baggies Found: 5/??
Slapped a "MANUALS" label on another drawer so now I have a place for them too
Arranged the shelving units in the basement so I can actually see and access shit easily
Time and suitable environment to focus on art
Cleared off the folding table that's been piled with papers and junk for 6 months
Cleared off my desk
Cleared off most the floor of my study
Drew plans for a U-Shaped desk that I think would help. Not sure if I'm going for it. Won't have a chance to build it until late September anyway.
My current desk has a riser shelf that I took off a while ago, thinking it would give me more useable space (it did not). I have a worklight I bought at goodwill a couple weeks ago that I intended to use for a workbench I'm most likely not going to build. It just fits under the riser, but its power cord comes out the center of the back, which puts it at odds with the riser support bar. So I drilled a hole in the riser support bar. I don't think the bits I have are meant to be used on metal, but I got it to work somehow. And after some hack-sawing and filing, and some more hack sawing and filing because I didn't account for the nut at the base of the power cord, it works pretty well!
Rearranged my furniture a bit. Trying an L-shaped desk set up
Being caught up enough on responsibilities and housework that I can feel comfortable spending time on video games and anime
Put on an episode of anime while eating lunch
Finally tumbled and folded the sheets that have been in the dryer for, like, two weeks
Washed a load of darks
Making a Less Stressful Environnment for my Cats
Cleared floor space in living room, kitchen and study
Moved chair I was going to donate back into kitchen so they can sit with me instead of me moving them off my chair
Making effort to clean/rearrange things in a calmer fashion so Maou freaks out less
Time for and Accessibility of Proper Nutrition
Washed a shit ton of dishes, focusing on the takeout containers I use for ready-made meals
Cleaned the fridge out. Got rid of food that had gone bad (oh god it was gross) and washed off spills
Made a start on organizing cabinets so I can find the dishes and containers need when i need them.
Cooked rice, chicken, and vegetables and arranged them in microwavable containers so I can h eat them quick later
Get to bed earlier
Brought in water bottles from car and stocked under bed
Put empty water bottles in recycling
Cleared a bunch of stuff that's been covering the floor for ages
Moved my headboard power strip to the other side so I can have my white noise machine and bed lamp closer to my head
Get up when my alarm goes off
Set up an anime I really want to rewatch on DVD player in kitchen, so I can watch it while eating breakfast. Hoping this motivates me to get ouut of bed.
Logged into Crunchyroll on android box for the same reason. Looking for HiDive password.
Toying with the idea of setting up an online shop for like stickers and junk
Made a vague plan. Most of it depends on me actually neatly finishing art on purpose. Im good at making art. Finishing art neatly and on purpose are my weak points (My strong point is bullshit that looks pretty good). Should probably revisit this idea when I'm further along with "Time and suitable environment to focus on art"
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10:00pm / Happy Birthday
About: It’s Jack’s Birthday and you planned something special.
Warnings: Marriage problems, infidelity, alcohol.
Rating: 18+
Characters: Agent Whiskey x Reader
Note: You wanna see some real speed boy? (Months of not posting and two chapters in less then 24 hours. Whack.)
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“Hi Jack, it’s....” you glance over at the clock on the stove, checking the time. “It’s ten. I’m calling to see when you’ll be home. Okay, love you, bye.” You played the message back, cringing a little at the way your words slurred together, but sent it, anyway.
You reached over to pour yourself another glass of wine. It was your third one, but you were already feeling the effects. He said he would be home at seven. If you knew he was going to work overtime tonight, you wouldn’t have spent all day rushing around.
Your stomach hurt just thinking about the tray of lasagna and birthday cake you spent hours working on. Still though, you wanted to wait to eat until he got home.
This year had to be better than the last. You doubted whether you could make it through another twelve months of silence. Plus, with the whole Ezra thing, you needed a grand gesture to show that you were willing to work on this. He cared for you; he had said it. He loved you. He would always love you, and although he looked through you as if peering at a specter, you believed him. You hadn’t been the best wife these last few months, so you felt as though you owed him this.
Tonight was just for him, and everything had been prepared perfectly. His favorite movie on the TV, beers in the fridge, birthday gift all wrapped on the nightstand upstairs. Months ago, he mentioned a pair of cuff links his father used to wear while the two of you were combing through old photo albums you had found in the attic. They were square, with yellow gold trim and two crossed six-shooter pistols set into a background of black onyx.
Jack’s father left when Jack was nine, and one of the few happy memories he had was the day his father brought home his first suit for Sunday mass. His father taught him how to make sure his shirt wasn’t creased, how to wear a necktie, comb his hair back with gel, and finally the importance of cuff links.
While looking over the photograph, Jack had mentioned liking the style of the cuff links in passing, but you could see they held quite a bit of emotional value. After that, you had spent weeks tracking down the exact set. With the help of a Reddit board, a few antique shop owners and one generous seller on Etsy, you secured a pair identical to those in the photograph.
Keeping the secret had been tough. You almost let it slip a few times, but you will yourself to go on a little longer. The surprise would be that much more meaningful if you gave it to him on his birthday…. if he ever planned to show up, that is.
As you finished another glass, you stood from the table and walked into the guest bathroom to reapply your lipstick. A few hours ago, your makeup was perfect, but it was now looking smudged. You tried to fix it as best you could while the room around you spun.
You had one of his dress shirts, with thigh-high stockings and a new lilac set of lingerie you bought specifically for this occasion, and heels you took off about three hours ago. You felt so incredibly ugly looking at your reflection, and you weren’t sure why. A few hours ago you were on top of the world, now you were willing yourself not to cry.
Once you were done touching up your lipstick, you grabbed another glass of wine and took a seat on the couch. It was then your phone buzzed, and a number you recognized popped up on the screen.
You picked it up, becoming aware of how fast your heart was beating in your chest. “Hello?”
“Little bird?” Ezra’s voice came floating over the receiver. “Forgive me for calling at this hour, but I was becoming worried about your lack of response to my messages. Noticed your car in town today on my way to work and I wanted to make sure you were alright.”
You felt guilt grip tightly at your chest. He had sent you a few texts since the night of the shooting. You couldn’t bring yourself to respond. This man was bad for you. It didn’t matter how much you liked him; you were a married woman trying to work on your relationship. Ezra knew that, he should respect you and understand why you weren’t jumping to text him back.
“I’m fine” your aid.
He paused, hearing the way you were slurring your words. “Little bird-”
“Stop fucking calling me that,” you snapped, anger rising out of you from nowhere. “I’m not your little bird, okay? I have a fucking name.”
Ezra seemed incredibly taken off guard “my apologies-”
“And I need you to stop texting me and calling me. Whatever the fuck you think we had, we didn’t. You were convenient, that’s all. I think it’s seriously creepy how you keep trying to hit on me when you know I’m married. Seriously, go find yourself a real fucking girlfriend and stop trying to ruin my marriage.”
The silence that followed was deafening, so you continued, “okay? Please get out of my life.”
“Understood,” he said simply. “Have a nice night.”
You hung up the phone and threw it onto the other side of the couch.
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It was nearly 5:00am when Jack finally came through the door. The first thing he noticed was the half empty bottle of wine left open on the table, then you, asleep on the couch. He set down his satchel and locked the door behind him. Then he went around, shutting out the lights, then the tv. Once he was done, he sat next to you and rubbed your arm to wake you up.
His patience was running thin. He had wished you up in bed by the time he got home, asleep, so he didn’t have to deal with any of this. “‘Y/n’ come on. Time to go to bed.”
You drew in a slow breath and blinked at him as you woke. You could still feel the effects of the alcohol burning bright. “What time is it?” you mumbled, sitting up.
“Come on, I’m gonna pick you up. Ready?”
You nodded and allowed him to stand you up and put you over his shoulder. You noticed how his shirt was untucked in the back.
Once in the bedroom, he laid you down on the bed. He moved towards the closet but took his hand and stood. He sighed in annoyance and moved his face away as you wrapped your arms around him.
“Happy birthday,” you smiled, the heat from the alcohol making your face feel warm.
“Not my birthday anymore,” he said, trying to gently pull away from you.
Some part of you knew you were making a fool out of yourself. “I got a gift for you-”
He shook his head. “You’re disgusting.”
The words stung. You let go, your eyes widening, like you were about to cry. Then you realized what he thought you meant by gift. He knew you were too drunk to sleep with, so implying that he would have offended him.
You laughed, trying to smooth over the awkwardness. “No, not like that. I’m sorry about - I. I drank when I was cooking because I thought you would be home earlier.” You noticed a smudge of pink on the inside of his collar. Then you noticed he wasn’t wearing a tie either. You lifted your hand, intending to touch it “What’s-”
He jerked back, then turned, going into the bathroom and slamming the door shut behind him. You jumped at the sound and the way it made the photos hung on the wall rattle. You weren’t exactly sure what you did or saw to deserve a response like that.
When you heard the shower turn on, you figured you would get ready for bed yourself, but before you did, you withdrew the gift from the nightstand and placed it on his side of the bed. After that, you made your way to the guest bathroom to take off your makeup, then back downstairs to heat up some food. Nausea was already beginning to set in. You needed something in your stomach. While you were down there, you made a point to pack some leftovers in Tupperware containers that he could grab on his way out the door in the morning.
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You slept in the guest room that night, figuring it was best to allow him space. He left before you woke, but you could have sworn you felt the mattress dip sometime in the morning and a soft touch come up to smooth down your hair. It could have very well been a dream though. The hangover was a bad one, and it was times like this you realize your age was catching up with you more quickly then you would like to acknowledge. Your plan for the rest of the day was to clean, mostly because you didn’t know what else to do and if you sat mulling over the events of last night it would just make you sad.
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Walk Me Home
Chapter 3 of In Breakable Heaven! I don’t love this chapter, but it felt necessary. idk. Everything picks up in the next one!
Summary: It’s pretty much all in the title!
Warnings: confronting a cheating ex
Word Count: ~2200
“You really didn’t need to walk me home. I didn’t mean to make you leave earlier than you wanted.” You said as you walked next to Spencer.
“Trust me. I’m normally home by now anyway.” He replied easily. You shifted closer as you thought about the buildings surrounding your apartment complex.
“Where do you live?” You blurted out, unable to think of anything else to say.
“Oh, I live in Langham Apartments.” He replied. You thought about the name, recognizing it as you had toured there when you first moved to DC.
“Isn’t that North of Penelope’s though?” You said, double checking you were walking south toward your own apartment.
He sighed. “Yes… I know what you’re thinking. Your place is definitely not on the way to mine, but I didn’t want you to walk by yourself and I didn’t think you would let me walk with you unless you thought it was convenient for me. More than 70% of violent crimes happen at night, and midnight to 1:00 AM is the busiest hour for many of those crimes.” You stopped walking, turning him to look at you by grabbing his hands. “Thank you.” You said it with as much sincerity as possible, wanting him to know how much you really appreciate the action.
You dropped one hand so he could turn back around, but held the other as you walked down the street in a comfortable silence. You were still drunk enough to not think anything of the innocent act. A cat ran out in front of you, scaring you in your still tipsy state. You jumped into Spencer, with your hands grabbing his arm, and you pulled yourself closer to him. He laughed as he saw the source of your sudden fear. Shuffling past the feline, you didn’t make any effort to distance yourself from him. If anything, you leaned on him more as you grew tired throughout the walk.
You didn’t want to say goodbye as you arrived home. Spencer, being the incredibly intelligent and observant person he is, felt you tense beside him as you turned the corner and your building came into view. “Are you okay?” He asked as your grip on his arm tightened.
“Yeah, I just… it was a lot easier to think I would be able to get rid of all his stuff before actually having to look at it.” You replied.
You saw something flash across Spencer’s face before he stuttered “I, uh, I guess, I could, um, go up with you, uh, if you think it’ll help.” You turned to him, a small grin slowly spreading across your face.
“That would be amazing. I just don’t think I can be alone right now.” You were entering the elevator, pressing the button for the fourth floor before returning to cling to his arm.
Nothing could have prepared you for the sight in front of you as the elevator doors opened. You held tighter to Spencer’s arm as you realized it was Drew standing in front of your apartment door. He looked almost sad, but quickly shifted to anger as he glanced down at your hands around Spencer’s arm. “Drew, I don’t want you here. I want to move on from my life and pretend like you were never in it.” You could feel the tears pooling in your eyes, threatening to escape as you confronted Drew.
“I came to apologize, but obviously you already found someone to move on with. You were probably already sleeping with him.” Drew’s words felt like a whip hitting you in the face.
“How. Dare. You.” You spit back at him, the tears giving away to pure hatred. “You are not even the least bit sorry. God. You don’t get to yell at me for having a friend- that’s right A FRIEND, help me through the complete bullshit you’ve put me through. You are the one who cheated on me. On our fucking anniversary. You don’t get to spin this around and act like I’m a bad person for trying to forget you. Get the hell out of my apartment building or so help me god I will…” You trailed off, not knowing what you could possibly say that would intimidate him.
“You’ll what? You can’t do anything to me Y/N.” Drew’s eyes were cold and careless as he laughed at your rage.
“She actually can. She can file a restraining order.” Spencer started. “You see, I work for the FBI in a unit that specializes in catching the world’s worst criminals. We’ve handled our fair share of stalking cases. I will not hesitate to see you prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law if you so much as think about contacting her again.” Spencer’s eyes were hard. He was staring down at Drew as if he were invincible. You clung to him as Drew muttered “Yeah, whatever. Like I’d waste my time on her anyway” before leaving.
You forced a smile on your face as you walked into your apartment and looked at Spencer. You wanted to be happy that he’s gone, completely out of your life, but you just felt empty. You have experienced way too many emotions for one night and you know exactly what you need right now. Rushing over to your speaker, you turn it on and pull up your Taylor Swift playlist for when you are feeling everything all at once. What can you say, the woman really knows how to write emotions. As you hear the soft music of this is me trying begin to play, you sink into the couch and start crying.
Spencer shuffles over from where you left him by the door. As he sits next to you, unsure of what to do next. He’s not really sure why you put on this song. It sounds like it will only play into your upset state. You know you just need to flush yourself of the emotions before ridding your life of him entirely. Instead of asking about the music, he surprises both of you by pulling you into his lap and rubbing circles on your back. The small gesture is so kind that you start crying even harder, remembering how nice you thought Drew was. You aren’t sure how long you cry for before you eventually fall asleep.
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Reid’s POV
Spencer wasn’t sure why he was so set on walking you home, but upon seeing your reaction to Drew standing outside your door, he’s very glad he did. He’s never really been an intimidating person, but there was some instinctual feeling in him to protect you. Not that he thinks you need protection. He just knows you are in an emotionally fragile state and the man who put you there just accused you of the exact thing he had done hours before. It was pretty messed up. Maybe that is why he threw all his rules out the window for you.
He really doesn’t understand the choice of music. Although, it does cover a range of emotions. The only thing he is completely sure about is that he never wants to see you this sad ever again. Maybe that is why he pulls you into his lap. You clearly need comfort right now, and it would be worse if he just awkwardly left. His barrier to touch has never been broken down so easily. It takes a lot of getting to know someone before Spencer would ever even consider shaking their hand.
The songs shift from gut-wrenchingly sad to sweetly reminiscent to seductive before he’s sure you’ve fallen asleep. Every time he tries to stop rubbing your back, the softest whimper leaves your lips. At least, that’s what he tells himself as he drifts off, dreaming about meeting you under happier circumstances.
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Y/N POV
In typical fashion after a night of drinking, you wake up around 6:30 wide awake. As your eyes adjust to the dim light, you notice you are still on the couch, but now laying down, with Spencer’s arms still wrapped around you. He looks so adorable sleeping. You slowly untangle yourself from him, so as not to wake him up, before walking into the kitchen for some water. It’s always good to hydrate, even if you don’t ever feel the hangover.
You began thinking about what you could do to thank Spencer for everything he did last night. Not to mention you forced him to sleep on the couch. You settled on breakfast, but you knew if you started cooking you would wake him up. After finally deciding on a plan, you quickly get dressed. You grabbed your keys and left a post it on the door saying you would be right back, just in case he woke up before you returned.
You quickly ran across the street to your favorite diner. Not knowing what Spencer would like, you order pancakes, French toast, an omelet, two different breakfast skillets, a sandwich, and sides of bacon, sausage, and toast. While you’re waiting for the order, you walk farther down the street to the small coffee shop you frequent. Again, you could only guess how Spencer liked his coffee so you ordered your usual mocha with extra sugar, a cold brew, and a hot black coffee. After collecting your drinks, you make your way back to the diner to pick up the food.
It is a struggle to re-enter your apartment with all the food you just bought in your hands. When you finally push the door open, you see a confused Spencer sitting up on the couch glancing in your direction. He glances at the bags in your hands and his confusion only grows. With his help, you finally manage to set everything down on the counter. “Coffee?” You ask, gesturing to the cups.
“Which one is for me?” he chuckles. “Oh! Right, I got a few different kinds since I didn’t know what you’d like. You can just take your pick and I’ll grab one after.” You begin to unpack the food choices as he tries the first coffee. Almost instantly he gags.
“That one must be mine.” You say sheepishly as you take the cup from him. “That’s the usual response when people try my drink of choice.” He looks at you funny as he settles on a cup.
“Really? I thought that was a normal order. I just like my coffee different than pretty much everyone.”
You look at him as you take a sip of the drink, instantly spitting it into the sink that was behind you. “ew ew ew, that is black coffee. That is disgusting. Oh my god how can anyone drink that.” You chug some water to rinse the taste from your mouth. “Which coffee did you pick?” you ask as you grab the creamer and sugar to fix the monstrosity in front of you.
“The sweetest one…” Spencer looks almost shy as he admits how sweet he likes his coffee.
“Ahh, the mocha with extra sugar. That’s my go to.” You say as you dump the sixth spoonful of sugar into your dup. He stares at you in amazement as you finish stirring the now creamy looking beverage. “Much better” you exclaim after taking a sip.
“I have never met anyone who likes their coffee as sweet as I do.” Spencer has a dopey grin on his face as he looks at your cup. “It’s refreshing not to be judged for something so minute.”
“I know exactly what you mean! It’s so weird how people can think they are superior for some reason just because their taste buds don’t automatically reject the disgusting bitterness of unsweetened coffee. I mean, I’m still a perfectly capable adult even though I like sugary things. You don’t have to fit into some mold…” Your rant fades from your mind as you meet Spencer’s gaze. “Sorry, I tend to ramble.” You look sheepishly at the floor, immediately jumping into describing the foods you bought. “Now, as for breakfast. I wanted to say thank you for last night, but I wanted to make sure I got something you liked.”
You scan the array of food you’ve placed in front of you. “You can even feel free to have some of each if you want!” You say as Spencer just stares at you with a look on his face that you can’t quite place.
“You are incredible,” he says as he takes a seat and gets some food. You don’t really know how to respond to that, so you just grab some food for yourself as you sit down across from him.
Talking with Spencer during breakfast is so easy. It’s almost as if you didn’t have a major break-up less than 24 hours ago. All too soon, breakfast had come to an end and there are no more dishes to do or leftovers to clean up to stall anymore. Spencer grabs his bag and says “I should probably get going, I have a few errands to run.”
You let out a small sigh before responding “oh, yeah, of course. I wouldn’t want to keep you. Thank you again for everything yesterday. It was really nice of you.” Spencer shrugs before responding, “I just wanted to help,” turning and walking out of your apartment.
After locking the door behind him, you sink to the floor fully letting your strange mix of emotions take over. You just might need to listen to that playlist again, only now you’re feeling a range of emotions instead of just a range of sadness.
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A Touchy One
Is this incredibly self-indulgent? Yes. Am I posting this anyways? Also yes! I dug this up somewhere in my WIP folder and decided this deserves to be finished.
This is the first thing I've posted in forever, and I know (and am sorry) that it's no OWBABH update (that will come, too, I promise), but take this in the meantime. I am finally feeling like writing again, so here's to hoping I won't take as long next time. Have fun reading!
Summary: The bard is a touchy one, which is an odd travel companion to have, especially for a witcher. It isn't that Geralt minds so much as that he startled terribly the first time it happened.
Or: how two people, who do not like being touched learn to enjoy each other's closeness, featuring a sex-repulsed Jaskier and our resident grumpy witcher.
Warnings: none, as far as I’m aware
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The bard is a touchy one, which is an odd travel companion to have, especially for a witcher. It isn't that Geralt minds so much as that he startled terribly the first time it happened.
It has been scarcely more than a brush of his fingertips across his forearm, but still Geralt did jump and scoot away as if burned. He even faintly remembers growling quietly, although he's not quite sure if that was a later addition of his mind. He distinctly remembers the surprised, and slightly hurt expression on Jaskier's face, though.
After that, there has been no touching for quite some time. Until one night, when Geralt returned from a contract too tired to rid himself of his armour and simply flopped face down onto the bed in the inn they were staying at. Jaskier drew close, hesitantly hovering at his side, one hand extended. "May I?" he asked quietly.
The bard patiently waited for his grunt of approval, before hauling him upright, deftly unbuckling his armour and putting it away. Geralt was half asleep during the whole process, leaning his forehead against Jaskier's shoulder, while fighting the urge to pull him close.
The bard is a touchy one, and although that seemed odd and startled Geralt in the beginning, it now is the most natural thing in the world. Because the thing is, the bard isn't necessarily a touchy one. He is a spacey one. Comes with the profession, he guesses.
Wherever Jaskier goes, he brings a stage with him, announcing his presence with loud songs and colours as well as grand gestures, uncaring for other people's opinions. It is only natural, that with every other spread of his arms he brushes against someone. And it's also mostly natural that, as his travelling companion, those touches mostly reach Geralt.
Just as natural as touching him in return. In fact, it is the most natural thing in the world. There is seldom a moment when the bard isn't touching him, be it a hand on his forearm, an elbow nudging his side, or his dirty feet in his lap. And it isn't as if the bard is the only one to initiate that kind of intimacy. Geralt delights in throwing an arm around his friend's shoulder, steadying him with a reassuring hand on his back after he had too much to drink, or wrestling him into a river. He especially delights in waking up cuddled close to his bard, their limbs and scents intertwining, both of them too lazy to start the day.
He can't remember when that had started, if he's quite honest. He thinks it was maybe five years after they first met, that they arrived at an inn tired and battered, as well as soaking wet from the thunderstorm outside only to discover that there was only one bed left.
After tucking the witcher into bed, the bard threatened to slip from his grasp. "Jaskier," Geralt slurred after a failed attempt to grab his wrist.
"Yes, dear witcher?"
"C'me 'ere." Geralt doesn't quite remember the motion accompanied by his words, too much asleep for that already, but according to Jaskier he made 'grabby hands'. Despite that embarrassing escapade, the bard beamed and indulged him, slipping into the single bed next to him and cradling him tight to his chest. Geralt never slept so soundly in his entire life.
He thought that he would mind, if he is honest. He never liked anyone invading his space before, and Jaskier is nothing if not invading. It took them a bit to establish some boundaries, to find out what made the other snarl and pull back or vanish come morning. Geralt doesn't like his potions to be messed with and Jaskier is very protective of his notebook. Geralt prefers to be cuddled instead of doing the cuddling part and Jaskier allows no hands from his hips to his knees, although he doesn't mind waking up with Geralt draped over him from chest to toe.
Other taboos soon soften until they are abandoned completely. Like the bag-sharing ban, for example, or clothes. In the first few months of cuddles and touches, Jaskier enacted his strict shirts-and-pants-required-policy with vigour, only to be the one to ultimately forego it. Geralt still smiles at the memory.
It was an especially hot summer, maybe a decade into their acquaintance and Geralt just wrestled the bard into a clear creek. They were sodding wet, Jaskier huffing indignantly, in nothing but their smallclothes, too lazy to dry off if the sun was about to do the work anyways. Seeing him standing there, shaking his wet hair, his hands on his hips, did something funny to Geralt's stomach. As if it dropped and lifted at the same time.
Before knew what he was doing, he tossed Jaskier his clothes. "Get dressed," he ordered gruffly and spread his arms, "and come here."
Jaskier looked at the garments in his hands and sneered. "Oh, fuck no," he spat out. "You want a hug, Geralt of Rivia?" He threw the dirty clothes back at him and spread his arms. "Come and get it."
Geralt let them hit him. Although that also might have been the shock of Jaskier so readily abolishing his most adamant requirement. "You sure?"
"Yes, I'm bloody sure, you daft witcher. Now come here before I dry and start melting again."
Geralt has never been so quick to comply to a request. He lunged to tackle Jaskier to the ground, happily sprawling across him until they were both sweaty again. He was shoved off unceremoniously and then coerced into another bath in the river.
That night they didn't bother to get dressed either. Not when setting up their camp next to the creek, not when Jaskier got out his lute, not when Geralt started cooking their dinner. Certainly not when going to sleep.
Maybe it ought to feel weird. It's a weird thing to embrace your friend like a lover, is it not? It didn't, though. It doesn't. In fact, it feels like most natural thing in the world.
The bard is a touchy one. But that is not the reason why he is odd. The reason why he is odd, is his reaction to being touched in turn. He often startles and pulls away, just like Geralt has.
They are lying in bed one evening, entangled like they always are, Jaskier on Geralt's chest (the bard insisted they swap for once), Geralt carding his fingers through his bard's hair. There was a performance, earlier that day, and Jaskier made the acquaintance of a nice-looking gentleman. Geralt resigned himself already to the fact that he would go to bed alone that night.
But then, the man reached out to place a hand on Jaskier's knee. The bard froze up and a moment later he was plastered against his witcher's side, insisting they go to bed. It is a strange behaviour, although not the first time he has seen Jaskier react that way. The question burns on his tongue and, of course, Jaskier notices.
"What is it?"
Geralt tenses beneath him. Fifteen years and still not brave enough to ask. "Hm."
"Don't be daft," the bard chides, "we both know something's on your mind. Out with it."
There's no evading a determined bard, Geralt discovered that a long time ago. "You... don't like to be touched," he notices. Which is an odd thing to say to the half-naked man sprawled across his chest, with his ankles hooked around his calves. But they are odd people and an odd pair, so that's neither here nor there.
He is quiet for a long time. Such a long time, in fact, that Geralt feels the need to check with a quiet "Jaskier?" if he hasn't fallen asleep.
"Hm," the bard replies quietly. "That's not strictly true."
"Not strictly untrue either."
Jaskier sighs with a resignation of a man who knows he cannot hide, but doesn't particularly want too either. Still, it takes him a long time to reply: "I don't mind the touching. I... am not a great fan of what comes after."
Geralt freezes, his fingers tangled in Jaskier's hair, trying and failing to decipher that statement. "What comes after?"
"Oh, you know..." Jaskier makes a very illustrative gesture.
"Ah." Yes, he knows what comes after. He is, in fact, a great fan of what comes after. "You mean you don't like men?"
"Oh no, don't get me wrong. I like men and women well enough, just... not in my bed."
He frowns and looks down again at the man sprawled across his chest who must surely notice his heart beating rapidly. "Jaskier..."
"Hm?"
"I'm in your bed."
"Yes, I know, but that's different. I don't like them naked in my bed."
"Jaskier," he says again, glancing down at their almost naked bodies pressed together.
"Oh, shut up, you great oaf," he hisses and grins. "You know what I mean. And you're... different."
"Hm. Why?"
"I don't know." Jaskier sighs and pushes his hair out of his face. "You just are. Never tried to shove your dick into me, for starters. Or tried to coax me to shove my dick into you."
He shrugs. "Never thought you'd be interested."
"I'm not. Are you?"
He shrugs again. "Does it matter, if you aren't?"
"I guess it doesn't. Still, are you?"
"Jaskier," he chides softly and does his best not to squirm under his inquisitive gaze. But the bard is unrelenting. Geralt sighs and raises his eyebrows as he answers. "You... are a very attractive man. I would gladly suck your cock, or let you suck mine, if you were so inclined. Seeing as you aren't... I would rather refrain from it, if it's all the same to you." He smiled and splayed his fingers over Jaskier's shoulder. "I assure you, not the most proficient cocksucking in the world could grant me greater bliss than I am in right now. There is nothing in the world that could persuade me to give up what we have, especially not something as insignificant as a roll in the hay."
"Oh." Jaskier's shoulders sag and for a moment Geralt fears he's said something wrong. But then a bright smile spreads on his bard's face that is mirrored by his own a moment later. "That's a relief. And thank you. I guess."
Geralt snorts, amused. "You're welcome." After a moment of silence, he adds: "Jaskier? You're different for me, too."
"I am?" The bard beams at him. "How so?"
He has to be exhausted. Or drunk. Or both. There is no other explanation for the next words that leave his mouth. "Because I love you," he hears himself say, to his own mortification.
But Jaskier just smiles and closes his eyes. "Oh," he breathes and languidly squirms closer, like a cat basking in the sun. Then, after a mortifying moment that feels like an eternity, with Geralt's heart thundering in his chest, he replies: "I love you, too, Geralt of Rivia."
He breathes out, relieved, and opts for holding his bard tighter. That's always a good option. It just feels right to share their space and share their silence. Natural.
He's not sure how long the quiet lasts before, for once, he's the one to break it: "Are we lovers?" Geralt asks suddenly, the question that has been occupying his mind for the past few minutes.
Jaskier sleepily blinks up at him. "Do you want us to be? I'm sure you could find a person better—"
"No, I don't think so," he interrupts him without hesitating.
Jaskier smiles again and it's a sweet expression, one that makes his heart speed up and his face go soft. "If we were lovers, Geralt...," he says after a while, "what would that mean for us?"
"You mean, what would change?"
"Yes."
"Hm." He gives him a long glance. "You said you are averse to naked people in your bed."
"I am," Jaskier confirms.
"Are you also averse to clothed people kissing you?"
Geralt feels stupid while asking it. Apparently, it is very stupid, for Jaskier immediately starts laughing. "No, my dear," he replies after having calmed down, "I am not averse to clothed people kissing me."
"In that case, I would like to kiss you from time to time."
"Like when?" Jaskier props himself up on an elbow and his lips curl into a different smile, one that's more teasing, more flirtatious than the soft expression before.
"Like now," he says before he can change his mind.
Jaskier hums and reaches out slowly, so that he cups Geralt's face with his hand, tracing his cheekbone with his thumb. Then, he leans in, just as slowly, and presses his lips to the witcher's in a sweet kiss.
"Good?" Geralt asks when he pulls away.
"Good," Jaskier confirms.
"Good." He allows himself to smile as well, bright and unguarded like his bard taught him, and pulls him against his chest again. Once they're settled, he says, feeling a little silly: "I suppose I would also like a love poem or two, master poet."
"Oh, Geralt." Jaskier smooths a hand down his side and feels around until he finds Geralt's hand and can interlace their fingers. "Are you so daft as not to realise that each and every one of my poems for you's a love poem?" he mumbles and presses a kiss to his knuckles.
Warmth spreads in his chest again and he smiles. "I had hoped," he replies and returns the gesture, "but I did not dare to presume." After a moment he adds: "Thank you."
"Always, love," Jaskier replies. "Now go to sleep. I'm knackered."
Feeling relieved and relaxed, holding his bard—his lover!— close, Geralt does.
The bard is a touchy one. And an odd one, although not for his relationship to touches. He's an odd one for loving a witcher. But said witcher is an odd and touchy one as well, so it's alright. In fact, it is the most natural thing in the world.
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Light Up the Ice - 12
Summary: Aelin Galathynius has never really been into sports. Yes, she likes to keep in shape, and she works out, but watching people run up and down a field, trying to keep a leather ball away from each other? It’s always seemed a bit childish to her, and decidedly NOT a way for a grown adult to make a living.
Rowan Whitethorn has recently been drafted by the Terresen Staghorns, one of best teams in the EHL (Erilean Hockey League). And since he moved to Terresen from Wendlyn, it’s been hard for him to get more than 30 seconds alone from someone demanding a picture with him. Getting drafted straight out of college wasn’t exactly what he had in mind, but he’s not complaining. Until he accidentally meets a girl. More specifically, until he accidentally meets his neighbor. She seems to have no idea who he is and for some reason, that’s refreshing. But will she still want to be with him once he shows her the truth?
Co-written with @tacmc.
A/N: No tag list tonight. This is the 3rd time I've tried to post this chapter and every single time, it's crashed before I can post or save. AKA I’m about to punch my computer and don’t want to push my luck anymore. Next chapter, I will be copying and pasting my old tag list, deleting the inactive blogs, and adding those who have asked. Enjoy!
It never failed to amaze Aelin how slow business got when the university took their breaks. It was only the second day of the University of Terrasen’s fall break and she’d already had enough spare time to reorganize the stock room, deep clean the kitchen and now, she was sitting at a table in the corner, staring at a print out of her menu.
She chewed on the end of her pen and then drew a line through another item. In the four years she’d had the café, she’d never changed a single menu item. It wasn’t that anyone was complaining about her food, but she was bored with it and wanted to add some new variety. She scribbled some notes in the margin of new recipes she wanted to try to replace the old ones, but the sound of the bell above the door distracted her. She was beaming before she even got out of her chair.
“Hey,” she said, approaching Rowan and Lorcan, pressing a kiss to the cheek of the former and keeping her distance from the former. “How was practice?”
“Good. Save for the fact that I’m still sitting on the bench,” Rowan said, sighing. “Coach said I can be on the ice from now on, as long as I’m still not running drills and agree to see the trainer every day.”
“That’s great,” she said, smiling. “You hungry?”
“Yes, please,” he replied, a lopsided grin on his face.
She headed for the cash register Elide had been sitting at a few moments before. She was now working on rolling silverware father down the counter, quietly humming along to the music that played in the café. “You want the grilled cheese and tomato soup again?”
“Please,” he said, smiling. He turned to his friend and asked, “You want the Reuben, Lor?”
Lorcan didn’t reply. He was staring back towards the door.
Back towards Elide.
“Lorcan?” Rowan said, again, finally getting his teammates’ attention.
“Reuben, yeah, sounds great,” he mumbled, pulling out his wallet.
“Lunch is on me,” Aelin said, eyeing him, not liking the way he turned back to glance at Elide.
She didn’t like the way Elide was sneaking glances at him either.
As she walked behind the counter, Aelin cleared her throat, making Elide jump, her fingers dropping the silverware in which she held. It clattered against the counter.
“Care to give me a hand?” Aelin asked.
Elide blinked. “It’s just two sandwiches-.”
“If the bell rings, you can come back out,” Aelin said, taking Elide by the wrist and dragging her back toward the kitchen. She called back to Rowan and Lorcan, “Make yourselves comfortable!”
Once in the kitchen, Aelin dropped Elide’s wrist and began with the sandwiches.
Elide watched her friend, her boss, skeptically. “Care to tell me what that was about?”
“You were practically drooling over him,” Aelin said, raising an eyebrow as she looked at Elide.
Elide’s cheeks darkened and she hurried around to the other side of the kitchen to get Rowan’s soup. “I was not.”
“You definitely were,” Aelin replied, turning and dropping the grilled cheese on top of the griddle. She may have put more cheese on than she would have for a regular customer and melty, delicious goodness dripped out the surface of the cooktop.
Elide was standing in the alley of the kitchen, looking back through the serving window at Aelin. “And…? So what if I was? He’s hot.”
Aelin fought the urge to roll her eyes. “He’s a hockey player, El. Rowan has told me about how he spends his away games.”
Elide was quiet as she put the soup in the window to stay warm as Aelin finished their sandwiches. If her friend and boss’s back hadn’t been facing her, she probably wouldn’t have had the courage to say, “Wow, Ace, be careful. Your hypocrisy is showing.”
She whirled, pointing a spatula at Elide. “That’s a completely different situation and you know it.”
Elide lifted a brow. “Do I?”
Aelin’s lips thinned. “Yes, you do. At least, you should. Rowan and I… it’s different.”
“If you would have known he was a hockey player, you would’ve never started seeing Rowan,” Elide went on, trying to hide both her frustration and amusement. “The fact that Lorcan plays hockey is all you can see when you look at him.”
Aelin scoffed. “Wrong. All I can see is his jackassery.”
“Jackassery?”
“It’s a word,” Aelin snapped, flipping over the sandwich on the griddle. “And, again, Rowan has told me about his post game activities when they’re on the road.”
“It doesn’t make a difference, I don’t know why you’re even upset about it,” Elide muttered, coming around to the salad station and popping a cucumber slice in her mouth. “He’s Lorcan Salvaterre. He’s the captain of the team. He dates bikini models and actresses. I’m just a broke college student. I’m just…me.”
Aelin’s eyes softened as she turned to one of her oldest friends. “That’s not true, Elide. You are a phenomenal, beautiful, smart woman, and anyone who doesn’t see that is blind. Including yourself.”
Elide’s cheeks darkened, slightly, as she tried to fight the smile growing. “I’m going to go finish my silverware. Holler if you need me.”
Aelin nodded and watched as she pushed through the swinging door to the dining room. She finished up the sandwiches before grabbing Rowan’s soup and carrying them out front.
While she and Elide had been in the kitchen, Fenrys had appeared, a fast food bag open in front of him. She chuckled as she sat down Rowan and Lorcan’s food. “You know I would have cooked for you.”
His mouth was full of a massive bite of hamburger, so Lorcan answered for him. “He also knows coach would kick his ass if he knew he was eating that. Yet he does it anyway.”
“It’s so good,” Fenrys said, his mouth still full, his manners shot. “What coach doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”
Rowan snorted. “Tell yourself that when you feel like shit once the grease sets in.”
Lorcan stared at his sandwich for a long moment. Then, he mumbled, “Thank you.”
Aelin blinked. Even Rowan looked nearly surprised.
“Did you just thank me?” Aelin asked, perfectly still.
Lorcan didn’t say anything else as he bit into his sandwich.
A few more people trickled in and Aelin got back to work, the shock of Lorcan’s almost-kindness still shocking her. The dinner rush, even though slower with the college campus dwindled, still kept her and Elide busy, and by the time eight rolled around, Aelin was ready to close up.
Rowan, Lorcan, and Fenrys remained at the corner table.
Elide came out of the kitchen, having grabbed her purse and coat from Aelin’s office. “I’m gonna head home, if there’s nothing else you need me to do.”
Aelin shook her head. “Nope, you’re all set. Have a good night.”
“You, too,” Elide said, smiling, and Aelin noticed that her eyes slid to the table again, before she turned and was out the door, heading around the building to the small lot behind the café.
As she approached the table, Lorcan was standing and shrugging his jacket on. “Thanks for dinner. It was good.”
Aelin was still stunned by his niceties earlier that his words barely registered. “You’re welcome, I’m glad you liked it. I guess I’ll keep it on the menu.”
“You heading out, man?” Fenrys asked, finishing off the large plate of fries he’d ordered after his burger and first order of fries was gone.
“Yeah. Got some stuff I gotta take care of.” He said nothing else, but headed for the door.
Turning towards Rowan, Aelin tried to keep her expression in check as she realized that he, too, was heading for the back lot. Rowan, not fooled by her attempts, held his hands up in surrender. “I’m not getting involved.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “I don’t like it.”
“Like what?” Fenrys asked, and Aelin rolled her eyes as she took his plate and headed towards the kitchen.
“I’ve gotta lock up,” she called out over her shoulder. “I’ll see you at home. I love you.”
“Love you, too, sweet cheeks!” Fenrys called out.
Even through the swinging door, Aelin heard Rowan smack him on the back of the head.
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Rowan skated around the ice.
He was bored shitless, not even in his hockey gear, but sweatpants and a hoodie. His hands were shoved into his pant pockets as he circled the rink, close to the sideboards. The constant blow of the whistle was the only thing keeping him awake.
He didn’t even bother asking if he could practice, even though he felt up to it. He already knew what the answer would be.
And yet, he longed for practice to last. When it was over, he’d have to make his way into the locker room for Maeve.
And he was not prepared.
He’d felt her eyes on him since the moment he hit the ice, yet he hadn’t looked over at her once. Dorian was thankfully on the other end of the rink, so as he skated by at the beginning of practice, he was able to flag him down.
“Hey, man, how are you feeling?” Dorian asked, leaning on the half wall separating them.
“Much better, like it never happened,” he said, and the lie was barely there.
Dorian quirked an eyebrow and snorted. “Good try. You can’t practice today.”
“No, I get it, I understand that.” Roan cleared his throat. “But, uh, is there a different massage therapist I can see?”
Dorian blinked. “Did something happen with Maeve the other day? She didn’t mention anything-.”
“She’s my ex,” Rowan interrupted.
Dorian hesitated before nodding, slowly. “I see.”
“You can massage me,” Rowan said, quickly.
“As flattered as I am, I’m not a massage therapist,” Dorian chuckled. “I can talk to-.”
“No, don’t…tell anyone. If you don’t know of anyone, it’s fine,” Rowan said, the words rushing out of him.
“Look, I don’t know Maeve very well,” Dorian began, shaking his head. “But, she seems perfectly fine, alright? Has it been a while since you’ve been together?”
Rowan gave him a curt nod.
“Then give her a chance to be civil,” Dorian said, shrugging. “If she’s disrespectful, let me know. Otherwise, I have no reason to think she won’t do her job appropriately, and if she doesn’t, then you can leave.”
He sighed, nodding, and skated off.
He spent the next two hours dreading every minute that passed.
He heard Brello’s whistle blow and slowly glided across the ice, coming to a stop next to his line.
“Everyone was looking good today,” he said, looking at them one by one. “Take it easy tonight. The boys from Eyllwe aren’t going to go easy on us tomorrow night, especially since we’ll be in their territory. I want all of you in your best form.” He gestured to Rowan. “Whitethorn will be back on the ice next week.”
There were cheers and hollers from the team and Rowan couldn’t help but smirk as Lorcan shoved him.
Brello, to everyone’s surprise, smirked as well. “Hope you’ve enjoyed your time off, but relaxation time is over. You ready to go?”
“Aye, coach,” he replied, nodding.
“That’s what I like to hear.”
After a couple more announcements from the coaching staff, everyone was skating towards the locker rooms of the practice facility and Rowan felt like his nerves were going to snap.
He took his time removing his skates and grabbing his bag, before slowly walking down the hall leading to the training rooms. He was silently praying Dorian would be in his office, right off to the side of the therapy room, but he wasn’t.
There was only one room with a light on, and with a deep breath, he approached and knocked on the half-open door.
Maeve looked over her shoulder with a smile. “Come in, I’m ready for you.”
Rowan hesitated, but went in. Dorian was right. Maybe she had changed, maybe there was nothing to worry about.
Yet Rowan felt nauseous as he approached the blanket covered table.
“I’ll give you a minute to strip down and be back.” She left without another word, shutting the door behind her.
Rowan stared at the door before kicking off his shoes then lifting his shirt over his head. He only hesitated for a moment before kicking off his sweats and laying down on the table, pulling the blanket up to his waist.
A soft knock informed him of her approach, and he grunted to let her know he was ready.
When the door reopened, the lights suddenly dimmed and Rowan awkwardly shifted on the massage table.
Neither of them spoke for a few minutes. Rowan was grinding his teeth as she worked on the muscle in his lower back that kept spasming when she said, “I have to say, I was surprised to see you the other day. Dorian hadn’t told me who I would be working on, but…” She paused and chuckled quietly, running her hands up his back.
Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit.
When Rowan was drafted into the EHL, it had been a pretty big deal in his city, but more specifically, his university. He’d dropped out of school to accept the offer from the lower level team and climb his way to where he was. And everyone in Wendlyn knew.
There was no way Maeve didn’t know he was playing for Terrasen when she took the job.
He gave her a small nod and a quiet noise that said he was listening. She kept going, taking that as a sign he was interested in the conversation.
“I feel like it’s been so long since I’ve seen you,” she sighed. “Things ended so...abruptly. I’m glad to see your doing good.” Another chuckle. “Save for the injury, of course.”
It was so strange to hear another accent from Wendlyn that was still somewhat fresh. Lorcan, Gav and Fenrys, they’d been in Terrasen so long, the accent almost disappeared sometimes. But the lilt of her tone, the way she phrased certain words… It both soothed and unsettled Rowan.
“Don't you care to know how I’ve been?” She asked, her voice low. When Rowan didn’t reply, she continued on, anyway. “I’ve been pretty good. Got myself a little place in the city. A dog. Little chihuahua named Fiona.”
Rowan blinked. He was tempted to say that he hadn’t asked, but she didn’t seem to mind.
“I’ve got some pretty wealthy clients, too,” she continued, continuing to work out that knot. “For the first time in ages, I’m secure, you know? Not just financially, just…secure.”
“Good to hear,” he replied, the words sounding more like a snarl through the pain, and she dug her knuckles into his back. The sound he made was halfway between a moan and a groan, he bit his lip to cut it off, but he noted the change in the way Maeve’s hands touched him.
Her touches became less like determined movements meant to heal and were more akin to petting, brushes along his side and a slow finger down his spine.
“And you?” She asked, pulling the blanket a bit lower on his back. He’d worn underwear for just that reason, not trusting her to not make an inappropriate move. “Are you living in Orynth?”
He cleared his throat and said, “Yep. Got an apartment down the road from the university.”
His answer was short and sweet. He wasn’t trying to invite more conversation.
“Not far from me then,” she replied, humming quietly.
Rowan’s shoulders tensed, but that just made her want to ease it away. His eyes closed and he remained quiet.
“What about your personal life?” Maeve asked, at last.
Rowan didn’t answer, he just took a deep breath.
“Not trying to pry,” Maeve said, at last. “Just trying to make conversation.”
“I’m in pain,” he said, gently, the lie coming out easy. “Not really in a mood to make conversation.”
He could have sworn he felt the temperature in the room drop several degrees.
Her answer was curt. “Sorry.”
She stayed quiet for the rest of the massage, and when she finished, she told him to get redressed and left, heading back out into the main training facility.
He emerged a few moments later, pulling the hood of his sweatshirt over his silver hair. He was already heading for the door, giving her a nod of thanks, when she spoke up.
“Rowan, wait.”
He hated hearing his name on her lips. His steps slowed and he turned around to look at her.
She hesitated slightly, but said, “I was going to go get dinner in a little bit. It’s been a while, I didn’t know if maybe you-.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Mae,” he sighed. The familiar nickname slipped out before he had time to stop it. It caught him off guard. “I- I gotta get home. I’ll see you later.”
Rowan had grabbed his bag and was out the door before she had time to say another word
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Aelin was at the stove, stirring a pot of homemade marinara sauce and humming quietly along with the radio when Rowan unlocked the door to her apartment and came in. Glancing over her shoulder, she smiled at him before turning back to the cooktop. “Hey, you. How was practice?”
“My new massage therapist is my ex.”
The words came out in a rush and Rowan wasn’t even sure he consciously knew he had planned on saying them.
Aelin’s back stiffened and she set the wooden spoon on the trivet beside the stove. Silently, she turned and asked, “Your ex-girlfriend is giving you massages?”
Rowan closed his eyes and took a deep breath before nodding. “Before you say anything-.”
“Did this just start today?” she asked. Her tone held no judgement, only curiosity. However, there was a slight edge to her tone.
“She gave me the massage in my apartment-.”
Aelin held up a hand, and Rowan’s words instantly fell into silence.
Silence, where the room remained for far too long. “Aelin-.”
“Who is she?” Aelin asked, one brow raised. “I’ll kick her ass.”
“Her name is Maeve,” he said, making his way into the kitchen. He leaned against the counter. “She was my girlfriend in college. We dated for a couple of years, but… It didn’t end well. It became more about who I was in hockey, how I was playing, than it was about our relationship.”
“Maeve,” Aelin repeated, turning back to the stove. “Maeve, Maeve, Maeve… Hmm.”
Rowan was quiet, not exactly sure what to say.
“And you have to see her? You don’t have a choice?” She finally asked.
He shook his head. “Brello told me to get over my personal issues. I’m sure I can book a personal masseuse, but-.”
“No, your coach is right,” she sighed, stirring the pot, before putting the lid on and walking over to where Rowan stood. She wrapped her arms around his waist and looked up at him. “I don’t like it, but… that isn’t really my call to make.”
Rowan let out a relieved breath. “I know, it’s not mine either. Maybe you can give me massages here to help?” He smirked and, finally, Aelin’s beautiful smile returned.
“We’ll see,” she chuckled, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips. “Looks like I’ll just have to come to your games and make my presence known.”
“Make your presence known?” He crooned.
“I like to mark my territory,” Aelin breathed, her eyes bright.
“And I’m your territory?” Rowan grinned.
“Whether you like it or not,” Aelin said, laughing softly. “Yes, you are.”
“Hmmm,” Rowan said, narrowing his eyes. “I can’t say that I don’t like that.”
He leaned down and kissed her one more time before asking, “So you aren’t mad?”
She stepped away, back to the stove, and said, “No, I’m not mad.” She paused and pulled a few spices from the cupboard. “Do I like it? Of course not, but there’s not much we can do about it.”
“Once I finish up this round of therapy, I won’t need it again,” he promised. “No more fights, no more getting slammed into the boards. I won’t have to see her anymore.”
Aelin laughed as she turned back to him. “You can’t make that promise, who’s to say what could happen?”
Rowan cringed. “That’s true. No more fighting though, I mean that.”
Aelin nodded, and he could tell she believed him.
He took a step closer and brushed her hair back. “You look beautiful.”
Aelin’s lips quirked as she said, “Trying to kiss my ass to get back on my good side?”
“Maybe,” he muttered, and kissed her forehead, softly. “Is it working?”
“Hmmm,” Aelin began, wrapping her arms around his waist. “Not yet, keep trying.”
Rowan’s grin widened as he leaned down and pressed his mouth to hers. “Now?”
Aelin sighed. “Getting there.”
“Only getting there, huh?” He breathed, his lips still brushing hers.
“I guess you’re going to have to step your game up,” Aelin cooed, slipping her hands down his back and into the waistband of his sweatpants.
Rowan’s grin was positively feline as he picked her up and carried her back into her bedroom.
Dinner was forgotten about for quite a while.
#lui#light up the ice#rowaelin hockey fic#snacmc#snelbz lui#snelbz tacmc collab#rowaelin#tog#throne of glass#rowan whitethorn#aelin galythinius
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Part 1 - A Choice
A/n: hey loves!! I know it's been a while since I've posted Part 1, but I promise Part 2 is still otw. It's currently sitting at like 7K words gah damn and there are still a few more scenes I wanna add. Hopefully, I can finally finish it sometime this week and get it posted during the weekend
Update: Part 2(With no regrets) is now out
W/C: 700
“Le,” you called out at the sound of the front door opening, “I made you tea…, but it got cold, so I might’ve drunk it.” You chuckled to yourself, dog-earing the page of the book in your hands before setting it on the bedside table. “There’s more water in the kettle, though.” You crawled out of bed, padding towards the kitchen. “And I left the soup in the pot so it wouldn’t get as…,” you trailed off as you were greeted by Jean and Levi awkwardly standing by the doorway.
Jean pushed down the overwhelming jealousy growing in his chest. Levi had the perfect life. Respect. Freedom. A cabin with a beautiful view and a stream a few meters away. But you trumped everything else. You made Levi’s life perfect. Your presence, your love, your smile, everything about you made Levi’s life seem that much more perfect. But more than anything, everything about you only reminded Jean of how you were the missing piece in his life that he was so desperately trying to get ahold of.
Levi didn’t have to look at the man next to him to see his lovestruck expression. No, it was apparent enough just through the corner of his eye, which made him wonder why you never seemed to notice it yourself.
“Hey, horse face,” you broke the short-lived silence teasingly, nervously smoothing out your sundress. You sank your teeth into the side of your cheek in an attempt to hold back the smug smile on your face. You knew he hated the nickname, but that made you use it even more. Not out of hate, but out of a pure desire to tease him. You relished in his reactions every time. The way his eyebrows knitted together in annoyance, or how his cheeks flushed over, even his adorable grumbles.
The ridiculous nickname never sounded better than when it left your lips. Every time the god-forsaken nickname was uttered by you, it became hard to hate it anymore. Instead, you made it sound like the sweetest thing anything could be called. “Hi, mon Ange,” Jean replied in a tender voice, a caring smile spreading across his lips.
Levi’s left eye twitched at Jean’s nickname for you. He wondered if Jean had ever even bothered translating the name for you. Even if he hadn’t, it bothered Levi. Not so much because of the name itself, more because he didn’t have a name for you like that. He watched the radiant smile the name drew from you followed with a death grip of a hug.
You practically flung yourself at Jean, wrapping your arms around his torso. You buried your nose in the crook of his neck, clinging to his welcoming warmth and calming smell. He was just a friend, and you’ve hugged like this plenty of times in the past, but something about the way his fingertips ran up and down your spine drove your mind insane. Your heart was hammering in your chest, growing faster with each languid feathery touch. It probably should’ve been the least of your worries, considering the fluttering occurring between your legs.
“Honey, you didn’t tell me we were having company for dinner,” you pulled yourself away from Jean, smoothing out your sundress as you turned towards Levi momentarily. “I would’ve gone to the market.” With a sigh and a shrug, you turned back to Jean, “any special requests?”
“He’s not here for dinner,” Levi grunted, a light blush tinting his cheeks. He shifted his weight from one foot to another awkwardly. It seemed like a good idea earlier, but right now, with you in front of him, the idea seemed kind of silly- stupid even.
“I wouldn’t dare turn down your cooking, though,” Jean blurted out with a bashful smile. His eyes trailed down your body, subconsciously roving over all your curves. “But, I think Levi wanted me to taste something a little,” his eyes locked with yours as he pushed his tongue against the inside of his cheek, “sweeter.”
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MIYA OSAMU - BUN IN THE OVEN
- summary - working alongside your husband brings moments of domesticity outside your home which you reveal is about to become a little bigger - fluff - x f reader
- an - this was based off of this ask an anon sent in earlier today, i’ve posted atsumu fic that links to this one !! thank you for the idea it was nice to write domestic samu :) this is also for @zumisace because i know you love samu and i love u >:)
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“Oi, Samu! Stop flirtin with ya wife right in front’a me and get cookin, I’m starvin!” Atsumu whined as he rested his head against the kitchen prep counter which was currently occupied with countless cooking utensils scattered across the cool metal surface and various ingredients dotted around.
“Yer just jealous I have a gorgeous wife and you don’t” With a smug smile, Osamu wrapped his arm around your waist bringing you in close enough for him to press a quick kiss to your flour dusted cheek.
“Yuck! Not over the food I’m beggin ya!”
You giggled and pulled your husband back in close to you before turning to give a quick smile to his irritated twin.
“Perhaps we should find you a girlfriend Tsumu! I know a few people who I’m sure would be at least willing to go out on a date with you.”
“Yeah, you’d probably have to pay em first!”
You and your husband laughed lightly at the setter’s expense causing him to groan and sit up straight.
“I have plenty of girls linin up for me dont’cha worry bout that!”
Osamu snickered and motioned for his brother to take a tray of freshly prepped onigiri out to the front of the store.
“Yer damn right ya got a line waitin for ya, or more specifically, they’re waitin for ya to bring more food out so get to it.”
Atsumu grumbled but obliged as he slumped off the stool and took the tray with ease out to the front where drooling customers were waiting to pounce on any fresh batch of onigiri they could.
“You’re so mean to him sometimes.” You hummed as you continued to shape the rice into the correct size triangles as Osamu cut seaweed grass into accurate rectangles.
“It’s all outta love darlin.” He offered a warm smile to which you happily returned. “Of course he’s gonna be jealous I have a gorgeous, helpful and amazin wife! Anyone would be jealous.”
You blushed at his words and flicked him lightly leaving small dust prints of flour on his apron. “So gross!” You whined only for him to pull you into his chest and get you to look up at his handsome face.
Despite the fact the Miya brothers were twins, you still couldn’t help but find Osamu significantly more attractive than his older twin. This was even before you’d fallen for the man. There was just something about him that made him more desirable, not intending to offend Atsumu for he definitely wasn’t someone you’d consider unattractive. Perhaps it was his mature and responsible traits or maybe it was his hardworking and determination that drew you in. It didn’t matter either way though. You loved Osamu Miya for everything he was, physical and personal traits all included. He was the man you fell in love with and he was the man who had wanted you to become ‘Mrs Miya’, a title he often liked to refer to you as.
Osamu leaned down and rested his forehead on yours sighing softly. Caressing your cheek with his warm calloused hands, he pulled your face closer to his and pressed a warm and delicate kiss to your lips before securing his hand at the base of your neck while the other found its way around to the small on your back, drawing small circles with his index finger as he tenderly kissed you.
He was always good at catching you in these moments, Osamu never shied away from showing affection towards you whenever you had a second of privacy. The long hours he worked at his restaurants and home office took a toll on your time spent together, only making his levels of clinginess heighten until eventually it would snap and he’d refuse to keep his hands off of you when he’d get to see you again.
When you had suggested helping him in the restaurant he wasn't opposed to the idea at all. He knew he could count on you and that you were more than capable at cooking after being with him for so long. He loved the feel of getting to be domestic with you outside of the warm and loving home the two of you shared.
Finally pulling away, Osamu admired the soft twinkle in your eyes that he always found himself getting lost in.
“God, I’m lucky yer my girl, my favourite, beautiful girl.”
You hummed gently as you wrapped your arms around his small waist.
“Well, I hope you’re ready to potentially let me share the title of your ‘favourite girl’...”
Osamu’s eyebrow quirked in confusion as he muttered a puzzled “huh?” before you pulled one of your arms up to cup his warm cheek.
“I’m pregnant Samu…”
His eyes widened as he searched for any sign of insincerity in your expression. Then again, you weren’t one to pull a joke like this on him in such an atmosphere, you had to be telling the truth.
“Samu?” your voice laced with concern and worry as your husbands mouth stayed shut as he studied your form with soft but shocked eyes.
“Sorry! For real? Like, yer not playin with me are ya?”
“Of course not!”
Osamu felt tears prick in the corners on his eyes and wasted no time grabbing you by the waist and lifting you in the air in pure glee.
“I’m gonna be a dad? Fuck, I love you so so much y/n!” He laughed joyously as you let your own laughter intermix with his own.
Your home was about to become a family home and Osamu couldn’t have been happier. Not only did he marry the woman he loved, but now alongside you, he was going to get to raise a child the two of you had made together. A million different scenarios and questions ran through his mind as he placed you back down and wrapped you in a tight embrace. Would they look more like him or more like you? Were you going to bring your child to work some days or should he take time off. Would his kid be able to tell the difference between him and Atsumu? Would his kid even like onigiri? Oh, who cared? Right now, the most important thing on his mind was how much he loved you and wanted this with you.
Hushed but excited mutters of ‘I love you’ were traded between the two of you as Osamu peppered your face in soft kisses. Absolutely everything was right with the world in that very moment.
“Samu! Yer gotta get out there! Animals I’m tellin ya! Absolute animals out there! It’s like feeding hour at the zoo!”
Well, almost everything was right in the world.
“Comin yer idiot.” Osamu sighed before pulling away from you after you wiped his eyes.
“Thank fuck and- oh! Were ya crying ya little pissbaby?” Atsumu snorted when he saw his brothers slightly reddend eyes.
“Oh please, yer the only pissbaby here with yer stupid corn coloured hair.”
“It’s been toned since highschool actually, Bokkun taught me how to do it so I’d appreciate it if yer acknowledged that.”
“Whatever and besides, ya can call me pissbaby however much ya like but just thought I’d tell ya, I’m the one thats gonna be the dad to a real baby soon so shut yer trap!”
Atsumu’s mouth gaped open as he looked between you and your husband, surprise shown in his expression. You shook your head at the brothers typical bickering and strode over to the two of them grabbing another tray of freshly prepped onigiri to take out to desperate customers.
“I hope we don’t end up with twins.” You muttered as both boys snickered following out behind you as Atsumu bragged back to Osamu that his kid was gonna like ‘Uncle Atsumu’ more than his own father to which Osamu childishly quarreled back.
Nevermind a child, these two were enough for you to handle for now, but you just couldn't wait for your own angel to enter the world and had no worry in the world as you knew they’d have the best dad in the world and a semi-decent uncle.
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Hey if you’re still wanting fluffy requests, how about erasermic cuddling/comforting their darling? (Tbh something soft sounds pretty nice right about now . ) Ty💕
This is more of a quick drabble, I didn’t really have a plotline in mind it was more just ??? Idk. I hope you enjoy it though!
Me? Posting soft non yan stuff on my blog?? More likely than you think apparently.
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Your head was buzzing as you puttered around the kitchen, trying to figure out what to do for dinner that night. You needed to decide on something, cook it…maybe ask Hizashi if he wanted some. Shouta wasn’t home yet but your other partner was, you could hear him shuffling around in the living room. It had been so long since you had been home at the same time with just one of them, even longer since all three of you had been in the same room for more than a few passing moments. Rushed kisses and brief tired smiles were what your relationship had been boiled down to, all of you too busy with your lives, with your jobs to even think about trying to line up a time to be together.
Hizashi had the new special he was doing for his radio station, hiring new people, setting up new equipment, balancing that between endless interviews about his new project and teaching. Meanwhile Shouta…you weren’t sure what Shouta was doing. He left in the mornings earlier than usual, came back from patrols hours late, only catching a few brief hours from where he usually collapsed on the couch before he was up leaving for UA again. You needed to check in on him soon, unlike Hizashi he wasn’t one to share and vent freely, he kept his emotions and stress bundled tight until one of his partners gently coaxed it out of him.
Yet another thing to add to your endless to-do list.
You tried to focus, you really did. But you found yourself continuing to space out, mind pulled back to issues that you felt like you were drowning in, left alone at sea. Focus focus focus. Food. You could do this, you just needed to get food.
You looked one way while your hand aimlessly groped at a counter. A pan? You need that right? But a pan for what? What were you making? Your head spun as you tried to grab onto a solid thought but they felt like strings slipping through your fingers. You felt so detached, you just couldn’t…
You turned around, bumping the cabinet that your hand was still holding onto. It swung shut, slamming onto your thumb, leaving pain shooting through your hand as you gasped.
“Fuck!”
You pulled your hand to your chest, squeezing the injured finger as you bit your lip, shoulders starting to shake as you pushed down the tears that welled up in your eyes, trying to breathe through the tightness in your chest. Fuck. Not now.
“Songbird?”
That was all it took for the dam in your chest to break. Your shoulders shook silently for a second before loud pained sobs. Immediately your partner was at your side, the comforting hand on your back only proving to make you cry harder.
“What’s wrong? Did you hurt yourself?”
You shook your head, crying harder, fat tears falling down your cheeks in what felt like rivers, water dripping off your chin. Strong arms wrapped around you, gently pulling you away from the cabinet and into a warm comforting chest. The act was tender, almost painfully so. You found yourself leaning into the pain, though, chest aching as you sobbed into his shirt, soaking it with your tears.
“Shh, it’s okay…”
Ever so carefully you felt yourself being lifted up, scooped up princess style, cradled, cherished. You cried into his chest as he carried you into the bedroom, desperately clinging to him when he let his grip slip even just a little. Your entire chest ached at the thought of being separated from him for a second. You couldn’t even bring yourself to feel ashamed as he shushed you gently, staying close as he kicked off his slippers, sliding into bed with you. Ever so carefully you were arranged on his chest, splayed across his front with your ear pressed over his heart. Slowly your cries softened as he continued to move you, getting both of you comfortable and settled as you tried to quiet the sound of your own sobs so you could hear the steady comforting beat of his heart. Faintly you could hear Shouta’s voice join into the room, he sounded worried, Hizashi sounded worried when he replied, keeping his voice hushed to not disturb your crying. Great…now they both saw you like this. You snuggled closer to the blonde’s chest, trying to just focus on his heartbeat as their voices faded away.
Soon the room was filled with the soft sound of song, melodies, and lyrics that you immediately latched onto. They were familiar, soft, and comforting. It had been a long time since either of your partners had sung to you, even though you loved both of their voices. Even if Hizashi liked to sing too loud, or go off-key, or even make his own lyrics. Why had that ever stopped?
You could hear Shouta buzzing about the room, lighting a few of your favorite candles, closing the blinds, and casting the room into darkness except for the soft dim glow of the candles and the light peaking under the door from the bathroom. The dark should feel heavy, oppressing, but it didn’t. It felt very similar to a warm blanket being draped over you. Subconsciously you found yourself snuggling closer to Hizashi, letting your eyes drift shut as you let his soft hums roll over you, the vibrations going through chest soft and soothing against your cheek. Faintly you could feel Shouta lifting the blankets and slipping in behind you, pressing up against your back. You could feel his lips against your head as he kissed you before kissing Hizashi’s forehead, snuggling down against the two of you as he wrapped his arms around you both. Your breathing was still hitched, the threat of tears lingering for a second before never coming, finally, you felt yourself relax, melting into the touch with a soft sigh.
Someone's fingers slid through your hair, two different legs spread across yours, entangling together with each other. Honestly, you weren’t sure where each of you started and each of you ended. You were all entangled together, taking comfort in the closeness that was so rare these days. You couldn’t remember the last time you were cuddled up to both of them, Hizashi singing soft lullabies in your ear while Shouta’s fingers drew idle shapes across both of his lover's bodies. It had been too long, you decided. You would need to sit down with them and talk about finding a way to have date nights, or at the very least nights where you all slept in the same bed at the same time. But that was for later. For now, you would rest.
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37. You're my home, draco
Putting their head on other's chest | For @thebusyfangirl for being extremely supportive with all the reblogging, I cannot thank you enough| angst | hurt comfort | happy ending | fluff
" well that's not my problem harry, is it ? If you can't fucking do one thing on your own that's your damn fault " draco yelled from across the kitchen at harry who was standing in the middle of the living room looking agitated
" I do things on my own. It's that you are the one who keeps thing's in the house, not me and if you're not responsible enough for it just say it " harry yelled back.
Furiously draco stomped out of the kitchen " responsible? So this is your house when it's about the house lease and paper's and suddenly when it comes to keeping thing's, it's mine. When was the last time you were responsible enough to keep things in the right place on your own? If for once you could fold your own clothes or do your own laundry or maybe just not fucking throw things anywhere you want to, so I'd pick up then maybe, Maybe for once you wouldn't have to ask me where your shit is !! It's not just my own responsibilities " draco yelled at harry face talking off the apron off his waist
" you know what you are right, I'll do my damn shit on my own Because you're fucking irresponsible with whatever you do. After all why would you understand the load of work I have to do each day, going after the bad guys.. if even for one day you'd go things I do then you'd understand where I'm coming from But if this is the way it's going to be, you do your own shit and I'll do mine "harry sneered back
" work ? You're saying as if I don't do work? I teach at least 6 classes in a day, check almost 200 copies, sit with a bunch of teachers who are much more older than me, clean the mess of the potions students make, don't you dare compare our work! Just because your work requires more strength or power or maybe responsibility, doesn't mean I don't do shit "
" draco, you're a damn teacher. I am a goddamn auror. I put my life on line everyday so I can make money for us-"
" and you're not the only man making money in this house. I earn only 200 galleons less than you do and that's not even a huge deal so stop making it seem as if you're the man of the House or that you are doing a great deal for me because let me be honest, the only thing you do for me is creating problems and fighting, that's it " draco yelled and stormed out of the house before harry could've yelled back further.
Harry groaned loudly shutting off the house and storming away himself to get away from the horrors the place held. Both of them Only returned much later after midnight at the same time and went to bed immediately without saying even a single word. And the next morning, draco left the house much more earlier than he was supposed to, leaving a note that he'd be at Hogwarts for at least a week as per the requirements by the school board to finish off with the heavy work left pending. At first harry was Happy seeing the note, thinking to himself that the house would be Empty after so Long.
But he was wrong.
At night when he came back to a messed up home, no cooked meal, he felt slightly furious and almost called out to draco but realised quickly that he wasn't home. Not dropping much thought over it, cleaned up the place, freshened up and decided to order food instead of cooking. But 4 days in, harry found himself much more tired and in desperation to just see Draco. The thing was harry knew why draco was staying an entire week at school, he knew his husband very well, he would never leave any pending work but just the realisation that draco needed a break from harry and the house, he found it saddening on a lonely night.
" so what'd he say last before he left ?" Ron asked as they chatting up about their Harry's current problems with marriage over brunch away from work for sometime
" something about him earning not significantly less than me and how I'm irresponsible and creating problems. I'm just tired Ron, lately all we do is fight. You wouldn't believe, just last week we were fighting about changing a wallpaper and you'd expect that it got resolved but it didn't. We didn't talk and that was it. It just- I don't know- like the whole marriage thing really work out for us " harry replied sadly
Ron looked at harry understandingly.." I understand you harry but I don't think he's entirely wrong-"
" so you also think I'm irresponsible-"
" Merlin, don't get your knickers in twist. All I'm saying maybe he isn't wrong. You've fought with me quite often too lately but we're friends harry, but it's different with him, he's your husband. He needs you and you can't possibly deny that you've been nice to people lately. When was the last time you bought Hermione flowers or told her she looked not a today older than she is or the last time you called Ginny about her games or take neville, when did you even call him last to see how he's doing ? The thing is Harry you've been so work involved that you've barely acknowledged the people around you. Remember 2 months after you got married and you told me marrying draco was the best thing you did, what happened to that ?"
Harry's face drew upset, knowing that Ron was in fact right. He'd been so into himself that he had barely made time for the rest of them " I don't know Ron. I just feel like maybe it's all getting out of hands. Like my plates full maybe-"
" like you need a break?"
Harry nodded.
" look Hermione and me have known you the longest and she haven't seen you in so long but she knows somethings up. We know you harry, we understand how you get when you're stressed or angry even but this, this isn't who you are. After everything you've been through and go through each day we understand you but to me you'll always be the harry potter who broke his glasses like a million times in school yet refused to buy new one's because you liked them or the harry potter who hung me by my feet or the harry potter who'd die than leave his friends " ron gave harry the most perfect smile for the situation.
Harry sighed " what am I doing wrong Ron ?"
" you've forgotten who you are and a little maybe the people around you or you're probably letting something eat you alive.. whatever it is harry, do something about it or it'll be too late to fix things" and by that harry knew he meant draco.
Harry nodded at Ron, thinking about what he'd do next to remind his husband, that he is still his lover.
When it came to Saturday night, almost a night before draco would come back, harry firmly sat back on the couch looking at the empty spot besides him with his favourite television show running in the back, yet all he could think was about the memories with draco, the times he made him laugh and now harry didn't even remember in the last one year they've been married the last time harry made his husband laugh. Harry switched off the tv, sighing, getting up from the couch and going into the storage room. He cleared the dust, blowing some away, then turning on a little lamp around the corner. Following his instincts, harry went deeper into the pit of storage and found his things back from the school days. Falling into nostalgia, harry took his school thing's, a few things after that and album's he had gotten made and went back to living room and set everything on the ground.
Memories probably never leave you yet sometimes you need to be reminded of who you are to become who you want to be and that's exactly what harry was doing, figuring out when he became the person he is Today. He went through things after things he had from school, his defense against dark arts books, the model of something science related he made for muggle studies and the albums. Pictures after pictures with people he loved, he found himself drowning into it. It had been so long since the last time he contacted any of them and it saddened him. This isn't who he is, yet somehow this is exactly who he is. As sadness started to fill into his lungs, he finally opened the last box he had retrieve and opened it to find things related to draco. They started going out late in 8 th year and going through a lot of post-war things, Harry had maintained a diary in a muggle way to vent out but most of the end of the diary was filled with how draco looked so good under the moon or how draco was mindlessly biting the top of pencils or biting his lip during class or how his dates went.
Without glancing up harry said " don't leave me "
" how did you know I came ? " Draco asked as he stepped into the living room and sat down next to harry
" you're my soulmate draco, I can sense whenever you're around me "
" you can ?" Draco frowned, not believing harry could still do it.
" just because I've became this huge asshole doesn't mean I've stopped loving you draco "
" it doesn't hurt to remind every once in a while "
Harry looked up finally to see an upset draco sitting next to him with a sad smile " I do tell you I love you "
" when was the last time you said that to me?" Draco asked smiling lightly
Harry frowned lightly, confused but immediately realised he hadn't spoken the words out in almost 5 months " fuck- I'm sorry- shit"
" yeah " draco signed looking down at the things harry was going through " what's all this ?"
" this- school stuff. And this is a box specifically about you " harry pushed the box a little box towards draco
" I own an entire separate box ?" Draco chuckled
" you own an entire different separate place in my life too and I think me becoming an asshole forgot that " harry replied sadly. Draco looked at harry sympathetically before pulling him forward towards him and wrapping his arms around Harry's torso..
" that's all I wanted to hear " draco's voice broke. Harry leaned in further, his head pressed against draco's chest, small tears escaping his eyes and wetting draco's shirt.
" I'm sorry. I never meant to be this problematic and with the whole fighting things. I'm so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you but I just, I'm such an asshole" harry rambled
" you're not an asshole harry. Hey look at me- you are a brilliant man who sometimes needs a break. I haven't been less of an ass to you myself but everyone have a rough patch in marriage and we will get past this too. We're special harry, remember. We're Always special " draco smiled holding Harry's face in his hands
" I don't want to be this person. I just want to be yours and I don't want to fight you, I don't want to yell at you or you to yell at me and i don't want you ever leaving me alone.. I can't- I don't want to be without you draco, I don't know how to be. I've been so selfish that forgot to tell you how much I love you for 5 months, I don't ever want that again. I want to tell you everyday how much I love you. I don't want all these fights, I hate it without you. It doesn't feel like home without you draco, you're my home and with you gone, nothing makes sense, not even me " harry sobbed.
Draco eyes welled up with tears " I don't want all this too harry. I want to be entirely yours and yours forever. I Always Want you to be my home. Fuck I love you- I've missed you so much "
" I missed you too. I love you draco, I love you so so so much, I love you "
" I know you do " draco smiled. He softly kissed the top of Harry's head, then his cheeks, his eyes, his forehead and finally his lips.
" don't ever leave me, ever "
" never " Draco sobbed, their foreheads touching each other, taking in deep breaths with tears running down their faces like a small river.
It was sometime later when they started going through Harry's thing's together with harry cuddled into draco.
" what's this ?" Draco asked as he picked out a small dry petal
" oh, this was from the restaurant I proposed in "
" and this ?"
" this is- I think the handkerchief you left the night we first kissed "
" oh, nice, what this ?"
" I think that's the note I wrote to you to ask you out for first date but never sent it "
" real smooth harry " draco chuckled. Harry rolled his eyes, playfully hitting draco over his chest before picking up and showing him thing's again.
" you still have that paper boat from our first date ?" Draco asked softly gazing at harry
" well- I still think it's the most perfect boat ever made " harry smiled at draco before pressing a small kiss over his lip.
It was harry who Always imagined that, that perfect little boat was the reasons for everything they have right now, but draco never needed to know that, after all he was his special man and he made him the happiest man in the whole world even if sometimes the boat drowned a bit..
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