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bioodorange · 4 years ago

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||The Pastas At The Beach||

this was originally like an entirely different post but ehhh this ways better!

disclaimer Im setting this like, at a beach with a boardwalk and such next too it? Public beach, small time vacationing!

and that they conviently like..pass as human

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Jeff the Killer

Jeff doesn't really do much at the beach

The salt water irritates his skin and he burns easily, doesn't want too deal with it

Spends most of his time asleep

Hogs all the damn towels by sprawling out all over all of them

Gets sand over everything that they brought with them

Forgets how wind works and it gets everywhere

When its time for some of em too go get food, he always fucking goes

Wants too walk around and do something, and maybe not get blamed for all the fucking sand when everyone sits back down

He wears one of those like protective long sleeved shirts? and red swim trunks that are just somewhat obnoxiously bright

While getting the food he has a brilliant idea

Befriends the fucking seagulls

Lures them back too their umbrellas and just vibes with his bird army

atleast he's not alone anymore?

Ben Drowned

first off I know like he doesn't go swimming

but imagine if he did

his fucking goggles get filled up with blood

gets weird ass tan lines from the blood on his face like, when he's not swimming

has too wear the goggles when he puts on sunscreen-

ok ok thats it

fucker wears like mountain dew swim trunks

and those arm floatie things despite not going anywhere near the water

He tries too sit around Jeff but that gets boring fast-

Just walks the fuck off without telling anyone, on a journey for adventure

Will spend literal hours sitting underneath the boardwalk until someone finds him

After that they get him like one of thise beach toy kit things

Sally's nice enough too fill the bucket with water too, so they can make sand castles and stuff

She walks along the shore line with him, gets pretty shells too

Also if Ben were too go in the water

He's a fucking shark magnet with all that blood-

But don't tell him that, he won't come back too the beach

Ticci Toby

Toby is very excited too go to the beach

He didn't get out much as a kid

Siked as hell too get in the water

Drops his stuff off as soon as possible and runs right into the water

And thats when he realizes he can't fucking swim

Awkwardly flaps his arms around until a wave moves him along too back where he can stand

Everyones kinda confused when he comes back like "?? You were so excited, what happened?"

"I can't swim :(("

Cody volunteers to teach him right away, like the great brother he is

The thing is Cody is a horrible fucking teacher

Another few minutes of Toby getting owned by some waves and Cody just screaming stuff like

"Use your arms Toby- no not like that how I showed you- no I'm not going too help how are you supposed to learn-"

That's when Kate drags him back too shore and Doby and Brian teach him instead

In a bit he learns and ends up having a lot of fun

I feel like Toby would really like boogie boarding?

A lot easier then surfing but still a good time

Also they have too tie a red scarf around his arm so they don't loose his ass in a crowd, or in the water

Third Base

so far, Doby's the only one on this list who actually came prepared

I feel like he'd use one of those face lotions that has SPF 30 in it already?

Smart enough so he doesn't have too smear sun screen around his face, can just use the spray stuff and get going

Also has shoes and sunglasses too go with each like swimsuit/outfit he brings

Mans is put together

Really likes collecting shells and stuff

Walks with Sally, shows her how too find them

Wakes up kinda early as it is? So its easy for him too go too the beach early and find the shells before the tide pulls them back out

It's one of his favorite times, actually

The suns just rising, a few shops are opening, only a handful of people are on the beach

Does it everyday as his "alone time" before everyone else wakes up

Spends most of his time with everyone kinda relaxing?

I can see him really liking those beach volleyball games

Or just playing frizbee in the shallow water!

Really, really enjoys making sand castles

Builds a moat and everything so it stays up when the waves start coming closer

X-Virus

Cody, another kid who never got much beach expierence

But acts like he did

Buys one of those waterproof, phone lanyard things

Forgets too fucking close it properly

Doesn't have the first idea of what seagulls are like

"Oh come on buys its fine-" gets fucking owned for his cheesestick

Lowkey scared of them after that

Refuses too eat on the beach after that

Sits with ben under the board walk and curls around his chips

Spends most of his time in the water

Wants too see how far he can go before the lifegaurd calls him back

Finds it funny as shit too just slowly go deeper while grinning at them

Until a wave slaps him in the back of the head

And then he gets scared of the deepwater too

After he looses Swimming Coach privellages gets really fucking salty and sulks on the beach

Kate takes pity on him and walks around the boardwalk with him

But he also didn't know you have too reapply sunscreen after you go swimming

Gets really really bad sunburn

Jeff, Ben and Toby take turns slapping it whenever he gets too cocky

Masky

This is gonna be a Dad Tim one, fight me

Really has no idea what the fuck is going on, but still manages too keep everyone together?

Tells the same story, atleast twice a day, about the killer wave that almost took his shorts off

Gets in fights with seagulls whenever they get realitively close too the group

Also buys one of those crappy beach wagon things too put their stuff in

Buys a mug and cheesy beer koozie

Doesn't enjoy the beach that much but gets excited too go?

Ends up sitting down for most of the time unless he gets dragged on walks

Might just kinda walk until the water is at his knees and just kinda stand there, and nod a little

Giving mother nature his approval

He takes Sally out and holds onto her stomach, lifts her up over the waves whenever they come

Asks her what she can see, before he drops her back down

Tries it with Ben, gets kicked in the gut-

Favorite time is when it's dark and they go

Not for a long time, just a few minutes too walk along the shore before it gets dark

Hoodie

Designated photographer

Is supposed too be taking photos but mostly gets footage of the stupid shit that happens

Like Jeff not being able too figure out the dishwasher or Clockwork wrestling with her dresser where only half the drawers worked

Just kinda sits back and watches things go up in flames

He's the designated like playlist guy too? On the drive over, whenever he got bored just

"Hey what song should I play?"

And watches chaos ensue

His vacation is watching everyone else have a bad time

Makes up for it though, saves them a shit ton of money by making dinner every night.

I feel like he genuinely enjoys late nights on the beach, like Tim

Gets some beautiful photos of the water, and people taking walks that he's pretty damn proud of

Maybe once or twice he'll join Doby for a walk too get pictures of the rising sun

Likes getting small things from the gift shops

Shark teeth, maybe a cheesy snowglobe

Something silly but nice too remember the trip by

Eyeless Jack

first things first, ya know those double-lens glasses? Like you flip up the sunglass part and theres normal lenses underneath? Someone gave him those

But their are crappy eyes painted on the normal lenses

He's very confused but its just ridiculous enough for him too like

The beach isn't his favorite place, I HC him as nocturnal and most things are open during the day

He takes too the rides and crappy carnival games that are open late at night

He can't see everything super well but makes up fun things for himself

Enjoys going on rollercoasters that he has no idea what the hell the drops look like

Fucking hates bumper cars

Can't tell where everyone's coming from or when

More nerve racking then fun

Whenever they go to the beach beach he just kind of chills

Akwardly curls up on a towel because he's big as shit

Where ever they stay he walks around, uses his echo location shit too find out all its quirks

"This walls more hallow then that one- those support beams in the lobby are doing a very shitty job of keep things together"

Loves sitting out on the balcony and just smelling the salt air, listening too people laughing and the ocean waves

Just the small details a lot of people miss

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tobesobri · 5 years ago

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Nervous

the one where Y/N might be insane but Harry is definitely a shy nervous idiot. (~7k)

thank you @ anon for requesting this! I tried to do it justice, but I’ve honestly never written Harry this way so 😬hopefully it’s decent. Apart from this being probably the only request i’ve ever done, this is also my first piece of one-off writing i’ve posted in a long time, so I do really hope yall enjoy it as much as I do! Thank you to @fromyourstrulyh @aileenacoustic & @smokeinherperfume for beta reading and just generally being incredible ❤️As always, your feedback, thoughts or just a reblog are super appreciated!!

The busy conversation could not overpower the way the sun felt on Y/N’s skin. Sometimes it burned a little too hot, but other times it felt just right and she found herself basking in it, ignoring all her friends a few times too many. She knew if they were any further inland from the beach, the hot L.A. sun would be completely unbearable, but the breeze that swooshed through the courtyard every so often was enough to make the weather practically perfect.

She no longer regretted going for one of her summer dresses that had straps and a shorter hemline. Her other options had been one with sleeves or a midi skirt, but either of those would have left her boiling, even if she only had her bathing suit on underneath. The last thing she needed when seeing all her friends again was to be sweating buckets.

Especially in front of Harry.

She couldn’t remember when he’d first joined their ever-growing group, but she wasn’t going to complain about it. He was nice to look at, which was just about all she ever did because he wasn't a man of many words. All of their conversations burnt out within a couple minutes. She never had any idea what to say to him because frankly, he intimidated her. All of her friends had various connections to Hollywood, but he was most definitely the most famous person she knew. So knowing what to even say to Harry was a whole other obstacle than just simply being acquainted with him.

But she did like to look at him whenever she could get away with it. Particularly when he was chatting with someone else and she obsessed over the way his dimples went in and out of his cheeks every time he smiled. If she wasn’t staring at his face and admiring the freckles or how green his eyes were in the sun, she shamelessly watched his hands. Whether it was while he articulated them in conversation, or while he picked up his sandwich to take another bite, she couldn’t take her eyes away from them.

She wanted nothing more than for him to just have a normal fucking conversation with her like he did with everyone else.

“Hey.” Mel nudged her elbow into Y/N’s side, forcing her eyes away from Harry for the first time in the past three minutes. “Do you want to share a slice of chocolate cake?”

And for the first time since they’d sat down, something other than Harry piqued her interest. With enough sparkle in her eyes to blind someone, Y/N nodded eagerly. “That shouldn’t even be a question.”

Mel shrugged and looked over the dessert menu again to pick out the right slice of chocolate cake between a plain one, one filled with fudge in the middle, and one packed with triple chocolate--whatever that meant.

Trev, who sat beside Harry and right across from Y/N, folded his arms and leaned onto the table, “So Mel, how’s it going with that guy, uh… Alan?”

Mel rolled her eyes but kept them glued to her options of chocolate cakes, “It’s Adam.”

“Does it matter?”

Y/N bit back a smile and sat against her seat, waiting for the typical show between Trev and Mel where he let his jealousy spew out like boiling hot lava and made fun of whatever dude she was seeing all because he was too up his own ass to just ask her out. It was entertaining for the whole table, though, and especially for Y/N.

It was then, in the heat of Mel’s insults about Trev’s own miserable love life, that Y/N and Harry shared a glance, and only a glance because it was so quick, she thought she was imagining things. Just the familiar green of his irises burned into her eyelids was enough to know it wasn’t her mind playing tricks on her. She’d been snickering at the two in front of her when she blinked over at him, possibly because he had already been looking at her. As soon as she did, however, within less than a second he’d looked away. She would take it, and the way it made her entire insides feel like they were being electrocuted, and run with it though. He’d looked at her for the first time all afternoon and she just might gain the courage to try and talk to him again. If he would let her of course.

She thought about their last conversation and how it seemed like centuries ago, but also may have been the reason he hadn’t said a word to her today yet. A smaller portion of their group had gone to LACMA on an off day so it wasn’t as busy. She tried to talk to him about the Diego Rivera painting he’d been standing in front of which he had humorously mistaken for Frida Kahlo. Looking back on it though, she cringed at the way she’d laughed at his mistake because he probably didn’t find it all that funny. He had still laughed right along with her, as his cheeks reddened with embarrassment and he tried to find a quick escape to avoid interacting with her again on their museum trip--which he had done, successfully.

He knew Diego Rivera from Frida Kahlo, though, he wasn’t stupid, but whenever she was around and he had to communicate with her, he turned into a big dumb pile of mush who wouldn’t be able to tell his left foot from his right. He had never been so fucking nervous around someone in his entire life, and so naturally, he no clue what to make of her.

The bickering between Mel and Trev died down when their waitress returned to take dessert orders as a busboy collected dirty dishes. Although dessert was Y/N’s favorite part of every meal, she found herself pouting at the thought of their afternoon passing by a lot quicker than she expected it to.

The topic of discussion shifted once the sweets all arrived and suddenly they were all going on about Tiger King conspiracies that Y/N knew jack shit about, but still listened intently as if she did. She asked a dumb question every once in a while, which made everyone at the table groan in frustration. Eventually, though, they got onto more topics she didn’t understand the references to so she gave up.

Instead, she found herself eyeing Harry’s sampler of various cookies, particularly his painted fingers as he broke off pieces and popped them in his mouth. He had had black nail polish on at some point, but most of it had chipped off by now. The rings he usually wore to excess had dwindled down to just one on his middle finger. She missed them, even though she was sure his poor hands were in desperate need of a break from all the jewelry. His tattoos were on full display now, soaking up all the sun they could after being under long sleeve sweaters all winter. The black ink stood out against his slightly tanned skin, and especially against the red, floral print flowy button up he wore. She felt like it’d been ages since she saw him in something so casual, but they were all headed to the beach soon after all.

“Do you want some?” When she heard his voice, her eyes shot up to his face, realizing she’d been caught. Realizing he was looking at her and speaking to her because she’d been staring at his fucking hands not the cookies.

Since she couldn’t let him know about that, she nodded, “Uh sure.”

She felt even worse about taking a half of a chocolate chip cookie from him when he reached across the table and his poor, beautiful hand collided with her half-full cocktail glass that instantly dumped all over the table. It caught everyone’s attention when the glass broke and quickly Y/N and Trev grabbed napkins to soak up the liquid before it reached their laps while Val saved their plates.

Harry hid his face in his hands after placing the half of a cookie down on his plate again, utterly embarrassed by himself. “I’m so sorry,” He mumbled between his fingers after dragging his hands down his face dramatically to see the mess he’d made.

“Literally the clumsiest fucker I know, you know that?” Trev said while sopping up the rest of her drink and discarding the used napkins on an empty plate. Val called over their waitress once she was close enough to help deal with the broken glass.

“Can I buy you another one?” Harry asked, his cheeks flushed red when she looked at him again and it was definitely not from the sun. He looked embarrassed and apologetic and she was positive he felt stupid because she knew she would in his place, but it made her sad that he thought any of that when it was just a silly mistake.

Harry definitely would not have minded sinking into oblivion right there and then.

“No it’s alright, wasn’t that good of a drink anyways.” She shrugged, easing his nerves just a tad, but he still felt horrible.

“I’ll pay for that one then.” He concluded, not giving her a chance to shoot him down this time, however. And when the checks came long after Harry’s incident that gave him plenty of time to recover, she didn’t have much say in it either when he snatched up her check before the waitress could even hand it to her.

Y/N could easily pay for herself, but if Harry insisted she wasn’t going to argue. It was his way of feeling better about the situation and she’d leave it be, even if it did bug her that he said he’d pay for her drink, not her entire bill. She kept her mouth shut, however, and just gave him a mean look so at least he knew she wasn’t happy about it, even if she had no intentions to stop him.

She escaped to the restroom while everyone wrapped up, knowing she’d have to go the second she got near the ocean later and she did not want to use the disgusting public bathrooms at the beach. They were always full of sand, salty water, and smelled ten times fishier than normal.

Her confidence was at an all time high when she looked in the mirror, wondering if it had been the sun or Harry to do it to her, but either way it really didn’t matter. She felt like she was on a cloud and like nothing could touch her or bring her back down.

Except, of course, when she walked back out to reality and realized everyone had already made their ways to the Malibu coastline. Sighing, she pulled her phone from her little crossbody bag and walked towards the main entrance. Before she got too far into her Uber app, she glanced up at a familiar shade of bright red floral print standing near the doors and instantly floated back up to the clouds.

“Did everyone leave?” She asked once she walked up to Harry. He held onto a cardboard box of leftovers in one hand and his keys in the other. His sunglasses, that were previously perched on the neck of his shirt, had made their way to the top of his head, pushing his hair back from his face.

He nodded. “I, um… I didn’t know if you had a ride, or...?” He stumbled and she wasn’t sure why, but it was cute nonetheless, especially since she initially had the impression that Harry would be a little more self-assured than he was turning out to be. That was what she liked best about him though, that he tripped over his words and confused artists and spilled drinks.

She held up her phone in her hands and smiled, “I’m getting an Uber.”

He furrowed his brows, but she didn’t notice when she resumed picking out the cheapest option on the app to take her down PCH as she maneuvered around him and stepped back out into the warm summer afternoon.

He followed quickly, nearly tripping over himself and then cleared his throat, “Well, um, I’ve got a car.”

She paused, glancing at him over her shoulder while she narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “What kind of car?”

He had no clue why she’d asked him that, but given the little smirk on her lips, he had an inkling that if he didn’t have the right kind of car, she’d prefer to stick with her Uber options. What he was positive about, however, was that he’d never liked her more than he did right there in the parking lot as she planned on roasting his choice of transportation.

“Uhm...” He glanced around the lot until he found his car and then pointed it out, “that one.”

Her eyes fell to a bright yellow, convertible 1972 Ferrari Dino and she tried her best to not let him see the way her jaw practically hit the asphalt beneath their flip flops. Instead, she swallowed, stood up straight, faced him, and put her phone away.

“That will do.”

The surface streets were quiet, even though she’d forced him to put the top down while they drove. They were boring, too. She wanted to throw her hands up and feel the air between her fingers and flowing through her hair. Instead, they were stuck at every single red light imaginable on the short trip it took to get to the highway.

“How long have you had this car?” She asked once they’d stopped again, making herself at home in his passenger seat as she rested her elbow up on the door where the window would normally be if she hadn’t rolled it down the second he started the engine.

“Mm,” He thought, pinching his bottom lip between his thumb and index finger while his other hand clung tightly to the top of the steering wheel, enough so that she could see the whites of his knuckles. Was he nervous? Did he not like to drive with the top down? Or did he just not like to drive with her constantly staring at him?

“Couple years probably,” he answered finally while adjusting the radio to turn some music on and she took that as her cue to leave him alone. Maybe he was nervous because he liked to focus on the road while driving and not on her silly questions.

They got up to about twenty-miles-an-hour now while he flipped through stations, his eyes bouncing between the console and the road. He tuned the radio until she wrapped her hand around his forearm.

“Sorry, I just,” she let go of him after he gave her a look, one that she couldn’t quite read. He could have been mad at her for touching him for all she knew. “I really like this song.”

He moved both hands to the steering wheel as he sat back into his seat. He’d never heard the song before, but if she liked it then he’d leave it on. They drove for a bit longer until he heard her softly singing along and glanced over at her. He’d only meant to look for less than a second, but when she met his gaze, he got a little too distracted.

Her eyes darted out the windshield and her sudden, “Harry!” caused him to slam on the breaks, luckily just seconds before he managed to rear-end a Honda Civic. He was positive his hunk of metal would have done quite some damage.

“Shit,” he muttered, running his hand through his hair to shift it back into place as his heart raced a million miles.

Then, of course, it was racing for other reasons when he heard her giggling from beside him and once he was done freaking out, he joined in. He was such a fucking idiot but it apparently had made her laugh, so… silver lining?

Once they were on the highway, he no longer felt as tense. The wind from the ocean beside them blew his hair in every direction as he got up to the speed of traffic and she watched his hands as they shifted gears. She let her eyes, and her mind, wander while staring at his tattooless arm and the way the muscles flexed under his skin. It gave her that dangerous self-confidence all over again.

He heard her seatbelt click and immediately shot his eyes over to see what the actual fuck she was doing taking it off while he was going over sixty miles an hour. An all new reason to be anxious filled his entire nervous system as he watched her, through various quick glances, standing up in his passenger seat with no care in the world about flying out. As if he hadn’t already nearly caused an accident, here she was trusting him enough not to do it again.

Her skirt flew up in the breeze but she didn’t really care too much about that either, and neither did Harry. When she finally managed to peel her hands off the windshield, she threw them up and shouted at the top of her lungs, forcing nothing but a huge cheesy grin onto Harry’s face even though he wanted to pull over and kick her out for doing what she was doing and nearly giving him an aneurism.

She sat back down within seconds though, and his blood pressure settled at a more normal pace when she had her seatbelt secured around herself again.

“Wouldn’t have offered you a ride had I know you were going to do that!” He shouted over the sound of the wind.

“I’m in a Ferrari on PCH, you should have expected it!”

He shook his head at her as he glanced over his shoulder to switch lanes and make his off-ramp. She was fucking nuts. And he was a fucking idiot.

They sat in the parking lot together for a moment, staring out at the ocean, after he put the top up, closed the windows, and cut the engine. She was still coming down off of whatever high possessed her to stand up mid-freeway and he was trying not to act like a complete fool being alone with her again where it was quiet and they weren’t moving anymore.

“How come we never talk much?” She asked him before either of them could even think about getting out of the car and joining their friends down on the sand.

He stared straight ahead at the waves for a moment as he thought about why they weren’t as close as he wished they were and that it might be his fault. He just never knew what to say to her to not completely embarrass himself. Within the past hour, it was clear he still hadn’t figured it out.

He sighed, “Probably because you stand up in cars and make me nervous.” He didn’t realize, however, how his words would be twisted until she did so.

“Oh, so we don’t talk because I make you nervous?” She teased with a smirk but she clearly had no idea how right she was about that. Or maybe she did have some idea about it.

Either way, he tensed up realizing he had, yet again, said some dumb shit and went and embarrassed himself again.

“I’m kidding,” she assured when he remained quiet, “I just think we should talk more.” She fidgeted with the hem of her dress and it most definitely did not go unnoticed by Harry. “Then maybe one day you’ll let me drive your Ferrari and you can stand up.”

The breeze dropped several degrees as they walked through the sand to their friends, who were already set up with a few chairs and an ice chest full of wine coolers. It was a nice relief from the burning afternoon sun, but Y/N still regretted not packing a sweater.

As they walked together, someone made a whistling sound at them as if suggesting something had happened with her and Harry between the time it took them to get from the restaurant to the beach. It made him uneasy when everyone looked at them like they were amidst a walk of shame, and even more so when he glanced down at her to his side to see she was also slightly uncomfortable.

“What took you two so long?” Trev asked the second she and Harry reached their little set up. Everyone was already either taking their clothes off to run into the ocean, or securing their spots in the warm sand, nursing a bottle or two of alcohol.

Y/N squared her shoulders, “Harry almost caused an accident.”

His head whipped towards her so fast, he was sure he pulled a muscle in his neck. It was one thing for her to know about his dumbassery, but everyone else didn’t have to be in on it too.

A couple of their friends giggled, making Harry scratch at the back of his neck nervously, shaking out his curls and hoping they didn’t all think he was the biggest imbecile alive for not knowing how to drive a car like that. Especially since he did know how to drive, his brain just didn't function the way it was supposed to when Y/N was around.

“Or maybe,” Trev leaned in suggestively glancing between the both of them before settling his eyes on Y/N, “Harry finally won you over with his Ferrari.”

She scrunched her face, trying to figure out what the fuck Trev meant by finally? Harry never tried winning her over at any point in the past. Hell, before today she had been afraid that he hated her, wondering tirelessly what she did to get on Harry Styles’ bad side.

When she glanced at Harry, she was relieved to find that he seemed just about as confused as she was. So it was just Trev being a slimy asshole as per usual.

She rolled her eyes and shoved Trev’s shoulder as she walked past him, eliciting an overly dramatic response as he held his shoulder like a ginormous baby and called her a bitch under his breath.

Both Harry and Trev watched as she lifted her dress over her head, tossed it and her purse into a chair full of other people’s clothes, and flashed Trev her middle finger while she glanced over her shoulder at him. Before she ran off to the water, however, her eyes found Harry just in time to see the way his eyes flickered back up to her face. She smiled knowingly at him just before taking off, hoping his gaze would find its way to her backside again as she did so.

And frankly, her bathing suit didn’t leave too much to the imagination. It was all held together with strings that could come undone with just a single tug from Harry’s hands. Her bottoms were definitely cheeky and her top… Harry should not be looking.

But he was, he constantly found his eyes gravitating towards her as he sat beside Trev on land while she played in the water with the others. He also found his fists clenching whenever one of the other guys in their group got a little too close. He should also not be jealous.

“You know,” Trev began, sitting back against his seat and resting his wine cooler on his knee, “we all know you’re infatuated with her…” Harry turned to look at Trev like he was insane, “except for her of course. Probably because you act like an idiot around her and she thinks there’s something seriously wrong with you.”

Harry really couldn’t disagree. He did act like he only had a handful of brain cells sometimes, but in his defense, he didn’t do it on purpose. He had no clue why he couldn’t operate properly whenever she was around. No one had ever done that to him, not a single person he ever found remotely attractive turned him into a helpless ball of nerves the way she did.

Sighing, Harry stared out at the horizon through his tinted sunglasses and mumbled grumpily. “Maybe a little bit.”

“Knew you were too good to be true,” Trev teased, assuming Harry was referring to there being something seriously wrong with him rather than being maybe a little bit infatuated with her.

Harry shook his head with an exasperated smile on his lips, “You’re a cunt.”

“Listen man,” Trev sat forward again, taking a swig of his drink, “She’s fucking insane sometimes, but if you like her…” He shrugged.

“How insane is she, exactly?” Harry asked, although he already had an inkling given her earlier actions in his car.

Trev snorted out a laugh, “Not like that. She’s just like… I don’t know. Does crazy shit. She was the first one to jump off this huge ass cliff when we went diving a few summers ago.” Trev reminisced fondly before laughing again when he recalled something else Y/N had done. “She got drunk off her ass at New Years and did a handstand in the middle of Gasolina.”

Although Harry didn’t know what Gasolina was, he still imagined how fucking hilarious that party must’ve been. She was the good kind of crazy, he assumed, not the kind that might chop off his fingers in his sleep.

“Besides, all she does is work and hang out with her dog.” Trev added, leaving Harry to wonder profusely about what kind of dog she had. He considered a dachshund at first, but maybe a chihuahua was more her speed.

“Anyways,” Trev sighed, settling into his seat again, “I just think you should stop acting like a twelve-year old and ask her out if you like her.”

Harry’s brows furrowed again, “Maybe you should take your own advice.”

He watched as Trev’s eyes landed right on Mel, who had her arms around Y/N’s shoulders as they descended further into the ocean, and he sighed even deeper this time. “That’s way more complicated than the two of you.”

He never would have offered her a ride, no matter how much he liked her, when she’d first came up from the water and threw her dress back on. She was a wet, hot mess for a long while until they all packed up after they watched the sun set and it started getting dark. There was no way he was leaving her there to wait for an Uber by herself, however, once they’d gotten everything packed up into the back of Trev’s Jeep.

Not that she was pulling her phone out to scroll through the app or asking anyone else for a ride.

So, she wound up in his passenger seat again, staring at the sky as it mixed through various shades of peaches and purples until it turned a dark blue color and the stars started coming out as he drove. They listened to some oldies station while heading north on PCH and she never stopped looking at how beautiful the world was around her, especially the part of the world that sat right next to her as he drove silently with his sunglasses on top of his head again. He was cute when he focused, she thought.

When he reached her driveway, she really didn’t want him to leave yet. She’d even considered taking him the long way to her house and hoping he wouldn’t notice just to spend more time with him. She stared up at the stars still while they sat idly in her front yard until she looked over at Harry with a smile and he met her eyes curiously.

“Do you wanna meet my dog?”

She shivered as she closed the door behind Harry, locking it before returning her attention back to him. Seeing him planted into the familiar backdrop of her house felt weird, but it also swelled her stomach with a million butterflies.

“I’m gonna change real quick. The living room’s through there,” she pointed and he followed, “you can make yourself at home.”

While she disappeared up the stairs, he wandered hesitantly, removing his shoes before he walked onto the carpet in her living room. He sat down in the corner of her loveseat, taking in all the surroundings. Her house was nice and he thought about what she did for a living, trying to remember if it had ever come up in conversations before. He didn’t get too far lost in his thoughts and his wandering eyes when there was a sudden bang on the back door behind him followed quickly by loud and incessant barking.

When he looked out the windows that faced her backyard he realized she did not, in fact, have a dachshund or a chihuahua. She had a fucking pitbull.

Possibly even more fitting, and slightly less scarier than the chihuahua.

“Sorry,” she ran in the living room just then, in a pair of lounge shorts and a loose-fitting long sleeve, and went straight to the back door, “I promise Patrick’s not as mean as he sounds.”

“Patrick like… from Spongebob?” Harry asked as she unlocked the back door to let him in.

She grinned like Harry was the first one to automatically get the reference without her having to explain it, “He was a little bit dumb as a puppy.” She shrugged and opened the door and the tan-colored pitbull ran straight towards Harry, jumping on the couch and into his lap like they were already the best of friends.

Patrick got about ten licks to Harry’s poor face before Y/N got a hand in between and tried pulling the stubborn dog away. She apologized again and even though Harry assured her that it was okay, he still seemed highly uncomfortable. When she moved, hoping Patrick would stop molesting Harry with his tongue, she’d been horribly wrong and he went back in for more and Harry was far too polite to do anything about it himself besides making feeble attempts at pushing Patrick away awkwardly.

So, instead, she ran around the couch and pulled him off of Harry, squeezing herself between him and her dog. While Harry wiped off his face, she turned toward him once Patrick had settled down, “I swear he’s trained, he just… forgets boundaries sometimes.” She said the last bit through her teeth, directed specifically at Patrick while petting the dog on the head. He just continued to stare past her at Harry, panting and wagging his tail.

“It’s alright, I don’t mind.” Harry assured her again. He really didn’t mind. Maybe a little, but it wasn’t the end of the world to have too much attention from a dog. Especially if it was her dog.

It was quiet for a moment before she perked up like she’d just remembered something, “Oh, do you want something to drink? I forgot to ask before.”

Harry didn’t really want her to leave just yet, but on the other hand, he desperately wanted her to. He could feel the nervous sweat on his forehead and his clammy hands and he just needed a moment to collect himself. So he nodded, “Sure,” and she bounced back up onto her feet and left him alone with Patrick.

While Harry had successfully wiped the sweat from his face on the back of his shirt and his hands on his jeans--and cupped said hand over his mouth to check his breath-- Patrick scooted right up to Harry’s side, curled into a ball, and rested his head on Harry’s lap. Which was the exact sight Y/N returned to moments later with a couple glasses of water in her hands.

“Guess he likes you, then.” She laughed lightly while handing one of the glasses to Harry and sat down on the other side of Patrick. It was a gap bigger than the one between them previously, but Harry was okay with that. Maybe he’d stop sweating so profusely from just being in her presence.

They were quiet again, but not for too long that it ever got awkward. Harry was sure, at this point, that Y/N was a professional at avoiding awkward silences with the way she said the most random shit right out of the blue.

“Do you like stand up?”

He looked at her like he had no clue what the fuck she was talking about, but in hindsight he should have known. In the moment, though, when she caught him off-guard, he literally could not fathom in his brain what she meant by stand up. So he just shrugged and mumbled, “I guess?”

She didn’t seem to notice his enormous brain fart when she reached forward to grab the remote from the coffee table a little too excitedly. And once she turned on Netflix and searched for John Mulaney, it clicked in his head. Maybe Trev had been right. Harry might just have something slightly wrong with him.

He’d never personally seen any of Mulaney’s stand up, but he’d heard the name and when Y/N mumbled that he was one of her favorite comedians, that’s all he needed to know about the guy. Harry would sit through hours of his stand up if it meant spending more time with her.

John Mulaney had already gotten a few giggles out of Harry within the first five minutes of The Comeback Kid and every single time it happened, Y/N glanced at him proudly as if she were the one telling the jokes and making Harry laugh.

She felt even more full of herself when John’s punchline about exes came seven minutes in and Harry nearly laughed his entire ass off at, ‘Anyone who’s seen my dick and met my parents needs to die.’

Actually, she was certain he’d done some damage to his body when Harry laughed so hard that he held a hand to his stomach, doubled over on the couch and choked on his own spit. She tried not to laugh at his reaction as she sat forward and grabbed his glass of water off the coffee table to hand it to him.

Her movements caused Patrick to get up and jump off of the couch, settling for a cool spot on the hardwood floors to stretch out on as he panted. Harry sipped on his water until he could breathe properly again.

“It’s okay,” she reassured him, “the dick jokes get me every time too.” Although she intended for it to make him feel better, his cheeks just burned twice as hot from the way she said dick so nonchalantly.

“Are there more dick jokes then?” He asked.

“There’s always more dick jokes to be made.” She confirmed, making him chuckle again. “So you’ll stay and laugh at them with me?”

He wasn’t sure at what point she’d gotten so close to him on the couch, but when she laughed and he felt her shoulder shake against his own, he quickly tensed up. It wasn’t that he didn’t want her closer, he just didn’t want to act like a complete fool again. And his reaction to just her touching his shoulder was enough to tell him foolery was on the horizon.

He also wasn’t sure when it became a given that he was staying to watch all of the John Mulaney specials on Netflix with her, but he wasn’t complaining. As long as he got to hear her laugh and imitate some of the jokes and weird voices John did, he was happy staying exactly where he was all night and, in fact, when she announced they’d burned through all of them, he was disappointed.

Even more so when she flipped the TV off and he wondered how much longer until she planned on saying goodbye and then who knows how long until they’d see each other again.

It was quiet, apart from Patrick’s snores, but not for long.

“I’m sorry I stood up in your car and made you nervous.”

He turned and met her eyes and she was very clearly not sorry about it, but he didn’t want her to be either. “S’alright.”

They stared at each other for a moment while he thought about what else she was going to say, if anything at all. But he should have known better than to assume she didn’t have anything else up her sleeve.

It was just that the next time she spoke there wasn’t the perpetual cute little grin on her face. Instead, she met him with a frown. “To be honest, Harry, I kinda thought you hated me before today.”

He scrunched his face, absolutely detesting that she ever thought that at all. “I don’t hate you.” He said it like it was the most ridiculous thing he’d ever heard.

She tilted her head to the side while she looked at him and then gave him a reason why it wasn’t that ridiculous of an assumption on her part. “Then why do you always avoid me?”

He felt bad about the way he acted around her, especially since she had the wrong impression about it. He didn’t avoid her, he just didn’t know how to talk to her when he always acted like a neanderthal around her.

Sighing, he shuffled a bit in his seat as the anxious sweats really made themselves known. “You were right when you said we don’t talk because you make me nervous.”

She grew more confused by that, “You’re literally Harry Styles, how do I make you nervous?”

He shrugged, “Been trying to figure it out myself.”

Although he’d been avoiding her gaze like the plague, sure that he’d never be admitting any of this to her while looking right into her eyes, she still smiled sweetly at him. He was Harry fucking Styles, who got up on a stage more times than she could imagine and sang in front of thousands of people, but she made him nervous.

She took him off guard again. “Are you seeing anyone right now, Harry?”

His eyes quickly panned to her, wide and puzzled by her question. “No… wh--”

She didn’t give him a chance to finish after she’d gotten the only answer she wanted out of him and suddenly she was a lot closer than she’d ever been. In fact, there was no longer a single gap between them as she reached her hand up to his jaw and pulled his mouth down onto hers. Even though he didn’t know how to react at first, feeling her on his lips, his brain swelled with all the good kinds of chemical reactions and he kissed her back, wiping his hand on his jeans again before he touched it to the side of her face, cupping her cheek in his palm softly.

Normally, he’d be the one making the first move, but he didn’t really mind it being the other way around with her. Who knows if they ever would have gotten to this point if they’d waited for him to make the first move, after all.

He definitely didn’t mind it when she swiped her tongue across his lower lip and positioned herself into his lap. His head had fallen back into the cushions while she straddled him and got a little too carried away, but, again, he didn’t mind it. He fed off of her energy until he was slipping hesitant hands down her waist and on her backside, making her moan into his mouth that both felt and sounded like heaven.

Heaven. He was in heaven and this completely bizarre angel was in his lap, making out with him on her couch and rubbing herself all up on him in ways that were so very unheavenly.

Neither of their dopamine infused brains registered the sound of Patrick’s collar when it was vastly more important to focus on the way she giggled around his mouth and how his tongue felt swirling around with hers.

However, when he jumped up on the couch beside them and began licking Y/N’s face, she snapped back to reality for a moment. Pulling away from Harry with a whine, she sat back on his knees and wiped the slobber with the back of her hand while she stared over at Patrick.

“Can I help you?”

Patrick did some whining of his own while he dug his paw towards her, begging for attention. So she gave it to him, petting his head and scratching his ears while Harry watched, still very aware of his hands on her hips and her free hand leaning on his shoulder.

“Crazy dog,” she muttered mostly to herself while Patrick laid down next to them.

“Like his owner,” Harry teased, mostly just to bring her attention back to him.

It worked too as she pinged her eyes back to Harry as fast as humanly possible and faked offense, “You think I’m crazy?”

“You asked me to meet your dog and then somehow hooked me into staying for three hours to watch John Mulaney specials and then completely out of nowhere… ended up here.” He nodded his head down at their current positioning with her still perched on his lap.

It took her a moment, but she fully realized what she had done soon enough. And once she did, she was quick to apologize. “Shit, Harry, I’m sorry. I didn’t meant to--”

Before she managed to get much further away from him in failed attempts of removing her foolish self from his lap, he grabbed hold of her wrists and brought her hands up to either side of his head, pulling her as close as she’d been before with just an inch or so gap between their lips this time.

“I think that’s why you make me nervous,” He admitted softly and after glancing between both her wary eyes, his gaze landed on her lips just moments before he stretched upwards to meet them with his again.

They fell back into place completely, except this time, she’d gone as far as to undo all the buttons on his shirt while she made out with him on her couch. Once it was open and she had full range of his chest, she pulled away from him again and watched his body rise and fall quickly as he caught his breath. She traced her fingertips over his butterfly tattoo, and like magic formed a few of them in his stomach while he watched her through heavy eyelids.

When their eyes met again, she smiled excitedly. “Does this mean I can drive your car now?”

#100% rewatched the comeback kid in the middle fo writing this jnjvf #but im really happy and proud with how it turned out so im excited!!#kinda longer than i expected it to be but oh well #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanfic #harry styles writing #harry styles one shot #shy!harry

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Hey idk if youve done this alreadh but im curious about your body headcanons for the sdr2 cast!! An anon sent some in for characters previously (the one where they said things like angie has vitiligo and stuff-i love them and they really stuck with me haha) and i wanna know your headcanons!! :D

Hmhmm this one I might be listing off the spot lmao. I feel like my hcs are mostly just. Common hcs but hey I never said I wasn’t basic skdjksjdks

cw for. Everyone. Yeah kdjfksjdks

Hajime…..I like to think he’s slightly buff? Maybe that’s not the right word. Toned? Idk, I hc that he jumps around hobbies a lot because he wants to find something he’s good at, so that includes sports. I like the idea that a few stick with him, like swimming and basketball. I imagine he also has light scrapes and scars on his legs from falling, both with skateboarding and general Clumsy Shit.

Also this one switches a lot but with Trans Hajime, I can see him with top surgery scars.

Oh ah, I like freckled Hajime!! It’s cute. This one goes with the sports hc, but I like the idea that he’s kinda tanned. Entirely unrelated but I also like the idea that he has calluses from playing guitar.

Chiakiii!! She’s soft bc I said so. Specifically her thighs, arms and stomach + some stretch marks. And moles all over. Projecting big time onto a cute fictional girl, call that self care <333 /j

uhh other than that, I imagine she has bags under her eyes from staying up late gaming. Also tan Chiaki my love. Shh I know she probably doesn’t go outside for days on end. In my defense I tan easily and I imagine she does too. Again with the projection. Shhhh

Oh oh!!!! I forgot to mention but!!!! Chiaki gets a ton of moles. I saw the boob mole and went !!!!!! fellow mole haver!!!!!! and went nuts. This is the one weird niche entirely irrelevant thing that can get me to like a character, just. Being able to point at them and jump up and down with joy over them also having moles. Idk why it’s just therapeutic <33

Nagito’s bony. Skinny mf. Could probably cut cheese with his elbows. Maybe grate it on his collarbones. Cuddling with him would be a fight to see if you can find a position that doesn’t end with something poking you in the gut. I mean this affectionately, he’s bony as shit but he’s my bony fucker <3

Pale asf, sunburns if he’s in the sun for more than two minutes. His eye bags could hold the entirety of his life’s trauma. Sharpest features ever. Sometimes I hc that he looks greasy, and other times I hc that he looks ethereally pretty in a ghostly way. Either way he always looks like he’s had the soul sucked out of him by a Dementor.

You can probably definitely see the veins in his hands. They’re. Very There. Also I’ve brought this up before but he definitely has big ass hands. L a r g e hands, all the better to head pat you with. This was originally so much more pining but I decided no I’ve exposed myself enough on this blog skfjksjdkd

Oh last minute thing, I think he’d be tall as fuck. Specifically 6’0 or taller. Also he probably (definitely) has at least a few scars from his childhood, particularly that plane crash. And I like to think he has glasses when he’s older. I’m so sorry that his section is so long I have so many thoughts about him ;;;;;

Okay uhh Imposter? Mmm. Idk actually. I do think they’d have callused fingers but soft hands. Probably from having to adapt to using a ton of different talents for their Imposter Agenda. Also stretch marks probably, all over their body.

Teruteru uhhhhh. God. Can you tell I don’t think about some characters ;;;;; Idk I don’t have much that differs from canon. I like him. Oh but he probably has cook hands? Chef hands, whatever you wanna call them. Probably faint scars from cuts and burns from when he was still learning how to cook from his mama.

Mahiru……hmm well freckles obviously dkjfksjd. I think she’s tanned as well since I feel like she likes sunlit shots. Idk I don’t have much. I like to think she’s got a stockier body type though.

Also not necessarily her body but I like her with an undercut!

Peko’s buff <3 it’s canon <333 /j

N ee way yeah. Buff Peko my love. Also she probably has a few scars from handling her sword when she was younger and less experienced. I also feel like she would have contacts she wears when she trains bc fuck exercising with glasses

I don’t really have anything for Hiyoko until she gets her growth spurt. Afterwards, I imagine she’s tall and kinda thin? Mainly bc of fast metabolism probably, though when she’s older maybe she’d be a little less spindly.

I don’t know if her hair would be bleached or not, but if it were, I like the idea of her letting her actual hair color grow in. If not, I think Ibuki might help her try a few sections of dyed hair? Idk I just like the thought

Ibuki is a fellow bony bitch. I mean this lovingly. She’s skin and bone. Skeleton rocker lady

Probably tan, I imagine she spends a lot of time in the sun. She strikes me as a summer person. Oh, I also saw some art of Black Ibuki with vitiligo and loved that!! Also calluses from shredding guitar, obviously

Hmmm I like the idea that she rollerskates? So possibly some bruises or scars on her arms or legs from falling on concrete when she was still learning. Oh oh I imagine she has a ton of piercings!!! On her ears, nose, lips, brows, tongue, belly button…….maybe she has a split tongue too idk. Also she totally gets a ton of tattoos when she’s outta Hope’s Peak, prove me wrong.

Mikan uhhh. I like tall Mikan. She deserves the height. 5’8 to 6’0 Mikan good 👍

Hmm she probably has scars all over, particularly on her arms and legs. Uh. Idk I imagine she’s curvy probably. What do I say for her I don’t have anything skjdksjdks

I’m not even gonna lie I don’t have a damn thing for Nekomaru. Or. Wait nevermind here’s a concept: buff Nekomaru but like. If you’ve seen those wrestlers who have fat on them that hides some fucking crazy strength? Yeah that’s him. Also hairy asf.

Gundham……tall vampire vibes. I’d say he’s a stick but also I feel like he’s the slim type of muscular. Idk how to describe it. Shigaraki type muscle? Male gymnast. No nevermind those guys have visible muscle. Shigaraki type it is

Hmmm I think this is canon but probably a few scratches from his pets. His arms and legs mainly but I’m sure the Devas have scratched up his neck at some point or another. Just a little though. Also piercing fiend Gundham my beloved. I also like him having a couple tattoos when he’s older. Ibuki probably helped him heheh

I’m torn between Fuyuhiko being skinny as shit and Fuyuhiko being tiny and buff. I like both………hhh

His hair is probably bleached. Peko probably helps him re-dye it when his roots start growing in. I also like him having glasses

Uhhh tooth gap Fuyu’s cute. I used to have a super small one before I got my braces, I imagine it’s the same for him. Him, Ibuki, and Gundham are probably Tattoo Buds.

Kazuichi…..I want so bad to say he’s a weakling just to make fun of him but he’s a mechanic that probably works with heavy machine parts a lot and he probably has some sick biceps. But he probably also smells like hair dye, oil, metal, and Monster Energy. Win lose situation I guess.

I like to think he has a couple piercings? Not as many as Ibuki, but maybe he’s got like. Second or third place in the class. Also he totally filed his teeth to be sharp like that

Akane!! Buff lady, could probably deadlift me or something. She’s definitely got some scars from running around, especially when she was first learning parkour. Ummm oh, I like to think she has a chipped tooth or smth like that from falling roughly as a kid.

Soniaa <33 in my heart she will always be tall and have at least some muscle. Novoselic is a war country if I remember correctly, she’s definitely got some military training in her.

Idk why but her with heterochromia just popped into my head. That pretty greenish blue gray that she has + maybe brown or hazel? I think that’d be cool. And hip dips.

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thatesqcrush · 4 years ago

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The Trip

Bryan Kneef x Reader. CW: NSFW. Oral sex (male & female receiving), p in v sex, some roughish sex, incl. choking, hair pulling, and spanking, some daddy! references & of course, language. Bryan being his usual asshole self. For holiday bingo: silver & gold. Dedicated to @beccabarba who is a super awesome person, writer, and friend. If you haven’t read her stuff - DO IT (after you read my story though, ha! JK, JK).

WC: 3.5k

You sighed in annoyance, fanning yourself with the pamphlet that you had been given. It was the annual ERISA Litigation Conference, taking place in Palm Beach, Florida. It was not how you had exactly planned spending your Christmas. Your parents extended their vacation in Europe and your sister had the flu. When your boss, Gavin Firth announced he needed a volunteer to attend the conference, you leaped at the chance. Spending a week in Florida, even for work, sounded like a vacation – something you not had in five years. Chicago at Christmas was brutally cold. No thank you.

You were stuck for the entire day at the Tideline Hotel and Spa, in “Conference Room B.” The luxurious hotel had gone all out with elaborate holiday decorations. Silver and gold reindeers and dark green garland with red holly berries flanked the hotel. Multiple Christmas trees adorned the lobby. The hotel added a menorah and a kinara for good measure as well.

There was an issue with the air conditioner in your conference room and all the other conference rooms were filled. You were sweltering. There was a small bar and you were waiting on a refill of a peach bellini when you noticed him walking in.

It was Bryan fucking Kneef.

The head of STR Laurie’s litigation department sauntered in, wearing a two-button linen suit with pick stitching and flat front trousers. The top button of the white shirt he wore under was unbuttoned, with a tuft of chest hair sticking out. He recognized you immediately and he made way, pausing briefly to greet to other litigators.

As Bryan approached you, he took off his sunglasses, revealing his bright green eyes. “Hello Y/N.”

“Hello Bryan; what are you doing here? I thought you had court this week.” You replied, as you took your drink from the bartender.

“Passed it off to Caleb. When I heard the conference was here in sunny Florida, I jumped at the chance.” Bryan made a jack off motion with his fist which earned a raised brow from you. “What a perfect way to blow off some steam on the firm’s dime?”

“It’s nine o’clock in the morning Bryan.” You replied, as he ordered a scotch from the bartender. “You need Jesus.” You rolled your eyes.

When he turned his attention away from you, you glanced back at him and eyed him carefully – he did look good. More than good as evidenced by the pool of desire that was growing between your legs. It was safe to say that you had a crush on him – how could you not with how attractive he was. And he was intelligent and a smart ass, with the sharpest of tongues. But his acrid attitude turned you off. He, however, loved to goad and hound you – ever since you joined the firm years ago. Before Caleb became his associate, you were his associate. There were countless nights where you would burn the midnight oil finishing his briefs while he was galivanting around Chicago sowing his seed. Aside from being worked to the bone, you learned a lot from him. Eventually, you worked your way out and were fast-tracked to junior partner.

Bryan felt as if he was being watched and he turned, catching you staring, which caused your cheeks to flush. You sure had grown up from being his associate. You were more beautiful than he remembered, with shapely hips and perky breasts encased in mint sleeveless sheath dress. Your lips appeared soft and lush and he zoned in on them as you chided him on his choice drink. He wondered how your lips would feel around his cock.

“Where are you sitting?” Bryan asked, shifting his stance as he felt his cock twitch.

“By the window, it’s too damn hot in here.” You replied. When he replied he would join you, you felt your heart race. You both settled and gave your breakfast orders to the hotel staff. Bryan removed his jacket and rolled up his sleeves.

You squirmed in your seat – how could someone even make rolling up their sleeves sexy? You fanned yourself some more and chugged your drink.

The first day of conference went well overall. There were various speakers discussing issues such as fraudulent claims, insurance companies acting capriciously and how to be more effective with settlement demands. You took copious notes while Bryan dicked around on his phone.

The day ended in the early afternoon and you decided to use your time at the hotel pool. Purchasing a swimsuit in December had been a bit more difficult than you had imagined and the only thing you found at the last minute was a black single strap suit with a silver and gold diagonal stripe. The back was dangerously low and the swimsuit bottoms were cheeky, showing an ample amount of your ass. You wore a lace cover-up that had a very boho-chic feel to it. You paired it an oversized floppy hat and black sunglasses.

You made your way to the pool, armed with a book and a drink in another. You found a lounge chair and took off your cover-up. You laid on your stomach and read a few pages, feeling the warm sun on your skin. You felt your eyes begin to droop and you were about to give in to sleep when a voice spoke, causing you to jump. You saw Bryan standing over you. Your eyes trailed over his chest hair which was neatly trimmed and followed the vertical trail all the way down from his navel down to his short swim trunks which left nothing to the imagination. Bryan Kneef definitely was packing.

“Your ass is better than Memo 618.” Bryan licked his lips and you sat up, covering yourself. “This seat taken?” Bryan did not wait for you to answer, instead sitting at the edge of your chair.

You scooted up more in the chair and crossed your legs and arms, pushing up your tits further. Through his sunglasses, Bryan appreciated the view, noting if he just tugged the top a little, your tits would be exposed.

Two women in bikinis that left very little to the imagination walked by and Bryan peered up, taking off his sunglasses to leer at them. “Hi ladies.” The two women smirked at him and Bryan watched them walk away. You watch the scene before you and you suddenly feel self-conscious – you were still carrying some holiday weight – and holiday weight from years prior.

“I’m getting a new chair.” You announce loudly. “Nice seeing you Bry.” You gather your belongings and move to leave when Bryan grips your arm.

“Stay, come on. I figured we could catch up since I hardly see you around in the office and maybe tonight we could grab dinner.” Bryan replied. To your surprise, he seemed sincere.

“Are you asking me out?” You asked. “What – can’t get the Barbie bimbos?”

Bryan rolled his eyes. “It’s dinner – come on, we’re colleagues, we’re friends.” You gave him a look. “Okay, we’re colleagues.”

“Fine.” You acquiesce. “Go sit over there. You’re going to ruin my tan.” Bryan chuckled as he moved to the empty lounge chair. You roll back onto your stomach once more and start to dive into your book when you feel a pair of hands on you.

“What in the actual fucking fuck?” You swore and look over to see Bryan squeezing lotion onto his hand. He rubbed his large hands together. “You’re going to burn. Let me put some lotion on you.” His hands began to rub your back and you felt your desire skyrocket. He may have been an asshole, but the man’s touch… was something else.

As his hands moved lower and lower, you let your mind wander on what else his hands could do. You couldn’t help but let out a very soft moan in response as his hands moved up the backs of your thighs.

The chair creaked as Bryan stood. He crouched beside you, and pushed your hair back. “Just say the word and we can do much more than just dinner.” His fingers scraped gently along the back of your neck and you shivered. You stared at him, mouth agape as he sat back on the other chair, his arms behind his head, with a very smug and sure look on his face.

You met Bryan for dinner at the hotel restaurant, which had a 5 star Michelin rating. Bryan wore another linen suit and you wore a cream colored off the shoulder fitted dress with a sweetheart neckline. Large hoop earrings hung off your ears and you kept your makeup light and your hair loose. Bryan was ever the gentleman, helping you into your seat.

Dinner was going well, with drinks flowing a bit too easily. You could see why Bryan was the way he was, expecting things the way he did. The man was charming and suave. When not being a pissed off asshole, he was actually really easy to get along with. You discussed old cases and the merger with Reddick, Boseman & Lockhart and found you both had a mutual dislike for Diane Lockhart.

When the check arrived, Bryan insisted on paying, which you let him. Bryan watched as you knocked back the rest of your wine. You wiped your mouth on the napkin and met his eyes, which were blown with lust. Your brain screamed no, but the throb in your pussy said YES.

“Does your offer still stand?” You asked. Bryan noted the twinge in your voice.

Bryan grinned like the cat who caught the canary. “You bet your sweet ass it does.”

“When we get back to the office, not a word.” You moaned as Bryan sucked on your neck.

“When we get back to the office, I am going to fuck you there too.” Bryan murmured as he worked the back of your dress zipper. You turned around so he could unzip it fully. You pushed your dress down, until it pooled at your feet. You turned slowly and stepped out. You weren’t wearing a bra – just a tiny piece of fabric that dared called itself a thong. Bryan had quickly shed himself of his own clothes, just clad in boxers with a very sizeable tent evident.

“Do you have condoms?” You ask, drinking his near nude form in.

“No worries; I’m snipped.” Your brow arched, pleased with this information.

“Just as well. I’m on birth control.” You shrugged.

“Then what the fuck are we waiting for?” Bryan growled. He pulled you to him closely, kissing you deeply once more. His hands went to your ass, grabbing and squeezing the meaty flesh of your ass. You let out a moan and he used the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, exploring. He tasted like mint and something else that was very much uniquely him and you wondered if he tasted the same below. Bryan picked you up easily by the backs of your thighs and carried you to the bed. You both fell onto the bed, a mess of tangled limbs. The two of you continued your heavy make out session, hands touching everywhere. Bryan sat up and took one of your breasts into his mouth. You threw your head back as his tongue licked one nipple while he firmly rolled and pinched the other. You writhed in his lap, feeling his cock grow even harder beneath you, if that was even possible. Bryan switched breasts and repeated his actions. His beard burned you in the best of ways, leaving red marks along your skin.

“Oh God!” You groaned as he suckled on your tit harder and then nipped you.

“Not God.” Bryan chuckled darkly. “Just me.”

You entwined your hands into Bryan’s dark hair, keeping him in place. “Do that again. That felt so fucking good.” Bryan smiled and did as you requested which earned another moan from you. Bryan licked the space between your breasts and then placed wet kisses along your abdomen. You momentarily felt self conscious of your stomach but that thought was quickly forgotten as Bryan pulled your thong to the side and buried his face into your hot needy cunt.

Bryan ate you out like a man possessed, his tongue mimicking what he planned to do you later. He was relentless in his actions, gripping you tightly to his face. You hips undulated against his mouth as he alternated between burying his tongue into you and lapping at your folds. He snaked two fingers into you and began to finger fuck you, while his tongue found your swollen bundle of nerves and stayed there. The sounds that emanated – helpless and uncontrolled sighs and wails which go straight to Bryan’s cock. As he stroked the sweet spot inside of you, you let a deep guttural groan. You came hard, your thighs gripping the sides of his face tightly. Bryan continued to lap at you through your orgasm and your second orgasm approached fairly quickly.

Bryan takes a moment to remove his mouth from you, but he continues to rub haphazard circles on your clit. It’s beautiful when you come. Your back is arched towards the ceiling, your thighs tremble and shake. A light sheen of sweated coated your skin.

You threw your hands over your face as you let out a giggle. You had never experienced oral sex like this before. The man’s tongue was clearly sharp both in and out of the bedroom. “Holy shit!” You panted.

Bryan climbed over you, kissing the space between your breasts once more and then covered his body with yours, kissing you deeply. You could taste yourself on him and it just spurred your desire.

“Let me return the favor.” You murmured and Bryan was quick to roll himself over, shedding himself of his boxers. His massive cock sprung, falling back on his taut belly, with a heavy smack. Your eyes widen slightly as you take his size and girth in with an equally proportionate sack.

You spat into your hand and reached up to jerk his cock. His cock feels thick, hot and heavy in your hand. Your fingers graze the ridges and veins of his engorged cock before taking him into your mouth. Bryan hissed and he wrapped both of his hands into your hair, guiding your mouth on his cock. He had to will himself to not just fuck your mouth and completely unload. ‘No, no’ Bryan thinks to himself, deciding to save that idea for another day.

“You’re such a good little cocksucker.” Bryan praised and you squealed in response, though the sound was muffled because your mouth was full. The taste of his pre-cum flooded your mouth. You pulled away to take a brief breather, a strand of saliva connected you to him. You continued to use your hand to help you before taking more of his length into your mouth, triggering your gag reflex. The sounds of your mouth slobbering all over his cock drove Bryan crazy. You didn’t ease up. You reached up and gently cradled his balls, massaging them softly. Bryan let out a grunt of surprise as you dipped your head down and sucked gently on his balls, using your hand to jerk him.

“Enough.” Bryan barked. “I want to fuck that pussy.” He climbs off the bed, reaching over to grab the hotel bed pillows and stacks them one on top of the other. “All fours.”

You realize what he is doing and you climb into position. Your ass was up in the air, the rest of your bod diagonal, with your head to the side. You let out a squeal as Bryan smacks your ass, the sting burning your skin briefly.

Bryan positions himself behind you and runs his cock along your soaked pussy. You push against him, eager to feel him inside of you. Again, teasingly, Bryan rubbed his cock against your folds, barely just slipping in. You whimpered in protest.

“Please.” You desperately begged. “Fucking fill me up with that big fat cock of yours.”

In one movement, Bryan slid his cock into you. You gasped at the fullness. You gripped the sheets as you felt his balls nestle at your pussy. He filled you so completely that it took your breath right out of you. Bryan began to slowly piston in and out of you, watching as his cock disappeared into your warm sheath. He rotated his hips, before coming to a still causing you to mewl and whimper.

You were close to the precipice and not in the mood for niceties. “Come on, I’m not gonna break,” you gritted. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

That earned two spanks in succession as Bryan growled in response quickening his tempo. The headboard of the bed banged against the wall as he fucked you hard. His hands gripped your hips tightly; you were certain there would be bruises in the morning.

“Your pussy is so fucking tight and wet.” Bryan grunted, spanking you some more.

“All for you.” You whined, pushing back and meeting his thrusts. “Give it to me Bry. I want to come!”

“This is my pussy.” Bryan grunted, leaning his weight over you and twisting your hair into his palm. He pulled you back hard, the pain of it should have alarmed you, instead, you gave into it, craving more. You were flush against him, your back to his chest and he fucked up into you. Your mouth grew slack and your eyes fluttered close as he wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing. His other hand found your clit and began to rub again.

“I… I…” you babbled incoherently, your mind was going fuzzy with the pleasure you were feeling. Without warning, Bryan pulled out of you, rolling onto his back.

He held his cock straight up and looked at you expectantly. You felt your self-consciousness rear its ugly head at the idea of riding him.

“I can’t.” You replied weakly. Bryan gave you a look that could only be described as ‘what the fuck.’ His eyes turned dark and stony and his face hardened.

“You can and you will.” Bryan replied with confidence.

“I’m too heavy.” You bemoaned.

Bryan let go of his cock and slapped the outside of his thigh. “I’m a grown fucking man. Come on and ride daddy’s cock like a good girl.”

You nodded and Bryan reached for you, pulling you on top of him. You followed his lead, reaching down to grab his cock. You noticed your essence all over his cock and you groaned internally before you climbed onto him and sunk into his cock. You began to roll your hips. Bryan’s own eyes fluttered close and his hands were on your hips, guiding you.

“Fuuuck.” Bryan growled, thrusting his hips up to meet you. He leaned you down and took a breast into his mouth, as he jack-hammered into you. You cried out again and reached down to rub your swollen nub.

“Are you going to be a good girl and come for me?”

“I am going to… oh Bryan, fuck! Just like that.” You gasped.

“Come for me.” He commanded with a grunt, gripping your hips tightly as he pounded into you. “Cream on daddy’s cock.”

You wailed Bryan’s name as you came completely undone. Feeling your walls flutter around his cock, seeing your wrecked face - it was all too much for Bryan and he came, stiffening as he emptied his hot creamy load into you. Murmurs of “let my pussy milk that cock,” left your lips.

“That’s it, take it like a good girl.” Bryan rumbled, deep and low. Your eyes were squeezed shut and you could feel his load drip out of your pussy and pool in between your bodies.

You collapsed against Bryan, falling into a heap as you came down back to reality. Bryan pressed a kiss to your head, before gently lifting your face to give you a soft kiss. eventually peeled your sweaty body off of him. You laid next to each other, your chests heaving, each trying to catch your breath.

You rolled onto your side, facing Bryan. You ran your hand through his chest hair. “That was … wow.”

Bryan gave you a shit-eating grin. “Can’t wait to do that again.”

You pressed a kiss to his lips and climbed over him, one leg over each side of his face. Bryan smirked as he realized what you were doing. “Why wait?” You asked, your voice dripped with lust.

“I hope you don’t suffocate me.” He teased with a wink. You rolled your eyes and went to make a smart remark when he surprised you by pulling you down onto his face, his tongue doing all sorts of wonderful things. You let out a surprised ‘fuck!’ and looked down at him. Bryan looked up at you, his mouth left you briefly. “Oh but what a way to go - you will need to take over my caseload when we go back.” He replied before devouring you once more.

FIN.

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The President Wears Prada (William Nylander) | Chapter 25

A/N: So this chapter begins the first mention of COVID-19 for the story. I know it’s not much but I did want to put a little disclaimer because I know it was a traumatic event for many people, especially those who were affected by it personally. We will obviously get deeper into it as the story progresses in the next chapters (judging by the date...it’s time!)

Also, no @’ing me about what happens here with a certain someone.

March 2nd, 2020

Aberdeen Bloom was paying attention to the news at the airport.

“While the first case of what epidemiologists are referring to as COVID-19 was recorded in Toronto on January 25th, the novel coronavirus is still baffling some scientists in terms of its symptoms. They range from severe in some, to completely asymptomatic in others. While there are currently less than twenty cases in Toronto thus far, Ontario health officials have recorded three news cases today. One is a man in his 60s who returned on a flight from Egypt, while the other two are women in their 60s and 70s returning on a flight from Egypt. Public health officials are encouraging individuals to wash their hands frequently and exercise caution whenever and wherever possible.”

“Want some hand sanitizer?” John asked from beside her. He was laid out in the chair beside her while her knees were against her chest.

She nodded, leaving her bag of pretzels in her lap before she extended her hand and he squirted some Purell onto her hand. John always had everything readily available – hand sanitizer, band aids, healthy granola bars, breath mints – she was sure he probably had a spare hair elastic in his backpack too, and a full surgery kit for all she knew. She rubbed the sanitizer in between her hands. “What do you think about all this?” she asked, motioning towards the TV monitor.

John shrugged. “I’m a bit nervous about it,” he admitted. “I know that Aryne is taking some extra precautions with Jace. A lot of her friends from Queen’s ended up going to med school so she’s friends with a lot of doctors and listening to their advice.”

“I guess we should all be.”

“Wouldn’t hurt, right?” John asked rhetorically. “Better safe than sorry. What do you think about it?”

Aberdeen pursed her lips slightly. “I have no clue. Science goes way above my head. But if doctors and epidemiologists are going to tell me to do something – or not do something – so I don’t get sick, I’m going to do it – or not do it – whatever.”

“Atta girl,” John smiled. “Just listen to the experts.”

“That’s why I listen to you about hockey,” she winked.

He laughed out loud. “You butter me up too much. What are you looking for? A granola bar? You already have pretzels.”

“Not everything with me has to do with food.”

“Really?”

She pinched him.

***

March 5th, 2020

It was 24 Celsius in Los Angeles, and Aberdeen was loving it. Though the Leafs had suffered a bit of an embarrassing loss to San Jose the night before, today the team had a day off before they had back to back games against the Kings and Ducks. Some of them were going shopping on Rodeo Drive (Auston, Frederik), and some were visiting old friends since being traded (Kyle, Jack), but most were doing exactly what Aberdeen wanted to do: going to the beach.

They decided on Malibu Beach. It was only a thirty minute drive from the hotel, so Aberdeen put on her bathing suit and packed herself in a car with John, Jason, and Justin Holl. William, Rasmus, Kappy, and Pierre followed in another, with Tyson and Mitch tagging along in the last car too. It may not have been super-hot to Californians, but for sun-starved Canadians, it would do. The sun was out, there wasn’t a cloud in the sky, and she was going to tan the entire afternoon. She would take advantage of it as much as possible.

As she helped set up the blankets and beach towels, she watched as Mitch and Tyson already stripped down to their bathing suits and ran into the ocean together. Pierre was setting up some Bluetooth speakers and John was passing around the sunscreen. The visual of these men rubbing sunscreen across their abs made Aberdeen’s heart flutter – but then the image of them having to slather sunscreen all over each other’s backs brought her back down to earth. She chuckled to herself and shook her head.

“Aberdeen, sunscreen!” John tossed the bottle towards her. She caught it and stripped down to her tankini before squirting some onto her legs and arms, making sure to cover herself thoroughly. She could tell William was watching but trying not to make it seem like he was. Jason took care of her back.

The guys did their own thing while Aberdeen read her book and tanned. She could hear them screaming every now and then and watched as they gave each other piggyback rides and splashed water at each other like they were a peewee hockey team on a weekend tournament. Every now and again someone would come back to the blankets and beach towels to relax, but soon enough, they were back in the ocean, being loud and obnoxious but happy, happy boys.

“Whatcha reading?” Tyson asked as he walked towards her, wet from the salt water and sand sticking to his legs. She flashed the book at him – Milkman by Anna Burns – and he squinted his eyes to see it properly in the sunlight. “Is it about milk?” he asked.

She shorted. She remembered back to when she was reading Women Talking by Miriam Toews and William asked “Do women talk in it?” like a smartass. “It’s about a woman in what’s very obviously Belfast coming of age during the Troubles. I thought it might give me some more insight into what my mom grew up in.”

“Is it any good? Was it as good as the one you were reading last week on the plane? Normal Girls or whatever it was?”

Aberdeen giggled. “Normal People, you mean? No, it’s not as good as that. Fuck, I loved that book.”

“I know. You wouldn’t shut up about it!” he joked, wiping his body off. From behind him, Aberdeen could see John making his way towards them. William was still off in the ocean, throwing a football between him, Pierre, and Mitch. “Think you can teach Mitch how to read?”

Aberdeen smiled. “I can certainly try.”

As if on cue, Mitch’s booming voice was heard. “Hey T-Bear! Get over here!” he yelled, putting everything he had into his throw of the football so it reached Tyson, who caught it expertly.

“See ya later, Aberdeen,” he said before running off, throwing the football towards Pierre who had to dive into the water to catch it.

Instead of focusing on the water cascading down Pierre’s abs or the sunlight hitting William’s broad shoulders perfectly, making him look like some Norse god, she focused her attention on John. “You feeling good?” she asked.

“The best,” he nodded, wiping himself off before lying the towel down again and sitting on it, bringing his knees up and wrapping his arms around them. “You’ve already gotten some colour,” he commented.

“Thank God,” she said, looking down at her arms. “The winter has made me so pale. It’s a bummer I didn’t get my dad’s skin tone. My sister and brother got lucky with that.”

“You took after the Scottish side?” he asked. Aberdeen nodded. “I get it,” he said. “Aryne can’t tan either. She burns too easily.”

“Wonder if the Swedes are going to look like tomatoes in a couple of hours,” she said, nodding her head towards them. “Imagine they’re on TV and beet red? I might get fired for not slathering sunscreen on you guys or not telling you to put on some hats.”

John laughed out loud, choosing to lean back on his elbows. “I don’t know about that, Aberdeen. Something tells me you’ll be around for a long time if certain people have anything to say about it – well, until you want to leave, that is.”

Aberdeen’s body stiffened slightly at his words. “Wh…what do you mean?” she asked.

“Ah, nothing serious, Aberdeen. Don’t worry,” he said, shaking his head. With the silence between them, Aberdeen thought he may have dropped it, but he didn’t. He was just preparing to articulate what he wanted to say. “It’s not just Brendan liking you, you know. We know William has, like, the biggest crush on you, okay? We’re all adults here,” he said to her shock. “It’s cute, but we all know it’s harmless.”

“It is harmless,” she stressed.

“I know, Aberdeen. Don’t worry.”

“Don’t for a second forget that you’re all Toronto Maple Leafs,” she said. “Every job in this organization is a dream job for someone and you guys forget that some people spend their entire lives, their entire careers, building up their resumes waiting to get hired by this organization. Nobody would ever, ever, under any circumstances, want to do anything to fuck it up, because once you’re done here, there’s nowhere else to go.”

“I knooooow, I know. I’m just ribbing you like we rib him about it,” he smiled. He was so jovial about it all that Aberdeen calmed down a bit. He wasn’t trying to get to the bottom of something like he was when he and Morgan asked her about Ethan – he was just being good-humoured. A human, not a captain of a hockey team. Maybe her overreaction was a bit much but she needed to remain guarded and vigilant about it if ever, and whenever the guys brought it up. “He looks at you googly-eyed all the time even though he knows nothing’s ever gonna happen. I’m pretty sure he’d cry whenever you leave.”

Aberdeen snorted. Cry from joy, probably, because that would mean they could actually touch each other in public. “He told you that? That nothing is ever gonna happen?”

John nodded his head. “Well, nothing’s ever gonna happen as long as you work here,” he clarified. “But don’t tell him I told you. He kind of figures and we all know it’s a lost cause as long as you’re working here.”

Aberdeen nodded, deciding not to say anything as she looked out into the distance. The boys were still throwing the football, and Justin was attempting a yoga pose on the beach. She picked up her book and buried her head in it.

***

Adrian Kempe, a Swedish friend of William’s, recommended a taco restaurant in Malibu for the group to have dinner. It wasn’t a far drive from where they were on the beach, so at around six in the evening, they shook the sand off the towels and packed them back in the cars and headed to Café Habana. Aberdeen was in the car with John, Jason, and Justin again.

When they arrived at the restaurant, she looked out the backseat window to see Kappy making a beeline towards someone. The girl, Aberdeen soon noticed, was Saylor. She figured Saylor was here for another modelling gig, though Aberdeen did find it somewhat amusing that Saylor always popped up in cities or areas with…well, shall we say distractions. She was in New York. Las Vegas. Aberdeen knew she’d been to Florida. Now she was in LA. Saylor didn’t go Columbus or Colorado.

“Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii,” Saylor squealed as she saw Willy, wrapping her arms around him and squeezing him. “Surrrrrpriiiiise!”

“Surprise,” he smirked, but Aberdeen could tell he wasn’t as excited as she was. “Here for some modelling?”

“Who wouldn’t want to come down to LA to model? I just came from a shoot,” she said, now focusing her attention on Aberdeen. “Hey girl!” she squealed again.

“Hi Saylor,” she smiled.

“I’m so glad I won’t be the only girl here tonight,” she smirked. “The boys can get so boring sometimes.”

“Aberdeen’s used to it by now,” Jason piped in. “She’s only been travelling with us since September.”

The group moved towards the restaurant and were seated in the back patio at a long table. Aberdeen was squished in between Jason and John, and directly across from her sat Willy, Pierre to his right and Saylor to his left. Saylor and Kasperi didn’t even have to sit down to ask the waiter and waitress attending to them if they had oysters. They didn’t. With one quick look at the menu, and a disproportionately long discussion requiring everybody’s calculators to be out to determine how many orders of tacos were required for everybody to have three tacos each (much to Aberdeen’s entertainment), the group ordered four orders of every taco variation (and there were five of them) on the menu, along with some sides of baby broccoli, sautéed zucchini, and French fries. As a dining group of 11, it should have been more than enough food. She felt bad for the chefs, but knew the food would be amazing. She saw it being brought to a table near them and it looked delectable.

While Aberdeen maintained professionalism at all times when she was in front of the guys, when the tacos came, that professionalism waned. She made sure to grab the four tacos she was guaranteed and wanted and piled them onto her plate. They looked delicious. Even as she bit into her first one, she moaned audibly at the taste, making the guys around her laugh. Willy eyed her as she did so, taking a bite out of his own.

“So what have you been up to?” Saylor asked Aberdeen as she crunched on a French fry. “Kappy told me it was your birthday?”

“It was! I turned 22.”

“Ohmigod, I remember my 22nd birthday. We went to the rooftop bar at the Bowery Hotel in New York City,” Saylor said. Aberdeen knew it would be something ultra-luxurious because that was the only way Saylor seemed to roll. “What did you end up doing?”

“Oh, a bunch of friends and I just got a booth and bottle service at a club. Nothing as fancy as that,” Aberdeen answered.

“How many were you?”

“I’d say about twenty.”

Saylor’s eyes bulged a bit. “When you get older, your friend group gets soooo small,” she said, her tone making it seem like she was the all-knowledgeable big sister bestowing wise knowledge upon Aberdeen. Saylor was only a year older than her. If it was Jen, Aryne, or Bee giving this advice, fine – but not Saylor. “My friend group is so small now. All the drama that goes on between people is just so tiring, you know? Less people, less drama.”

Aberdeen didn’t want to be rude, so she nodded her head. “I can get that. These are all people I’ve known since high school and throughout university, though. We’ve already been friends for a long time.”

“And you’re still friends with them?” Saylor asked.

Aberdeen nodded her head. Before she could say anything else, John piped up. “I think that’s a testament to your character more so than anything, Aberdeen.”

“But it could also speak to, like, the way people are,” Saylor went on. Aberdeen indulged her, looking at her so she would continue. “Like, when I was in high school – my family is from Lake Forest, and I went to Lake Forest Academy – I found out this one friend was talking behind my back and I totally ditched her. But then we ended up at the same college, and it was really weird for a while, but then we ended up becoming friends!”

Aberdeen didn’t know what point she was trying to make. Neither did anybody else listening, judging by the looks on their faces. “That’s good you were able to turn the relationship around,” she commented, not knowing what else to say.

Saylor looked very proud of herself. “Besides that, what else have you been up to? Are you still just, like, Brendan’s assistant?”

Aberdeen bit her tongue to smile curtly. “Just.”

“And a great one at that,” Jason said before stuffing his mouth with a taco.

“I guess that’s enough for you,” Saylor commented.

Aberdeen almost dropped her taco. So did Jason. Willy was looking in between them. She didn’t know how to respond at this point and not sound rude when Saylor’s rudeness was so blatantly obvious. Aberdeen still wasn’t sure whether or not Saylor actually had the capacity to be underhanded. She was starting to err on the side of Saylor knowing exactly what she was saying to people but saying it in such a way and with such a tone that everyone thought she was just dumb and didn’t know better. Aberdeen began to believe Saylor did know better, and her act wasn’t fooling Aberdeen anymore. It made her reconsider what Saylor said to her in New York about her nose. “It’s actually not enough for me, but it’s what’s paying the bills right now and I’m not going to discuss career aspirations at the dinner table in front of people who are technically my colleagues and who don’t want to see me leave anytime soon.”

“But you can’t be in a job you hate just because it pays the bills!” she said like some dreamer. “You need to go out there and be creative! Cultivate! Be artistic! Design! Sometimes the best opportunities come when you just drop everything, quit your job, and start hustling as you do what you love!”

Aberdeen felt her blood begin to boil. She tried to remain calm. “One – I never said I hated my job. I love this job and I love the people I work with,” she clarified. “Two – that’s a bit easy to say for someone with family money who grew up in Lake Forest and went to a private school. I have rent to pay. Bills – groceries, my cell phone, internet, stuff for my cat – I can’t just up and quit my job with a steady income to hustle and be creative when I have a shit ton of responsibilities.”

“I’m sure your parents would help you if it’s your dream and it’s something you really wanted to do.”

“No, they wouldn’t,” Aberdeen deadpanned. “My parents have their own shit to deal with. My mom would kick my ass if I was that stupid. I mean, my parents are immigrants, so that goes without saying. They don’t owe me a dollar, and I would never ask them for it. I would never do that to them.”

“What about your grandparents?”

Aberdeen could feel John, Jason, Pierre, and Willy deflate at the question. It was almost comical. “I think you’re missing the point, Saylor,” Jason said nicely. “Aberdeen is already hustling to get to an end-goal of writing. This job is actually helping her get to that goal.”

“Writing?” Saylor questioned. “I thought for sure you wanted to, like, work in sports or broadcasting or something. Writing, then? That makes sense, I guess. Better for you to stick behind the cameras.”

Aberdeen wondered if everybody else could hear what Saylor was saying too. She felt like she was in the twilight zone or something. It confirmed to her that Saylor knew exactly what she was saying. “Yeah, I guess. Kind of how it’s better for you to be in front of the cameras because you thrive on attention.”

“Yes! Modelling is all about getting attention and hype around your brand,” she smiled sincerely, so happy that the topic was back on her and her modelling. She didn’t get the subtle dig at her…extracurricular activities that took up more of people’s attention than any work or collaborations or modelling she’d done. “I’m working so hard to build mine now, which is why I’m in LA having meetings and doing more collabs.”

“Is modelling enough for you?” Jason asked.

Aberdeen almost spit out her water, but Willy beat her to it. She saw Saylor’s face light up even more. “Oh my God, yes. I looove modelling. I’m soooo into the creative aspect of it and building my brand.”

“That’s great, Saylor,” Aberdeen smiled. “I’m really glad that it’s working out for you considering how much you love it.”

“Thanks, girl,” she winked. “It’s hard because the industry is so saturated these days. I mean we were talking about this in New York. Every girl with an iPhone, some makeup, and good angles thinks she’s a model. It really takes someone creative like me to stand out. Someone with a unique look and a unique brand,” she went on. “Like your nose, you know? It’s big. Huge. We talked about that. You could get a nose job, or you could work with it. Most would get a nose job.”

Jason was ready for Aberdeen to snap. So was John. So was Pierre. But William knew better. When he saw Aberdeen smile, close-mouthed, just a hint of a coy grin playing on her face, he knew better. “I have a Virginia Woolf nose,” Aberdeen said. “It reminds me of how much I want to become a writer and not a model.”

***

“I feel like I just watched a WWE match on pay-per-view,” Aberdeen overheard Justin say to Jason in a low voice as they trailed behind her in the parking lot (he sat beside Jason during the meal and had heard everything, but even if he hadn’t sat beside him, Aberdeen had a feeling he still would have heard). After the tacos were eaten, everybody decided to call it a night and go back to the hotel – well, mostly everyone. Saylor wanted to go out for drinks somewhere else in Malibu. Everybody else politely declined.

“Yeah, except it was pretty one-sided,” Jason said in an equally low voice. “It’s like Aberdeen was Stone Cold Steve Austin and Saylor was the poor jobber her stunnered every Monday night.”

“You picked up on the nose comment too, right? I mean she was basically telling Aberdeen to get a nose job?” Justin asked.

“Yup,” Jason popped the P sound.

“I thought I was going crazy when I heard it.”

“Yeah, me too. But from what I’ve heard from Jen I didn’t expect more from her.”

“It’s good that Aberdeen is mature. I think if it were me at 22, I would have lunged across the table,” Justin commented.

***

“Who’s Virginia Woolf?”

Aberdeen was lying naked in her hotel bed, tits out, with William lying by her side after he’d fucked her, and that was the question he asked. Aberdeen smiled. She loved William and she knew him – she really did, at least she liked to think – but sometimes she didn’t understand how his brain worked. She knew she liked to call him “Head Empty”, but sometimes she wasn’t so sure. He clearly had thoughts. He just brought them up at weird times. “She was a writer in the early 1900s,” she answered, laughing slightly.

“And you want to be like her?”

She shook her head. “I’d like my writing to be like her writing.”

“Why don’t you want to be like her?”

“She filled her pockets with rocks and committed suicide by drowning herself in the river behind her home,” she said, looking over at him. His face was blank, processing the information, and she smiled wider. “Maybe if my writing was like hers, I’d actually get published in Toronto Life or something.”

“You’ll never know if you don’t try.”

Her smile faded. She hadn’t told him yet. She’d wanted to keep it to herself for as long as possible because she didn’t want to burden him with the news. “I did try. I sent in one of my personal essays and they rejected it. They sent me the email on my birthday.”

William remained silent. He saw the look on Aberdeen’s face and knew that she felt embarrassed and disappointed – in herself, in her writing. He wrapped an arm around her and propped himself up on his elbow so he could look down at her. “Minskatt…”

“Don’t, Willy. You’re going to make me cry.”

“No,” he shook his head, not accepting what she was saying. “After the Carolina game you told me I needed to talk more and that you’d listen. Well, you need to talk now and I’ll listen,” he said. “Talk to me, minskatt. I’m listening.”

Tears welled in her eyes, and it wasn’t because of her writing getting rejected anymore. It was because of the man hovering over her. His head may by empty, but Aberdeen was sure his heart was full of gold. She didn’t know how she got so lucky. She didn’t know how he was hers. “I just don’t know how much more rejection I can take,” she whispered. “I try and I try and I write and I write and I read so I can write better and nothing is working. Nothing,” her voice was shaky. “I just want an editor to read my writing and say ‘This is what I’ve been looking for all along.’ But that hasn’t happened yet. And I’m scared it’s never going to happen.”

“It’ll happen one day, minskatt. I promise you,” William encouraged as he tightened his grip around her with his one arm. “You’re so talented. Your dreams are going to come true and you’re going to look back and wonder why you ever doubted yourself.”

“Do you doubt me?” she asked suddenly.

“No,” William said without hesitation. “Not for a second.”

Aberdeen stayed silent, bringing a hand up to wipe the few tears that had fallen down the side of her face. She rested it on William’s forearm draped across her body. “When I get like this, all my insecurities come out. About my future, about everything. Maybe I was never destined to be a writer. Maybe I was destined to be a personal assistant or a bank teller. Maybe I was destined just to be normal girl with a big nose and nothing special.”

“How can you say you’re nothing special when you’re my treasure?” he asked, burying his face in the crook of her neck and placing a light kiss there. She couldn’t help but smile, and he smiled at the fact he made her smile. “That has to count for something, right minskatt?” he stressed the word.

She nodded. “It counts for everything.” She looked directly into his baby blues, barely blinking. “The second I leave here I’m going to plant the biggest kiss on your lips, Willy. You have absolutely no idea.”

That caused William to laugh out loud before he bent down and gave her a quick kiss. “Not if I beat you to it,” he said.

“You won’t. Trust me. God, I can hardly wait,” she said. “I still don’t know why you keep waiting for me.”

“Are you listening?” he asked.

“Mhm.”

“I wait for you because I love you. Because I love everything about you.”

“Even my big nose?”

“My favourite part of you,” he kissed the tip of it. She could have cried again. “It’s what makes you you. I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

When she craned her neck to kiss him, she made sure to wrap her arms around his body and pull him close, wanting to feel his body on top of hers. He got the hint, and stuck his tongue down her throat, and they kissed until he was hard again. Though he hadn’t expected a second round, he was more than willing to partake. He even made sure to bring extra condoms. He always did now – since Valentine’s Day. He had them everywhere: in his wallet, in his suitcase, in his shoe. “I love you minskatt,” he mumbled against her lips.

She didn’t respond at first. But when she did, it was with something he wasn’t expecting. “Tell me how you want me.”

He froze for a brief second, the previous conversation they were just having still fresh in his mind. “What?”

“Do you want me from behind? On top?” she asked in a breathy voice.

He groaned. “On top.”

They switched positions so he was lying on his back. Aberdeen climbed on top of him. “Willy?” she asked. “Can we…can we try something different?”

He nodded quickly. “What is it, Aberdeen?”

“Can we…” she began, almost a bit embarrassed. “Can I try reverse cowgirl?”

William couldn’t help but smile. “Of course,” he said, gripping at her hips.

“D’you have another condom?”

“My back pocket.”

She dismounted him, leaning over the bed to grab his pants on the floor and retrieve the packet. When she straddled him again, she did it so her back was to his face. He could feel her pump him a few times before she rolled on the condom, and he sighed at the feeling. She looked over her shoulder at him. “I love you, Willy.”

“I love you too,” he said, his hands back on her hips. He helped her lower herself onto him, the both of the moaning at the feeling. He loved watching himself disappear inside of her. He noticed she wasn’t moving yet. “You okay?” he asked.

Aberdeen nodded her head. “It feels so good,” she said. “I’ve never…you know…”

“It’s okay,” he said, understanding what she wasn’t saying. He couldn’t believe that her previous sexual partners were so selfish that they never let her explore what she liked or what she could possibly like or positions she could do. He shuddered at the thought of her potentially asking and being turned down. It made him angry just thinking about it. He didn’t want her to be that way with him. He wanted her to be completely open. “Do what you feel comfortable with, minskatt.”

She began rolling her hips back and forth. William groaned in response, and he could feel Aberdeen’s hands grip his thighs and her nails dig in slightly. As she rocked herself on his cock, she began to moan, gasping out anytime William would buck his hips slightly. He had to admit he liked the view, but what he liked even more was that she was enjoying herself on top of him, doing what she wanted.

“Willy?” she asked suddenly. She looked over her shoulder at him again. She looked so innocent and he knew that she meant to do it, and he almost exploded right then and there as she bat her eyelashes at him. “Can you…can you come up here?”

He did as he was told, pushing himself up and wrapping his arms around her body. He kissed her back and dragged his lips along her skin to her shoulder and neck. “What is it, minskatt?” he asked.

“What if I wanted to try more?”

If it was possible, William felt even hotter. The sound of her voice saying those words was…indescribable. “What do you mean?”

“You just make me feel so good. I’ve never had anybody make me feel this way. I feel so comfortable with you,” she said. “You…I feel safe to try things with you. Things I couldn’t try with other guys.”

He knew what she was getting at. He placed a tender kiss on her shoulder. “What do you want to try?” he asked. She remained silent, wondering if she should have even said anything. “Don’t be ashamed, minskatt. What do you want me to do?”

She hesitated. “D’you…can you pinch my nipples?”

He smiled because it was such a simple request. He brought his hands up and cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples between his thumb and index fingers. He felt her sharp intake of breath and her head leaned back into his shoulder. He could tell by her reaction that she wanted more. “What else?” he asked, biting down on her skin near her shoulder. “What are you not telling me?”

“That,” she stressed. He didn’t know what she meant. “The bite. You—You can fuck me, Willy. I want you to fuck me. You can be rougher with me. I think I’ll like it.”

When William heard those words and how she emphasized them, he wanted to make sure. Needed to make sure. The first time they had sex it was a good old-fashioned hookup. The second time they had sex they’d made love. In subsequent times since, it was mostly making love, if only because they had waited so long to finally be together and that was what they wanted to “release” – love. But now, with those words being said, he knew Aberdeen was ready to take the next step. She was willing to go further. She trusted him to go further with her, and only wanted to do it with him. “Yeah?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she nodded. “I trust you. Fuck me, Willy.”

He pinched her nipples again, harder this time, and she gasped. He started to move his hips too, moving inside of her, and she began to moan again. Without warning, he fell back down on the bed, bringing her with him so her back was flush against his chest, though her knees were still bent and he was still in her. This was definitely a new position for her, judging by her reaction – a quick “oh fuck” escaping her lips. He heard her breathing get heavier as she felt one of his hands snake down from her breasts and on to her clit. “Willy…” she moaned out.

He started pounding into her, using his athletic physique to be able to so with such force in a new angle she’d never felt before. Her moans fuelled him, and the moans changed to slight whimpers when he started rubbing at her clit. “Fuck, Willy…” she managed to get out.

But he wasn’t done. At least he didn’t want to be done. His other hand, still pinching her nipple, moved up to her neck. “Willy,” she mewled, bringing her own hand up and placing it over his.

“Is that okay?” he whispered into her ear. He wasn’t applying any pressure – it was just sort of there – but that was apparently enough for her. He wouldn’t have felt comfortable going further, anyway, at least without her verbalizing something.

“Yes Willy, fuck,” she arched her back. “Fuck me. Fuck me harder.”

He increased his pace. Her cries let him know that even with those simple actions, she was feeling pleasure. She was liking it. She was getting what she wanted from him. That was the only thing he wanted. “I want you to cum all over my cock, Aberdeen,” he growled into her ear. She didn’t answer, but when she arched her back again, he felt her walls tighten around his cock and he knew she was done. He let himself find his release too, groaning in pleasure as her body writhed on top of his. He didn’t stop rubbing her clit until her hand went over his to stop him. Her body went still as he slipped out of her and she fell to his side, trying to regain her breath.

After a couple of minutes, she curled around to face him. “I know that was probably really tame but it was new for me.”

William shook his head. He didn’t want her to feel nervous about anything. “Baby steps,” he kissed her.

“No guy has ever, like…asked what I like in the bedroom,” she admitted. “So I couldn’t explore things. Well I didn’t feel comfortable exploring things. But I know I can with you.”

William nodded his head. “Don’t worry, minskatt. We can start slow. No need to rush. You can tell me what you like and where you’re willing to go.”

“You too.”

“Hmm?”

“You tell me what you like and where you’re willing to go, and I’ll go there with you too.”

He nodded his head, smiling. “I love you.”

“I love you too. More than anything.”

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The Messenger: Part One: The Task

Hey! Thanks for checking this out. I've been working on this short story because I think mermaids/mermen are super neat. This is the first part of many. Let me know what you think!

Summary: Evie decides to take up the long vacant position of the village messenger to venture into the forest. The forest is known for taking those who enter, and they never return. Will she become another causality? Or will she find that not everything is what it seems?

Word Count: ~4,100 words

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The dreary morning sun illuminated my quaint room enough for me to see. I stared at my tense reflection in the mirror as I tugged my hair into tight braids. Today was the day I would have to venture into the forest beyond the safety of the village. The very same forest that was filled with creatures that tricked, or slaughtered, anyone who trespassed. I always wondered if the stories were true or not, since I haven’t heard of anyone dying or missing since I was a little girl.

A bitter smile reflected back at me. I would be finding out soon enough the validity of the dangers that lurked within the shadows of those towering trees. I looked over my hair and face again, trying to delay leaving for as long as possible. I knew I couldn’t stay though. I had to meet my fate in the wooden unknown that has plagued my imagination for far too long.

I shrugged my black wool robe over my shoulders then left the warm embrace of my cabin. The cool air stung my cheeks and filled my lungs. I stood in front of my cabin for a moment longer. The wooden structure before me was nothing of note, but I still called it home. A pit in my stomach formed at the thought of never coming back home.

I turned on my heel to began the short walk towards the village. My head was swarming with thoughts of the endless possibilities of what could happen today. Pine smoke and baked goods filled the chilly air that brought a brief warmth to my otherwise frigid thoughts. People milled about the center market square on their way to their jobs, but froze when their eyes landed on me. The silent stares made me feel like I was a wandering ghost. Like I was already dead, and I just hadn’t realized it yet. I tried my best to pay them no mind as I approached the post office.

An older man with balding salty chestnut hair greeted me with a pitying warm grin that bordered on a frown. Postmaster Griffith had been posted here for as long as I could remember. To be under his tutelage was unexpected. In fact, I never would’ve foreseen myself taking up the vacant position of messenger if not for my desire to leave the village. I had a burning itch inside of me for ages to go into the forest, but venturing into the forest would mean immediate banishment if you were caught.

“You’re here.” He greeted me; his wrinkles seemed to consume most of his worried filled sea green eyes.

I nodded and smiled. “Good morning. I’m ready.” I sounded more sure than I felt. I held out my hand to take the bulky leather bag from him. He hesitated between my outstretched hand and the mailbag. His brows pinched together and his lips formed a tight line as he handed me the bag.

“There’s no shame if you don’t make it there. No one will hold it against you if you come back before making the drop-off.” He whispered loud enough for just me to hear. I slung the bag onto my back then squeezed his shoulder.

“Don’t worry. I’ll make it and be back before nightfall.” I gave a gentle smile to ease the burly old man who seemed to be wallowing in guilt at sending me into the forest.

“I sure do hope so.” He sighed.

I bowed my head and gave a brief wave before setting off towards the woods. Young and old people alike gathered on either side of the street that led out to the wall of trees. I could hear whispers and murmurs of their worries, fears, and speculations at what would happen to me. I even heard bets being made that I would come back running, or that I would end up dead before the sun hit the highest point of the day.

I kept my head held high despite wanting to crumble under the growing fear the closer I got to the edge. When I reached the beginning of the forest, I glanced behind me to see everyone still staring at me. I bit my lip then took a deep breath. I had to know. I took a confident first step into the woods then another. I smiled a bit at not being eaten right away and kept my brisk stride going through the woods.

Rocks of various sizes lined the dirt path that was overrun by various plants and tree roots. My gaze climbed up the tall trees that towered over me. The trees gently swayed in the wind and leaves would rustle over the sounds of birds chirping. The air felt cleaner than in the village, which I thought was odd. I never noticed how the trees gave off such a rich earthy smell. I marveled at how tiny I was compared to these massive trees. I went up to one such tree and tried to wrap my arms around the base, only to not even make it halfway around its trunk.

When the sun rose further in the sky, I pulled the map out of my pack, which nearly ripped apart in my hands, to ensure I was still on the right trail. The map itself was from the last messenger years ago, when I believe Griffith was a young man. Crude drawings made up of three arrowheads with a line through them for trees consumed most of the tanned paper. Rectangles with a triangle on top represented the markers I would need to go to. A thick black line curved through the trees to each marker until it stopped at the square shaped drop-off point. Judging from the entrance of the village to the first marker, I had another hour of hiking before I reached the first marker, if it still existed. I would need to get to three different markers before reaching the drop-off point at the end of the trail. Which meant that if I kept my current pace, I would reach the drop-off by early afternoon.

I put away the map, and continued down the path. I was having a good time, all things considered. I found myself humming a happy tune that went with my upbeat stride. I swung from tree trunk to tree trunk as I hopped on outstretched roots that crossed the path. I couldn’t have asked for a better day to be out in the woods. I paused my brisk pace when something shined through the branches in front of me. I cautiously approached the foreign object with hints of worry starting to come over me. When I finally got close enough to the glowing object, I realized that it must’ve been a marker.

The marker was a rectangular wooden post that went up to my chest with an orange glowing pyramid on top. I cautiously tapped the pyramid and was shocked to feel it was made of glass. I peered into the glowing apparatus, but the light was too bright for me to actually see inside. The post that the pyramid was on had strange markings that I traced along to the bottom. I recognized some of the engravings that lined some of the houses back in the village. Not that I knew what they meant though.

My ears perked up at the sounds of water in the distance. I pulled out my map to see if there were any water features nearby, but the parchment only contained the markers and the drop-off point. I figured it must be some sort of river or waterfall nearby causing that noise. I looked between the path and the source of the water in conflict. I knew I wasn’t supposed to stray too far from the glowing markers and path. The burning feeling in my chest seemed to almost heighten at the thought of going towards the water. I wasn’t about to let my opportunity for exploration go to waste.

I glanced around me to ensure no one was around before stepping off the path towards the water. I snuck carefully over fallen branches and made sure to keep myself as quiet as possible. I didn’t think I would be ambushed since I hadn’t seen anything yet, but I wasn’t about to take my chances being so far from the trail. I followed the sounds of water until I reached a clearing. I ducked under the tree branches to see a secluded lake that had a trickling waterfall coming over a towering slate cliff face. I couldn’t hold back my gasp at the sight of the pristine blueish green waters that laid before me. The breeze took with it the crisp cool smell of the lake that mixed well with the overall woodsy scent. My feet took me to the rocky shore before I realized what I was doing. The water was beautiful and clear and I followed along the water’s edge onto a rock that overlooked the deeper part of the lake.

I leaned over to stare into the clean blue water below. I was amazed that I could see the bottom so clearly. I knew I couldn’t touch the rocky bottom, but it felt like I easily could with how pristine the water was. Bright colorful fish swam between clusters of vivid green kelp and hidden rock crevices. I sat down to continue my staring while I ate a meal of some jerky and an apple. I tossed down bits of my apple to watch the fish swarm over the piece. When people spoke of the forest, I would’ve never imagined a place like this existed.

I was almost angry that everyone spoke of such horrors, when something this beautiful and serene existed. I began to question if there were such things as creatures or monsters living in these woods when the hairs on my neck stood on end. Someone was watching me. I tried to casually scan the tree line around me, but I couldn’t find the source. I cursed myself for letting my guard down so easily, but I remained calm. I reasoned that it might have been a curious animal watching me.

That idea was shattered when a deep male voice ripped through the silence, “How is this possible?”

I jumped to my feet at how close the man sounded, but I was unable to find him. I looked all around me and kept my eyes trained on the unmoving tree line.

“Who’s there?” I asked with a waver in my tone.

“I should be asking who you are. You’re the one intruding here.” The man was still nowhere to be seen, but he was very close to me.

I gripped onto the straps of my bag to provide some sort of comfort to me. “You’re right. And I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

A soft chuckle seemed to come from right over my shoulder. I whipped around, but was met with no one again. But, there was no way someone could’ve been behind me though. Because there’s nothing but the lake behind me. A crippling fear was threatening to take over me at realizing that this person might not be human at all, but a creature of the forest.

“You’re very jumpy for someone that’s trespassing on my home.” He had a light teasing tone in his voice that irritated me. He was toying with me.

“Well, maybe you can introduce yourself, and I wouldn’t be so nervous.” I spat back even though I was in no position to be so hostile.

The sound of gushing water was right next to me, and I nearly fell back in shock at the sight of something emerging from the depths of the lake. I almost couldn’t believe what I was looking at. The creature laying casually before me was a man, yet nothing like a human at all.

He had wet black hair that went to his shoulders and covered some of his face. The color of his hair reminded me of a raven’s feather with how the sun seemed to make his hair glossy with hints of purple emerging through. Protruding from his hair on either side of his head, he had coal black fins that faded to a deep dark purple. The fins were webbed with small sharp spikes on the end. I could make out a trail of matching ebony spikes and fins that covered his spine. The fins would fan out on occasion to reveal how wide they were. At least as big as my hand stretched out from my thumb to my pinkie finger.

His eyes were a dark violet that was consumed in a sea of onyx. They seemed to glow and flicker as if related to his thoughts. Dark circles hung under his eyes that added to his void-like appearance. His face was well defined and regarded me as if waiting for me to do or say something. Eager, almost. His overall complexion was a dark navy grey that reminded me of a troubling storm cloud. He seemed to be paler than normal though, and he looked like he hadn’t eaten in some time. I noticed a damp smell coming from him that wasn’t entirely unsavory.

He had lean arms that were still fairly muscular despite his starving state, and he had sharp claws for nails. I noticed webbing between each of his long clawed fingers that were covered in onyx scales. He had fins on each of his forearms that were a dark purple, nearly black. They moved seemingly on their own and would fan out the same way as the fins on his back and face. Bright crimson slits with fine filament protruding out were on his ribs. I assumed these were gills since they reminded me of fish gills. In fact, onyx scales lined most of his body in various places on his arms, chest, and face.

The most disturbing part was his legs, or lack of legs. Instead of legs, he had a tail that reminded me of a lengthy slender fish or snake. This tail was longer than any set of legs and appeared stronger too. I was sure if I had been in the water, he could’ve easily dragged me to the bottom with little to no effort. There were various fins that protruded out from his otherwise smooth looking tail and his tail ended in a wide fan that seemed feathery and light. Like a torn silk dress floating in the wind.

His tail, although terrifying in its implications, was breathtaking under the sun. His scales were a shade of black that I’ve never seen before. Like the night sky was placed upon him with dark purples and blacks. Hints of wine red could be seen at just the right angle, but overall he was like a being of darkness. He was beautiful in all the wrong ways. He was unnatural and I realized that I needed to get far away from this thing as fast as possible.

I jumped away from him and planned on sprinting all the way back to the village when he called out, “Don’t go!”

I froze in place, which I wasn’t sure why. This creature was exactly what everyone warned of. But, I didn’t keep running. Instead, I turned around to face the thing from the lake. His brows were raised in surprise, but he seemed relieved when I stood in place.

“What are you?” I blurted out before he could speak. I bit my lip at how scared I sounded, but he gave me an amused smile that revealed sharp teeth lurking behind his friendly smile.

“I think you meant, ‘Who are you?’, but I suppose manners aren’t really your strong suit.” He said in an accent that I couldn't place.

“Well, they didn’t exactly explain how to act around… well,” I motioned over his stretched out fishy body, “you.”

“That’s a shame. I'm actually quite wonderful to talk to. Or, so I've been told.” The wavy fins at the end of his tail idly flicked in the air like a cat’s tail. “I’m a mer, by the way.”

“A mer?” I took in his features again then continued, “That’s… that makes sense.” I frowned as I tried to gain some sort of clear thought in my head. “I’ve read about your kind in books. I didn’t think you lived in lakes though.”

His bitter laugh was unexpected, yet pleasant to my ears. Even though he seemed anguished by my comment, he did his best to hide it with an easy grin. “What can I say, I’m not like other mer. One of a kind really.”

“Is that a good thing?” I wondered out loud.

He grimaced and avoided my gaze by looking out into the woods behind me. “What’s your name?” His tone was cold, but still curious. I thought about the implications in giving him my actual name, but I couldn’t find a good reason as to why I shouldn’t.

“Evelyn. People just call me Evie though.” I bit my lip then asked, “What’s yours?”

“Oh, now you want to know.” He shifted back to his friendly demeanor in a flash. I found it somewhat unnerving. “It’s Niloros. People just call me Nil.” He held out his dripping clawed hand for me to take. I stared at it with a mixture of hesitance and suspicion. He could easily yank me into the lake then I wouldn't stand a chance against him.

“This is the part where you shake my hand.” He teased.

I looked away from him due to my cheeks growing hot. “I know. I just… Why are you being so friendly? Not that I don’t like it, it’s just…,” I sighed while finally looking back at him. He was watching me with a sad expression as if he understood all too well why I was wary.

“You’re worried I might eat you. Rip you limb from limb and make a necklace from your teeth.” He exhaled while he lowered his hand.

“I am now.” I mumbled under my breath. “But, kinda. I’ve never met anything like you before. I shouldn’t even be talking to you.” I realized.

He gave me a soft smile. “Yet, you’re still here. And not running back where you came from.”

My brows furrowed and I found it easier to stare at my feet than into his deep onyx eyes that seemed to be reading me far better than I would’ve liked. “You’re nothing like I imagined.” I admitted.

His head craned to the side for a moment. “And what did you imagine?” He asked.

I laughed a bit to myself. “That you’d be a ‘scary’ monster.”

He had a somber look that he didn’t conceal. “Maybe I am.”

I was surprised he would say such a thing. Was he admitting that he was indeed a monster to be feared? Was I about to become his dinner? A note from the book I read mentioned something about merfolk travelling in groups. I scanned around for another one of his kind laying in wait to ambush me, but I didn’t notice anything out of place.

He laughed at my shock which made me more flustered.

“You’re funny, ‘people call me Evie’.” He smirked then added, “Why are you out here when you believe there are ‘scary’ monsters in these woods?”

A voice in the back of my head was telling me I shouldn’t tell him. Yet, I couldn’t find a reason to not trust him. He seemed to be genuine, for the most part. I also didn’t get the sense that he wanted to cause me harm. No, he was curious. About as curious as I was.

I patted the leather bag on my back. “I’m the new messenger for the village.”

His brow raised. “Messenger? I haven’t heard about a messenger from that village in some time.”

“You know about the village?” I inquired.

He nodded. “Yes. Mostly everyone here has.” He hummed in thought. “We don’t see many leave the village though.”

“That’s because we get banished if we do.” I informed him in a hushed voice.

“But not messengers.” He realized. “Interesting that such a harsh law is in place.”

“It’s for our protection.” I defended.

“Right. From the monsters.” He seemed far away for a moment then asked, “Who decreed that you weren’t allowed into the forest, if you don’t mind my asking?”

“I thought you would know that. Since you know about the village.” I countered.

He let out an easy laugh with a slight eye roll. “Darling, if I knew, I wouldn’t’ve asked.”

Darling. The way it rolled off his tongue was natural. Familiar. I felt a warmth in my stomach from the simple word. I had to pull myself from the feeling to answer his question.

“Our leader. Mistress Talia.” I said.

His lips formed into a thin line that bordered on disgust at the mention of Talia. He looked up at the blue sky then back down at me. “You still have a long way to go, messenger. You should leave before you’re here at night.”

“You know Talia?” I asked. He didn’t answer, but instead jumped back into the lake. I ran towards the rock’s edge and saw him staring up at me from the surface of the water.

“You should go, Evie. It’s not safe at night.” Before he could dive under the water I shouted,

“Wait!”

He stopped his descent and waited for me to speak. The words I wanted to say were stuck in my throat for a moment. I mustered up the courage to ask,

“Can I see you again?”

His black brows rose for a moment before nodding with a slight smile. “I would like that.” His voice was soft and gentle.

He dove under the water before I could say anything further, and I watched him swim away with such speed and grace, I was envious. I stared out at the waveless lake for a few more moments before finally heading back to the marker.

Seeing the soft glowing marker was reassuring, and made me question if the whole encounter with Nil was real or not. I had questions invading my mind, and consumed my thoughts as I got to the next three markers. I was ripped from my daydreaming when I came in front of a miniature green hut attached to the top of a pole that came up to my shoulders. The pole had similar engravings as the markers leading me here. I kept a note to myself to ask someone about these engravings, and what they could possibly mean.

I figured this must have been the drop-off and opened the wide door of the hut. It was deeper than I initially thought and I placed all the letters and boxes into the opening. I closed the door and started the trek back to the village. I thought about swinging by the lake again to talk with Nil, but the sun was setting quicker than I would have liked. I would only have maybe an hour of light left by my estimations. I felt resolved in returning to the lake as soon as I could, but for now I had to worry about getting back safely.

The sounds of the forest were soothing and I tried my best to memorize details on my way back to ensure a faster journey next time. There were hardly any boulders, so they made good points of reference anytime I saw them. Soon, I was back at the first marker with little trouble. The prickling sensation I got at the lake returned when I turned towards the village.

I scanned around me for eyes, and I felt like I was back at the lake for a moment.

“Who’s there? Come out!” I shouted into the dense trees. My voice didn’t carry very far, and I felt a bit silly yelling at the trees. The feeling of being watched didn’t go away though. I grimaced at the likelihood that I would die when I was so close to returning home.

I kept walking then said, “I’m not here to cause trouble. I’m just the messenger.”

Still no reply or anyone emerging from the shadows. I didn’t change my pace, but I was definitely more on edge. The two hours back to the village was excruciatingly long compare to this morning. The feeling of being watched never left me, and it took every fiber of my being not to start running. When I saw the houses poking through the trees, I lost all restraint and began sprinting towards the village. When I burst through the treeline, I whipped around to see if anything was following. Much to my relief, the feeling of being watched faded away and I hurried towards the post office without hesitation.

As I walked up to the village, people froze in shock at seeing me. A cry rang out before people swooped around me.

“I can’t believe it! We thought you were a goner!” They all seemed to be saying at once. Everyone was whispering, shouting, and cheering at my arrival. I shoved my way past the crowd to get to Griffith, who was waiting for me at the entrance of the post office.

“I knew you could do it.” He beamed at me while taking the bag. “No troubles?” He wondered.

“None.” I admitted, despite the stalker towards the end. I couldn't let him know that though. I couldn't let anyone know about what I experienced in the woods today. Not if I wanted to continue going out there. And I wasn't ready to stop when I had only just gotten a taste.

Griffith let out a joyous laugh while bringing me into a tight bear hug. “My girl, you might just make it yet.”

“When do I have to go back?” I asked a bit too eagerly.

“What? You want to go back! You shouldn’t push your luck!” He gasped.

“Maybe. But I still wanna go.” I insisted.

He stared at me in confused horror before shaking his head. “If all goes well, we should get a delivery at the drop-off for us that will need to be retrieved. But, that won’t be until the end of the week.”

I nodded in understanding. I wished it was sooner, but perhaps it was best to wait. I needed to sort through what I experienced today anyways. “Alright. See you at the end of the week.”

I shoved my way through the crowd and dismissed all their questions with a light laugh. Most people left me alone after they realized I wasn't giving them any information. I wasn’t in the mood to answer their questions, or celebrate. I had too many thoughts and questions that were burning away at me. By the time I reached my cabin, I was alone once more. I stood in front of the wooden structure once more. I couldn't stop the bittersweet feeling from this morning reminding me that I could've died today. Instead, I got to see my dingy home once more.

I shut the door behind me and laid against the cool oak door. The one question that was still in my mind that trumped all the others, were about Nil. Nil… he knew things. And I wanted to know exactly what.

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sheerfreesia007 · 4 years ago

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Between Two Agents (1/2)

Title: Between Two Agents (1/2)

Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader x Marcus Pike

Author: @sheerfreesia007

Words: 3,226

Warnings: Racy thoughts, suggestive flirting, no smut yet

Tags: @funandfangirlingcollide

Author Notes: This was all based on a sinful prompt I sent to @agent-whiskeys-sweetheart for her follower milestone sin night. I feel like I had to build this lead up to the smut because of course I can’t just go straight for the smut (I wish I had that super power.) Anyway! here is the first part of this idea that I put out into the world. The second part will be pretty much filthy smut (I mean it’s Javi, c’mon) so be warned. Please let me know what you think so far, feedback is always appreciated.

Gif Credit: Pinterest

Part 2

Your feet were pounding on the pavement as you made a mad dash down the street to the J. Edgar Hoover Building. You had woken up late due to a power outage in your apartment complex that had managed to reset your alarm on your phone and your digital alarm clock. Fortunately you had managed to catch the very next subway to Federal Triangle Station which wasn’t that far from the Hoover building. Unfortunately you had gotten dressed hurriedly and you were pretty sure your buttons were mismatched on your blouse under your blazer and you had grabbed the nearest skirt in your closet which happened to be the one that didn’t quite fit right ever since a month ago. You had obviously gained some weight due to your boyfriend’s new cooking skills he was testing on you.

Just as you made it to the main doors to the building you slowed to a halt to catch your breath before you went into work, with a quick glance at your wrist watch you saw you were only fifteen minutes late thankfully. Hopefully your boss was in a good mood this morning, you weren’t able to get a read on her when you had called her to tell you’d be running late and why you were. Just as you moved towards the front doors you crashed into someone, the person you crashed into wrapped their arms around your waist and held you close to them so that you wouldn’t fall on your ass.

Relief flashed through you and you looked up to offer your savior a grateful thank you. But when you looked up at the man holding you close to him you felt your throat dry out like a desert in a drought and your brain started playing loud static in between your ears. He was gorgeous. He had dark chestnut hair that looked like it hadn’t been trimmed in lord knew how long as it curled around his ears and fell almost in his eyes. His dark chocolate eyes were piercing and had a harsh undertone to them. His nose stood out on his face in a way that made you want to nuzzle your own against it. There was a scraggly looking mustache on his face and the starting of a five o’clock shadow on the underside of his chin. The man had a deep tan to his weathered skin that looked like he’d been out in the sun for far too long but it looked good on him. He was wearing a black short sleeved button up shirt and the top button was undone giving you a peak at the skin under the hollow of his throat. His neck looked sturdy and strong and oddly that turned you on? When your eyes darted up to his face once again you saw him leering at you with a knowing smirk directed down at you, busted.

Gulping slightly you let the man hold you as you began to take a step back from him. Your hands must’ve come up to brace against his chest because they were pressed there against what felt like his pecks and you felt a blush bloom on your cheeks. You had been caught checking this man out and almost feeling him up.

“I should start charging you for looking huh, mi amor?” he asked conspiratorially and you felt your blush engulf your entire body instantly.

“I’m so sorry.” You said sheepishly as you stepped farther away from him instantly missing the feeling of his hands on you. “I’m running late and wasn’t watching where I was going. I’m so sorry.” You said easily in explanation.

“It’s nothing to be sorry about I do love feeling the body of a beautiful woman pressed up against me this early in the morning.” The man said with a smirk as his eyes danced around your face. Your mind raced with images of laying naked in bed with this man pressed against you breathing heavily into your ear. You shivered slightly and watched as the man’s pupils dilated as he watched your reaction to his words.

What the hell was wrong with you?! You had a boyfriend, a very loving one at that. But maybe it was that talk the two of you had a few nights ago. The one about your fantasies. The one where you told your boyfriend that you’d always been curious about threesomes. And now you were thinking about this man and your boyfriend pressed to each side of you letting their hands travel up and you’re your body. Their lips pressing different kisses into your skin. Shaking your head you smiled brightly at him letting the professional persona fall over you easily.

“Again I’m sorry for running into you, but I need to get to work. Thanks for catching me though.” You said good-naturedly and watched as the man smiled at you.

“Anytime mi amor.” He responded easily and you moved around him to walk into the building and go through security.

As the elevator dinged you walked into your department of the FBI and immediately saw your boyfriend Marcus leaning against the front desk of your department. When he heard the ding of the elevator he turned and you watched as his eyes raked over you in relief. Moving away from the front desk he walked over to you with a bright smile that slowly creeped across his lips and lit up his face. His hands came up to cup the outside of your elbows and he leaned in giving you a quick to your temple.

“Morning sweetheart. Mary told me what happened, you okay?” he greeted you and looked into your eyes a little worriedly. You smiled at him and reached up to lightly trace a finger down the side of his face. He was always worrying about you, and it made you feel so loved to know and see his concern for your well being.

“Better now that I got to see you.” You said affectionately and watched as another bright happy smile grew across his face at your words. You grinned as you watched his eyes crinkle at the edges and he stepped closer to you. “But yes I’m okay, just had a run in with someone at the entrance to the building.”

“A run in?” Marcus asked softly and you chuckled amused at yourself and what had happened this morning.

“Oh yeah, literally ran into some guy downstairs. He actually caught me before I fell on my ass.” You said sheepishly as you chuckled at yourself. Marcus smirked down at you as he swung an arm over your shoulders and began walking you over to your office.

“You’re such an adorable clutz.” He said warmly to you as he pressed another kiss your temple before walking into your office with you. You moved over to your desk and dropped your messenger bag next to your chair and looked over at Marcus as he stood across the desk from you. “What is it sweetheart?” he asked softly slightly concerned, you wondered if you should share with him the thoughts that you had this morning about the man you ran into.

“You remember that talk we had a few nights ago?” you asked as you moved over to your office door and shutting it. Marcus turned to watch you and raised an eyebrow at your movements before his eyes darkened as he realized what talk you were asking about.

“You mean the talk where we shared our fantasies?” he asked, probably wanting to make sure he was on the same page as you. You nodded your head at him and walked back over to your desk and picked up your messenger bag and began to pulling out your case files and laptop setting them on your desk. “What about it sweetheart?” Marcus asked as he stepped closer to your desk making you look up at him.

“Well, when I ran into that guy this morning all I could think about was the three of us together.” You admitted wondering if Marcus would be upset with you. You cringed slightly as the silence stretched between the two of you, you began to panic suddenly wondering if you had just overstepped and ruined everything.

“Hey, look at me.” Marcus said softly and your eyes darted up to him and saw that he was smirking softly at you. “There’s my pretty girl.” He said in an almost whisper. His words made your gut clench with arousal remembering what fantasies he had shared with you that night and you felt your body begin to heat up. Marcus had confessed to you that he was always curious about threesomes as well but he had said that he would rather it be with someone that the two of you wouldn’t ever see again. That it would be a one-time thing just to curb his curiosity. “We’ll find the right person to fulfill that fantasy of ours sweetheart, I promise. Do you know who the guy was?” he said reassuringly to you.

“No, I didn’t see a badge or I.D. on him. And I didn’t catch his name. He was probably just someone walking past the building.” You said shrugging. “He actually reminded me of you a little bit. He was almost like a darker version of you.” You explain smiling widely at him.

“A darker version huh? What’s the matter am I too soft for you?” he asked teasingly as he smirked at you. You adamantly shook your head as you watched him slowly walk around your desk towards you with a challenging look in his eye that made arousal flush through your body again.

“Not at all. He gave off a hardened vibe. Where you’re sweet and warm he’d be cold and bitter. Two side of the same coin.” You explained as you felt your breaths coming out in pants as Marcus moved even closer to you trapping you against your desk.

“Is that what you want? Two opposites in bed with you giving you the best of both worlds?” Marcus crooned to you seductively and you felt yourself melting softly into his embrace as his arms came to cage you in.

“Hmmm, could you imagine?” you asked softly as your eyelids dropped to half-mast. “Me in between you and him begging for you take me anyway you wanted.” You hummed up at him as your hands played with the bright red tie he had chosen this morning. Tugging on his tie you dragged him closer to you and pressed a soft kiss to his lips and he grunted against your mouth. “Your hands and his all over my body as I begged and pleaded with you to do something.” You whispered against his lips not moving away when you broke the kiss.

“Damnit sweetheart.” Marcus hissed as one of his hands came up to grip your hip. He pressed closer to you and you felt his hard on pressing into your hip and you gasped softly. “I’m gonna be stuck in a briefing almost all day working with DEA on a case we’re assigned to with that image in my head and this sexy little look you got going on.” He groaned softly as he flicked one of your buttons on your shirt. Looking down you saw that you had in fact buttoned your shirt wrong and grimaced softly. You instantly felt bad for working him up and you slid your hand down his chest towards his belt.

“I could always help you real quick.” You said softly in repentance. Marcus gripped your wrist tightly and shook his head.

“No time pretty girl, the briefing starts in ten minutes. I’m pretty sure the DEA agents are waiting on me.” Marcus said reluctantly as he stepped back. You watched as he tried to control himself. You were surprised when he looked up and then cupped the back of your head before he descended on your mouth with a heated kiss that made you whimper softly against him and melt in his arms. “Think about what I’m going to do you later tonight sweetheart when I finally get you alone. And fix your shirt.” He whispered seductively to you and you gasped. With a smirk Marcus kissed your cheek and then walked out of your office quickly. You panted softly and quickly turned from your office door as you unbuttoned and buttoned your shirt correctly.

“Alright so I think now would be a good time to break for a bit and get a breather.” Said the lead FBI agent on the case. Marcus nodded his head eagerly wanting to get away from the conference room that they had all holed up in for the last few hours. He pushed back from the table and pulled his phone from his pocket. He smiled when he saw that he had a few text messages from you. As he read the text messages he stood from his chair and walked out of the conference room over to the small break room on this floor. He turned to lean his back against the counter next to the fridge not paying attention to any of the other agents that walked in.

“Hey Pike” came the voice of one of the FBI agents he was working with and he looked up easily with a small smile on his face.

“Yeah?” he asked curiously.

“Stop sexting your woman, we’re all gonna order from the chinese place do you wanna order lunch?” he asked and Marcus smirked softly at him before telling him what he wanted for lunch.

“So sexting huh?” came an amused voice next to him and Marcus looked over to his left to see DEA Agent Peña leaning against the countertop much like him but sipping from a mug of coffee he had made. Marcus scoffed softly and shook his head.

“They’re just jealous.” Marcus said shrugging his shoulders before he looked back down at his phone. He grinned softly as he saw you had sent him a selfie of yourself with a text that read Thinking about you.

“Well they have good reason to be jealous if that’s your woman.” Agent Peña said easily as he nodded his head to Marcus’ phone. Marcus smirked softly and nodded his head as he showed the other agent your picture. “Wait, that’s your woman?” Agent Peña asked suddenly and Marcus instantly noticed the stiff stature the other agent held as he stared at your picture.

“You know her?” Marcus asked curiously as he began to figure out how the DEA agent could possibly know you. Was he your mystery man? Marcus surveyed the other man and could see the similarities that you had spoken about before. And suddenly Marcus was hit by how fortuitous this would be if he played his cards right.

“I ran into her this morning.” Agent Peña explained as he nodded at your picture. “You’re a lucky man.”

“Oh you have no idea.” Marcus said nodding his head. “What would you say if I offered you an opportunity to be lucky as well?” Marcus asked lowly and the DEA agent looked over at him sharply with a heated look.

You’re sitting in your office finishing up your case file packet with all of your research before quitting time when your phone buzzes next to you on the desk. Looking over to it you see Marcus’ contact image lighting up your screen making you smile. Quickly picking up your phone you swipe over the screen and press it to your ear.

“Hey babe!” you said cheerily as you answered the call.

“Hey sweetheart, you getting ready to head out?” Marcus asks warmly and you laugh softly amazed that this man knows you well after only a few months of dating.

“Yeah just finishing up my last case file.” You said easily as you start organizing all the papers you needed to include in the file.

“Good, hey listen I’m going to meet you at your apartment after work alright.” He said warmly and you grinned widely.

“Ok, is everything alright? The DEA are keeping you a little later?” you asked teasingly. Marcus’ chuckle came over the line and you felt your insides melting at the sound.

“Something like that.” He said easily before you heard him pause. You furrowed your eyebrows and were about to speak up when Marcus beat you to it. “I want you to do something for me once you get home okay?” he said in low gravelly tone and suddenly heat flushed your whole body. You knew that whatever he asked of you you’d do it when he used that tone but now your curiosity was peaked. “Wanna try something new tonight if you’re up for it.” He said lowly and you panted out a breath.

“Yeah. Yes. What did you have in mind?” you panted out softly. Marcus chuckled softly into your ear and you felt your insides melting even further. At this point it’d take you forever just to get home because you’d be a melted puddle on the floor all thanks to this man of yours.

“Remember that black set I bought you a few weekends ago?” he asked lowly and you could only imagine him sitting in a conference room hunched over the table trying to talk to you just softly enough that the others wouldn’t hear him.

“Mmhmm.” You hummed softly knowing exactly which set he was talking about. It was a pretty black lace bra and panty set that had pretty floral designs in the lace that looked great on your skin. Marcus had bought it for you on a whim as he saw it in a small local lingerie boutique. And you had yet to show it off for him.

“I want you to put that on when you get home and blindfold yourself and wait for me in the bed.” He said so lowly that it almost sounded like he was growling out the words over the phone. You shivered as you imagined what you were in for tonight. “Alright pretty girl?” he asked lowly and goosebumps erupted across your skin.

“Yes sir.” You whispered into the phone with baited breath. You knew those two words were what the FBI agent was looking for and you were rewarded with a low groan in your ear.

“That’s my good girl.” He crooned to you and you shivered again. “I gotta go but I’ll be home within the hour okay?”

“Yes sir.” You answered and then hung up the phone. Suddenly you needed to get home. You quickly packed your things away and rushed out of the office. You had things to do before Marcus came over.

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cutesuki--bakugou · 4 years ago

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Summer Solitude pt. 2

Main Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Koge Naegi (OC)

Story Rating: Explicit

Genre: Fluff / Romance / Domestic

Story Warnings: Cursing, brief sex (vaginal) and fingering, A LOT flirting, playful spanking, vague mentions of kinks, mostly fluff and just silliness

Words: 4,047

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3

Written for the @bnhabookclub ‘s members bingo event!

Crossed off: Trickery (not on my card, replacement of an accidental repeat)

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Art in banner by me

“Get your hand off my booty. You’re gonna mess up my tan.”

“Tan? Utsuro, you don’t tan. You burn. You’re already pink, you know. You need more sunscreen.” Bakugou’s hand ran down along the back of Koge’s thigh, the pressure of his grip and natural roughness of his palms bringing a small sigh of pleasure from her lips. Laying on her stomach, she had sprawled out on a blanket the couple had placed in the grass near the water, soaking in some of the hot summer sun. Sitting beside her, Bakugou was content to munch on some watermelon, stabbing squares of the juicy fruit with his toothpick before bringing it to his lips. Along with his munching, he was a tad handsy, unable to really help touching Koge or stroking her skin, which was something the petite woman loved.

“I just put some on, like… ten minutes ago.” Turning her head, Koge rested her cheek against her folded forearms, eyes scanning his bare back. Each movement he made to pick up another piece of fruit flexed his broad shoulders and caused his muscles to ripple, bringing a heat to Koge’s cheeks that wasn’t at all related to the sun. Even his arm as it moved with his continuous slow stroking of her thigh had her stomach fluttering, nearly mesmerized by his form. What was worse, his skin was shiny and wet with remnants of the lake water, as he had just come back up from a quick dip while Koge soaked in the sun.

And as she watched a droplet of water slide down along his side, she knew that she had made a mistake making that bet earlier. Now she was really paying the price.

Koge knew that Bakugou could tell, too, and he wasn’t taking this challenge lightly. Sure, he wasn’t jumping her bones every second he could, but he was still doing exactly what Koge had expected. In between his more casual affection, he’d randomly toss in a more sensual touch, a lingering of his lips, or a flash of his crimson glare that could set Koge off in seconds. Even now as he focused on eating, his fingers trailed along her inner thigh, lightly brushing against her clothed sex. If he was doing it on purpose at the moment, she couldn’t be sure, and she sure as hell wasn’t going to ask and give away that she was struggling.

“Gimme a bite?” Koge smiled up at him as he glanced over his shoulder in response to her words, his cheek puffed out as he chewed. Compliant, Bakugou stabbed a new piece, leaning back and supporting himself with his elbow to easily bring the fruit to her lips. Koge was quick to open wide and hold it between her teeth while Bakugou pulled the stick back, humming softly in happiness as she ate the juicy treat. “Mmm! That watermelon is really sweet!”

“I can think of a few things that are sweeter.” Staying in his laid-back position, Bakugou licked some of the watermelon juice from his fingers, once again sending a heat rushing through Koge like a fire.

Jerk! He’s too good at this.

“Yeah, me too. Like grapes. Or just candy.”

“Sure, Utsuro.” Smirking in his silent, smug victory, Bakugou pushed his still damp hair back out of his face, the water slicking it back and causing it to cling to itself. “If that’s what comes to mind.”

Unable to handle gazing upon his glistening chest and abs, Koge shoved her face back into the blanket as casually as she could, silently screaming in her mind and cursing herself for being so stupid. “Is there something else that should have come to mind?”

“I already know something else came to mind.”

“I’m not saying it!”

“What? Struggling not to lose?”

Koge could hear the smirk in his voice, her skin tingling as his fingers lightly and slowly trailed down her spine. Huffing, she rolled over on her back away from him in hopes that he couldn’t reach her anymore. “I won’t lose!” Glowering at him, she pushed herself up to sit on her elbows, having to control the screaming urge to look down at his body. “You promised you wouldn’t try hard!”

Bakugou scoffed, taking a large bite out of a larger slice of watermelon, since all the little pieces had been eaten. It was as if he were purposefully showing off his impressive bite and teeth, which was just another turn on for Koge, who couldn’t help but imagine those teeth sinking into the skin of her inner thighs. “Utsuro, I’m not trying hard,” Bakugou paused to lick his lips, ignoring the juice of the fruit that dripped onto his chest from the slice in his hand. “You’re just horny. You can’t win.”

“I’m not. You are trying hard, everything you’re doing is so extra!”

“I’m just eating watermelon. It’s not my fault you’re seeing that as sexual.” Taking another bite, the blonde munched away before tossing the slice back into its large bowl, searching for a napkin that he used to wipe his mouth and chest of the dribbling juice. “Fuck that shit gets everywhere.”

Huffing, Koge flopped back to lay down, crossing her arms over her chest as she glared up at the blue sky. “I hate you.”

“Sounds like a you problem.”

“See, now you’re just working against yourself, jokes like that will get you no pussy.”

“Shut up,” Leaning over, Bakugou caressed her flushed cheek, kissing her lips softly. “You’re too cute to argue.”

“Don’t pull that with me,” Koge gripped onto his forearm lightly, not wanting him to back away. “You know I can’t resist your sweet talk.”

“Yeah, I know.” Bakugou kissed her again, scooting his body in closer to half-hover over her easier, one of his legs coming to rest casually between hers. “All I have to do is call you the B-word and you’re gonna lose that bet real quick.”

“Calling me a bitch only works in certain situations, love.”

“I don’t mean that B-word.”

Cheeks growing hotter, Koge narrowed her eyes at him, nudging his nose with hers lightly. “Don’t you dare. That’d be cheating! Especially with your voice still being a little raspy from losing it the other day while you were sick… You’d make me cum just from your voice.”

“Yeah?” Bakugou chuckled, letting his hand slide down from her cheek to instead rest on her stomach. “Then what? I’d make you cum with my voice, but that’s not enough for you.” His lips still dangerously close, Bakugou didn’t break eye contact with her as his fingers trailed down across her skin towards her hips. His touch was so light it made Koge’s entire body tingle in ticklish pleasure, almost finding it hard to not twitch away. “You’d need more.”

“You don’t know that.” The involuntary waver in her voice didn’t go undetected, a new smug smirk spreading across Bakugou’s lips.

“I do know. I know, because your slutty little body craves my fat cock inside you. It can’t be satisfied until I’ve fucked you into a crying stupor.” His lips were right up against hers now, brushing as he spoke and only teasing Koge’s parted mouth with a hint of a kiss. She knew exactly what he was doing, yet she couldn’t pull away or resist him, her breathing growing heavier with her anxious energy. She wanted him so bad, but how could she give in already, only a couple of hours after their bet had been placed? Instead of any protest, only one word could slip from her strangled throat.

“Katsuki…”

“That’s right, baby,” Bakugou’s smirk only grew more wicked at Koge’s physical reaction to the pet name, her body arching up into his touch as his hand slipped beneath her bikini bottoms, two of his fingers stroking along her already soaking wet cunt and teasing her clit just as the word left his mouth. “Say my name and give into me.” His lips crashed down onto hers without any resistance, her mouth even opening eagerly for him to completely take control. Suddenly, a rush of pleasure as his fingers dug into her needy pussy snapped Koge out of her haze, making her squeal and wiggling out from under him, fumbling to her feat.

“No, no, no! No! You aren’t allowed to do that! That’s SUPER try hard mode!” Pointing an accusing finger at him, Koge was only made more flustered as his smirk returned, her heart nearly leaping out of her mouth at the sight of him licking clean the fingers he had put inside her. “Katsuki!”

“Mm, delicious. Sweeter than watermelon.”

“Ugh!” With a stomp of her foot, Koge stormed off towards the lake, not looking back at her tease of a husband in hopes it would keep her away. “You’re not gonna win!”

“You know I like a challenge, Utsuro. That cute little ass of yours is going to be tied up tonight. Just wait.”

“No, you will be buying us a hot tub! That’s what’s gonna happen!”

Chuckling, Bakugou sat up, doing his best to ignore the aching of his cock, speaking quietly to himself. “I wonder if I should tell her they’ve already ordered one? Hm… Nah.”

…

“Katsuki, you’ve really gone all out on this! When did you have time to bring all this food up here? When you said we were going on a date, I didn’t expect all of this.” Koge couldn’t resist the bright smile on her face as she munched away on a delicious slice of seasoned beef, the light twinge of Bakugou’s favorite spices tickling her lips. “Yum!”

“I didn’t. I haven’t been here before, remember?” Bakugou glanced back at her over his shoulder, though most of his attention was on the pan where he had a variety of vegetables sautéing. Holding on firmly to the handle of the pan, he used quick and precise movements to flip the contents about, reminding Koge just how dwarfed her cooking skills were compared to his. “I had my dad help.”

“You’re so sneaky.” Koge narrowed her eyes at him, her stomach fluttering in happiness from his effort and attention to their needs for the weekend, as well as making sure she was truly enjoying herself. “You’re not trying to butter me up for something, are you?”

With a click of his tongue, Bakugou brought the still sizzling pan over towards her, using a set of tongs to grab and place the veggies onto her plate. “And what if I was?”

“Then I’d say yes no matter what.”

“Damn right.” After giving himself a portion on his own plate, Bakugou placed the pan back down on a cold burner of the stove, turning the other off while he was at it. “But no, I’m not. You deserve this.”

Cheeks flushing, Koge grew a bit timid from his words, pulling her legs up into her chair to sit cross legged. “Thank you, Katsuki… That means a lot to me.”

A kiss to the top of the head was given to her before Bakugou took his seat beside her, beginning to chow down on his food. “What do you think of this outdoor kitchen set up?”

“I like it!” Koge glanced around them, eyeing the covered patio they were sat under and the row of cabinets that sported an oven and sink. From their chairs at the round metal table they were eating on, they both had the perfect view of the lake and setting sun, which painted the sky with lilac, cream, and coral hues. The glistening water reflected the masterpiece, bringing about such a calming sense of serenity. It truly was heaven, made perfect by the delicious food and the love of the man beside her. “I love everything about this place. Especially just getting to be alone with you.”

“It’s been a long time. I don’t think we’ve gotten a full day to ourselves since Natsu was born. It’s so different from how it used to be.” Bakugou paused for a moment to eat, carefully shoveling some meat into his mouth with his chopsticks. “But, it just makes this more special. Reminds me of why and how much I love you.”

“Aw, Katsuki,” Koge scooted her chair up close to him, resting her head against his shoulder. “I love you. I know adjusting to being parents and being married is really hard, but… We’re getting through it together. And even though I know you don’t think you have, you’ve been as wonderful as always, to me and the kids. Sometimes I miss it being just you and me, but I wouldn’t trade what we have now for anything.”

“Me either. Here, you have a little-” Since Koge had been looking up at him, Bakugou took a moment to wipe her bottom lip lightly with his thumb, wiping away some stray sauce. Koge giggled, her face flushed and eyes never leaving his face.

“Sorry, I’m a bit messy.”

“Mm, yeah you are.” A deep hum rattled in his chest as he kissed her. “Messy, cute little sexy thing. If you get that sauce all over you, I’ll just end up having to clean you up myself.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Some extra sauce.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll get some extra special sauce later.”

“You won’t!” Koge got one more kiss before she returned to eating, which Bakugou mimicked. “You’re not going to win. I’ve done so good. You haven’t gotten me since that nonsense with the B-word.”

“For now.”

With a roll of her eyes and a playful nudge to his side, the two fell silent to eat in peace, listening to the rippling water and the sounds of nighttime creatures around them. Once the two were done eating, Bakugou presented Koge with her favorite dessert of matcha mochi ice cream and chocolate syrup, which had her drooling and beaming with delight. By the time dinner was complete, the sun was set, blanketing the lake with darkness. The little backyard paradise was flooded with crackling light, however, as the firepit had been brought to life. Poking at the smoldering logs with a long poker, Bakugou shuffled them around until he was content, leaving it resting close by before approaching his wife.

With a gentle stroke to the top of her head, he flopped to sit down beside her on the bench she had picked, letting one arm rest around her shoulders. “How’s that?”

“It’s perfect.” Koge pulled her legs up into the seat, cuddling into and resting against his side. “I love this. I want everything to be just like this when we retire. Just at the coast instead.”

“Hm. I can see that. A private oceanfront place. Though up in the mountains would be fucking nice, too. Surrounded by trees.”

“But the bugs.”

“Fuck the bugs, they wouldn’t be that bad.”

“Hmm…” Koge turned a bit to rest her head against his shoulder, her hand sliding up his torso to his chest. “You know they would be. You’d have icky creepy crawlies all over you.”

“I already do. Two icky creepy crawlies that always climb all over me.”

“Only two?”

“Well, three. Counting you. The biggest creepy crawly.” Taking hold of her chin lightly to lift her head up, Bakugou placed a tender kiss on her lips, bringing a happy hum from her chest. “Grossest, too. I’ve never seen such a gross bug.”

“I’m like your flea. Always attached to you.”

Chuckling, Bakugou leaned back comfortably again, looking up at the night sky. “You are tiny like a flea. Damn, Utsuro, did you see the sky?”

“Hm?” Resting her head back down, Koge turned her gaze to look up at the stars, a small gasp leaving her lips. “Wow! You can’t see this back home!” The night sky was more magnificent than Koge had seen in many years, with twinkling stars and swirling streams of color within the inky and never-ending blackness. It made her feel so small to stare up into the unknown, yet she felt comforted by Bakugou’s strong arm around her, knowing that even if aliens did suddenly come down to attack the planet, at least he would be there with her though it all.

“Do you believe in aliens, Katsuki?”

“Do you think we’re the only living thing in the universe?”

“No.”

“Me either. Unless we’re nothing but a simulation.”

Koge giggled softly, still mesmerized by the sky above her. “Oh yeah? Then what would all the stars be? A hologram. Geez, that one start is really twinkling, you see it? Oh look! There’s the Taurus constellation! That’s your western zodiac sign, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. I don’t really know a lot about them though.”

“They’re assholes.”

“Tch, oh yeah?!” Bakugou pinched her cheek playfully, making her whine and attempt to push him off her. “And what’s yours, huh? The one that’s a little bitch, I bet!”

“Scorpio! And that’s not a little bitch sign, that’s a bad bitch sign. Don’t make me have to prove it to you.”

“Oh, and what would you do, little flea?”

“Don’t you know anything about fleas, Katsuki? They bite,” In one fluid motion, Koge sunk her teeth into the side of his neck as she crawled up onto his lap, ignoring his curses. Although the first bite was the roughest, they grew significantly less visions as she trailed them down his neck to his shoulder, though she was stopped by the strap of his tank. “I’ll bite you all over!”

“Then I’ll just have to squish you, won’t I?” With one strong arm wrapped around her torso to keep her from squirming away, Bakugou brought his full palm down onto her ass, making her burst out into giggles and squeals. “No, no, you little bug, you’re not getting away!” Another slap had Koge struggling with all her might to get away, but her strength was nothing compared to the muscular man that had her trapped. A single glance at his face told her that he was enjoying it, too, the amused and malicious smirk on his lips giving it away.

“Katsuki! This isn’t fair! You can hold me down with one arm!” Koge retaliated with another rough bite, this time right below his earlobe. At first, a hiss was Bakugou’s only reaction, until he released a low growl deep in his chest, his large hand switching from spanking to groping. With his fingers splayed out across her cheek and a firm grip, he pulled her hips in up against his, presenting to her his very obvious and eagerly twitching cock beneath his shorts.

“You’d better watch it, Utsuro, or I’m going to make you lose that bet real quick.”

“You won’t.” Smirking against his skin, Koge nibbled her way along his jawline, ending with a bite and a tug to his earlobe. “You like it when I bite you, huh? You like to be bit just as much as you like to bite.”

A deep grunt escaped Bakugou’s throat as she pressed her hips tighter against his, putting pressure on his strained member in the same moment that her teeth sunk into his neck. “This is considered giving in, isn’t it?”

“Nope. There’s nothing in the rules about me teasing you. I have to give in to you enticing me.” Holding back a sigh of pleasure at the pressure against her clit and the feeling of his cock twitching between her legs, Koge let her fingers snake up into his blonde locks, massaging and tugging in time with her bites and rolling of her hips. “You’re so submissive today.”

“Don’t fucking call me that. You’ll regret it.” The slight whine in his voice immediately had Koge feeling rushed with a sexual power that she very rarely got to experience with him, and the thought of getting to push his buttons a bit clouded any other thought in her mind.

His grip on her hips have loosened, Koge was able to maneuver her hands down between their bodies, easily slipping his hard cock from his shorts. Taking hold of him, Koge’s heart nearly leapt out of her throat at the hitching breath he took in, her thumb rolling around his tip to tease him with the precum that had been dribbling down his shaft. “Poor thing.” Koge hummed, her lips and teeth sliding along his skin. “You’ve been trying so hard all day, and this is what happens? You end up whining and just letting me do whatever I want.”

Her touch became more aggressive, slipping one of her hands into her own shorts to coat it in her own slick while she pumped his cock. “Seeing you like this really gets to me, Katsuki. I just want to eat you up.”

Bakugou’s breath grew heavier the longer she pleasured him, until his hips began to buck up into her touch. “C’mon!” He hissed between his teeth, his face shoved into her shoulder. “I want to stick my cock in you so fucking bad. Let me fuck you!”

“I don’t think so, Katsuki.”

A trembling moan left his lips, his hands gripping onto her hips tightly in hopes that she wouldn’t move. “Yes! Baby, please,” Speaking directly into her ear now, his low and desperate voice had Koge’s head spinning, unable to think about anything else but him. “Please, baby. Let me fuck you. I need it.”

Moving on impulse, Koge shifted her clothing out of the way, shifting her hips up and sinking his entire cock into dripping, aching pussy all the way to the base, the pleasure immediately making Koge tremble and bite down onto her bottom lip. Though, before she could even think about moving her hips, Bakugou’s grip on them grew tighter, and a triumphant chuckle rattled in his chest.

“I fucking got you, Utsuro.”

“Wha- a-ah!!” Koge’s voice cracked into moans as Bakugou began to thrust his hips up into her, his entire demeanor flipping like a switch. Behind the hazy pleasure, Koge began to realize that he had been doing. He had used her craving for a bit of dominance against her, making her think that she was the one in control the entire time. “K-Katsuki! That’s mean!”

“You lose, Utsuro. Now shut up and take my fat cock like a good little slut.” His threatening growl in her ear immediately broke her into submission, gripping onto his shoulders tightly as she took over bouncing on his cock, slamming it within her from tip to base. “Good girl. Show me how much you’ve wanted that fucking cock.”

It was true that Koge had been craving him since the early morning hours, but with the bet they had set so early on, she had been pushing back against him so intently that she was sure she’d win. Yet, he was able to break her without even having to really touch her himself. Sure, she was frustrated with that, but there wasn’t a single thought in her mind that told her to stop. Just feeling his cock inside her, filling up every inch of her cunt had her feeling like she was going completely mad already. She wanted more. She needed more.

“Katsuki-!”

“What’s wrong? Fucking yourself on my cock not good enough for you?” Using his strength, Bakugou stopped her from bouncing, his dick slipping out of her and leaving her aching. Whining, Koge looked down between their bodies, able to see glistening threads of her slick still connecting them together. She was so horny she’d do anything for him at this point just so he would keep fucking her.

“I-I want you to fuck me, Katsuki. Please!”

“I won the bet, you know. Don’t you think I deserve my prize?”

Koge’s heart skipped a beat, growing nervous just from the thought of what he had wanted. A rough session of light bondage and a bit of knife play, which was something they had never tried before. They had researched it before, but never got around to it with children at home, but now they had an entire house and night to themselves. Yes, the unknown was scary, but how incredibly hot it made her had her answer slipping from her lips before she could really even think.

“Please do whatever you want to me, Katsuki.”

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keiscait · 4 years ago

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Hi! I just wanted to say from the match-ups I have seen that you are such a great writer! If it’s not too much I was wondering if I could get a living room and bedroom matchup for a male character. If both are too much, feel free to do one whichever one you feel like you can write better. I wanna do this anon so the emoji you can use for me is: <33

Info:

Pronouns: She/Hers

Personality: I am a very goal orientated person and I can become very hard on myself sometimes if I don’t achieve things as well as I wanted to. I tend to be quiet but not shy per say. I do not have trouble talking to people and making friends and I can become very outgoing but in the friend group itself I usually keep to myself. If I am comfortable with you I will make witty remarks and make fun of you in a playful friend banter kinda way but I would like to say I am a good listener so I can get serious real quick. I am really big on trust and I used to trust too easily and now I am a bit more closed off where it is a bit harder for me to trust others.

Relationships: When it comes to relationships, I believe in communication and I haven’t had a big problem with it in the past. I wouldn’t mind a small pda such as hand holding or a small kiss here and there but nothing over the top because you gotta keep the important stuff private ya know. My love language is quality time because I tend to be really busy once school starts and so making effort to see each other even through our busy schedules is really important to keep the relationship healthy.

Hobbies: I believe that you need a good balance between work and play though so some other hobbies I have are painting (acrylic and watercolor), baking, and skateboarding. I also listen to music everyday and watch like an episode before I go to sleep if I have school but binge watch on break. I also try to game a bit too like league, minecraft, and my switch. I also like hiking and runs in the mornings before class because it really clears my head and I used to be on the swim team but I don’t competitively do it anymore.

Bedroom: I believe I would be a switch that leans more submissive. However, I am really cautious to do anything because I need to trust them to be submissive. I would consider myself very open to different kinks and what not and aftercare is a must. I’m not super into degrading because I’m sensitive af. I just would want someone who is observant with me and my body as well as someone who helps me with my insecurities. Once I’m comfortable though I definitely become a brat. Just want someone who would manhandle but still tell me i’m the prettiest girl they’ve ever met hahaha.

Zodiac: Pisces (sun), Cancer (rising), and Leo (moon)

Hogwarts house: Ravenclaw

Future Plans/ Dreams: I am working to become a biomedical engineer one day to help make medical devices to help people. Right now I am leaning towards possibly doing physical therapy and making prosthetics.

Looks: I’m 5’6/5’7 and have a medium build. I am tan kinda like a honey color with black wavy/slightly curly hair that is about at my breast length. My eyes are hazel but mainly light brown and I have pretty big doe like eyes.

Sorry if it’s too much or too little but thank you so much! and I have such respect for writers so keep being you :) HAPPY HOLIDAYS AND STAY SAFE

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Hello and welcome, my darling! So sorry for the long wait, and thank you SO MUCH for your kind words! (⌒‿⌒)❤️ Let’s get right to it then! ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶

I was reading your description, and I think the person I had in mind for you also fits your bedroom matchup!

Our lovely guest keeping us company in both rooms is...

(Runner up: Ushijima Wakatoshi)

Kageyama is a very complex character. He’s one of the few characters ever who we actually see slips back into his old bad habits every now and then, but is immediately remorseful and shows signs of him knowing better. He’s always striving for progress, and he understands more than others what it’s like to dislike your past self.

- Tobio here is somehow both incredibly observant yet so fricking DENSE

- I imagine that however it is that you two meet, he’ll be super formal at first. It’ll take a little while for a romance to build because he’s not used to opening up, and he’ll need to really trust the person for him to let his walls down

- however, as soon as you guys establish a friendship, he’d be drawn to you and how goal-oriented you are, especially since he is, too

- He’d take interest in you, notice all your little quirks, and would even find himself blushing whenever you playfully tease him

- Problem is, he has no fucking clue why HAHAH

- I love him sm but boy doesn’t know what it is to like someone

- Hinata would try to explain it to him and he’d just be like cr- cru--... c-CRUSH?? ...what is that?

- Man is in desperate need of wingman someone help him

- Anyway, once his friends get Operation: Get Tobio A Girlfriend in motion, he just turns into his pouty blushy self whenever he sees you

- The other boys will probably go overboard that he’ll be forced to take matters into his own hands

- The confession would be a damn mess but in an adorable way

- He’d 100% yell his feelings at you while pouting/blushing

- You’d have to shush him TBH

- shush him with a kiss maybe? that’s a great way to shut him up ( 　･ิω･ิ)

- Kageyama_Tobio.exe stopped responding

- anyway I think he’d just be such a soft, protective boyfriend, especially since you’re kind of quiet

- You two would understand each other so well. He’d protect you and your quiet side, while you would help him be more relatable in order to make friends. It’s also perfect that you two are both goal-oriented, because then you’d be on the same page when it comes to co-dependence/independence. One would understand the other when it comes to pressure, deadlines, and hard work, and you’d just be super supportive of each other all the time

- I think you’re better at communicating than he is, so you may have to inform him a bit on how it should work between the two of you. He’d pick up on this really fast tho so no need to worry! Kags has got you ;)

- Dates would be really productive ones. Study dates, work dates, workout dates; anything that would be beneficial to your improvement

- Early morning hikes with Kags :’( beautiful

- He really appreciates that you’re not big on PDA because that puts a lot less pressure on himself to be someone he’s not. PLUS I imagine he’s the same as you, who really treasures the private moments between the two of you because you’re both so busy

- Once you guys have some private time, he’d take it as an opportunity to release all his pent up energy and emotions. He’d be so needy and clingy when he knows others can’t see

- ( 　･ิω･ิ) ( 　･ิω･ิ) ( 　･ิω･ิ) also u kno whassup when you guys finally get some private time ( 　･ิω･ิ) ( 　･ิω･ิ)( 　･ิω･ิ)

- I don’t think Kags is the very kinky type. He’d be a dom, but I don’t think the freaky stuff would really appeal to him, especially if it’s degradation, since the man worships you?? He’s just like... why tho

- He may get into some stuff that emphasizes his strength, mostly how he grabs you and handles your body

- Picks up on your sweet spots really quick, and I imagine he can even deduce which parts are sensitive without you having to tell him

- Apologizes if he ever makes you uncomfortable :’( he’d just be SO tender and protective

- I don’t think he knows what aftercare is, or like the specifics of it, but I think despite that, he’d just naturally want to take care of you and check in on you afterwards. He’d ask if you’re okay, if you need anything, if you’re feeling any kind of pain, if there’s anything he can improve on. And he’d definitely scan your body for any bruises.

You were walking home from an exhausting day at work.

There were more than a few setbacks today - an annoying coworker took credit for your hard work, your precisely detailed schedule wasn’t honored by others, and because of this, you weren’t able to have lunch. It was now 6:30PM. The rain poured as you waited at the bus stop. You were famished, soaked, and, quite frankly, so done with this day.

You sighed for what felt like the hundredth time. You were so out of it today that you haven’t had the chance to check on your unread messages. Your boyfriend, Tobio, had left a few missed calls over the past hour, causing some worry. He didn’t usually call, given how busy he was all the time. You texted him first to check in.

You: Everything okay, bub?

K: Yes. Sorry about all the missed calls. Where are you right now?

Y: At the bus stop near my building. Why?

K: Which one?

K: Never mind. I see you

What? You whipped your head left and right, then saw your boyfriend’s figure standing a few meters away, umbrella in hand. He was truly a sight for sore eyes right now - he wasn’t wearing anything special, juts his usual tracksuit, but he was wrapped in a scarf and held a soft expression on his face. It was just the warmth you needed right now. He jogged over to you, closing the umbrella as he made it under the roof.

“Hi love,” you started, “what on earth are you doing here?” A huge weight seems to have been lifted off of you.

He didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you, rubbing your body to give extra warmth. Pulling back, he took off his scarf so that he could wrap it around your neck.

“It’s been raining all day but I noticed you left your umbrella at home. I was hoping to catch you before you left work so that you don’t have to walk in the rain.” You couldn’t help the smile that was erupting through the exhaustion. This felt like an all new Tobio. “I guess I was a little too late, I’m sorry.”

You shook your head. “No, don’t worry about it. Thank you for thinking of me, bub.” You allowed yourself to slump onto him, wrapping your arms around his waist. You felt him loosen up, strong arms making their way around your form. You looked up at him without pulling away. Your big doe eyes stared into his blue ones, totally sinking into each other’s gaze. He planted a small kiss onto your nose. It wasn’t normal for you to be so affectionate outdoors, but right now, it seemed apt. You scrunched up your nose in response.

Had it not been for the honking of the bus, the two of you could’ve cuddled in the rain for much longer, ridding each other of the lousiness of the day.

I hope that was alright with you, darling! Thank you so much for trusting me with your matchup. Hope you’re having a wonderful new year so far!! Please don’t hesitate to sit and have a chat with me anytime ❤️

Thanks for stopping by! (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

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13eyond13 · 5 years ago

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Hii! How do you think L, Light and Wammys Boys + B are when they go to the beach all together? Do you have any headcanon about it?

L, LIGHT, & THE WAMMY'S BOYS + A BEACH OUTING:

Light:

-He'd wear a nice short-sleeved button-up beach shirt, chino shorts, and stylish sunglasses, like so:

He'd decline most invitations to swim in the ocean, and he’d mostly enjoy lounging around on the beach chairs working on his tan with his arms behind his head, like so:

He'd also be responsible about putting sunscreen on before he ever got to the point of burning, though. If anyone splashed water on him or challenged him to a sporty competition of some sort he'd def get riled up enough to do something that required a little more physical exertion, but for the most part he would be content to bask like a lizard in the sun. People would definitely flirt with him whenever he deigned to walk around the beach a little more, and he'd probably get drinks or ice cream given to him for free or something like that if he stopped by a snack bar at any point. Y’know, just regular ol' Light Yagami stuff.

L: He'd go shirtless with a pair of baggy swim trunks that he didn't even bother to tie the drawstring on, and they'd barely stay hanging on his skinny hips. He'd be a little more active than Light, and though he might go for a brisk dip in the water at some point I don't think he'd be a very strong swimmer; he'd mostly dog paddle or do the Dead Man's Float. He would probably walk around all soggy with a towel draped over his head for a while after swimming, and he'd definitely stand over Light while he was sunbathing at some point to talk to him and also block his sun and drip cold water all over him, too. He'd be absolutely useless about setting up beach umbrellas or anything else, and he'd have a cooler stocked full of all his favourite beachy snacks. He'd also look really good walking around with a tropical drink in his hand, like so:

Near: He would not do too well basking in the blazing sun all day at all! He'd be wearing SPF 100 sunscreen and sitting under a beach umbrella for most of the day. I could also see him looking really good in a cute little bucket hat of some kind. He would make AMAZING sandcastles, and probably bring some impressive tools for doing so. He'd also get other people to run to the ocean to get buckets of sea water or find the perfect twigs and shells for him to decorate his sand structures with every now and then. Mello:

He'd put a lot of thought into what he dressed like for the occasion. He'd probably wear something black leather over his outfit that would make him overheat immensely, which he'd end up having to shuck off pretty early in the day. His sunglasses would be top notch though, and he'd probably put his blond hair into a nice top-knot or something like that. He'd love getting a big sticky chocolate ice cream cone to eat lazily while he lounges around people-watching, and licking all the messy dribbles off his fingers. I could see him wanting to get involved in some sort of action on the beach instead of just lazing around the whole time, and he'd probably be the one to initiate a competitive game with the other beach-goers or something like that. I also imagine he'd drive his motorbike to and from the beach; he'd probably like cruising around in that salty ocean breeze. Matt:

He'd have a pair of loud colourful swim trunks on, and he'd actually use his goggles correctly for once by wearing them whenever he swam. He'd get bored easily because he's super addicted to his video games, so he's not really one for going out in nature for extended periods of time. He'd probably do a little awkward flirting with some hotties on the beach and leave cigarette butts littered all over the sand next to his towel. He'd also def just piss in the ocean instead of looking for a public bathroom whenever nature calls. Beyond:

He'd wear whatever L wore, and he'd try to wear it better. He'd be very active and chatty and annoying, but his chaotic energy and controlling ways and competitiveness would also mean he would take it upon himself to do the brunt of the physical labour for setting up their beach site, too. He'd scout tirelessly for the perfect location and put up the umbrella himself and lay the towels out just so, and be very prepared with whatever supplies anyone else might possibly need. You’d definitely have to do something for B in order to use the things he brought, and he'd milk that sense of superiority over you for all it was worth. He'd get into fights with anything and everything, too. If a crab pinched him he'd most certainly pinch it right back.

#i took too long writing this so #i didnt really get to them all interacting sorry #death note #light yagami #l lawliet #near #mello #matt #beyond birthday #headcanon #myhc #p

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formalmess · 5 years ago

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For Your Entertainment ~ Chapter Eight

Summary: Luigi, Peasley, and Peach travel to Sarasaland.

Warnings: Gore, Character Death, Murder

“Thank you, again, for everything, Princess."

Peasley's tone was quiet, having lost most of his usual cheerfulness due to what had transpired over the last few days. He still managed to maintain a generally charming politeness when addressing the royal before him, facing Peach with a smile.

He had one hand on Luigi's back to comfort his worries, which hadn't ceased since they’d left Pi'illo Island.

"It's no problem at all. Anything to help my friends." Peach smiled, glancing around the lush pink interior cabin of her private jet.

Thus far, the flight had been going smoothly. There were a few jolts and bumps throughout the journey, but nothing too bombastic. The skies were clear, the bright sun peeking through the windows lining the plane’s interior. Polterpup was sleeping in a sunny spot on the open seat beside Peach, leaning up against her bag.

A toad attendant approached the three passengers, asking the trio if they wanted anything to drink, to which the three declined.

"I hate to keep making you run around like this." Peasley glanced down.

"Why, it's no trouble at all, Peasley." Peach's sweet tone remained quiet. "I don't care if we have to move you around a hundred times, so long as you two are safe. I want to help my friends, in any way I can.”

Peasley nodded, sighing as he leaned his elbows against the armrest at his side.

Luigi, who was lying against the window at his side, exhaled shakily.

He wanted to speak. He had yet to inform Peach of what had happened, and why exactly they had to move locations again. How could he just tell her that Bowser, once her almost-weekly kidnapper, was dead? He wasn’t a fearsome king anymore. He was just bits and pieces now. Just a small portion of Dimentio’s show.

Luigi shivered, curling his arms tighter around his knees, burying his face in his kneecaps.

Peasley continued to comfortingly rub at Luigi's back, sighing.

"I just hope… h-he'll give up soon. I can only imagine this might get... oh, I don't know... tiring, after awhile."

Peach had no response.

She remembered just how persistent Dimentio had been during her travels throughout Flipside and the many dimensions connected to it. He wasn't one to give up easily. When he wanted something, he would stop at nothing to get it. If he wanted a fight, he'd get one. If he wanted someone to fight for him, he'd make them.

He did things by force. And that thought terrified her.

"So..." Peasley twiddled with his thumbs anxiously upon realizing Peach had no response. "Where exactly are we headed?"

"...Do you think it's safe to talk about?"

Peasley's gaze met Luigi's, who had perked up and turned to the two blonde royals, staring through misted eyes. He nodded, shifting slightly to appear more at attention.

Peach hesitantly reached over and pulled out a letter from her bag. She unfolded it, smoothing it out and handing it over to Luigi.

"Maybe you should read this first. She wanted me to give it to you.”

“She?” Peasley raised an eyebrow.

Luigi took the letter, his heart skipping a beat as he scanned the paper and realized who had sent it, printed in semi-neat handwriting at the bottom. He could've recognized that signature anywhere.

"Daisy?"

Peach nodded.

"Daisy? As in, Princess Daisy?” Peasley shifted, moving to glance at the letter in Luigi’s hands. “We're going to Sarasaland?"

Peach nodded again, running her hands over her dress.

"Daisy and I have been in close correspondence. We’ve kept everything very secretive, just in case anything… w-went wrong.” She paused. “B-But, Daisy told me she was more than willing to let you two stay there for a few days."

"I haven't seen Princess Daisy in quite awhile... I do hope she's doing alright." Peasley leaned back.

"Well, we'll find that out soon, won't we?" Peach’s expression brightened. "Oh! I forgot to mention, but I'll be staying with you two for a few days in Sarasaland as well. I was thinking that, if perhaps the pair of you weren't the only ones in our host's company, then..."

Peach trailed off.

"Dimentio... he… he’ll know we aren’t alone… he..." Peasley paused. He didn't want to speak for Luigi, cutting himself off. "Yes. That seems logical..."

Luigi sighed, nodding.

"But Princess, if you're staying with us, then who will watch over your kingdom?"

"I left Toadsworth to handle things for awhile. He's perfectly capable. I mean... he taught me everything I know, so there’s not a doubt in my mind he’ll be able to handle it."

”I’d hate to keep you from your kingdom… but, if you say so.”

"It’s alright. A vacation is necessary every now and again.” Peach changed the subject quickly, not wanting to focus on responsibility. “H-How's the Queen? Have you received any word from her?"

"Mother? Oh, she's alright. She sent me a letter a couple of nights ago… nothing much more than good wishes and messages to stay safe.” Peasley’s expression softened before he snapped his head back up to attention, turning up to face Peach once more. “And what of Mario? Is there any news on his end?"

"Still nothing.” Peach paused. “...I just hope he's okay."

Silence surrounded the passengers.

"How long until we arrive?" Peasley inquired softly after the awkward quiet grew too much for him to bear.

"About... an hour, or so? Judging by the time it's taken so far."

Luigi kept his gaze low, not daring to look up as the conversation continued. He was afraid he’d start crying again if he met eyes with the others, and he was already exhausted as it was from the emotional fatigue.

He jolted suddenly, shifting as Peasley wrapped an arm around him.

“Luigi…? It’s gonna be okay. I promise.”

Luigi forced a smile.

But, no matter what he tried, the same thought kept invading into his mind, shattering any composure he was desperately trying to hold to.

It wasn’t going to be okay.

Yet, still, he smiled. He would force a smile for everyone, no matter how long it took.

He moved his legs and turned his back to his companions, glancing out the window once more as the plane continued onward toward their destination.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Upon their arrival, the three exited the plane hesitantly, carrying their luggage as they went. A few Toads helped their princess with her things, despite her gentle protests and assurance that they didn’t have to.

Sarasaland was MUCH hotter than Pi’illo Island, which only left the three overdressed visitors extremely sweaty as they made it out onto the runway. The sun blazed down upon the desert region below, the Birabuto Kingdom practically a blur in the distance as they scanned the steaming horizon. The asphalt below them was sizzling.

“LUIGI!”

Luigi didn't have time to react before he was promptly swept off his feet, dropping his bags to the ground. He had the air squeezed out of him as he was lifted up into the air by a smiling figure.

“It’s so good to see you, Weegie!” Princess Daisy was laughing as she set the frazzled brunette down. She dusted him off, chuckling. “Sorry ‘bout that. It’s just been way too long.”

“I-It’s only been a few days, though…” Luigi mumbled, smiling.

“I know, I know! But, that doesn’t matter. It’s always great to see you!”

Princess Daisy looked as chipper as ever, her freckled face smiling. She wore athletic wear, tanned arms placed proudly on her hips.

”What took you guys so long? I’ve been waiting out here like, all day. Peach didn’t tell me much, ‘cause we were supposed to be keeping things on the down-low, so I was told.”

”Had to check on a few last-minute things.” Peasley explained.

”Well, took you forever... but, hey, that’s no big deal! So, listen, I know you guys just got here, and you’re probably super tired and will probably say no to this, buuuut-!” Daisy grinned. “I was thinkin’ we could play some two-on-two tennis! I’ve been wanting to play a doubles match again, and I mean… We have four players right here!”

Peasley, despite his fatigue, grinned and perked up. He set his bags down, pulling his hair up. “Challenge accepted.”

“Awesome!” Daisy’s eyes lit up. “I call dibs on having Luigi as my partner!”

Peasley scoffed, standing at Peach’s side. “You’re on.”

Daisy smiled, reaching down and heaving Luigi’s heavy suitcase up over her shoulder with little effort. She turned to him, smiling.

“C’mon! We’re losing daylight, people!”

The group quickly gathered up their things, Daisy carrying most of Luigi’s stuff at this point. Luigi, meanwhile, held onto Polterpup, walking close to Daisy. They chatted the entire way up to the castle.

Before heading off to the tennis courts, the four made their way through the savanna region outside of Birabuto Kingdom and eventually into the main square, stopping at the castle to drop off their things. They left Polterpup under the care of one of the servants.

Hastily changing into their athletic clothing, the four began their trek toward Muda Kingdom, the district that held most of the resources for sporting activities. They spent most of the day playing tennis and chattering, going to and from the cities of the Muda region.

The streets of the Muda Kingdom were lined with cobblestone, mountains along the landscape in the distance. Small baroque-style buildings lined the streets, flowers growing in nearly every inch of the small town, hanging out of windows or in shop displays.

Daisy gave brief tours of the areas they encountered, but nothing as detailed as the historical lessons Dreambert had given about Pi’illo Island. She was a lot more excitable, easily distracted by the smallest things.

The shops in town were relatively busy, various citizens rushing at the chance to assist their beloved ruler and her guests. The group shopped for hours, trying on clothes and purchasing souvenirs, trying to explore every inch of the tropical Muda region’s cities.

And, despite nobody talking about it, all of them were trying their best to get Luigi back into the swing of things. They tried to shift his focus from everything that had happened by any means.

And yet, no matter what they tried, it still looked like his mind wasn't in the best place. He looked so tired.

As the sun set in the distance, casting a warm overlay over the small town, the group of four strode toward the beach to end off their busy day.

Walking along the beach just outside a nearby seaside resort, the group approached the ocean tide along the sand, wanting nothing more than to cool off after having to endure the blazing temperatures of Sarasaland all day. They shivered momentarily as the water brushed against their feet, before running into the moving tides. The sun continued to set in the distance, casting bright rays along the shifting waves.

Luigi hung back.

Upon the others voicing their concern, he waved a hand and told them to go on without him. He said he’d come join them in a bit, a statement in which he knew he was lying to himself.

Luigi's gaze remained set forward, unmoving. He sighed as he sat down on the sand beneath him, trying to wipe at his eyes as he felt tears begin to build up.

Seeing his friends so happy, without a care in the world as they splashed water at each other and laughed… It made his chest ache. He felt like everything he touched, everything he encountered, everything he so much as gazed at, was cursed to suffer a painful end.

More than anything right now, he just wanted to be alone. Maybe, if he was alone, then Dimentio would finally just come and end his game already. It’d be better than having to watch his friends suffer. Anything would be better than that.

He exhaled, feeling tears slip down his cheeks.

"Hey, Weeg?"

Luigi jumped, glancing up as he hastily wiped at his eyes.

Daisy was staring at him, having just emerged from the water, walking across the beachside. She brushed a hand through her soaked hair, sitting down on her knees beside Luigi.

"You okay?”

”Y-Yeah, I’m fine…” Luigi felt his head start to sting, vision going hazy. He felt numb, fingers digging into the sand beneath him. “I just…”

He flinched as Daisy hugged him. He was numb for a moment, before he fell limp in her arms.

”Look, Weeg, Peach told me everything.” Daisy whispered. “I had no idea someone would be capable of that. I… I didn’t know… I thought you were just acting weird, but, I…”

She stood, reaching out a hand to help Luigi up.

”I just want to help you out, in any way I can.” Daisy said, grabbing Luigi’s hand and pulling him up to his feet. “You’re like, one of my best friends. You don’t deserve this kinda stuff happening to you.”

Luigi nodded shakily, glancing up to meet Peach and Peasley’s gaze as they too emerged from the water. They approached hesitantly, keeping their distance to leave Luigi some personal space.

”Man, what I wouldn’t give to kick that sorry jester sicko right in the face…” Daisy mumbled, gritting her teeth as her trembling hands tightened into fists.

Luigi forced out a chuckle. It was hollow and sad in nature, but still audible.

”Luigi?” Peasley’s voice sounded, concerned. “Are you feeling okay? You're starting to look rather sickly again.”

”Should we go back?” Daisy squinted at the small sliver of sunlight left over the horizon. “It’s gettin’ dark anyway.”

Luigi hugged his sides, nodding. “P-Please.”

With one arm draped around Luigi’s trembling form, Peasley led him off the beachside. The four walked in silence along the emptied streets on their way back to the Birabuto Kingdom. They walked across cooled sand, darkness shrouding over them.

When they ultimately arrived at the Birabuto castle, torches lit along the outside exterior, Daisy shoved open the doors with little hesitation. She made her presence known immediately, yelling out, only to be met with an eerie silence.

Not a guard or servant was in sight. Every hesitant footstep echoed throughout the main hall as the group entered.

”Guys! Yo! Hey, is anyone here?” She called, spinning around as she examined the halls further. She raised a hand to her chin, walking up to Peach. “Weird. There’s always at least a few guards stationed out here, usually…”

Peasley stepped forward to help the Sarasan Princess investigate, stopping when he heard Luigi cough gently. He turned his back, approaching his husband and holding his hands.

”Luigi? Are you alright?” Peasley questioned worriedly. “What’s wrong?”

Luigi nodded, skin pale and clammy, sweat dripping down his cheeks. “I’m okay… I just want to go to sleep. I’ll be okay... I-”

Luigi stopped. His pale skin turned white as his blue eyes widened in terror. Luigi stood paralyzed, horrified at the sight just behind his husband.

"Luigi? Are you alright?" Peasley turned his head to investigate the area behind him.

He squinted, scanning the area.

And that’s when he froze, feeling his chest drop out as he noticed a darkened figure standing not very far from them. They were concealed under a cover of shadow produced by a towering column at the furthest end of the main hall, but their features were still visible.

They were smiling.

A blur of purple and yellow was all that remained as the figure retreated and bolted away down another one of the castle’s hallways.

"How did he...?"

Peasley's fleeting confusion faded, now replaced with pure malice. His hands shook, body trembling. Hatred consumed his chest and heart, mind clouded with the same thought of chasing and striking down the retreating figure.

The fuming prince jumped to attention, his enraged expression unchanging as he dashed down the castle hall and out of sight.

"Peasley!" Peach called, now attentive as she and Daisy perked up from their conversation, examining the commotion.

Luigi watched Peasley run off, scrambling to follow after his husband. Daisy and Peach dashed ahead of him. The three turned a corner, calling out for Peasley and keeping an eye out for anything else suspicious lurking in the shadows.

"P-Peasley!" Luigi called, trembling as he tried to steady his uncontrollable shaking. He felt tears welling in his eyes, his heart pounding.

They froze and jumped upon hearing a loud crash and thud from around the nearest corner. Following the sound without hesitation, they were met with a single dark room, the doors having been flung open.

Luigi entered without thinking, continuing to call out for his husband. "Peasley!"

”L-Luigi…?”

Luigi gasped, eyes adjusting to the darkness as he realized Peasley was lying against the wall on the other side of the compact room. He was holding an arm over his chest, wincing slightly as Luigi approached.

”What happened?!” Luigi questioned feverishly, reaching out a shaky hand to try and assess Peasley’s injuries.

”I… I don’t k-know…” Peasley murmured, trying to focus his vision. “He… h-he… he disappeared. I don’t know how, I don't remember what happened, I don’t know… I just remember hitting the wall…”

”Peasley!” Peach cried, running up to her friend’s side. “Are you okay?”

”I’m just a little dizzy, that’s all…”

”What was that for?!” Daisy questioned, also entering the room, exasperated as she searched for her breath. She bent over, calloused hands on her knees. “You scared us all half to death!”

”I saw…”

The four flinched at the sudden sound of the doors they had just entered from slamming shut.

Click.

Daisy turned, grabbing the handles of the door and pushing and pulling against them, to which the doors refused to budge.

”Great.” She exhaled, releasing an annoyed sigh. “Guys, I think-”

”Ah, so my hapless audience finally arrives! You certainly don’t wear tardiness well…”

Freezing up, the four turned their gaze up to a screen display upon the wall, having turned on upon the doors shutting. Whirring to life, the screen blinked, revealing hazy static for a moment.

Peasley stood up, scooting back as he tried to examine the grainy video, squinting.

The static soon faded, now replaced with a clearer image.

And, greeting them upon the screen, was Dimentio. His masked face was turned upward, forming a wickedly sadistic grin. It seemed even more twisted than before.

"Good evening, one and all!” His voice rang out, much clearer in comparison to the condition of the previous tapes. His tone was the same though, as jubilant as ever. “Tonight's show was rather unprecedented, but I believe I've concocted quite the spectacle for you all to feast your eyes upon!"

”Who... Who is that?” Daisy murmured, stepping back.

”That’s…” Peach inhaled, gulping nervously. “That’s w-who I told you about.”

”That’s Dimentio?” Daisy questioned, butchering her pronunciation of the mad jester’s name. “He… doesn’t seem all that bad.”

Almost in response, Dimentio’s voice got louder, making showy motions with his hands as he faced the camera with a smile.

"Tonight, my dearest assistant and I will be putting on a show to reveal both of our skills and strengths! It will be quite the sight to behold, unveiling these skills never before seen by the public eye!" Dimentio's eyes lit up in anticipation, his grand smile only widening in excitement.

A low groan sounded from behind Dimentio, the sound crackling slightly through the jumbled audio. Dimentio turned, moving out of the way as someone shifted further back in the camera’s view.

”Where… Where am I?” The unidentifiable figure questioned, their inquiry almost lost in the garbled audio. They sounded exhausted.

”Careful, now!” Dimentio commanded from outside the view of the screen. “My teleportation skills are still rather rusty, so do forgive me if you feel a little light-headed.”

The figure stood, back straight, blinking and turning to finally stare directly at the camera.

”D-Dreambert?”

Luigi’s voice was practically a whisper. He didn’t want to believe it. This couldn’t be real.

”Ahahaha… I don’t believe you heard my introduction, so allow me to repeat myself!” Dimentio exclaimed, emerging from the shadows at the edges of the screen’s display, grabbing Dreambert up off the floor by his shoulders. He forced the panicking prince up to his feet, gesturing forward.

“Tonight, we will be putting on a show unlike any other! It will be a chance for me to show off a few tricks up my sleeve…" Dimentio pressed a finger onto Dreambert's cheek. "And for YOU to show off your skills of endurance!"

”Are you… D-Dimentio?” Dreambert sounded appalled, trying to move, only to realize his wrists were tied tightly behind his back.

”Ah, so you know me! Finally! It’s sooo nice to meet someone who can actually recognize my talents and prowess!” Dimentio gasped out. “My reputation DOES precede me, after all!”

Dimentio dropped Dreambert to the floor, walking forward. His movements were much more fluid than how he had once appeared in the first tape, practically gliding across the floor as he moved.

”But, enough introductions! Our show must begin!”

Dimentio held out a hand, faint sparks emerging from his fingertips, his black gloves reflecting the light.

”Our first trick will involve aim.” He laughed as a minuscule ball of concentrated energy appeared in his palm, almost resembling a star. “You can try and dodge this, if you’d like.”

Dreambert’s breathing became hurried, panicking and glancing around to try and locate any signs of an exit.

Dimentio only laughed, releasing the blast of energy from his palm, sending it hurtling toward the Pi’illo prince. Dreambert just barely swerved out of the way, crouching down. He winced as he realized the tips of his pillow hood were singed, the blast hitting the wall.

”Not bad!” Dimentio announced, pleased. “Just how long can you keep it up, is the question…”

He produced yet another star-like projectile in his hand, waving a finger before he flung it forward toward Dreambert.

Dreambert ducked, rolling out of the way as Dimentio continued to cackle in delight. He produced projectile after projectile, refusing to stop. He fired each of them upon the prince, who continued scrambling around to try and avoid the blasts of energy.

Dimentio knew his victim would tire of running eventually, his smile refusing to cease as he watched him run from corner to corner of the room. He didn’t mind waiting, so long as his assistant's efforts weren’t short-lived.

Why, making an effort was the least they could do!

Without warning, Dimentio raised both hands, the star-like glimmering ball of energy pulsing and sparking in his grasp. He threw it down, slamming it directly into Dreambert’s chest. Dreambert hit the wall with a crack, falling to the floor. He groaned.

”Aha! I knew you wouldn’t be able to dodge forever!” Dimentio snapped his fingers, teleporting to Dreambert’s side, a ripple appearing in the static screen.

He placed a hand under Dreambert’s chin, his cracked smile unmoving. Dreambert struggled to escape the bonds around his wrists, but to no avail.

Dreambert fought back tears, his chest aching as he felt warm blood seeping into his clothes. The burning sensation was still present from the initial hit. One of his bones felt broken, numbness overtaking his body.

”Feeling tired? We can take a quick intermission, if you’d like.” Dimentio grinned, standing up as he let Dreambert fall back to the floor. “I did want to show you something…”

Dimentio fiddled with something offscreen, snapping his fingers.

”You should feel honored, dreamy one. This isn’t all that bad, really...” Dimentio coyly spoke. “At least you weren’t blown to bits like my last show… Ah, you should’ve seen it! I’d love to show you, but we don’t have time for that. But, I can show you this!”

Dimentio crouched down beside the writhing Dreambert once more, holding out a jar full of yellow scaly skin and flesh, blood dripping down the sides of the jar.

”This was what was left of my last assistant.” He explained calmly to a horrified Dreambert, his masked expression still a smile. “Luckily, what I have in store for our program tonight won’t be nearly as brutal! I suppose I felt bad for you, in a way… you would have never been in this position, had you not been… ah, shall we say, in the wrong place at the wrong time?”

Dimentio’s smile dropped.

”But… Bowser… he was the reason my plans were thwarted…” He growled, standing as he threw the jar down to the floor, the contents spilling out as it smashed open.

”Bowser…?” Peach whispered, holding her hands up to cover her face, horrified.

Dreambert’s face turned up instinctively at the overwhelming stench of blood and rotting flesh, gagging.

”But, no matter! I do believe this intermission has gone on long enough, don’t you agree?”

Dreambert’s eyes widened, terrified.

”N-No! Wait, please, we can talk about this!” Dreambert attempted, large tears slipping down his cheeks. “I swear, I-I can give you anything you want!”

”Ahaha…”

Dimentio chuckled, lowering his face. His soft giggling soon heightened, grabbing Dreambert by his cape and forcing him up to his feet to stare into his trembling gaze. Dimentio's mismatched eyes were maddened.

“Ahahaha… AHAHAHAHAHAHA!” He raised his voice, his tone dangerous and shaky as his eyes narrowed. “YOU can’t even begin to FATHOM what I WANT!”

He slammed Dreambert’s limp and bleeding form up against the wall, laughing still as he snapped his fingers, another star-like burst of energy in his hands.

”What I want? I want to see those who wronged me BURN.”

Dimentio lifted his hand, forcing his blazing palm down onto Dreambert’s cheek, burning skin and melting off his flesh. Dreambert howled in pain, trying to kick at Dimentio to weaken his hold, but nothing happened.

“I want to see them suffer. I want to see the light of hope fade from their eyes.”

Dimentio dropped Dreambert to the floor, the pi’illo prince coughing and hiccuping on his sobs as his tears refused to cease.

”So, you’ve given up, already?”

Dreambert glanced up, trembling.

”What would your people think of you now, Prince Dreambert? Don’t you want to be a good role model to your citizens?” Dimentio’s face cracked back into a deranged smile. “What will they think when they see you like this?”

Dreambert tried to move, but fell back to the floor, crying out in pain. “No… don’t…”

”They’ll think you’re pathetic.”

Dimentio snaked his hands around Dreambert’s neck, squeezing down hard on his throat as his smile only widened. Dreambert sputtered and choked, gasping for breath and mercy. He wanted to try and pry Dimentio’s hands away, but his restricted wrists didn’t help to aid him.

His gaze went glossy, his eyes losing focus as he felt saliva trickling down his face, tears continuing to drag down his face.

He was going to die.

What he wasn’t expecting to happen next, was for Dimentio to abruptly release and drop him.

Dreambert glanced up through misty eyes as he hit the ground, hoping to the stars above that there had been a change of heart somewhere deep within the psychotic jester.

Dimentio turned on his heel away from Dreambert, waltzing over to the camera and reaching beyond it, grabbing something in his hands. He glanced down at the small object held in his fingers, a glint of metal reflecting on the camera.

”It’s time for our little show to come to a close.”

Dimentio grabbed Dreambert from behind, holding his head up. He forced him to turn and look toward the camera.

“Please…” Dreambert whined out, practically inaudible to his captor. He fidgeted, numb. “Stop…”

Dimentio raised his arm, revealing the object held in his fingers. It was a needle, filled with a dark purple liquid.

Dimentio ignored Dreambert’s soft protests, puncturing the prince's neck with a soft hum, positioning the tip of the needle on the flesh before squeezing down on it. He pushed, still humming, until the barrel of the syringe was empty.

He laughed before tossing the needle aside.

“There!” Dimentio smiled, grabbing Dreambert’s cheeks and forcing him to stare into his eyes. “Our show is complete. Do you care to take a bow, Prince Dreambert?”

“I-I just…” Dreambert whimpered, gulping down saliva as his voice nearly gave out. “I just want to go home…”

“Unfortunately, that can’t be arranged. But, I’ll tell you what...” Dimentio dropped Dreambert to the floor roughly once more, looming over him as he stood up. “That poison will start to kick in in about… let’s say, give or take, five minutes or so. So, until then, I’ll leave you completely alone! You can do whatever you’d like in your final moments. Doesn’t that sound so nice, princey?”

Dreambert released a choked sob.

“That’s what I thought. I’m just so generous, aren’t I?”

Dimentio turned to face his unseen audience, smiling.

”Thank you for tuning in, ladies and gentlemen! It has been a pleasure performing for you all once again! And please, do enjoy the finale provided by my assistant, Dreambert! It’s one to die for, I’m sure! Ahahaha! Ciao!”

Dimentio cackled maliciously before teleporting out of the vicinity, his laughter still echoing in the small, dim space even after he was gone.

And for the next five minutes, the group of horrified individuals watching were forced to witness Dreambert as he sobbed, screaming for aid. He repeatedly tried to move, but his exhaustion, wounds, and the poisonous fluid coursing through his veins only left him immobilized as he continued to screech and beg for help.

He prayed, whispering under his breath, but he knew it was no use.

He knew his attempts were hopeless, eventually falling to the ground and going silent. His face was colored a horrid purple.

”I’m… sorry… e-everyone…”

The audio cut out, the video feed turning to static as Prince Dreambert released his final breath.

The screen went black.

The doors behind the group unlocked with a click, re-opening with an achingly slow creak.

Laughter rang in their ears.

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animal ][ s. rogers

we’re sick like animals, we play pretend

Paring: steve rogers x agent!reader

Inspo: animal by neon trees

Word Count: 3000+

Warning(s): SMUT... again because reasons and yes, oh also a lil angst ;)

Part: part one | part two | part three | part ??

A/N: none

Your eyes struggled to open as sunlight poured through the windows of the bedroom. You woke up with a strong, firm arm wrapped around your waist and heat emitted from an even larger body latching onto the left of yours. After blinking a few times, your head turned over to reveal the sleeping face of Steve Rogers next to yours. A smile immediately graced your lips, his features making him seem more at peace than he ever had in his life. Your mind didn’t even spin like it was supposed to. There were no thoughts of ‘oh shit! I slept with my best friend. What the fuck do I do?!’ It was as if you wore rose-colored glasses and all you knew was that last night was one of the best sexual encounters you had in your life and that gorgeous man was still with you now, on an island far away from the rest of the world. Rest of your usual lives anyways.

You sat up, fully acknowledging just how naked the two of you were, and his arm fell to your legs. He groaned at the movement and tried nuzzling into you before his eyes shot open. Steve sat up as well, staring at you as if you were a mirage. Perhaps he had these glasses as well, because his smile mirrored yours.

“Hey,” you greeted in a sleepy voice and watched as his eyes ran over your face and body.

“Do you wanna-“ he started but you interrupt him.

“Talk about it? No. I think... I think we just live it for now. We’re in Mykonos, let’s be in Mykonos.” You didn’t want to lose those glasses, you didn’t want to think about your relationship (whatever it was now) or work.

All you wanted was to be with him in this moment, as silly as it was.

“Be in Mykonos... yeah, I can do that.” You could see his face contorting in thought but those features soon relaxed to show a tired smirk.

“Now I’m gonna go take a shower-“ you paused, stomach doing a flip as he sat up and the sun hit his muscular torso, “join me if you want.”

Getting out of bed, you sent him a wink and boy did he wake up quick.

The two of you spent the morning together in possibly the most domestic thing you’d experienced... after that shower of course. He cooked you a surprisingly delicious breakfast with the few ingredients your contact left in the kitchen and you both actually took a nap. You couldn’t remember napping unless it was due to exhaustion or being injured, but this was just because you could.

After that the two of you went out into town, Steve worrying about putting on a disguise in public. Not that his disguise of a baseball cap and sunglasses would really do much. You took him shopping, knowing the two of you only had clothes from your previous mission and they were not the cleanest. He let you dress him in a blue button-down and white swim trunks that hugged his ass in a way which nearly made you swoon. You, on the other hand, bought a black bikini and distressed booty shorts which favored your own in the same way.

The rest of the day was spent on the beach and you could swear you never saw the super soldier have so much fun.

“Oh my god, you’re too perfect. Like a goddamn Ken doll,” you commented, watching him bask in the sun with his new shirt discarded.

His blonde hair was already lightened by the sun and small freckles dotted his nose.

“Ken doll?” His cheeks were tinted a slight pink at the compliment but nothing could hide the confusion on his face.

“Oh shit- Barbie wasn’t made till later, was she? Eh. Don’t worry, grandpa, I’ll explain it later.” He scoffed at your comment.

“Grandpa? You weren’t calling me grandpa last night... or this morning,” There was a golden smirk on his face that made you roll your eyes with a smile.

“Oh? You’re being cheeky, now?” He laughed, his hand moving to his chest in response.

“Guess you could call it that.” You huffed and laid back down to tan, Captain America was more of a tease than anyone in the world could guess.

“Say.. Doll? You really haven’t gotten in the water yet today. Have you?” You felt your body go rigid at his question, knowing the charming, mischievous tone to his voice too well.

“Rogers, I swear to God.” You warned, sitting up to see him doing the same.

“You shouldn’t swear, Doll. You’re hanging out with a 90 year old man, after all.” He joked and got up.

You took off before he could make a move towards you. Your feet stumbled below you in the sand but running from him of all people was pointless. Steve could outrun cars if he needed to, you were no match. And this was proven true as you were scooped up by two incredibly large arms and tossed onto his shoulder like you weighed nothing.

“Steven Grant Rogers!” You scolded, attempting to squirm out of his grip as his direction moved towards the waterline.

“Use my full name all you want, I just think you were looking a little hot there, [Y/n]. If anything you should be thanking me!” He continued to tease while you struggled to get your body away from his.

He was at the water by now and you could feel splashing coming from how fast he waded into the water, all with you yelling at him to put you down. Steve just laughed and stopped when the water got up to his waist, by now half of your legs were covered.

“Put you down? No problem!” He tossed you off of him without a problem while you yelled and fell into the cold water.

You got up with wet hair and a determined pout. Spitting out a bit of salt water that got into your mouth, you stared up at him and for just a moment you almost stopped being mad at him. Steve was laughing with a large grin covering the bottom half of his face, looking like a whole Poseidon with the sea at his hips. But that was a big ‘almost’ because you immediately tackled the super soldier with a yell which caused both of you to tumble into the water.

You both came back up quickly and his laughter was shared with yours while his arms naturally wrapped around your waist, hugging your body against his own with your cackles. There was just something fantastic about how easily the two of you melded together, bodies curving as if you were always meant to be like this. His hand moved up to your face, palm cupping your cheek as you both calmed down. The blue in his eyes reflected the water as they bore into your own, if time could stop you’d never want this moment to end. But it quickly did when they dipped down to your lips before he brought his down to your own. Your’s and his own lips tasted of salt water, but that soon changed to just his usual taste that was all his own as the kiss got deeper. Your tongues moved in a familiar dance that developed very quickly since your first kiss, it was almost too easy for you to fall in rhythm with him but you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

The two of you left the beach about an hour later around 6, taking to the town yet again. You fell in step with him, walking and talking through rows of cute boutiques and cafes before deciding to stop at a cute restaurant that overlooked the coast. You ate and drank like normal people would, both of your usual tactical instincts taking a break for a second. Steve’s vision was not looking all over for possible assailants and you weren’t counting every object you could use as a weapon in your mind; you were both just focused on each other.

“So.. is this a date?” He eventually asked and you felt your eyebrows raise.

“Yeah, I guess you could say that. Wow- I haven’t gone on one of these without doing it for work in a long time.” You thought out loud and he nodded.

“It’s the first successful one I’ve been on. Not easy to find a dame as Captain America.” You took a sip of your wine, feeling the liquid finally affecting you as it had been your third glass.

“No I don’t imagine.” You chuckled before continuing, “I just don’t date. With the job... relationships are hard. They’re dangerous. I could only imagine anyone I’d end up with being dead.” You admitted in a blunt manner.

“Relationship. Is that what we have?” And there he was cracking those rose glasses again.

“Ah! We’re being in Mykonos right now, remember? Those questions are for America Steve and [Y/n].” You leaned forward, dragging your foot up his leg under the table.

Your hand moved to touch his and he could tell what you were doing. He wished he could do it too, but the man was the very definition old fashioned. You didn’t want to bring in the real world, the gravity of your situation. You just wanted him.

“Are you trying to distract me right now?” He smirked and you mirrored the expression easily.

“Maybe. Is it working?” Your fingers crawled up his hand and arm, “What can I say? I have a way with words, Captain.”

Your voice drawled out with the use of that nickname, one which you learned turned him on quite quickly. And it was obvious that it worked as his Adam’s Apple bobbed up and down and his body went rigid.

“I’d say your working with a little more than words right now, Doll.” He chuckled but his cheeks turned red as your foot moved to his inner thigh teasingly.

“Want to do something about it?” His jaw clenched at your suggestion, eyes moving around the restaurant.

“The House is a bit aways from here.” You tilted your head, lips curling into a sultry smile.

“Who said we had to go back there? There’s a bathroom about twenty feet away.” He rolled his head back before meeting your eyes.

“God you are good at that...” he pulled cash from his pocket and placed it under a wine glass on the table, “we gotta be quick though. Don’t know what would happen if someone caught Captain America in a compromising position.”

“Don’t worry, I can be quick.” You sent him a wink and grabbed his hand before getting up.

Your heart raced in your chest as you led him to the single use bathroom, closing and locking the door behind the two of you. He immediately backed you against the door, lips locking in a needy fashion. You were fast to get to work though, hand moving down his pants to palm his already hard bulge.

“In a rush, are we? Captain?” You pulled away from him to see his eyes darkened with a lustful look that made a heat pool between your legs.

“What can I say? You get me, Doll.” His voice was heavier with desire.

You kissed him once more before lowering down to your knees, pulling his shorts and boxers down with you. His cock unfurled for you to gage hungrily before you began to pump it in your hands, immediately making him groan and press a hand against the locked door behind you.

“You’re sure you want to-“ he began to question in a way that made your heart swell.

It was just a certain amount care that made you feel safe every time you were with him. More care than any one night stand you experienced, more connection. You didn’t even given him a verbal response, nodding before licking up and down his length and taking the head into your mouth.

He gasped, his other hand getting tangled in your hair. You began slowly getting deeper, hollowing out your cheeks as you sucked him off. His moans were heaven and at this point you didn’t care if the whole world heard the sounds happening in that restroom. Steve tried to keep quiet but when you began deep-throating him, all bets were off. Your mouth began to get sore from how you worked on his dick but that only pushed you further.

Your pumping got faster and you felt his cock twitch in your mouth as he tightened his grip on your hair, beginning to thrust into your mouth.

“God, [Y/n]...” he groaned out your name and you wear nearly dripping, pussy getting wetter as he began to come undone.

You let him take the reins, your hands gripping his legs tightly as he fucked your face, your name dripping from his lips like whiskey. And it wasn’t long after that that he came, the salty liquid filling your mouth and you swallowed it down. God, you sucked him dry, pulling your mouth off of his cock with a pop that made him even more weak in the knees than he already was. You licked your lips before feeling his hand gently stroke your face before tilting up your chin. He stared down at you before lifting your head up with his fingers, your body moving with the action until you stood before him. You never broke eye contact.

“If this is being in Mykonos then I don’t want to go home.” His eyes crinkled up with the smile on his face and he brought your lips to his own without a second thought.

You never thought giving a blowjob could turn you on so much, but right now you were wetter than the Atlantic Ocean. His hands ran down your waist before he pulled his face away, those hands were fire against your body.

“Me too, Cap. Me too.” You giggled and he pulled his pants up.

You stepped away from him to look into the bathroom mirror. Your [Y/h/l] hair was in knotted beach waves and your cheeks were flushed. His reflection stood behind yours and he joined you, immediately placing his body behind yours and nuzzling his head into your neck. He left kisses along your skin that made you purr. Steve moved up carefully assessing which spots made your breath hitch in the slightest before finding one and sucking on it till you moaned out loud. “Don’t start anything you can’t finish,” his hands snaked around your waist, one trailing down to your shorts and teasing you through the fabric.

You gasped, his reflection quirked up a corner of its lip.

“I only want to return the favor, Doll. Something tells me I’ve already started something anyways,” Steve whispered into your ear making you grip the sink in order to suppress a moan.

“For only being a virgin yesterday, you catch on quick.” You teased.

“Maybe you can teach an old dog new tricks,” he quipped in return before slipping his hand into your shorts.

It was warm and he immediately rubbed circles into your core. You let out a breathy moan.

“Doll, we have to be quiet, remember?” He whispered again but still continued his actions.

You nodded and unbuttoned the shorts, letting them fall at your feet. With the freedom to move he took the opportunity to go deeper, slipping a finger into your sex and pumping it in-and-out of you.

“I really did start something, huh.” Steve said in a low chuckle.

He pulled his hand out for a second, using the hand wrapped around your waist to spin you towards him before picking you up and placing you on top of the sink. You whined at the loss of contact but he was quick to make up for it, pushing two fingers inside of you. You gripped the edge of the sink and his shoulder tight while his head rested in the crook of your neck. One of your hands moved to cover your mouth as you couldn’t contain the dangerous noises he pulled from your lips. His thumb played with your clit and you thought you were seeing stars until his head and body slowly started to move down. He took his hand out and hooked it on your panties to flick them off, then spreading your legs as he knelt on the floor in front of you.

“Are you- are we really doing this?” You were grinning like an idiot and Steve nodded his head.

Damn, if he wasn’t a fast learner.

“Anything for my Best Girl.” He shot you a wink and got to work.

His tongue slipped inside of you which elicited a high-pitched gasp from you. Your hand covered your mouth again and you could tell that you were already dripping for him. His hands gripped your thighs tightly, keeping you in place for him. Your hand that no longer held onto his shoulder was now tousled in his blonde hair, pulling at it as Steve hit those little spots in all the right ways. Head thrown back and back arched at this point, you were already coming to the edge. The way his tongue moved inside of you was purely sinful and soon enough your moans turned into screams that your hand could barely cover. His hands grew tighter on your thighs and there was sure to be bruises but you didn’t care. Your mind couldn’t even process how he was this good, but it was like he knew your body in and out. He so easily slipped into the places that made you shiver and soon enough your breaths were quickening, eyes closing tight as he ate you out. You wouldn’t be surprised if your wetness was on the floor by now because you were coming for him like no tomorrow, releasing an orgasm you never even realized you could feel. He licked up what he could before looking up at you, taking pride in your exhausted form which sat slumped on the sink.

“You’re too good at that, Rogers.” You hopped off and got dressed, giving him a quick peck on the lips as you did so.

“Hey… I can do this all day.” He joked with a smirk and you felt yourself laughing ridiculously.

The two of you wiped down what you could, feeling bad for doing the things you did in a public bathroom. No matter how sexy it was. And then you slipped out of the restaurant with red cheeks, hoping to god no one heard the things coming from in there.

You both walked back to the house, stopping to grab two pints of sorbet at a corner store before getting to the place. Was this what normal was? Just two people spending the day together to come back to the same place? You knew this was only Mykonos, a vacation, but part of you began wondering what would happen when it was over. Your feelings for Steve were dangerously huge by now and you weren’t sure of what to do. Those rose-colored glasses had finally slipped off and you dreaded ever leaving that island.

Steve sat in the living room and you grabbed spoons from the kitchen. You stepped out to see his relaxed from lounging on the couch, eyes on the tv the two of you still hadn’t managed to use.

“Wanna watch a movie?” You asked and plopped down next to him with desserts in hand.

“Here’s your vanilla, Oldie.” He took it from you with a chuckle.

“I’m a classic man, sue me. But yeah, I’m good for a movie. You’ll have to pick it out though cause I would probably accidentally find the worst movie I could.” You nodded and grabbed the remote, sticking your spoon into your raspberry sorbet.

You were searching through the on demand list when Steve’s phone began ringing. It didn’t take much to guess who it was and you frowned as he picked it up. The real world was coming back too soon. He rubbed a comforting hand o your shoulder before standing up with the call. It was fifteen minutes before the call ended and you felt your stomach sink.

“That was Fury. We have a mission back home... he sent a jet for us.” Steve got out in an almost monotonous manner and you groaned but got up from the couch as well.

“Well at least we got a good 24 hours.” You commented as you headed back to your bedroom with Steve in tow.

He walked into his own across the hall and the two of you were ready to leave too quickly. This felt abrupt to you, already going back for missions with your mind slipping into the same defensive mechanisms it always did. What would happen between you and the soldier? You knew that a genuine relationship would be a bad idea. People in your line of work never had relationships, they were too messy and dangerous. And with your partner nonetheless! The idea scared you. You would both have two very physical weaknesses in the eyes of your enemies, and now you couldn’t imagine what you’d do if Steve was ever hurt. You cared too much and it terrified you.

After cleaning what the two of you could in the place, you locked it up and followed him to a small jet that rested on the beach. Steve was just as quiet as you were so you assumed his mind was in the same state. You both amble on and sit across from each other in the cabin. It’s silent as the jet takes off and you bite your lip before grabbing his hand across the aisle.

“Steve... what are you thinking? About this... us I guess.” You never felt so small.

You didn’t know what you wanted him to think. If he agreed with your thoughts of ending it, it’d be easier to get over it but at the same time you also naively hoped his feelings for you were just as big.

“It wouldn’t be smart for us to do the whole relationship thing, would it?” He looked at you with those serious blue eyes and you felt your heart break.

“Mykonos stays in Mykonos, then?” You kept a straight face, work instincts taking over.

“Yeah, Partner. Mykonos stays in Mykonos.” He gave you a false smile and you let go of his hand feeling a sudden coldness in your chest you couldn’t describe.

But this seemed like the best decision. You both couldn’t get hurt if you didn’t start anything real. There was a part of you that was concerned though. If you were to continue working together, knowing how well your bodies fit together... would you be able to resist him? The way the two of you moved, it was instinct and natural. You were animals.

And you didn’t know how long you’d last fighting against that.

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ikke-secret · 7 years ago

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Make Me Relax (#3)

So, I began writing this part, but then it became too long, so I decided to separate it into two more parts (If anyone wants a fourth part, that is)

Pairing: Calum & Y/N

Warnings: Swearing and smut

Word count: 2550+

Requested: yessss

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~3 years later~

It’s still as surreal now to watch Calum’s face light up when he sees me, as it was when we first met. And the way it makes my heart tumble is just something I’ve barely gotten used to, even though it’s been about three years now.

He says something to one of his mates, Luke, before setting off in a jog towards where I’m sitting under a tree, trying to hide myself from the burning sun.

When he reaches me, he helps me to my feet. His arms come around my waist, as his lips capture mine in a sweet kiss.

“Hey baby.” He greets against my lips, while his hands travel to my hips, not letting me get far away from him.

I grin at him like a fool, “Hey.”

My eyes catch Luke’s from the corner of my eye, and I notice him tapping his foot impatiently, “I probably shouldn’t keep you here for too long.” I laugh and send an apologetic wave in Luke’s direction.

“What are you doing tonight?” he questions, ignoring my attempt to get him back to Luke – which is not really what I want – Right here with me is fine. I shrug, “Nothing.” My fingers run up the bare, tan skin of his arms.

“Can you be home at 8 tonight?” he asks hopefully. I nod, still trying to get used to the new word home. We’ve been living together for a couple of months now, and it’s still as hard getting used to as it is wonderful.

He grins at me like a child who has just received a piece of candy, before he meets my lips once more, clearly trying not to deepen it in front of the entire park.

“Now go.” I urge him, without letting go of his soft dark hair. He pecks my lips, before untangling himself from me, and walking back over to Luke, and disappearing into the building before them.

~19:24 (same day)~

“Just go now.” Jessie urges. I shake my head, slumping down further on her uncomfortable black leather couch – something her mom had gotten her after I moved.

“If I leave now, I’ll be there in five minutes, and he said at 8 o’clock.” I argue and pick at the old red nail polish on my thumb.

I’d been a nervous wreck ever since I talked to Cal this afternoon. Jessie had fired off different suggestions or ideas as to what it could be – they had gotten more and more ridiculous as the time went on, things like joining a cult had been at the top of her list.

“He has probably been ready for a long time now.” She argues back, and throws my shoes down next to me feet. I kick them away, “Jessie.” I whine, and lean my head back, pressing my thumb and index finger against the bridge of my nose.

My phone dings from beside me, indicating that I have a message. I hold my phone in the air, not moving my head, and read the short message.

Calum: ‘You can come home now.’

A grin tugs at my lips, the same time as my stomach curls together in an uncomfortable ball.

“Cal?” Jessie asks and send me a knowing glance.

I nod, and reach out for my shoes, “What did he say?” she questions. I throw her a knowing glance, which seems to say everything that my words can’t. She smiles widely, and proceeds to urge me into basically run all the way home.

“Have fun!” she calls after me, dragging out the word.

~19:48~

Maybe I’d taken the long way home, but I couldn’t get myself to immediately turn down the street. What is he planning?

I grind my teeth, and take a drive around the block, going over all of the possible options. What if he is planning for us to join a cult?

I shake my head, and force myself to pull it together, it’s just Cal, for all I know I should be excited about this.

I have to take a few deep breaths as I pull into the driveway, and see that the house I practically in complete darkness.

As I push the door open, I eye the house, still not truly fathoming that I live in it, with my boyfriend, who I’d never imagined I’d end up with.

I walk up to the front door.

Should I knock? No, I live here.

Pushing open the door, I try to listen after the sound of people or smell food or something that would give me an indicator of what is waiting for me.

Did I forget our anniversary? I don’t think so.

Is it his birthday? Nope.

“Calum?” I call, voice shaking slightly.

“In here.” He replies, the sound coming from the living room.

I slowly make my way in there, taking in the room, which has been decorated with lights and roses – I can’t help but laugh a little, it’s like a scene from a movie. He grins at me from across the room, while shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

“Like it?” he asks, sounding hopeful, like a little boy.

I nod, and smile broadly at him, “Love it.”

He grins, and begins moving towards me. I feel my body growing more and more nervous with every step he takes.

His hands land on my hips as he guides us to the couch.

He sits down, and I follow him, straddling his lap. I rest my fingers against his chest, curling the soft material into the palms of my hands.

His dark eyes are big, and I can feel his heart beating quickly under my hands.

My lips connect with his as he cups my cheek and pulls my face to his. I relax against his touch, which makes some of the nervous edge rub off.

I run my hands into his dark hair, holding his lips against mine.

Maybe I was just overreacting – this isn’t bad.

“Aren’t you curious in the least about what we’re doing?” he asks as he pulls away, unable to keep the smile off his face. I shrug, feeling my shoulders still stiff from the tension.

His strong fingers slowly massage my shoulders, as his eyebrows knit slightly, “Why are you so tense?”

“Jessie had a lot of theories about what you’re planning tonight.” I tell him, making a grimace.

He chuckles, “Like what?”

I shrug again, “She said you would make me join a cult or that you’d reveal that you’re actually an alien or something.”

A laugh ripples out of him, and he seems barely able to contain himself. I can’t help but join in, Cal’s laugh is contagious. He drops his hands from my shoulders to my waist, and gets up, setting me down, still pressed against him.

“There’s something for you in the bedroom.” He tells me, and cocks his head towards the stairs, urging me to go. I grin at him and make my way to the bedroom, which too is decorated with a bunch of petals all over the place, making me laugh.

“You’re wonderful.” I murmur, and spin around.

I stumble back and almost fall over when I catch sight of Cal again, prompted on one knee, holding a small dark blue velvet box in his hand.

My eyes are wide as I stare between the silver ring in the box and Calum’s sparkling eyes.

“I was going to wait with this till after dinner, but I can’t wait, I just…” he drifts off, and clears his throat, “So, this’ll sound super cliché, but I love you Y/N, more than I’d ever thought I’d be able to love anybody, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to meet new people with you, and introduce you as my wife, and just the thought of saying those words makes me float off the fucking ground, and I just need you to say yes. So, Y/N, will you do me the honor of marrying me and making me the happiest man on earth?”

I know my mouth is agape as I continue to stare at him, unable to form a single word, let alone a reply to that.

He moves slightly on his leg, seeming to lose hope with every passing second. I want to say yes, scream it in his face, and attack him and kiss him and love him, but I’ve lost all contact between my brain and my body.

I dump down onto my knees in front of him, shaking my head, trying to get my head to work, before the slightest ‘yes’ leaves my lips. I force my eyes up to meet his, and repeat the word, “Yes.” I say again, stronger this time and see his eyes light up. “Yes?” he questions, not sure if he heard me right. I nod, “Yes.” I reply, before I’m suddenly tackled by Cal.

His lips crash against mine, as I land on my back on the plush carpet. Easily, he slips his warm tongue into my mouth, tasting me as if it’s the last time he’ll ever do so.

His big hands roam over my body, already pulling my shirt over my head.

His lips leave mine, and trail down my neck and in between my breasts. He sneaks his hand under my back to unhook my bra, before throwing the damn thing across the room.

My back arches off the ground as his wet tongue dips into my belly button, while he dips his fingers under the hem of my jeans, pulling them down my legs.

I immediately clamp my legs together, trying to create some sort of friction. He smirks at me, before moving my legs apart and kissing his way down my thighs with soft, feather-light kisses. I groan in anticipation, absentmindedly squeezing my legs lightly around his head.

“Cal.” I muster to push out between clenched teeth.

“Mmh.” He murmurs, sucking at the skin right next to my core.

“I need you.” I say, “Now.”

He chuckles, making my hips roll, as his hot breaths brush against my wetness. “You need to be more specific.” He tells me.

I tug his head closer towards my core with my hands in his tousled hair, “You can’t tease your fiancé like that.” I breathe, causing him to suck in a sharp breath.

“Fucking hell, that sounds fucking amazing.” He curses, before connecting his mouth with the most intimate part of me, sucking hard on my bundle of nerves. An unexpected moan bursts out of me, as his tongue circles around and flicks on just the right spot.

I feel his fingers, as they lightly graze my entrance, making my hips lift off the ground.

“I love the sounds you make.” He mutters, more to himself than me, as he draws another whimper from me, as he pushes two fingers into my heat, pumping them in and out slowly.

“Baby?” he says, as his mouth leaves me, making me cry out in disappointment. He curls his fingers inside me once, before removing them too. “What?” I whimper, meeting his gaze. I see the smug look on his face – he knows he’s got me for good now.

“I need you to get on the bed for me.”

I quickly obey, and settle back against the headboard, watching him as he casually strolls over to the edge of the bed, still fully clothed. “Take your clothes off.” I demand, enjoying the grin separating his lips.

He pulls his shirt over his head, revealing nothing but tan skin, making my mouth water. I cock an eyebrow at him, and nod towards his pants. He tugs them down and lets his hardened erection free. My tongue peeks out of my mouth, sucking my bottom lip into my mouth at the amazing sight of Cal naked.

He crawls over me and kisses me feverishly, tongue exploring my mouth, as he runs a thumb over my nipple.

“Tell me baby girl,” He begins, “Do you want me to make love to you or fuck you?”

I swallow, and pretend to think it over for a second, “How about a mix?” I suggest and move further down under him, spreading my legs apart, urging him to enter me.

He doesn’t do as I want him to, instead he sits back and smirks at me, “All fours.” He commands, watching me as I scramble over.

Impatience grows in the pit of my stomach, as he presses a soft kiss against my core from behind. I moan, and fall down on my elbows, leaning my body further back.

“Cal.” I whine, needing him inside me.

“Yes?” he replies, as if I’m not practically begging him to just fuck me.

“I need you.” I tell him – which he already knows.

I feel the bed dip behind me, as he settles in behind me.

A shiver shoots down my spine, causing lava to boil inside me as he circles my entrance with the tip of his dick.

“Calum.” I repeat his name, my voice my demanding. I move slightly back, so he slips in about an inch. We moan in unison, as an incoherent word escapes my lips.

“I fucking love you.” He mutters, as he pushes all the way into me, deeper than usual. He pulls back out before slamming right back into me, while his fingers grab my hips, moving my body as he finds a delirious pace. My head is spinning as every nerve in my body is lighting on fire, making me unable to focus, as he pounds into me.

With each delicious thrust, he pushes me further towards the edge, making me cry out when he hits a spot deep inside me, right where I need him.

“So fucking amazing.” He grunts to himself, as he pushes my legs father apart, connecting his fingers with my clit, circling around in unbearable shapes.

He grinds his hips against mine, picking up the pace even more, making my vision become blurry from pleasure.

The pressure of him inside me and the shocks shooting through my body is too much. As my orgasm tears me to pieces, making me cry out Cal’s name as loud as I can, not caring if the whole street hears me. “Say my name again, baby” He urges me, as the pace becomes frantic, I repeat his name, riding out my high, as he grinds against me, before coming inside me.

His stomach crashes against my back, as he heaves against me.

His soft lips kiss the sensitive spot right under my ear, as he whispers into my ear, “So fucking much.” I smile to myself and glance over my shoulder at him, “I love you too.”

He pulls out of me, and tugs me down, so I’m practically lying on top of him.

He grins to himself, before his brown eyes meet mine, sparkling like a thousand stars as he speaks, “Jessie already knew that I was going to propose.” He tells me.

I frown, “She made me nervous for nothing?” I accuse. He chuckles, “I told her that you couldn’t know, not even guess, why I wanted you home late.”

I narrow my eyes at him, even though it’s meant at Jessie, “I guess this is better than joining a cult.”

“Only slightly better.”

Read part 4 here

Thanks for reading, please tell me if you want a fourth part :))

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netherwar-rpg-blog · 8 years ago

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Welcome to the Wardens, Dani! Your application for THE PROTECTOR has been accepted with a Santiago Cabrera FC.

I was really excited when we received an app for the Protector because I knew he would be such a core part of the Wardens’ group. After reading through your app, it was clear that you nailed this skeleton bio perfectly and really made it into your own fleshed out character with so much life! I couldn’t imagine a more perfect rendition of this bio. As a world builder, it is fantastic to see how you’ve really researched into the Vartheli culture and even showed it in your moodboard, Gonzalo’s background, personality and ambitions. The roleplay sample was a direct link to one of the headcanons mentioned in his skeleton bio and that was so fantastic to see because you clearly were thinking about how the Protector fared in that meeting with the dragon, and were taking all the details seriously. Eldris needs a man like the Protector in the growing times of darkness!

The application can be found under the cut. You have 48 hours to create a roleplay account (cannot be a sideblog) for your character and we will be updating our opening date soon!

O O C - I N F O

Name: Dani

Age: 22

Timezone: CLST

Activity Level: I’m in law school which means I might get some rough weeks every now and then but most of the time I’m super active and I manage to make time to do a few replies daily.

Extra: None, really.

S K E L E T O N - I N F O

T H E - B A S I C S

Skeleton Title: THE PROTECTOR

Name: Gonzalo Alonso Casalis

Gender: Male

Age: 34

Class: Warrior

Faceclaim: Santiago Cabrera

C H A R A C T E R - D E T A I L S

Nationality: Vartheli

Appearance:

Tanned skin, golden under the burning sun of Varthal and deep, brown eyes that seem almost black, Gonzalo had always known himself to be a handsome young man; but before joining the Guild, he never had the chance to use it to his advantage. Being the son of a horse master meant the boy spent most of his time playing around with the horses in the dirt, hiding his good looks. Though this didn’t mean that both men and women didn’t notice, because they surely did.

When he came of age and joined the Arms Guild, turning him into a more proper, polished version of himself, Gonzalo started carrying his hair just above his shoulders: not long enough to be a bother, but long enough to feel the wind as he rides around Eldris, the feeling of freedom too important to him as it reminds him of home wherever he is.

Unlike his flashier countrymen, Gonzalo has always been more sober in his taste. He prefers red fabrics and warm colors, just as most of those born under the southern sun, but he keeps little jewelry on his person. At first it was due to the fact that despite his parents not being poor at all, they weren’t quite well off either, meaning such whims weren’t exactly available to him. Now, after years in his position as the right hand of Blademaster Dorn, he has simply grown used to simpler tastes. Gonzalo wears two gold rings, one on each of his index fingers, and five golden ear cuffs on his left ear. Every time a particular adventure marks him or he finds himself in need of dealing with a life changing decision, he gets a new one.

Finally, like every warrior, Gonzalo has his fair share of scars. Most of them are small and faded, bites and cuts all over his back, legs, hands, and chest from angry horses, angry creatures, and angry men. Most notably, he has one big scar trailing from his left shoulder all the way down to his elbow, made by a griffin’s claw as he tried to escape it’s clutches; and a shorter scar, almost a finger length long, following over the line of his collarbone to the middle of his neck, made by a blade when he was captured by bandits near the Spine Mountains. Gonzalo is quite proud of his scars, they tell tales of adventures and near death experiences, but by now all of the Warriors from the Guild and most of the Wardens have learned not to ask about the scar on his neck. He doesn’t like it, and he doesn’t want to talk about it. That’s all they need to know.

Personality:

[ + ] Adventurous – His family always said that Gonzalo’s heart beat as wildly as a horse’s; strong and steady and aching to stretch its legs and run off into the distance. The moment the boy was old enough to stir a horse by himself was the moment his parents started losing him from sight for hours and hours as he rushed into the forest, the lake, or the plains just to explore. That thirst for adventure hasn’t dimmed despite the years that have passed, and the man still finds himself surprised with every new place he visits.

[ + ] Curious – Apart from his adventurous heart, Gonzalo’s mind has always been bright and sharp. He doesn’t fear magic like many in the south and even less the great creatures that plague the forests and mountains. Everything is a learning experience in his eyes, and like a child, his eyes always light up at the sight of a big and powerful beast or a mage’s work. Gonzalo always questions everything, reads a lot, and keeps an open mind to the unknown.

[ + ] Loyal – The Guild means everything to Gonzalo. He considers the warriors his brothers and would give up his own life for them without thinking twice. He never doubts them, which is why when Blademaster Dorn sent him to join the Wardens, he went willingly and without complaint. Now, he can see the importance of the Wardens and their responsibility to Eldris, so he puts the same dedication and trust in everyone who joins, treating them as brothers and protecting them with his own life.

[ + ] Genuine – Many join the Guild for the fame and respect the title entails, but not Gonzalo. He never cared for fame or power, two things that simply landed on his lap because unlike many others, he sought the greater good with no hidden agendas. Gonzalo has become someone people look up to; a man who breaks all fights in their ranks and mediates solutions with kindness and understanding of both parties. He’s always true to his word and reliable whenever a problem arises. He has never broken a promise and he’s not about to start.

[ - ] Hot-Headed – Gonzalo has no patience for stupidity, rudeness, or cruelty and he is quick to take to arms or start a fight to defend what he believes is right. He’s a kind and fair man, which means he rarely accuses anyone without just cause, but injustice doesn’t sit right with him, and he’s not one to stand idly by when he is able to do something to change an unfair situation. He’s patient, but people have learned not to test his limits. He’s never lost a fight thus far, after all.

[ - ] Naive – Despite his bright mind, Gonzalo has always been quite naive when it comes to trusting others. He believes in humanity, good hearts, and good deeds, so it isn’t strange to find him giving his money away on the streets or doing favors for those who seem distressed. He has always been very trusting, and even though he knows there are bad people in the world, he refuses to fall into cynicism, and doubt every person he comes across.

[ - ] Stubborn – “Stubborn as a mule,” his mother would call him, because changing Gonzalo’s mind has never been an easy task. He believes in authority and trusts orders given by those he respects, but when he believes something is right, be it religion, tactics or even the simplest things, it will take a good argument to make him doubt himself or his beliefs. Like every good soldier, he never disobeys, but that doesn’t mean he has to agree with the orders given.

[ - ] Apprehensive – If anything could possibly go wrong, Gonzalo has probably thought about it twice already. He knows his flaws and understands he trusts people too easily, which is why he’s so apprehensive and tense when it comes to any road set before him, always worried about those around him and fretting over any impending dangers that may lie ahead. Despite this, he isn’t a grim man at all. Most of the time he behaves quite charmingly, but he loves too deeply and protecting those he cares about is always on his mind.

C H A R A C T E R - B A C K G R O U N D

History:

Flying feet on fields of grass, galloping hooves, and yapping dogs at his ankles were the sounds of Gonzalo’s childhood. His family lived in a small town on the outskirts of Vessia, where his father raised the best war horses in all of Eldris; loyal and brave just like their horse master, and fit to endure the burning sun of the south and the freezing cold of the north. Gonzalo, his only son, was a wild little thing since birth, running before he could speak and always meddling in everyone’s business. Everyone in town adored the charming young boy, as well as the many pets that would follow him around.

His childhood was filled with big adventure and small indulgences. His family wasn’t particularly rich, but the fertile land provided food fit for kings, rich in taste and bright in color, and large expanses of land to explore. Gonzalo spent hours and hours on the back of a horse, feeling the steady rhythm of its hooves hitting the ground as he rode around Varthal, the warm wind blowing against his face. Sometimes, it made Gonzalo wonder what it would be like to fly.

It was no surprise that the boy took to a sword with incredible ease, feeling its weight like an extension of his arm as he wielded his newly acquired companion with the natural talent the Vartheli seemed to posses. It was the final piece that completed the boy and turned him into a man; a young man with a brave heart that beat wild and strong, aching to find his place in the world.

And so Gonzalo started searching. Adventures turned into long journeys, down to the end of the continent or up into the forests and mountains. It was during one of these journeys that he met a group of men, Warriors of the Arms Guild, fighting an imposing beast: a gryphon. He rushed to their aid, jumping from his mount to the beast’s back and landing the final blow to its neck. Once on the ground, the men stood quietly, watching him with curious eyes and smiles brightening, as they seemed to have a silent conversation, their heads nodding their agreement.

He received an invitation to join them the next day.

The Arms Guild was more than a group of heroes protecting people from harm. They were a brotherhood, a family that took Gonzalo in and embraced him like one of their own. He trained, bled, and fought, years passing by as he earned his position and title as Blademaster Dorn’s right hand. He was respected and trusted but never feared. Gonzalo found his place in the world among its heroes and even though his heart never stopped longing for adventure, for that great desire to fly, he knew where he belonged: protecting the people he loved.

Adventure, of course, sometimes came at a great price. A lesson he learned in one of his many journeys to the north. They were traveling through the Spine Mountains, shivering from the cold when Gonzalo saw it: a great dragon, black as the night, flying over them. It was the greatest moment of his life, the mere sight of the embodiment of such ancient power making all his journeys worth the wait. He ached to follow it, to see where it would lead them, but bandits took their moment of distraction to their advantage and ambushed them.

Only Gonzalo survived.

Life became simpler after that. He returned to the Guild to heal his wounds and continue with his task. Years passed and the persistent rumors of the members of the Guild wanting him to be their future Blademaster never worried Gonzalo until the day Blademaster Dorn approached him and ordered him to join this new faction that was forming to fight the threat of the Netherworld: The Wardens. He wanted to send their best warrior and rider to represent them, but Gonzalo only saw a new test, another step in his path to be what was needed of him so he simply bowed his head and accepted.

It was the start of a new adventure, and if the world needed a hero, that was exactly what he would be.

Reason for joining the Wardens:

Joining the Wardens was an easy decision; an order that Gonzalo followed blindly with a gracious nod of his head. Blademaster Dorn needed him there, their best warrior to face the greatest challenges, and since Gonzalo was his right hand and friend, he trusted the man to choose what was best for the Guild. It started out as a test, a way to prove himself once again among others, not those who already respected him and loved him like family, but a new group of heroes from every part of their land.

He couldn’t deny he was quite weary of it, like he would be of every new organization without an established code of honor, but it still felt like the right decision to make. It was a new adventure after all and despite how much Gonzalo loves the Guild and his brothers, the Wardens certainly sounded like an interesting thing to see.

Soon enough the Wardens became like a second family to him, a group of talented people fighting together to protect the world, an idea Gonzalo certainly agreed with. The South was blind to what was really happening; to the dangers looming over their heads and he would never run from those who needed his protection. He was no hero, but if their leaders were willing to ignore this, it would have to be their job to make sure peace returned to Eldris.

R O L E P L A Y - S A M P L E

Journeys through the Spine Mountains were always long, cold and tedious. They had been sent to Sorvim to mediate a religious disagreement that had been threatening the south for some time now and before things got worse, Blademaster Dorn had ordered them to pay the northern town a visit. Gonzalo liked the north, its colors so different from the brightness and the warmth of the south, but the green of its thick, imposing trees always made up for the colder tones that surrounded them now.

The rainy Targum Forest had turned into cold stone quite a few hours ago and now they found themselves right in the middle of the mountain range, the cloudy sky and softly falling snow making it difficult to tell how early or late it was. Still, they knew they had been riding for a long time, and it would soon be time to set up camp before the road got too slippery for the horses and the night too dangerous for all of them. Bandits often used that same passage, after all.

Gonzalo rode forward, leaving the rest of his brothers behind to scout the surroundings for a good place to camp when he saw it, or more accurately, felt it. The ground shook with a powerful roar, one that could only belong to some great, powerful beast, but not one he had encountered before; the sound foreign to his ears. He looked up, his eyes scanning his surroundings as his hand reached for his sword when he found the great creature flying overhead.

A dragon.

Its great wings flapped gracefully through the falling snow, as if it was used to the powerful winds that surrounded it. Gonzalo lost his breath, his eyes unable to lose sight of the menacing creature. No one had seen a dragon in ages. They were believed to be dormant until a dragonborn woke them and called them to their aid, but Gonzalo couldn’t remember the last time that happened. It felt like fate, like destiny to be the one witnessing such a moment and he couldn’t help but smile, brilliant and bright.

He turned his horse around quickly to inform the others, to show his brothers what he had just seen and ask them to follow the dragon to its nest when he heard it: screaming, slurs thrown carelessly and the sound of metal hitting metal. He galloped at full speed to reach them, to protect the people he had sworn and oath to, but when he reached them, only one of his brothers was still on his feet, surrounded by bandits.

The fight that followed was vicious, and impossible to win. They were outnumbered, and with one last blow the last remaining warrior was dead, and Gonzalo was down on his knees, bloodied and bruised at the hands of the bandits. He watched them, analyzed as he thrashed and snarled to break free from their grasp, but couldn’t.

“You’re coming with us,” the man said, and Gonzalo looked back up at the sky, feeling as if the world had stopped just for him, one last kindness so he could see the dragon fly away. He sighed and prayed to the Divine that they would deliver him from harm just once more so he could come back and follow the dragon’s path.

After that, everything went to black.

MISCELLANEOUS

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