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penkura · 1 month

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knowing [7/8]

Summary: Sanji knew you were the one the moment he met you.

Pairing: Sanji x Reader

Warnings: None really. Normal One Piece stuff I guess.

Note: The end is near!! Wano my beloved, I love Sanji in Wano sm. Another shorter one, compared to six and eight, but we're in the home stretch!! Next chapter is the finale and I hope it will be worth it!

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@jzkeisuke | @arcanumlaw

[Ch. 1] ● [Ch. 2] ● [Ch. 3] ● [Ch. 4] ● [Ch. 5] ● [Ch. 6]

Your arrival in Wano started with all of you separated from Luffy, navigating your way through a forested area, hoping to find a town. Sanji kept a hold of your hand the whole time, refusing to let you wander off or get left behind somehow. Of course you weren't like Zoro with your sense of direction, Sanji just wanted to be sure you didn't get separated from the group (mostly from him).

Once you did find Luffy, Kin'emon got you all up to speed on what they had been doing. You were to help recruit more Samurai and ninja for the raid on Onigashima in about two weeks. You'd have to take on a role in the city to keep a low profile, while passing out the cards with the insignia that Kin'emon had put together. He provided disguises with his technique, Nami's being a lot more showy than she liked so she had to adjust it, but you were quick to try and reject whatever he tried to dress you in.

"No no, I think I'm fine with what I'm wearing. I'm a kunoichi already."

"While yes you are, it would be better if you could take on another role for the time being!"

"Then she'll stay with me!" Sanji nodded, putting his arms around your shoulders, Franky and Usopp both still confused since you hadn't had the chance to tell them yet, "We could pretend we're married and running a stall together!"

"Hey Sanji," Usopp was a bit concerned, but did take note of how you didn't push Sanji off or anything, "Maybe she wants to go help Nami or we could see if she can help Franky get the mansion plans. There's no need for you guys to pretend you're a couple!"

"We won't be pretending we're a couple! Just that we're married! We're already together so it doesn't matter!"

"...wait what?"

Realizing what he said, Sanji blushed a bit before hiding his face in your shoulder, making you pat him on his head. You found it funny how he seemed to become so shy about it, maybe because you two hadn't gotten to actually sit and tell Usopp and Franky.

"Poor, poor boyfriend. I don't mind pretending we're married and helping Sanji."

"B…boyfriend?!"

"Yes, Sanji and I are dating."

Franky and Usopp both shouted at you, asking when that happened and being surprised when you said it'd been about two years. Telling you it was 'super' you were together, Franky started crying while Usopp couldn't believe how you kept such a secret for so long, asking who else knew.

"Everyone. You guys were the last two we had to tell."

"Whaaaat??"

+!+

After everything had been settled and you allowed Kin'emon to give you a disguise that let you blend in like a regular Wano housewife, you helped Sanji and Usopp figure out what kind of food stall Sanji would run. The lone soba stand caught your attention, and you noticed Sanji was watching them carefully, which caused you to say his name and get him out of his thoughts. He'd been watching closely after a young girl and her mother had gone up and gotten bowls themselves.

"Hey, do me a favor. Go get in line and get a bowl of that soba."

"Uh, ok, babe, I can do that."

You stood in line for a while, Sanji and Usopp off to the side talking while you waited, until the stand owners stopped taking orders just before you got up to the front. When you went back over to them, you latched back onto Sanji's arm and apologized that you couldn't get a bowl but he gave you a smile.

"Nah, don't worry. I got the information I needed, thank you."

Confused, you still smiled back and nodded, the three of you returning to where you'd be staying during your time in Wano. You'd all had dinner, thanks to Sanji of course, before turning in for the night, and you absolutely refused to go with anyone but Sanji. Might as well really play the part of husband and wife, was your excuse when Nami said you should go with her, Shinobu, and Carrot. She rolled her eyes at you and just said not to go making any babies or anything, causing you to turn bright, bright red and threaten to revoke her honorary kunoichi status while she laughed at you.

"You could've gone with the girls, it would've been fine."

You shook your head, wrapping your arms around Sanji while he did the same to you, pulling you even closer to himself.

"I'd much rather stay with you~"

His turned bright red, no matter how many times you share a bed, it still made Sanji so nervous. He still didn’t believe that you were real, that you loved him and wanted him, he’d never had anyone return his feelings and affections before you. Maybe it was crazy, to think so much about marrying you already, when you were technically his first and only girlfriend, but it seemed like you had the same thoughts, especially after the whole fiasco with his family and the Big Mom pirates.

He didn’t want to ever put you through emotional distress like that again.

“Hey, uh—”

Sanji tried to say something, but instead, he heard you snoring already, very lightly. It made him breathe in relief, with a smile on his face. You really helped him out that day with getting his soba stand ready, you must’ve been so wiped out.

“Sleep well, mon amour.”

I’ll ask you another day.

+!+

With the raid on Onigashima just days away, you and Sanji had found less time to spend with each other during waking hours. You’ve all moved elsewhere to prepare for the raid, Kin’emon and the other Samurai helping you where they could as they prepared too. Shinobu and Raizo had taken a liking to you since you were a kunoichi yourself, both being surprised but impressed to hear you were from an offshoot of Wano, asking how the village was doing and making plans to go there once Wano’s borders were opened.

Two nights before the raid, Sanji finally worked out some time for the two of you to spend and relax, he made a dinner for just the two of you, that Luffy tried multiple times to sneak a bite from until Nami pulled him away and gave him the dinner Sanji made for all of them. The last time Nami had to drag him away made you laugh, while Sanji just rolled his eyes.

“Bottomless pit, that’s what he is.”

“We’ve known that for two years now.”

You giggled, leaning into Sanji’s arm with your head on his shoulder, causing him to kiss the top of your head before you sighed happily.

“I’m glad to have this time with you…everything’s going to be insane day after tomorrow.”

“Yeah…but it’ll be okay. We’ll free this place and then be on our way again.”

“I know, it’s just…getting there is going to be a lot.”

Sanji knew you were probably worried about him, honestly about everyone, but he was the only one you were expressing those worries to. He wanted you to be relaxed and to know that everything would be perfectly fine. Robin had talked to him about how you were seeming more worried as time went on, as the raid got closer, and he got an idea of how to maybe calm you down, but it might also make you even more worried, he wasn’t sure of what to do.

Do I ask her now…? Is this a weird time to propose?

Before he even had a chance to say anything, the two of you were being called by Usopp for something about the raid, making you sigh with a slightly sad smile on your face before looking at Sanji.

“Duty calls. But,” you stopped and kissed him before getting up to go see what was going on, both of you smiling after, “This was lovely, Sanji, you’re the best boyfriend ever.”

“Stop, I’m just taking care of my beautiful girlfriend…we’ll do this again, okay?”

“Of course. I love you, Sanji~”

“I love you too, my dear.”

Later. I’ll ask her later, once everything is settled here.

+!+

"No I…I didn't do anything!"

"You're the only one who could have!"

The geishas threw things at Sanji to get him out of the room, it barely phased him as he did so, wondering what on earth just happened. He had no idea! He'd been running off from Queen and the other Animal Pirates to get his thoughts in order over the oddities he'd noticed about himself recently, so lost in thought he didn't have any clue what caused this one geisha to go flying.

Though, his greatest fear now was that he had caused her to become hurt. Maybe it really was the only thing that made sense. Was he losing himself to that Germa science raid suit?

"Let me see that Germa science, Judge's son!"

Queen kept up his attempts to rile Sanji in order to see the raid suit technology, which Sanji kept denying. This time he was still so lost in thought, wondering what you, over anyone else, would have thought seeing what just happened.

Or worse…what if I hurt [Y/N] next time?

If he hurt you because of those genetic abilities, Sanji would never forgive himself. He'd never forgive his father or Germa for anything anyway, but should their science cause him to harm the most important person in his life, all that blame would fall on his own shoulders. He'd only meant to test the raid suit, not become dependent upon it or let it awaken the monstrous abilities his brothers had from the start. He never thought that would be possible after Reiju explained why he was so different from the rest of them.

Tell me, Luffy….which would you prefer? The regular flesh-and-blood me who turns into a helpless wreck when facing a woman, or a cruel emotionless warrior of science who can kill without discrimination if you give the order? Which of these would be more useful to you, as king of the pirates?

Despite his thoughts wondering if Luffy would somehow be better served by Germa's science, Sanji's thoughts also drifted to you as he retrieved the raid suit from his pocket. Which version would you prefer? Someone willing to kill anyone without qualms if so directed, or would you still prefer the emotional mess of a man that doted on you and had your respect for sticking to his principles of not fighting a woman?

"I've made up my mind."

"Ooh," Queen's excitement over seeing the raid suit was quite obvious, "is that your raid suit?!"

"I have to assume that this thing caused the science already in my body to awaken and activate somehow," Sanji dropped the raid suit to the ground, lifting his foot while Queen watched him stomp on the canister, "Well, I can't do anything about that! But I can say no more! I won't become a Germa soldier!"

"Aww what a waste!! I wanted to see you transform!"

Pulling out a baby transponder snail, calling Zoro and letting him argue with him briefly about his reasoning for slipping it into his band, Sanji hated making such a request of Zoro of all people.

"We're gonna win this but…after the finisher if I'm not…in my right mind, I need you to kill me."

"All right, fine! I'll kill you after this is over, whatever that means!"

"And I…need you to tell [Y/N]--"

"I'm not saying anything sappy!"

There was no time to argue or fight, so Sanji just nodded. He figured it'd be a long shot anyway.

"At least I'll have something to look forward to after this. So don't die until then!"

"Thanks."

"Hey," they were short on time, but Zoro decided he'd say one more thing, "I'll tell her."

"Appreciate it."

+!+

"Oh my gosh, Sanji, what happened?!"

You had finished helping Usopp and Nami get Otama somewhere safe, and returned back into the castle to search for anyone else that needed help or to find the rest of your comrades. After finding most everyone, though you had no idea where Zoro was really and knew Luffy was on the roof, you ended up finding a room with some geishas who were tending to Sanji's injuries. You were instantly on your knees beside him asking the geisha girl next to him what happened.

"He…he fought and defeated Master Queen!! He protected me after we accused him of attacking me!"

You might have to ask him about that last bit later, but you were so relieved to hear Sanji was all right, he was just injured but was being treated by the geishas.

Of course you protected her, you sweet man..

Leaning over, you gently kissed his forehead which surprised the geisha girl, Osome, you'd later learn.

"You're so amazing. I love you, Sanji."

"O-Oh, are you two…?"

You smiled at Osome with a nod. "Yes! He's the love of my life! Thank you for taking care of him!"

"I-It's the least I could do after he saved Chuji!"

The little mouse squeaked and made you smile softly. Osome explained everything to you, while you stayed by Sanji for the moment, brushing his hair back out of his face and holding his hand. After you heard the whole story, knowing Sanji wasn't at fault for Osome being hurt and that he'd beaten Queen, you stood up when you heard some shouting about the fire.

"Can you stay with him for me? I'm going to go help some others!"

"Y-Yes!"

"Thank you!"

You ran out of the room, promising yourself and Sanji that you two would get some time alone again soon, and you'd tell him how proud you were of him.

Soon, I swear.

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siriusleee · 11 months

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Like Blood on Iron | Part 5

Historical Executioner AU

Summary: The executioner has always been an enigma to you - drawing you in. His sword drawing a line in the dirt as he made his way to the village center, and leaving back to his cottage on the outskirts of town. However, your curiosity can't stop the future your family has planned for you.

Warnings: smut, female x male sex, fingering, wedding dress shopping

Word Count: 2k

A/N: Much shorter chapter here for you guys - I just couldn't get anything else out for this one. The characters were not charactering. That's not true, they want to get ahead to the better parts. Anyway, as of last time - I'm not adding anyone else to the tag list. If you'd like to be made away of updates, turn on the notifications here on tumblr or follow me on ko-fi. If you'd like to donate, that will always be appreciated as writing is technically my nice unpaid second job.

find the other chapters here at my masterlist.

You wake before Simon; you can see the sunlight threatening the purple morning outside. Dark shadows argue with the light that tries to slip in around the heavy curtains and shutters. Simon is so warm pressed up against your back, one arm slung over your shoulder and the other underneath your head. It's so warm under the blanket that it's almost stifling - you stretch to try to get some measure of cold air, but Simon's hand moves to keep you in place, rough fingers causing gooseflesh to erupt across your skin.

"Stop moving," Simon breathes against your neck, voice thick with the early morning. His breath is warm and wet against the shell of your ear, causing your hair to flutter and tickle your temple.

You shift again, trying to get yourself back to a position you relax in; Simon's hand grabs your hips instead and holds them still, fingers nearly bruising in the tender skin. It feels like his hand is burning you, and a flame starts to slowly lick up your skin.

"I need you to be still, my love."

His voice reverberates through his chest and into yours; you can feel the soreness from the night before between your legs, a type of sore you've never felt before. But that doesn't stop your stomach from fluttering at the feeling of Simon's rough hands tracing soft and slow patterns at your hip, at the warning in his voice; his fingers dip dangerously low on your stomach.

He hits a ticklish spot and you jerk back, rubbing yourself against him. He's hard against your backside; he grinds into you with a gasp like he can't control himself, and you hope he can't. The hand on your hip slides down the back of your thigh, pushing until your legs separate and you're facedown on the bed. Simon shifts so that he's just hovering above you, chest still pressed against your back. One finger teases your entrance, you push your hips back - face burning at the feeling of your body responding to his touch without your thought.

You didn't know it would be like this - the intense want that consumes you, and makes your body move against your own will.

It stings when he presses one finger into you; Simon moves slowly inside of you - stretching you back out. Hissing against the pain you've never experienced before you squirm, but Simon traced one soothing hand down your back.

"Do you want me to stop?"

He presses a kiss to your spine, tongue tracing the contours of your skin.

"No - it's just -"

He hits a spot inside of you that cuts off your breathing; you arch backwards into him, mewling pathetically into the mattress. Simon chuckles, repositioning himself so that he's straddling you. It still stings, but slowly it gives way to something else.

He works you until you're dripping down his wrist before pulling your hips up a few inches. His length presses into you - hot and heavy. You grind down against him, the wetness of you smooth against his velvet skin; his hands still you.

"Keep your head down, love."

He still doesn't want you to see his scarred face; to see the mark that he thinks regulates him to a life of being alone. You want to press the issue - you want to see his face so desperately, but when he slides his tip up and down your wet slit the thought is pushed from your mind.

"What do you want, love?"

You try to press back, to show him what you want, but he pulls back enough that you can't reach him.

"Say it love."

You can't - the heat creeping through your body keeps your mouth shut; Simon's hands ghost up your thighs, your backside, the curve of your hip. But he doesn't move forward to meet you.

"Please Simon."

"Please what? Don't be shy; I'm not going to judge you."

His voice is quietly smug - a tone you've never heard from him before, but it soothes you nonetheless. Through the embarrassment that swaths around you, you bite the words out.

"Please make love to me Simon."

And he does.

It's different from the night before - slow, but not like he's scared to hurt you. Not like the night before when he thought you would shatter beneath his very touch.

This time it's like he's trying to memorize the way you feel, the way you grip around him. He takes his time bottoming out inside of you; when he does he folds himself over you, pressing kisses to the base of your neck - your shoulder - everywhere he can reach. He's shaking against your back, struggling to keep himself together. The thought makes you grip the pillow white knuckled.

He's so deep inside of you all you can feel is him; when he starts to move you find yourself babbling nonsense. He's everywhere inside of you, and you try to tell him how it feels, but you're not sure that you're making sense. You reach behind you, trying to find some grip to pull Simon closer to you. He wraps one hand around your wrist and uses it to leverage himself deeper, to push you so that you arch more.

He wants to go faster - you can feel it in the way he grabs your wrist, in the way the muscles in his arm bunch as they come down beside your face to brace himself. But he's scared of hurting you. You want to urge him to go faster, to go harder, but you know he won't, so worried that whatever he'll do will hurt you.

When you finish, clenched around him, his hips stutter, snapping against yours hard enough to sting until he pulls out quickly. Like the night before, you feel his heat on your skin. Neither of you move as you try to catch your breath until Simon pushes himself up.

"Stay there for a moment."

It's a command and a plea. Don't look at me. His weight shifts on the bed and he pads across the floor, wood creaking beneath his weight. A moment later something soft is wiping at the mess on your back. You shiver at the feeling, the air suddenly freezing.

"You can get up now." Simon's voice is quiet, almost shy. You push yourself up off the bed; he's pulled his clothes on, his mask pulled back down over his face. Your fingers remember the warmth of his skin, the way the scar on his face felt. You wonder what he would do if you tried to reach out and pull his mask off now.

He kneels down beside the bed, nearly eye level with you. One finger reaches out to intertwine itself in your hair. His eyes are soft, but pulled tight at the edges, worry starting to seep through.

"It's early. You should go home."

"I suppose I should. Although I don't think anyone will be looking for me this morning." His hands fall from your hair to your thigh, and you can't recognize the look in his eyes.

But you were wrong. Mother is sitting up in the dining room, so pale you'd mistake her as a specter in the nighttime. Your heart falls to your feet as you let the door shut behind you, hands trembling at the thought that she can smell Simon on you.

It feels like a flag waving above you: the night before. You're almost sure that if you were to study yourself long enough in the mirror you could see some sort of change, some string that tethered you to Simon all the way across the village. You had read once about red strings that connected two soul mates together. They could become twisted and tangled, but never torn in two.

You were sure there was one between you and Simon, and if Mother looked at you hard enough she'd be able to see it.

But she doesn't say anything about your disheveled hair or the messy way your dressed is laced in the front. Without looking at you, she swirls something inside her cup, and you have the sneaking suspicion that it's not coffee. When she drinks, it's long and deep, the cup slamming onto the table as if it weighs a thousand pounds. Her fingers trace the top, collecting a missed drop of whatever is inside before flicking it away.

"Go get cleaned up," she says finally without looking at you, "we have to go get your dress finished today."

Her voice is flat and devoid of anything that usually makes her sound like Mother. She had never been the softest woman in the world, but you'd always known her to have a special type of kindness, or what she thought was kindness. It scares you so much that you do what she says without thinking, feet stumbling up the staircase. You can still feel the warm stretch of Simon in between your legs, the way his hands had pressed your knees apart. It makes it difficult to walk up to the second flight.

By the time you've come back downstairs, hair damp and a fresh dress loose around you, Mother's glass is empty. But she still swirls it, as if waiting on someone else to fill it up. You wait quietly in the doorway of the kitchen, the minutes stretching on painfully. You're not sure how long it takes before she finally pushes herself heavily from the chair. It scrapes painfully against the floor.

Mother doesn't look at you as she sweeps past you, dress swirling angrily around her. Your cloak smells like fire smoke and Simon, a whiskey headyness that you know Mother catches a whiff of. She freezes when the cloak swirls around your body, the smell enveloping the both of you. But whatever thoughts come to her, she ignores. Above the two of you, you hear Lily's quiet footsteps patterning across the floor. The sound cuts through the empty house, and you wonder why she's not already downstairs beating about in the kitchen. She's never slept in a day in her life, and has never not been elbow deep in dough in the early mornings.

You and Mother don't speak on the way to the seamstress's shop, Mother walking ahead of you in her customary brisk pace. Around the two of you, the town starts to wake up. Window shutters slam open; in the distance the market starts to come to life.

It's morbid, the fact that all these people are moving on with their day in the same spots that destroyed your own just yesterday. But you try to ignore their sounds and focus on the soft swish of Mother's dress in front of you.

It's ice cold inside the seamstress shop. The fireplace stares emptily at you as you strip down, a silk underdress taking the place of the linen one you'd put on this morning. It takes all your balance to keep steady as what feels like pounds of petticoats are slipped over your head and cinched at your waist.

In the mirror, you watch as you begin to morph into a real bride. The seamstress pushes your hair up out of her way, pinning it in some amorphous rendition of bridal hair. The only sounds that escape you are the soft gasps as the laces on each layer are tightened incrementally.

But Mother doesn't speak: doesn't ask about alterations, doesn't mention the way the shoulders puff out. She doesn't loosen her iron stare at you from the lounge on the far wall.

And you're not sure you can say anything either. Watching the seamstress lace you up in between heavy layers of white ivory and lace you can't help but think about the night before, about a different wedding that could have happened in a different time. With each layer, you can only think more and more about what it would be like to meet Simon at the alter. What it would be like for him to be the one to strip each layer off of you.

Or would he instead push each layer up until he could reach you and fuck you in the entire dress.

By the time the dress is being slipped off of you, you're hyperventilating, a cold sweat pouring from your skin and sticking you to the underdress. The seamstress has to help you sit down, her gnarled fingers ice cold against your hot skin.

"It's an exciting day for many women," she says, trying to calm you down, "just breathe."

And you try to just breathe, but it feels like the plates of the Earth have shifted underneath you and knocked out any sense of stability you may have had. There may have been a point where you could have overcome the anger of being forced to marry, but after last night - after this morning - you knew there was no way you could ever stand the feeling of Jonathan, of anyone touching you.

You'd rather never be touched again.

Mother pays for the dress without a smile before wrapping her fingers so tight around your arm that you think you're going to lose feeling in your fingers from the pressure. She drags you through the door, not caring about the way you slam into the door frame, no doubt a bruise being left in its wake.

Outside people are milling about, and each one of them is polite enough to ignore the two of you, no doubt remembering the way Uncle Henry's head had rolled across the ground. You want someone to look up, to see the way Mother is practically dragging you through the dirt, but they ignore the two of you refusing to come within feet of the two of you.

She doesn't loosen her grip until the two of you are at the front gate; she drops your arm like you're something slimy and venomous; she wipes her hand on her bodice. You try to push past her, but she blocks your progress past her, hands reaching down to slam the gate shut. When she speaks, she refuses to look at you. She keeps her eyes focused on the front door.

"I hope whoever is lucky enough to receive your attention in such a black time is worth it."

"Mother it-"

"Shut up."

Her words draw you up short. She had never spoken so shortly; you had never heard her tell you or either of your sisters to shut up. In your entire life, you'd only heard her say it once - to a servant girl that had said something rude about Lily helping in the kitchen years ago. It had shocked you then, the way it shocked you now.

Her hands grip the wooden gate so hard you're almost surprised it doesn't shatter beneath her strength. It takes a great effort for her to breathe out, to speak again. The words are chopped short, clipped and angry.

"Jonathan will be home in a month. Like I told you before, I will not stop you from doing whatever it is you do at night. But I hope you know what you are doing - what is in store for you if you slip up."

She doesn't give you a chance to defend yourself before she leaves you at the gate, the front door slamming heavily behind her.

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siilvan · 1 year

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aqua regia

part two | part three

characters: nikolai

summary: you’re sent behind enemy lines to disrupt a chemical weapons smuggling ring. the plan goes awry, and you’re cut off from the team - all except one.

genre: general, fem!reader (bravo 0-5)

warnings: semi-proofread, sorta suggestive moments, cursing, canon-typical violence, nik’s a flirt, reader’s a bit of a mess, reader is shorter than nik (he is 6’4”), i tried my best to research russian nicknames please spare me

word count: 3.7k

note: i will kiss you on the mouth if you get the title reference– also, i want to be nik and price’s controversially young gf. enjoy <3

the stones and gravel crunching under your boots kept you grounded as you traversed the thicket surrounding the compound. it was tucked away, inland enough to be hidden from passing ships, but close enough to the shore to access an easy escape during an attack.

you ducked down low as a spotlight crossed over the tree line, using the greenery to your advantage. with bated breath, you watched closely as the light crossed your path before continuing down the line.

"bravo 0-5, do you copy?"

price’s voice came through the radio, slightly distorted due to the distance and the constant rain that had been pouring ever since you started your miserable trek.

the mission was simple, really. infiltrate the factory inside the compound, locate the chemical weapons, set them off, and extract. the group guarding them was local paramilitary - inexperienced mercenaries that’d run off with the product if they knew its worth.

you raised your free hand to the radio on your shoulder, clutching your gun close with the other. "copy, captain. i’m just outside the facility." scanning the outer wall, you didn’t spot any targets.

must’ve gone inside after the rain started.

"good," price started again. "i’ve got good news and bad news, which do you want first?"

the slight chuckle that followed his question meant that the "bad news" wasn’t so terrible.

"you know what i prefer, bad news first. give me something nice to cling to at the end."

he chuckled again, and you heard voices in the background. the rest of the team, probably. while you were sent to the compound alone, they were busy securing intel and evacuating a nearby town that could be affected by the fallout.

"alright, i’ll give ‘ya the bad news; the weather’s only going to get worse. you’ll probably be seeing some lightning pretty soon," as if on cue, you saw a flash in the distance. "it’s not looking like the storm’ll let up any time soon. tomorrow morning, at the earliest."

you let out a sigh. fantastic.

"what’s the good news, then?"

"you’ve got a friend on the inside." price’s voice cut through the static again. "nikolai managed to infiltrate earlier. said he’d set up in the factory, all you have to do is make your way to him."

it was your turn to huff out a laugh. "our hero, as always." you holstered your gun and went prone, inwardly cringing at the mud you’d be getting on your gear. you could strip off your outer layers once you made it inside. "i’ll update you when i reach him, shouldn’t take too long."

"solid copy, 0-5. good luck."

getting inside the outer wall was easy enough, thanks to the patrols heading inside. you scaled a shorter wall - which was easier said than done with soaking wet gear weighing you down - and encountered a pair of guards nearby.

sticking to the shadows, you waited for one to break off. their conversation continued on for a few more moments before they finally separated.

one headed your way while wiping some of the water from his face. you ducked behind a set of crates and waited for him to pass by, your fingers wrapping around the handle of your knife. just as his back was to you, you silently lunged.

a quick stab to the throat as you yanked him down was enough to neutralize the first guard. you dragged his body to your former hiding spot and pursued his companion. he was busy fiddling with a lighter and a cigarette as you approached.

another silent kill, another body hidden.

you continued to make your way towards the factory in the middle of the compound. the storm may be an inconvenience, but it helped provide some cover as you dispatched the small patrols.

as you finally took down the last of the guards in your path, an ear-piercing shriek of static and feedback caught you off guard. you dropped to your knees and let out a string of curses, quickly reaching for the radio and turning it off. the air went silent again, and you breathed out a sigh of relief as the ringing in your ears began to subside.

the relief was short-lived; the few remaining patrols likely heard that, even over the rumbling thunder steadily approaching.

you got to your feet and made for the factory, approaching the side door and drawing your gun. the heartbeat scanner attached to the side flipped open and showed zero targets, so you headed inside, keeping your gun up just in case.

there were three guards waiting for you on the other side. you managed to dispatch them, but only after catching a bullet in one of your armor plates.

"is this fucking thing broken?" you mumbled to yourself, attempting to fix the scanner after the room was secured. with a frustrated groan, you snapped it closed and decided to leave it for later.

nikolai’s still waiting on me, you reminded yourself.

hesitantly, you reached for your radio and clicked it on again - the soft buzz of static filled the air. at least one thing fixed itself.

"i’m in the factory. can you read me?"

silence.

"captain, i’m inside. do you copy?"

still no response.

you clicked through the channels, trying to find any that the team could be on. "this is bravo 0-5, in the blind. can anyone hear me?"

after a beat of literal radio silence, you turned it back off with a huff. guess it wasn’t fixed, after all.

you traversed the factory halls, making your way to the target: the storage area located in the center of the building. your heartbeat scanner and radio may be broken, but at least the silencer on your gun still worked as expected.

after descending a few flights of stairs, you reached a set of industrial doors - strangely unguarded, you noted. a quick search for corpses brought no results, so you kept your gun close, still, as you slid one open just wide enough to slip through.

the harsh fluorescent lights granted you with total visibility of the storage bay, which sat suspiciously empty, as well.

adding to the list of oddities was the sheer silence that seemed to fill the room. the only sounds you could make out were your own quiet breaths, your boots padding against the concrete floor, and the occasional shifting of your gear as you walked.

glinting metal caught your eye, and you swiftly aimed your gun at a set of shelves filled top-to-bottom with boxes to your left. slowly, you approached the source of the light - armed guards, surely.

a beat passed without any movement from the offending party.

"there’s no point in hiding, i know you’re there." you called out towards them, anxiously adjusting your grip as you awaited a response.

"promise you won’t fire, then?" a deep, accented voice replied. russian, you recognized it immediately.

a relieved chuckle left your lips as you lowered your gun. "should’ve known it was you, nikolai," you said as the man left his hiding spot, greeting you with a self-satisfied smile. "you really cleaned up house, eh? guess we should be calling you 'soap' instead."

"i appreciate the compliment, lieutenant," he started, eyes carefully scanning your form as he took in your state. "but, i think the sergeant would get jealous if i took his name."

your eyes met after a pause, and you blinked at the intensity of his gaze. you’ve had the pleasure of working in the field with nikolai before, but one thing that never failed to bemuse you was the look he’d always get the moment he got to work.

dark and heavy, like he was seeing straight through you and all of your defenses.

"did, uh– did you lose comms, too?" you cleared your throat and shifted uncomfortably under his scrutiny, suddenly feeling pity for his past enemies. he nodded his head and blinked, but his gaze remained on you. "a little while ago, yes. i was hoping the issue was just interference, but it appears i was wrong."

he laughed lowly, following close behind as you turned towards the chemical supply. "i’m sure the signal is just being disrupted by the rain," he stated, holstering his gun to kneel down and check the charges attached to the barrels in the middle of the room. "it should clear up once the weather does." he added after a pause.

"i hate to be the bearer of bad news, but before i lost comms, price said the weather wouldn’t be clearing up until tomorrow morning."

nikolai stopped his work to shoot a glance in your direction. you could see the gears turning in his head as he formed a new plan on the spot - a skill of his you greatly appreciated.

"there’s a small building deeper in the forest," he said as he resumed. "a cabin. it used to be owned by a local hunter, but has since been abandoned. it’s a safe distance from the affected area." he stood up and grabbed a remote from his belt.

"a convenient safe house, then. how’d you find out about it?" you questioned as he handed it to you.

"i know everything, принцесса." he set the device in your outstretched hand and tapped the corner of it gently. "detonator. be careful with it."

you nodded in response, being extra careful as you attached it to your belt.

"i’ve got a small question, nik."

"what is it?"

you smiled at him and crossed your arms over your chest. "'принцесса,' you’ve called me that before. why do you do it?"

"princess" is what it meant.

admittedly, you did understand a little russian thanks to nikolai himself. mostly phrases that you might need in the field or working undercover, with some more "fun" phrases - curse words - in your vocabulary, as well. you had managed to translate the word on your own, but were still confused over it.

"well, i think the nickname is quite fitting, no?" he tilted his head to the side, crossing his own arms to mirror you.

"i don’t hate it," you conceded. "i just thought that russians were a little, uh… particular, about nicknames and such."

"particular?"

you stuttered a bit while finding an alternative phrase. "i mean… i thought that nicknames like that were reserved for people special to you."

"you are special to me, принцесса."

heat rushed to your face at his words. you were used to nikolai’s playful flirting, you even flirted back on occasion, but you never thought to prepare for him saying something like that.

there was nothing you could do other than stare at him, dumbfounded. his smile only grew the longer you stared, until he took mercy on you and nodded towards the barrels, reminding you of your objective. "you brought a gas mask?"

your hands practically flew to your belt, searching for the mask. unhooking it and quickly checking for any damage, you responded with an affirmative hum. "uh, yeah– yeah, i’ve got it."

"good," he started for the exterior doors. "let’s get moving. the guards have probably started searching for their missing already."

you made your way out of the compound together, dodging the patrols searching the areas you had passed through earlier. nikolai’s intuition was spot on, as always. the two of you scaled the outer wall again and ducked into the tree line, sliding your gas masks on.

"on your go, lieutenant." he spoke from next to you, his voice slightly muffled through the mask. the detonator was held tight between your fingers as you watched the panic slowly spread through the facility below. you took a breath and flicked the switch.

an explosion erupted from the factory, throwing any of the nearby guards off their feet and no doubt killing several more. even from your position, you could feel some of the shockwave.

mission success.

"beautiful work," nikolai praised you with a satisfied laugh. "that will send a message." he continued, patting your shoulder proudly.

you turned away from the chaos, facing him and adjusting your mask. "we shouldn’t stick around, i feel like i’m being fucking waterboarded in this." you messed with your mask, attempting to breathe around the rain-soaked fabric.

"understandable. follow me," he nodded towards the forest. "the safe house isn’t far, we can stay there until the storm lets up."

you followed nikolai through the dense trees, silently noting to yourself that the weather had gotten worse; the thick layer of clouds was constantly illuminated by lightning, and you jumped more than once at the loud cracks of thunder that followed the brighter flashes of light.

during your second miserable trek of the night, you heard a familiar sound from the radio - someone was trying to reach you. shortly after you clicked it on, a voice cut through the static.

"finally managed to reach you," price’s voice came through. "do you copy, 0-5?"

"solid copy, captain." you replied, tilting your head towards the radio so he could hear you. "we lost comms for a good while because of the storm, but the mission went without a hitch otherwise. things okay on your end?" you let out a soft grunt as you clambered over a fallen tree.

"everything’s fine here. i’m assuming 'we' means you and nik made it out together?"

"correct," nikolai answered, offering his hand to you after encountering a second fallen tree. "we can’t extract in this weather, price. there’s a cabin nearby that we’ll be staying in until it clears up."

you accepted his offer and grabbed his hand, using it to pull yourself up and over the tree. you let go as soon as your boots were on solid ground again, much to the man’s chagrin. it was near-impossible to see his disappointment under the mask, though.

price released a crackly sigh. "i understand. we’ll send someone out your way as soon as we can. let me know if you need anything."

"copy all, captain. we’ll keep in touch."

after what felt like ages of walking, you reached the cabin. you immediately pulled off your mask once you were through the door and internally thanked whatever gods you could think of for being able to breathe clearly again.

"you should get out of those clothes," nikolai said after removing his own mask and dropping it on a small dining table near the kitchen. "i’ll see if i can start a fire and warm the place up."

as he walked towards the fireplace, you made quick work of your outer layers, stripping down to just your slightly damp undershirt, pants, and boots. "are you sure it’s safe to start a fire?" you asked, taking a seat on the small, worn sofa and starting to remove your boots.

"we’ll be fine, the enemy is too busy falling head over heels to worry about us." he reassured you as the fire sparked to life, illuminating the room in a warm light. nikolai stepped back from the fireplace and walked over to where you were sitting, kneeling in front of you with a soft, "allow me, принцесса" falling from his lips as he gently batted your hands away and took off your boots himself.

you watched as he grabbed the back of your ankle and guided your heel to rest atop his knee, carefully unlacing your boot and pulling it off. he repeated the process with the other, setting your boots to the side and slowly dragging his gaze upwards. it landed on your face, and you felt heat rise to your cheeks again under his stare.

his hand, which had settled itself on the back of your calf, circled around and came to rest on your knee. "feeling better?" he murmured, sonorous tone doing little to soothe the burning sensation you felt.

"i, uh…" you whispered, voice suddenly abandoning you. a beat passed, and you moved to get up. nikolai removed his hand and leaned back, allowing you to escape. "i’m feeling fine, thank you. just need to get these dry before morning." you practically scurried over to the pile of soaking wet clothes you had left, attempting to lay them out to dry.

he hummed in response. even with your back to him, you could feel his eyes burning holes through you. whether the shiver that ran down your spine was caused by him or the cold clinging to your moist skin was a mystery to you.

"if you’re cold, you should stay by the fire," nikolai suggested with an amused huff. you turned back around in time to see him stand up and start undoing the straps and buckles holding his gear in place, setting each piece on the low table in front of the couch. his jacket came off once the gear was removed, leaving him in a slightly damp black shirt that clung to his upper body.

you weren’t typically one for staring, especially at any of your teammates, but… god damn. it was easy to forget just how big he is - tall, muscular, even his aura was something that could make you feel small.

"enjoying the view, lieutenant?"

nikolai’s cheerful question snapped you out of your trance, flicking your eyes upwards to see the pleased smirk plastered on his face.

"enjoying the heat, actually," you responded as you purposefully walked over to the fireplace, sitting cross-legged in front of it to warm up your still-shivering body. he joined you a moment later, quietly settling in next to you and resting his elbow on his raised knee.

the two of you sat in silence for a few minutes, just listening to the steady crackle of the fire as the storm raged on outside. the constant rumbling of thunder was a decent source of white noise, until a loud clap of thunder made you jolt and the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

if nikolai noticed the noise startle you, he didn’t comment on it. you, however, took notice of how cold you still felt afterwards, even with the fire doing its best to keep you warm.

he looks perfectly content, you thought, glancing at your companion from the corner of your eye. the longer you thought about how cold you felt, the more you realized just how much heat he was giving off. even more than the fire, somehow.

suddenly, you understood what price meant when he joked about nikolai being a "human furnace." you tried to inch a little closer, to bend into the heat he was giving off, hoping he wouldn’t notice if you moved slowly enough.

"still cold, милая?" he leaned closer and whispered, the sincerity in his voice sending more heat through your body than the fire did.

"i am," you confessed while wrapping your arms around yourself. "but, you’re warm." you added, looking up at him with pleading eyes. hopefully he’d take mercy on you again.

he chuckled softly. "come here, принцесса. i have plenty of heat to spare." his outstretched arm invited you in, and you gladly huddled closer, a contented sigh filling the air between you when he pulled you into his side and tucked your head against his shoulder.

"better?" nikolai murmured, leaning in once again. you nodded affirmatively. "much better. i should start finding you when the heater breaks at the base." you replied with a small laugh, feeling his lips curl into a smile against the top of your head.

"i will never deny you."

"even if you’re working or talking to price?"

"especially if i’m doing either of those things."

"you’re too kind to me, nik."

"like i said earlier - you’re special to me, милая."

"i’m starting to believe that." you pulled away just enough to look up at him again. his eyes followed you as you did, leaving you staring at each other once more.

this was far from the first time you two had worked together; it wasn’t even the first time you had camped out, just the two of you. you’ve even made flirty remarks, teased each other, acknowledged that the other was attractive in the past. it was nothing more than banter between friends, something to lighten the mood in an otherwise shitty profession.

as you lost yourself in your own thoughts, you were pulled back to earth by a familiar warmth against your cheek. you blinked, realizing that it was nikolai’s hand gently brushing against your skin. he cupped your face carefully, as if he was worried you’d break under his touch, and ran his thumb along the apple of your cheek.

a moment passed by as he gave you the chance to back away. instead, you leaned into the touch, lifting your hand up to rest on top of his. he started to lean in slowly, and you did the same. your eyes fell closed just as your lips brushed. so close, you thought.

a loud crash forced your head back as you jolted. frantically, your eyes searched the room, looking for the source of the sound - then, you realized exactly what it was.

fucking thunder. again.

your head fell forward against his chest as you let out an exasperated sigh. nikolai’s amused laughter interrupted your short-lived moping, his body shaking with each chortle.

"i didn’t know you were so scared of thunder, милая!"

"i’m not!" you argued, balling your hand into a fist against his chest. "i am reasonably on-edge since we are still working!"

"if this is my job, i think i would like to work overtime."

"flirting won’t make me forgive you."

nikolai cheerfully pretended to wipe tears from his eyes after his laughter settled. "okay, okay. i’m sorry for laughing, принцесса."

"you better be." you grumbled, still tucking yourself into his side despite your lighthearted annoyance. he tightened his grip on you and angled his head down to press a kiss against the top of your head.

after the thunder "incident," you started to feel the effects of the mission. a wave of exhaustion settled in your bones, forcing your eyes closed as you relaxed in nikolai’s hold. he said something to you, but you didn’t quite catch what it was. you could ask him in the morning.

everything could be discussed in the morning.

translations:

принцесса (printséssa) – princess

милая (milaya) – dear/darling

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King of the Freaks | Part 11

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Steve was exhausted from swimming… from everything. From the look of panic on Eddie’s face every time he flirted with Steve. It felt like a slap in the face every time Eddie backpedaled. He tried to tell himself that it was because it was not safe to be out and proud. But it never seemed to sink in. So, as he gets to his house and sees the light on, something they always did whenever he was getting there after them. He just sat in his car.

It was going to be the first time in a long time that he’s had a group of friends over. Spending the night… “Fuck,” he whispered to himself. Thinking of the nail bat under his bed. The machete he bought and secured under the couch in the basement. The fire pokers that he brought out of storage even though they never used the fireplace. The gun he got and hid in the kitchen. The hunting knives that are hidden all over the house. Or the ax and metal bat in the trunk of his car. He thinks about waking up screaming and knows it’s a mistake.

But he’s got a game plan. He cleaned and made sure everything was ready for them. He didn’t get a bunch of sleep but it would be worth it.

Then the door to his house swings open and it’s Jeff waving at him. He gives a little wave back and grabs his bag before getting out of the car. “Hey, thought I heard your car,” Jeff grinned and Steve smiled back. This was definitely a mistake but it didn’t mean he didn’t want them here.

“You mean you could hear anything over the noise they make?” He joked and as he got in, the house was loud. It wasn’t the overwhelming quiet that choked Steve but filled with laughter and yelling.

Jeff threw his arm around Steve and Steve tried not to show how much he loved it. “We were taking 15,” he explains and Steve looks to see them around his kitchen.

The door to the pool was right behind them and he was reminded of how much he wanted to board it up, never to be opened again. “Steve!” The other three cheer breaking him out of his thoughts. And it’s weird like they are actually happy to see him. It’s overwhelming and he glances away. He looks at Jeff but it only makes him realize Steve’s shorter than him. By a few inches even.

“Have you ever thought about playing basketball?” Comes out of his mouth before he can even think about it. Jeff’s brows furrow but Steve doesn’t give him a chance to be offended or anything, “Just because you're tall. I mean, taller than me. I don’t think I’ve ever noticed. But you are- uh tall.” Steve chokes out, feeling like an idiot.

Jeff laughs, “I’m more of a watcher than a player.”

“Kinky,” Gareth and Eddie chorus from their spots on Steve’s island.

Steve can’t help but laugh as Jeff says, “fuck off.”

Steve looks these people over and they seem so much more comfortable than they had all those times before. “Alright, alright, well I’m going to go shower. Which isn’t something you can watch,” he winks at Jeff and gets shoved away with a laugh in response. It makes his heart happy like he could be friends with these people. So, he heads up to the shower.

By the time he’s done with his shower, he’s ready to relax. The hot water made his muscles untense and he remembers his game plan. All he has to do is stay on a separate floor from the others and then everything should be fine. That way he hopefully won't wake anyone up by screaming. He’s more sure of himself as he heads into the kitchen. The boys are back downstairs and Steve opens up his fridge to see the different foods he got in preparation.

He sighs and shuts the door, leaning on the counter of the kitchen. Steve doesn’t understand why food has gotten so hard. Why, even when he’s hungry, he can't picture actually being able to eat anything. He hates how everything seems unappealing. Sure, Jeff’s suggestion for leaving meat out of his diet has helped, but it hasn’t fixed everything. He still doesn’t want to eat even when he knows he should. Especially when the swimming couch is telling him that he’s losing steam. Steve doesn’t want to admit that he’s had more dizzy spells because of the lack of food.

He pushes away from the counter and heads downstairs. Everyone’s listening as Eddie paints the picture. It makes Steve want to stay right there and watch until Eddie runs out of words. It makes him think of his Grandpa or Boppa, which is what Steve had called him. Because Boppa would tell all these stories of his late wife that died giving birth or stories of his time at war. He always wrapped Steve in words until Steve felt safe and Eddie does the same thing. He weaves his words into magic for those around him.

Steve blinks and shakes his head. “I’m going to cook up dinner. Are there any preferences?” He forces himself to say. If he tells them, they’ll rely on him and then he’ll have to make something.

They all look over at him with a smile but it’s Eddie who speaks, “whatever sounds good to you. We’ll eat just about anything.” He grins and Steve nods even if he doesn’t quite believe him.

Jeff sits up straighter, like he’s about to stand, “do you want any help?”

Steve chokes back a yes and shakes his head. “I’ve got it, you guys just keep on going.” He waves his hand dismissively and heads back up.

Then he’s back in front of the fridge. He doesn’t even open the door, just stands there wondering. He wants something to jump out at him, he wants to want food but he just doesn’t. “Hey,” Jeff says and Steve jumps from the fridge. “I know you said you didn’t need help but my character is almost dead and needs to rest.” Steve doesn’t know the game; he doesn’t know if it’s a lie. He just nods and lets Jeff open the fridge doors.

“Okay, does anything sound good?” Jeff questions and Steve shakes his head. He doesn’t feel like he needs to lie to Jeff which is a new feeling. He lies often, sometimes he doesn’t even need to lie, it just comes out anyways. “Okay, how about Chili? I know this good recipe for black bean and lentil chili. My sister loves it,” Jeff offers and Steve grimaces. “Or how about grilled sandwiches? I know this one with avocado, tomato, cheese, and spinach.”

Steve’s stomach doesn’t instantly rebel at the idea of it. “Yeah, okay.” He nods and goes to get out what they needed.

It’s quiet for a little while until Jeff hums, “so how was swimming?”

Steve glances over at him, the knife in his hand pausing. “Fine, nothing worth noting,” He shrugs. The last thing he wants to do is bore them with his hobbies. “Um, so, you guys have a band, right?” At Jeff’s nod, Steve continues, “so what kind of instrument do you play?”

“Bass,” Jeff does a little air guitar using the spatula like it’s the neck of the guitar. “You should come to watch us. We practice in Gareth’s garage.” He grins over at Steve and Steve nods easily. Pathetically clinging onto whatever they throw his way.

“Do you play any instruments?” Jeff asks and Steve thinks about his parents having him play the piano, and how he dropped it just to start a fight. How his parents had gotten him to play it before they started leaving him alone for months at a time. Before his dad was sleeping around so much that Steve's mom felt the need to go with him, to keep an eye on her husband. How at first, they had come to watch him. But eventually, they stopped coming. Steve worked hard to get so good that they’d want to come back, but it never helped. So, Steve stopped playing, he wanted the fight… His parents hadn’t even known he had still been playing.

“I noticed the piano in the main room, do you play?” Jeff asked and Steve gave a jerky nod.

He cleared his throat, “I used to. Not anymore,” He goes back to slicing up the tomato. It was quiet for a moment before Steve cleared his throat, “When do you guys prac-” He started to say.

But Jeff started to apologize at the same time. “Sorry if I-” They went back to silence and Jeff cleared his throat, “I’m sorry if it’s something you don’t want to talk about. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

Steve finished up the tomatoes, “it’s fine. Uh, no one really knows, I guess. I played for a long- a really long time but-” I was too much of an attention whore to continue. Is what he didn’t say. He just shrugged, “no reason to continue.”

Jeff was quiet for a moment. “Well, I’d love to listen if you wanted to dust off those skills.” He grinned and it looked honest. Steve wanted to hug him he really wanted to hug him but he just smiled.

He cleared his throat and tried to ignore the tears starting to well up. “Um, yeah it sounds like a plan. If I want to play, I’ll tell you.” Jeff’s smile is blinding and it makes Steve slump a little. They put the sandwiches together before heading down and giving them out.

Steve watched Eddie pick at the vegetables but once Eddie noticed Steve’s gaze, he quickly took a bite. Humming like it was the best thing he’s ever had. It made Steve grin and take a bite of his own. Steve was next to Gareth today, somehow always able to be on the couch with the hidden machete. Not that the guys knew it was there, they probably just noticed how often Steve tended to stick to this couch. They were like that, doing small things Steve normally wouldn’t notice if he wasn’t watching them so closely.

After they finished, they started back up the game. Jeff slipped back in easily. Too easy for his reason to leave, to be the truth. But Steve didn’t mind that Jeff had gone up to help him. Steve sat by Gareth, letting the younger boy show him a few things as they played until 9. At 9, he stood and headed up to his room. Grabbing the walkie and waiting for the first one to speak. One by one they checked in. All but Nancy and Jonathan, who weren’t home yet. Steve pushed back the nerves and said good night before heading back down.

The game was still going strong and Steve enjoyed watching. However, he still found himself falling asleep. Blinking in and out as they play around him. Eventually, Gareth shakes him awake from where he’s leaning against the younger boy. “Mm, sorry,” he mumbles and shifts away.

“It’s all good, it’s just- uh, we were wondering where we can sleep.” Gareth is soft but he sounds awkward. Steve nods and gets to his feet.

“Right,” he nods for them to follow him and they head up and up. The house has 3 guest rooms so with his room they’re covered. He passes his parents' room, leaving it closed like always. He opens each door as he passes and lastly opens the door to his room. “You guys can take a room,” he says and gestures at the opened doors.

“That’s your room,” Eddie points out and Steve straightens.

He raises one eyebrow, daring him to fight him on this. “And? Pick a room, gentlemen.” He states and heads back downstairs.

He gets to the kitchen and pours himself a cup of water as he hears them talking above him. If they refused to take his room, he still wouldn’t sleep up there. They needed at least a floor difference. “Steve,” Eddie hops the last few steps and stops in front of him. “We’re not going to sleep in your room.” He states and Steve huffs, swallowing a large gulp of water.

Then stares dead at Eddie, “Well then no one will. I never sleep in there, so I don’t get the problem.” His voice is slipping into the tone he used around Tommy and Carol but he can’t stop it.

Eddie looks at him, truly looks at him, “why?”

Steve doesn’t break eye contact. “Because I always sleep on the couch when my parents aren’t here.”

“Why?”

Steve’s stare is turning more into a glare, he can feel it. But he doesn’t stop it. “Why can’t I? I’m alone in this house, I can sleep where I want. Are you saying that I can’t sleep-”

“Steve, I’m just wondering why you don’t sleep on a bed. I don’t understand why you’d rather sleep on the couches that are really firm.” Eddie says and his tone says calm, patient.

Steve just shakes his head, “please drop it, Eddie.”

Eddie moves forwards like he’s going to hug Steve but he stops himself. “I will… but I really want you to- um, I hope one day we’ll be close enough you’ll tell me.” He says softly and Steve nods setting down his cup. “Do you want company on the couches?”

Steve blinks and Eddie goes beat red but Steve doesn’t let him get worked up. “Nah, I’m just gonna sleep. Why don’t you go take my bed?” Eddie gives a sharp nod and gives Steve’s shoulder a squeeze before he heads back upstairs. “Night, Eds.”

Eddie looks back and smiles softly, “night, Stevie.”

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Fullmetal Alchemist Chapter 99

Very first thing we're told in the chapter is that Buccaneer will bleed to death if he pulls that sword out. Now we know it's a big deal when he does that later.

Foo managed to rotate his sword to hit Greed with the broad side.

Between Greed and Foo, I think Foo is the more difficult opponent for Wrath to fight. At the very least, Foo has the greater range with his weapon and Greed is more likely to make mistakes because his shield and healing gives him that luxury.

I felt like there was a page missing in this chapter. We see Wrath jump between Foo and Greed's kicks, then the next panel, Greed is prone, one of Wrath's daggers is embedded in his jacket, and Wrath is stomping the dagger and Greed's face into the ground.

Also, based on some details I'll get to in a second, the dagger Wrath pinned Greed with was the one in his right hand but he stomps down on it with his left foot.

Last chapter, Foo chipped the dagger Wrath had in his left hand. When he takes Foo's sword, he throws that same dagger at him. The dagger breaks after a few clashes, leaving Foo open to Wrath's finishing blow.

So Wrath was making very deliberate, coordinated actions the entire time. He removed Greed from the fight by pinning him to the ground, but he also deliberately used the good dagger and kept the one that was a bout to break.

Then with his attention fully on Foo, he used design of Foo's sword to forcefully disarm him. And he effectively gave Foo the nearly broken dagger to ensure Foo doesn't retreat or pull out another weapon.

Finally, Wrath just kept on the offensive until Foo's weapon finally broke.

When Greed lost control of Lin's body, his shield deactivated.

Lin had told Bradley he relies too much on his eyesight. And Buccaneer proved it true.

In almost all scenes with Lin-Greed if we see the right eye, that means Lin is in control and if we see the left eye, Greed is in control. But I think this is the first time we can clearly see both of his eyes.

Considering the teeth, this is Greed who's in control. So is Greed the one who's crying?

Back with team Ed, they're suddenly facing all the leftover President candidates who didn't get a shot at becoming Wrath. It's so creepy how devoid of personality those men are. They had the potential to become Fuhrer King Bradley but Candidate #12 was the first to pass the final test, so they no longer had a purpose.

Maybe some of them tried to run away. Maybe some of them ended their own lives. But whatever happened, these remaining fighters have given up any sense of personal will.

Maybe #12 saw some of them after he had become King Bradley. He had known them since infancy. And all his fellow candidates were either dead or forced to live the rest of their lives in grueling training. The only thing separating #12 from the still living candidates was that he was before them in the line.

Maybe that played even further into his nihilism and a potential sense of hatred for Father. They were all told they are being prepared for a grand purpose, but then the others were quickly discarded when no longer needed. And #12 would have been discarded just as casually.

Wrath just exists for a purpose, and it's nothing but whims and chance that allowed him to become who he is.

When the doctor activates the transmutation circle to capture the human sacrifices, we get to see where the 5 labs are located in relation to each other.

In Chapter 40, Hawkeye drew a circle on a map around Lab 3 based on her estimates about the passageway they'd traveled through. Al pointed out Lab 2 was completely in the circle, and Roy pointed out the circle just barely touched Central HQ and the President's estate.

The Presidential estate is on the Northeast corner of Central HQ. So Lab 3 is the northeast lab on the above image. But this means there's a bit of a geographic inconsistency, because the radial distance from Lab 3 to Central HQ is shorter than the radial distance to any other lab based on the map.

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im sorry im a lil dumb 😭 but i saw ur meme about not attacking the other defenders during tri color battles in splatoon and i dont get what the advantage is to not kill them and try for the signal yourself. do u mind explaining like im 5

It’s ok you’re not dumb! Nintendo didn’t really do a great job at fully explaining this mode! (So much so that when making research on it for this post, I learned a few things too, which also explains why it took me so much time to answer this)

I actually was thinking about posting basics of tricolor after seeing so many tags not understanding why it was important for the attackers to cooperate, so thank you for the question!

SPLATOON 3 TRICOLOR BATTLE GUIDE

What is the tricolor battle mode?

It's a modified turf war mode that features special stages and 3 teams: 1 defending team of 4 people, and 2 attacking duos.

They happen during splatfest, which means, each team is competing to have the highest score and usually fight eachother. However, in the context of tricolor battles, the 2 attacking duos are asked to cooperate despite being on different teams. As of a few so splatfest ago, anyone can be defending or attacking. It is not tied to the halftime ranking anymore.

To win, both attacking duos can try to use the ultra signals that the defending team has to protect.

What is an ultra signal ?

The ultra signal is an object at the center of the map that the attacker duos need to reach, then need to hold for a certain amount of time to fill it up and secure it.

Every attempt at filling the ultra signal builds up and makes the next attempts shorter and shorter, BUT there's a delay between each attempt. The attackers can secure a maximum of 2 signals per match.

When filling up the signal, you are completely vulnerable, and it's the defending team's job to take you out and make sure no attacker secures a signal.

Why do we want to secure an ultra signal?

When secured, the ultra signal creates a sprinkler spraying a lot of ink on your side of the map (and then at the center of the map if you secure both) That means you won't have to worry about inking the zone around the sprinklers for the rest of the match, which lets you focus on putting pressure on the defending team by covering THEIR ink. That's the reason they don't want you to secure it.

Why do you want to cover enemy ink?

The team who covers the most turf by the end of the match wins, like normal turf war. The catch is, if either attacker duo wins, the other duo wins too, which means that when you’re an attacker, you should focus on covering the defending team's ink first and foremost. This way, you maximise the chances of an attacking duo winning.

Ok but how many points do I get when I win? And when I lose?

When losing, all players get 0 point + individual ink coverage score

When defenders win, they all get 9000 points + individual ink coverage score

When attackers win, the winning duo gets 6000 points while the other duo gets 5000 (you get nothing regarding your ink coverage score) Each duo also gets a separate bonus regarding signals: 300 points per failed attempt at getting the signal OR 2500 points per signal secured.

However, the halftime report gives multipliers for all teams depending on whether or not they're in the lead.

The leading team (ex: Team Power during last splatfest) gets a 1.5 multiplier when they win as defenders.

The 2nd and 3rd teams (ex: Team Wisdom and Courage) get a 1.5 multiplier when winning as attackers.

So when you're on the 2nd or 3rd team, it quickly becomes MUCH more important to win as an attacker than to fight over the signals.

TL;DR: As attackers, securing signals does give you a bonus, but not as much as WINNING (especially when you have the multiplier on your side). Signals are mostly a tool that makes it easier to beat the defending team.

Sabotaging the other duo not only delays the next opportunity to get a signal, but it also frustrates your allies and make them NOT want to cooperate with you/actively try to kill you.

In turn, it makes it even harder to secure the signals and easier for the defenders to overwhelm you and make you lose.

You could say that there are some matches that actually call for sabotaging the other duo, or that you should only start cooperating with the other duo after securing both signals for your own team. But I think you need to take into account the fun factor of it all.

Why should I care about being a team player?

Do you actually care who wins the most points or who wins the splatfest? And if so, is it worth inflicting a frustrating match onto the other duo? Are you really having fun when confronted with the same aggressive tactics from the others? (aka, getting splatted when trying to get the signal and seeing the other duo steal it from you, getting snipped by the other duo while they’re not even dominating the match, getting spawn camped…) If you DO enjoy it, then I guess go for it but I think you’re missing out on a much, much more satisfying way to play that simply involves cooperating from the beginning to the end of the match.

Getting such a match is a rare occurrence, unfortunately, because most people don’t even understand that you’re supposed to cooperate in some way, but it is SO worth it, because when you find another duo that actively helps you, you don’t care about the points or splatfest results, you’re just having plain fun.

Hopefully, by explaining it all, more people will be ready to be team players for next splatfest, so here I go.

What do I do if I want to be a team player?

- Try NOT to kill your teammates at all (accidents happen, of course, but overall, you should always try to assist them)

- Try NOT to ink the other duo’s side of the map and focus on covering defenders’ ink as much as possible (Remember, you want the defenders to lose! If the other duo si dominating and the match is coming to an end, try NOT to cover their ink at all, even if it’s on your side of the map, to ensure that they win)

- If the other duo is attempting to secure a signal, DEFEND THEM (because the faster you all secure the signals, the faster you can focus on overwhelming the defenders!)

To end this, I’ve seen so many tags saying something along the lines of ‘I’m not touching tricolor’ or ‘I played 2 matches and i quickly went back to normal mode’ which I assume is because of the lack of encouraged cooperation between the attacking teams.

Which is sad because I’ve had SO much more fun playing tricolor with cooperating teammates. It makes winning all the more satisfying when you can tell they got your back and you got theirs. It’s just really, really nice!

I wish Nintendo would modify the rules so that any signal that’s secured by the attackers gives less points but goes to both teams. I’m sure you’d need to balance out other things to make it work, but I feel like it would help a LOT.

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The Twins' Relationship Pt. 15 (Migi & Dali Analysis)

This is Part 15 and the FINAL part of my discussion of the twins' relationship and its evolution throughout the story.

Click here to return to the top of the thread (Part 1)

Here, I will summarize everything from the previous parts, in case the reader (including myself!) does not want to read all of them. It's nice to actually remember what I was writing.

This post will be very long, but it is certainly a lot shorter than 14 posts.

Of course, spoilers are discussed.

To keep things simple, I'll just number my points, each item corresponding to each part the thread.

Part 1: In the beginning, before Metry's death, the twins were subtly different, but they were pretty much exactly the same. However, after Metry's death, the twins became drastically different and developed a codependent relationship with each other. Dali became his mother's substitute in all but name, becoming extremely protective of Migi, and tried to maintain a perfect image to serve as a good example for him. Migi basically became like Dali's child, always listening and obeying Dali, trying to be like Dali, and emotionally reliant on Dali.

Part 2: The twins' arrival in Origon Village presented some potential problems in the twins' relationship. The events of the welcoming party hinted at Dali's insecurity, perhaps fearing that Migi may leave him if he wasn't careful, and he brought Migi to Metry's grave to stop this from happening by reminding him of their purpose. Their visit at Akiyama's house revealed Migi's hidden feeling of always being screwed over by Dali, and their visit at Maruta's house revealed Dali's overprotectiveness of Migi, though this wasn't properly addressed. It can be seen that the twins ironically did not communicate their feelings to each other, which caused issues later on.

Part 3: The twins' next adventures in the manga revealed even more about the twins' relationship. Migi's exercises in imitating Youko showed his desire to please Dali and make him proud. The bedwetting chapter showed Migi's admiration for Dali but also his insecurity and fear of disappointing Dali, as well as Dali's determination in maintaining his image, even if it meant lying to Migi. Migi's solo mission in boy scouts highlighted his desire to make Dali happy and proud of him, as well as his insecurity of not being able to meet his brother's expectations.

Part 4: The twins' first visit to the Ichijo house and the proceeding investigation demonstrated Migi's reliance on Dali for comfort and emotional support, as well as Dali's suppression of his own emotions to properly look after Migi, which definitely contributed to problems in their relationship. It's likely that Dali was primarily motivated by a desire to help Migi in pursuing revenge for their mother.

Part 5: The school arc only added pressure, as Dali's insistence on joining Class 1-1 (perhaps for hidden reasons) via getting good test scores was something that Migi just could not accomplish normally. Dali saw no other choice but to use the Sali disguise to trick Migi into studying harder. While Dali probably did enjoy the time spent observing his brother in disguise, he ultimately came to regret this decision as he realized how much he had wronged his brother who trusted him so much. He likely began to resent himself as he realized that in his mission he had failed his duty as the older brother. It's also worth noting that at this point, there was no way that the twins would be okay separating from each other, despite Migi's words to "Sali" at the aquarium.

Part 6: The Ichijo house arc once again highlighted key aspects in the twins' relationship. Migi's willingness to give himself up for "stealing" the button showed how devoted Migi was to Dali, willing to sacrifice himself for Dali. Dali's protectiveness and anxiety rose to new highs since Migi was in a very risky and dangerous position, especially after Micchan disappeared. Dali desperately wanted to take Migi and leave, though Migi refused, wanting to continue with the mission (even though Dali was tired and starving). Eventually, the twins were able to make discoveries in the house, though the incident was rather traumatic, especially for Dali. Out of love for Dali, Migi cleverly tricked the Sonoyamas into pampering him, though the bigger problem was left unsolved. Namely, there still existed a communication barrier between the twins, such that neither of them could properly perceive the love that the other had towards them.

Part 7: The "return of Sali" arc and the resulting separation was a result of the barrier between the twins. Namely, Dali's desire to protect Migi from the dangerous Ichijos led to him investigating alone as Sali. Though Dali may have had good intentions and did this out of love for Migi, he didn't realize how much his actions would hurt Migi. Meanwhile, Migi wasn't happy that Dali pushed him away, but he was willing to bear through it because he absolutely trusted Dali. The heartbreak was definitely not an easy decision for Dali, as he was forced to choose between Migi's short-term happiness and the mission. Migi's tears definitely bothered Dali, though he was determined to fulfill the mission for what he believed was Migi's sake. Unfortunately, his intentions were not understood, and when Migi discovered the truth, he saw this as a complete betrayal of his truth. He was broken over the fact that the older brother that he always obeyed and trusted hurt him so much emotionally, and so he decided to run away.

Part 8: The twins' separation highlighted Dali's dependence on Migi. His initial attempt to take Migi back failed, as Migi incorrectly believed that Dali didn't actually love or care about him. Migi thought that Dali only saw him as a tool/slave, and his declaration of freedom emphasized how he no longer wanted to be chained down like this, having to always obey Dali without any reward. Migi's abandonment of Dali completely shocked him and left him angry, though he tried to convince himself that he didn't Migi as he fell deeper and deeper into revenge. But once his scheme to kill Eiji put Migi's life in danger, Dali fell into despair, realizing that Migi was the only person that mattered to him, and that his joy came from Migi. He became wracked with regret, loneliness, and guilt, blaming himself for hurting and driving away his brother, and believed that Migi no longer loved him. Dali's vulnerability was revealed to Migi, to his surprise, as he realized that Dali really did love him and how much he had hurt Dali by abandoning him, and was filled with regret.

Part 9: The twins' close death at the hands of Reiko and their fight at the shrine was the first time the twins revealed their feelings to each other, which helped bring them back together. Dali's heartbreaking sacrifice for Migi revealed both his love for Migi as well as his insecurity, guilt, regret, and self-loathing, as he believed that Migi would be better off without him, a failure of an older brother. This decision undoubtedly traumatized Migi, and he perhaps blamed himself for making Dali suffer like this. Though Migi wanted to go back home while at the shrine, he still obeyed Dali and wanted to stay with him because he did not want to lose him again. Meanwhile, Dali, who was determined to stay at the shrine to protect Migi, did everything he could to make Migi happy, and became frustrated when Migi still expressed a desire to return to Origon Village, believing that he had been replaced, and started the fight. Through their exchange of fists, all of their feelings, insecurities, scars, and regrets were out in the open. More importantly, they revealed their love for each other, and Migi's love and acceptance towards Dali moved him, making him believe that their happiness in the Sonoyama house was worth fighting for. The twins thus were able to settle their differences and reconcile.

Part 10: The twins' return and infiltration of the Ichijo house saw new developments in the twins' renewed relationship. Migi's warmth was able to help Dali (temporarily) overcome his self-loathing and self-esteem issues when revealing themselves to Akiyama, and once Team "Be Birds" was formed, they both seemed glad to have found real friends. Migi's saving of Dali during the infiltration proved that Migi was serious about returning home together with Dali, and Dali was certainly touched by his brother's courageous act of love. As the twins carried a "baby-fied" Eiji away, Dali appeared to be conflicted in his feelings toward Eiji, still blaming him for the suffering they went through, yet at the same time knowing that he's saved Migi. He also knew that his pursuit of revenge almost cost him everything that mattered to him, which was why he started listening to Migi's opinion. Dali's silly face also provided a brief moment of levity, as Migi seemed to be glad and relieved that his normally serious and uptight brother was willing to humble himself for once.

Part 11: After finding out the whole truth from Reiko and Eiji, the twins had a brief disagreement after Dali rejected Eiji. Migi tried using their mother's words to justify accepting Eiji, but Dali refused. He genuinely wanted to know what Migi's real thoughts and feelings were, as he could not see Eiji as anyone but a stranger. But once they discovered Eiji's attempt to kill himself, Dali realized how much he and Eiji were similar. They were both intelligent boys who sought to be perfect for their own reasons, though they were ultimately lonely, hated themselves, and all they wanted was to be loved. But unlike Eiji, Dali always had Migi by his side, and it was Migi's love for him that gave him hope and joy in life. He was grateful to Migi and wanted to give Eiji a chance he never had.

Part 12: Migi could not understand why his serious and rational brother would recklessly endanger himself by going back for Eiji, someone that he had just rejected. He ran after Dali, not wanting to lose him again, and he was confused as to why Dali prioritized Eiji over his own life. Seeing Dali protect Eiji just as he would for him made Migi realize that Dali had genuinely accepted Eiji as his brother. Because he trusted Dali, this was good enough reason to accept Eiji too, as he joins Dali in welcoming and accepting Eiji. His remark about Dali being a "troublesome older brother" re-emphasized his acceptance of his imperfect brother, similar to how Eiji was accepted despite "not being perfect anymore", which Dali seemed to have been relieved to hear. The twins were happy to welcome Eiji into their family, until Eiji decided to turn himself to the police.

Part 13: Eiji's arrest most likely caused Dali to confine himself in Migi's shadow, feeling guilt for everything that's happened, hating himself and believing that he did not deserve to be happy. He lied to Migi to justify his decision, saying that Migi's joy was enough. Yet, Migi sill desperately wanted for him and Dali to live happily with the Sonoyamas, and just could not understand what Dali was thinking. Deep down, Dali shared the same desire, though he couldn't accept it, feeling overwhelmed by guilt, which was illustrated through the Christmas dinner, his nightmare, and his tears. But despite not knowing what exactly was haunting Dali, Migi was able to get Dali to accept himself by reminding him of the love that they shared, that one could only be happy if the other was happy. The twins then officially joined the Sonoyamas and claimed their new happy lives together.

Part 14: The twins and their relationship have clearly evolved over the timeskip. On the outside, nothing much seemed to have changed, where Dali is still the leader and is looked up to by Migi. However, the twins are now much more honest and open with each other than before (especially Dali), and the twins no longer feel chained by each other, which was visualized through the pie braiding as well as Migi's request to bring Sali back. Eiji's return has proven that the revenge storyline has concluded once and for all, with Migi standing together with his brother in as if sharing his burden and responsibility. Finally, the twins separated from each other as they began to lead different lives, though unlike before, they now found comfort and security in the love and acceptance from family, friends, and each other. They were now confident that their bond would endure, no matter how far they went.

Whew, this was an exhausting ordeal. But thankfully, I am left with what I believe is a very good understanding of Migi & Dali, which I think is quite rewarding in itself.

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Chapter 5: The Willow Division

I wasn’t sure exactly what to expect when I went up to the guards. The plot fairies must have not wanted to waste much time, for the two young men only briefly glanced at me before leading me further into their headquarters. The ornately carved rock seemed to be woven around the other materials that made up the buildings. Wood, brick, tile, and stone; a village carved in and around the mountain peaks. It felt like I was walking into a sacred place I shouldn’t be allowed inside. The price of the scenery was the long walk up the main entry stairway. I know this new body of mine should be more then capable of the trek. Even with a few new injuries. My heart still screamed out for the hidden easier paths, I knew the Division must have for their carts and horses. I was glad for the guard that led me up as the stairs branched off at points heading deeper in the mountain, where homes and faction buildings lay.

I know the inner hearts of the division lay at the highest points of the mountain keep. I still was unprepared for the way my heart leapt out of my chest, as the closed in stair path suddenly opened to a massive entrance overlooking even the clouds. The air this high was crisp, the solid waist high walls the only thing separating me from the sky. At least they have barriers, all these steep edges were sending shivers down my spine.

“Brother! You’re here, you made it!” a cheerful voice called out.

Somehow, I could tell the call could only be directed at me, as I turned to face a young girl running full speed in my direction. I barley had time I register the wavy half tied back hair before I was knocked over in an enthusiastic hug. The shorter soft form of the main heroine gripped me tightly, unwilling to let me go or get up from the ground. I tried to not let out a pitiful cry of pain, when she squeezed my bad shoulder. When she finally released her iron grip, apologising for knocking me down; she was wiping a stray tear from her eyes. There was no doubt in my heart, this was Lise. Her round face and lilac eyes shining with the aura of a true protagonist. I couldn’t seem to resist gently resting my hand on her head, in my awkward attempt to comfort her. I had taken a long time to return her brother to her. Something I hadn’t felt guilty about until now.

“Sorry I took so long,” I give her head a few more comforting pats.

When more tears start running down her face, it startles me. She hugs me again; her strength feels like it might open my shoulder wound back up. But I can’t bear to push her away, doing my best to hug her back properly. For her this isn’t a meeting but a reunion, no matter if it had only been a few weeks. These siblings only have each other. They had always been anxious while apart in the early chapters of the story.

As she pulls away and I can look at her again, the faint similarities between the siblings begin to connect. Orion’s features are coldly angular while hers are round and cute. The shining purple hue of her eyes were like flowers. While his- well mine- are a darker shade somewhere between red and purple. We stare quietly at each other; her hands still cling to my shirt. I pull up my sleeve to dab at her tears. The building that Lise had come running out of looms in the distance. I know each division branch sit’s atop one of the mountain peaks; I’m unsure which one we currently stand in.

I don’t have to wonder for long, as a figure appears in the large doorway. Following my eyes Lise turns to them, straightening her posture and composure. She clasps her hand in mine as she turns to lead me to the building. Once we make it up to the doors the man standing there gives a bright smile. The stunningly handsome man, can only be Reign Pathosmet branch head and leader of this division headquarters. Seeing such a beautiful person up close he looks like he was carved from obsidian, even the faint traces of age only further frame his beauty. I nearly stumble as his dark eyes focus on me.

“So, this is your brother. I’m glad he has made it here in one piece,” his eyes smile as he beckons us into his office.

I hope my hand isn’t getting too sweaty for Lise to hold as we follow him in. The inside of the building is full of shelves neatly organized but still filled to the brim with books and scrolls. His desk is also pilled with documents, the kind of organized chaos you’d expect the Division leader to work in. There are two chairs already set out beside his desk, and as he takes his place behind it, we sit. There are four leaders in each Division and the focus of each varies. Pathosmet -Reign’s branch- was the sect made to house and harness the skills of the bold and adventurous. Those who were willing to go out into the world to explore and discover it’s secrets. The other branches Akava, Moroseil and Jaunvei, each specialised in their own crafts. If things are following the plot correctly the healers of the Akava branch have already scouted Lise. I’m not the half mad and sickly Orion that showed up here in the original text. So, I’m unsure if I’ll be welcomed out of pity into Lise’s branch the same way the original was.

“I would like you to get checked over by Akava now that we can check your condition in person. But before I send you over, I would like to formally introduce myself, I am Reign and this Division is in my charge. Your little sister here made quite the impression on us. When she first showed up to Akava’s in town clinic,” Reign’s warm smile never faltered but there was a serious glint to his eyes as he spoke.

I could tell that some sort of analysis of me had already begun. How I had made it to their mountain despite getting separated from my transport and guide. I clearly have sparked their curiosity, or suspicion. It cost them a carriage on top of all the medicine they had provided me. I spared a glace at Lise but she was intently listening and hadn’t looked my way.

Reign continued, “Orion. I would like you to place a drop of blood onto this plate. I have a sneaking suspicion I would like clarified, if you don’t mind.”

He pushed an old battered looking round stone tablet towards me, the edges were jagged. With magic runes cut directly into the stone, its sharp edges seemed intentional. Perhaps to make blood easy to draw.

Lise looked over at me and gave me a reassuring pat, “Don’t worry I took the test just before you finished coming up the mountain.”

She held up her own finger already neatly wrapped, proudly beaming at me. I wasn’t that scared by a pointy bowl and much as I was suspicious of it. I’d already been stabbed, was I going to lose even more blood within twenty-four hours. It seems I am living up to my role as the icon of misfortune. Not wanting to make Reign ask twice, I slowly held my finger to one of the points and pressed until a small drop of blood bloomed. The moment my blood had fallen onto the stone. Lise had pulled it back and began cleaning the small cut. I was too transfixed by the tablet to pay her much mind. As the small bit of blood seemed to stretch across the carvings of the tablet. Filling in every rune before absorbing into the stone. A faint blue hue began to glow directly from one of the runes. Lise looking away from the my well wrapped finger looked at the glow and once again smiled at me.

“The same thing happened for me! I’m so curious but Sir wouldn’t tell me until he could test you and be sure,” she let out a playful huff looking back at the head eagerly.

He was busily marking a few things down, and checking notes. His focused actions, reminded me of the eager note taking of a professor. The charismatic smile then turned back on as he looked up to face us. His excitement hard to contain as he stood up to speak.

“I had my theories when Lise rode into town, after riding for days without rest. Neither herself or her steed should have been capable of such a trip. At least without overworking it to death. Then when message came that you had woken up, from an illness that isn’t so easily survived. Our medication increased your odds, sure. But permanent lifelong damage is expected, you climbed those stairs on your own. Sorry for making you take the hard way, but it was the easiest way to measure. Our healers will be the true judges, of course. But still, your recovery is remarkable.”

The way Reign was talking excitedly breathless, had peaked both me and Lise’s interest. I knew the original had really destroyed his chances of healing fully, but the outcome being expected had been left out of the details. I know Lise has abilities no one else has, that’s how all protagonists are. Had I allowed for some sooner revelation by showing up battered but other wise healthy? Seeing he had drawn us both in. Reign held up a scroll, it was written in a script I could not read. The rune at its center was the same as the glowing one on the bowl.

“This has confirmed my least likely theory. That you siblings are apart of a very old bloodline, not easily found today. The connection you have to this inheritance seems especially strong. Making you and your magic potential all the rarer.”

Having come to his grand conclusion Reign sat back down looking eagerly at us. As if awaiting questions. I only realised my mouth had dropped open as I tried to speak and found my mouth too dry to do so. Lise quickly took over as a proper main character should, asking questions and sharing answers when the head asked about our family. The likely hood of our own parents having gone missing because of this very bloodline, seemed undeniable.

It was a classic hero set up, having the thing that made them strong also being the cause of their woes. It seemed Reign jotted down a few more notes, intending to investigate our parents’ disappearance. As well as who had made the decision to cast us out of our home, and take over any possible knowledge hidden there.

Watching from front row seats as the foundation of the book, Many Blossoms began to be neatly laid out before me. I nearly forgot I wasn’t just there to bear witness but also take part. Lise’s eyes seemed worried after glancing at me.

“Sir, I’m sorry to stop. But I think my brother is worn out, can I bring him back to my branch to rest?” Lise’s hand had already shifted to check my pulse.

Reign looked at me his own excitement turning to concern. He pulled out a piece of paper swiftly folding it. A rather dainty paper bird came to be in an instant. With the addition of a few ink markings, the paper bird suddenly twitched to life quickly fluttering off.

“No need to have your brother walk quite so far, he can stay in my division. I was considering having him explain how he found his way here. But it can wait, go rest,” Reign came over patting me on the back.

Feeling the bandages underneath my shirts, his head cocked to the side looking at me with even more concern. A young boy came into the office the paper bird perched on his head, it quickly leapt to return to Reigns hand. Lise was already completely focused on leading me to the closest free room. Nearly lifting me off the ground as she supported my steps. Had my complexion palled so much or was she also just desperate to have some time to process this new information. I looked behind us as Reign unfurled the paper bird and began writing onto it.

A nurse from the Akava branch was already waiting in the room I had been assigned, by the time we arrived. The whispers sent between her and Lise made me feel like I had become a patient again. Lise assisted as the woman checked me over. When my shoulder wound was revealed, Lise seemed ready to start crying all over again. Seeing her older brother, a bit battered and still no doubt a little too frail for her liking; must be terribly hard on her. I’d been doing my best to keep this body healthy but it seemed I’d fallen short right when it mattered. The nurse began sterilizing my shoulder with something that burned so much I thought I might faint. Then rest of the check up was smooth compared to that. I was fed a bit more medicine, and by the time the nurse left dinner was brought in.

Lise sat and ate with me, and for a bit we just sat silently. As if sitting across the table was too much distance, Lise sat right at my side. I wanted to comfort her somehow. Picking up a large helping of the sweetest dish, I quietly placed it in her bowl. She looked up at me smiling as I cleared my throat.

“Thank you. It must have been hard… Sorry.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry about. I’m just glad you’re back beside me,” she took a bite of her food, leaning against me slightly.

I put another helping onto her bowl. I could see how she had gotten be to such a treasured little sister. Smiling playfully, she began placing way too much food onto my plate. Without saying much more, we finished our meal this way. I wondered if the division had told her when the hawk and horses had returned without me. I hoped they hadn’t. Having given her another thing to worry about before my arrival seemed too cruel. Maybe this is just the story roping me into place, but the desire to cause as little trouble as possible was slowly becoming my new goal. I was side by side with the heroine now, perhaps my knowledge as a reader could make her future easier. Lise didn’t return to her own section of the mountain easily. Staying beside me all night, morning brought her orders for the day from her branch. I half awake sent her off to begin her daily studies and chores, ignoring her protests as a responsible older sibling should. The small guest room felt bigger once I was alone.

#my sister is the protagonist #msitp #MSITP #ongoing story #original story #writers on tumblr #isekai #portal fantasy #polyamory #queer story #queer writers #transmasc character #transmigration #fantasy setting

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maddenleftchat · 3 years

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Could you do headcanons about platonic yanderes Wilbur and technoblade with a child reader please

Yes, I wasn't sure if you wanted them together or separate. so I just did separate.

(p.s. I'm going to make these a bit shorter since it's separate :))

Triggers: possessive behaviors, obsessive behaviors, toxic relationship, mention of killing, unhealthy relationships, lack of boundaries, and yandere like behaviors. Please be careful when reading.

Enjoy.

Wilbur

Wilbur with a child reader is going to be interesting.

He isn't quite sure what to do..but he does know that he needs to protect you.

Wilbur would be sure to watch you from afar at first.

He would want to make sure you are safe while you are out exploring.

This is, of course, before you know of his existence.

He would see you as a little sibling, and would treat you like one.

The way you two met was you got lost, and happened to accidentally bump into him.

And you, being tired and scared, began to cry while explaining why you bumped into him.

It was kinda an apology.

Wilbur took pity on you and let you stay with him for the night.

But that night he learned, you had nowhere else to go.

So he took you in.

Wilbur would show and teach you all that he knew.

He was gonna make you his prodigy!

Wilbur would teach you the ins and outs of explosives, and the different weapons.

He would teach you hand to hand combat if you didn't know it.

He would show you how to fire a bow and arrow.

Sword fighting.

And so much more.

But when it comes to your social life, you don't have one.

And whenever you tried to go and make friends, Wilbur would look at you with a disappointed face and in a sad tone he would speak.

"What about your big brother...are you really just gonna dip on me like that?..."

It worked every time.

Because you came running back a stuttering mess trying to explain and apologize.

The same thing would go when you and Wilbur were out and walking around.

If someone else in the smp tried to say hello to you, Wilbur would certainly give them a nasty look.

This left you depending on Wilbur for your socialization.

In short: he acts like a positive, and overprotective older brother. (Yes, he will tease/make fun of you like an older brother.)

Word count: 340

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Technoblade

Technoblade with a child..well he would be awkward at first.

I can see you two meeting because he found you when you were a wee little child.

You were, for some reason, wandering around in the mountains and Techno came across you.

You weren't wearing anything to keep you warm.

So he picked you up, took off his cape, and made you into a waddle.

Who knew this man could make a waddle.

After that Techno took you to Philza to have him check if you were okay.

And from then on, you grew up with a Gram-Phil and a Dad-Tech.

Of course, like Wilbur, you were taught everything Techno knew.

Except for his Anarch beliefs.

He didn't want to put that on you when you were so young.

(He found you when you were like 5-6)

So logically.

He waited till you were 8!

The perfect time to teach you.

Techno was always very over protective, but loved it when you came out on adventures with him.

But you were always in his line of sight.

Techno had Philza teach you and be your school teacher.

And they tried their damn best!

Your early childhood was filled with chaos and laughter.

But of course...the voices.

There were many nights when Techno would open your room door and just stare at you.

He wouldn't be holding any weapons, but the voices would tell him to hurt you.

They didn't need to have some little shit mess anything up.

These thoughts were really bad when you were young.

But as you grew up, some of the voices actually started to like you.

But there was still always the risk.

So it took you a while to have Techno open up to you.

And unlike Wilbur you were still allowed to talk to certainly people of the smp.

Those people included Philza, Ranboo, Niki, and Wilbur.

Anyone else, and you'll be in big trouble.

Techno is a very gentle father, but won't coddle you.

He'll give you harsh truths and reality.

But he will be there when you need him.

In short: Techno is like an over protective, Obsessive father. And yes...he does so dad jokes...

Word count: 367

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Thanks for reading!

#yandere wilbur soot #yandere wilbur #wilbur x y/n #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur x reader #yandere techno #yandere technoblade #techno x y/n #technobladexreader #yandere dsmp #dsmp x y/n #dsmp x you #dsmp headcanon #dsmp x reader #yandere dream smp #dream smp x you #dream smp x y/n #dream smp x reader

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httpdabi · 3 years

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Break up

Summary: After having a messed up break up, your best friend Dabi is there to comfort you, and give even more than you asked for.

Word count: 5,2k

Genre: romance, smut, no quirks haha

Warnings: 18+, creampie, public sex, spitting, choking..

,, I fucking hate him’’ you cried loudly, mouth full of ice cream as you talked to your cousin over the phone. At this point you didn’t care of how loud you were, and you didn’t care about the fact that your cousin had a hard time understanding you since you were a crying mess. Sobbing loudly, you ignored the words coming from the other line.

,, That bitch cheated on me with Toga, can you believe that?’’ you sobbed, tears rolling down your cheeks as you wrapped yourself with your favorite comfort blanket.

,, The girlie with weird hair ?’’ your cousin asked in shock.

,,YES, the fuck she thinking she’s the fifth element with that hairstyle?’’ you choked out, throwing the empty package across the room, as your cousin giggled because of your remark. She wished she was closer so she could pay you a visit, but sadly miles and miles were separating the two of you.

Sure, the first person you wanted to inform about your breakup was Touya, but you couldn’t force yourself to bother him, knowing he’s probably on work. You knew very well that he would drop everything and come over, saying how he doesn’t feel well or some other shit, and you didn’t want that.

After the call ended, you stood up, ignoring your reflection on the window, knowing very well that you look like shit right now with all the smudged mascara over your face. Tears started rolling down your cheeks even more when you saw that there’s no ice cram anymore. What did you do to deserve such a torture.

Wearing your hoodie, you made your way toward the nearest store, ignoring the people that were giving you weird stares because of your silly Sailor Moon pajama shorts. You couldn’t care less of what anyone thought in that moment.

You went to the store with the intention to buy ice cream, only to end up in the part of it with variant different choices of hairdye. So many ideas were going thru your mind, as you looked all over it. You almost ended up buying the pink dye and some bleach, until you saw scissors hanging beside the bleach.

Grabbing the scissors only, you hurried up to pay everything you chose, rolling your eyes shamelessly as you saw Rumi, the cashier of the fucking day. For some weird reason, you almost hated the muscular bitch. Maybe it was because she never had the exchange to give you back, giving you a pack of gums instead. Maybe it was because of her attitude, always giving you some smart comments, how your skirt is too short, how there are kids here, or even because she always rolled her eyes when she saw you coming in.

,, Looks like someone had a rough day’’ she commented sarcastically, as you gave your best to keep calm and ignore her. After the comment, she shut her mouth and did her job.

,, Sweetie, can you help?’’ she asked, suddenly with a cute tone, when her co-worker asked her to bring him few paper bags that were beside her.

,, No, you are doing great’’ you spat, grabbing all of the items as you hurried out of the store. The fuck would you help her? She’s getting paid for it, not you. Stupid bitch.

Placing the ice cream into the freezer, you immediately made your way to the toilet as you unpacked the scissors almost aggressively. Why would you dye and ruin your hair with bleach, when you could just cut off a bit of your hair, which meant the exact length of his dick.

Your hair was already long, and the fact that his dick wasn’t that big meant that you would only cut few inches. After short calculating, you grabbed the scissors, as you turned some silly tutorial on Youtube. Watching yourself in the mirror, you cried even harder, not because you regretted your decision. It was more because you looked like a lunatic.

After you finished, you immediately washed your face, cleaning all the ruined make up. Sure it didn’t look like a professional person did your hairstyle, but it didn’t look bad either, in fact, you liked it.

Since you weren’t in the mood to do your make up, you only put a bit of face cream over your face, and bit of mascara to make your eyes pop up a bit, before you took few selfies to post on instagram.

You were too lazy to do it, all you wanted to do in the moment was cry some more and eat ice cream you just bought, while watching something on Netflix. But you had to do it, you had to embarrass him as much he embarrassed you.

,, Not gonna miss those 5 inches, Kai.’’

You wrote, laughing ironically at the caption under your selfie. It wasn’t the best selfie you ever took, but at least you didn’t look like you were suffering because of the breakup, and the much shorter hair was visible on it.

[cyxnaf] Touya Todoroki

,, What happened?’’

It wasn’t even a minute since you posted your photo on the instagram, and your best friend already messaged you there.

Bitch cheated on me

You replied, sending him a crying selfie, with a spoon in your mouth.

[cyxnaf] Touya Todoroki

I’ll be there in 15 mins

A smile crept on your face, as you read his message. You loved him more than anyone or anything else on the whole word. If it was someone else coming over, you would probably force yourself and clean the apartment. But since it was Dabi, you didn’t give a shit.

The moment he arrived, you started bawling your eyes out. Having a face to face conversation with someone, talking about the break up made your feelings awake again. Dabi in other hand tried to make you feel better, bringing you your favorite snacks, and trying to put Kai down.

,, I’ve never had drama, unless it’s with my inner self’’ you cried loudly. ,, And all of sudden, I’m being cheated on.’’ Adding you grabbed the chips from the paper bag and opened it almost aggressively. Touya laughed you out, pointing every drama you’ve been connected to.

,, Stop it, you’re supposed to make me feel better’’ you slapped his arm lightly, as he talked about the drama that happened back in high school, when you got into a huge fight with a girl that called your dog a rat.

Once Touya realized that your mood was only getting worse, he turned some documentary on Netlfix that he started watching few days ago, explaining everything about it to you. You couldn’t help but smile, as you listened to him explaining every small thing, making sure you won’t be confused once he plays the episode.

,, You only watched few episodes of one murder documentary and you think you’re Mr. worldwide intellectual.’’ You laughed, as he tried to explain professionally.

,, The fuck you talking about ? The only documentary you watch is Keeping up with the Kardashians, so shut the fuck up’’ he spat, rolling his eyes playfully as he played the documentary.

The thing he played was about some murder, nothing you would watch on your own, but you didn’t mind. Seeing him talk about it so excitedly made your heart warm and in that moment you didn’t care if you won’t be able to sleep next few days.

You always loved spending your time with Touya, you simply loved how even when none of you had something to say, the silence was never uncomfortable. Even just sitting with him was making you feel safe.

,, You really choped your hair’’ he said, as he started to play with your hair. Being tired from all the crying and with his gentle movements, you were not capable of replying, simply nodding your head in response.

,, It looks good on you’’ Touya complimented you, placing a soft kiss on top of your head. He noticed that you were zooming out, so he just continued to caress your, helping you fall asleep.

All the horrible thoughts he had washed away, once he saw your sleeping face. He could only smile to himself as he noticed how puffy your face got from all the crying. Sure, it wasn’t that visible, but he simply noticed it and found it more then cute.

He tried to act calm and suppress his feelings, he tried to be there for you, but when you talked about what happened, all he wanted to do was find that piece of shit of your ex and simply kill him. He couldn’t understand how did you always manage to find some weird boyfriends that didn’t appreciate and treat you as you deserved.

If you only gave him a chance, he would always be there for you, he would simply give you anything you wished for. Touya never understood how could you be so blind, never once did you notice his feelings for you. Never once did you question his behavior.

Every time you called him over, he would ditch all his plans and run to you. Every time you needed something, you knew very well that only Touya will help you 100%.

You woke up in your bedroom, a little bit confused about what time it was and if your best friend was still there. Taking your phone to check what time it is, your eyes widened when you saw a Instagram notification from Kai. That piece of shit had balls to like your photo.

Throwing your phone away, you started crying again, wishing the day you met him never happened. You wished you listened to your best friend when he told you that Chisaki ain’t the one for you.

,, You ok?’’ you heard Touya’s voice under the loud TV noise. In just a second he was beside you, warming your body with his own and wrapping his arms around you, telling you how everything is ok and how he’s there for you.

,, Come on, stand up’’ Touya commanded suddenly, forcing your upper body up. ,, We are leaving’’ he added, forcing you out of the bed. You were too confused to even think at that very moment, but you found yourself following his lead. Wearing one of your very oversized shirt that covered more than enough, you hurried out of your bedroom to Toyua who was waiting for you already all ready.

You didn’t know what was happening, and the pack of eggs in his hand was confusing the shit out of you, yet you found yourself in the passenger seat, doing whatever Touya planned at that moment.

,, Where are we going ?’’ you asked, tears long gone.

,, We’re egging his car’’ he said, as your eyes widened in shock.

,, Is that even legal?’’ you asked again, already all excited about it.

,, Nope’’ Touya laughed out, focused on the road. You were sure that Kai would know it was you, definitely. But he also won’t have balls to call the police on you, since you knew about all his dirty deeds, you knew about all the drugs he’s taking and having hidden somewhere in his house.

Kai didn’t live far away from you, so in only few minutes of drive the two of you found yourself in front of his car. Lighting one cigarette, Dabi took the paper that was placed on the windshield.

,, Stop perking on my spot’’ Dabi read out loud, pointing out the word he wrote wrongly. You laughed loudly as you remembered about Kai telling you about some dude parking his Motorcycle in front of his car, making it hard to get out of the spot for him.

,, He can’t write, but he can do meth I guess’’ you laughed, as Touya puffed on his cigarette.

You stood there close to Kai’s car, as you waited for your best friend to finish his cigarette. It was a quiet night, with no people around at all. Maybe it was the adrenaline that was rushing in your blood, or the fact that you spent all day crying like a mad person, but in that very moment all you felt was anger as you thought about your ex.

,,Here’’ Touya gave you the package, still smoking that cigarette. You weren’t sure if he took his time with cigarette or if the time was simply passing so slow for you, since he was a pretty fast smoker.

To his surprise, you grabbed one egg and immediately threw it on his car, making him rise his eyebrows and laugh in shock. You never did something like that before, so you didn’t really understand why the alarm didn’t go on. Was your throw too weak?

A huge grin formed on your lips as you threw another egg, you couldn’t stop the evil laugh as you watched the egg yolk all over the window and in that moment you wished you had rotten eggs instead. Watching you happy like that, Touya couldn’t hide his smile. He was almost sure that everyone could read his emotions, he was sure that everyone could say how much in love he was with you.

You were on your fourth egg when Touya took one from the package and threw it. You weren’t sure if he threw it with much more force, or if he already did this before, but when the egg hit the car, loud alarm took over the peaceful night.

,, Shit, we have to hurry’’ Touya said under his breath as both of you threw one more egg. Sure, Kai won’t call the police, but if someone else saw you, they sure will.

You were laughing loudly, as you took your last egg, ready to throw it while Touya explained to you at what you should aim for.

,, HEY’’ you heard a familiar voice, coming from the building you used to spend so much time in. Not even turning around, you threw the egg and rushed to Toyua’s car, hopping fast into passenger seat. The moment Kai got out, everything happened too fast.

You wished you could take a photo of his upset face as he looked over your car. You were sure that you never saw him mad like that.

,, YOU FUCKING SUCK’’ he yelled once he turned the alarm off, while Dabi was ready to drive off, laughing loudly with you.

,, AND YOU SWALLOW BITCH’’ you yelled, popping your head thru the window. Touya gave you a bit time to flip him a bird, before he drove fast off, leaving your ex boyfriend pissed on the road. Laughing loudly, you leaned back into the seat, satisfied with the little event your best friend thought of.

,, You are seriously the best’’ you said, still smiling widely. Touya nodded his head, focused on the road. Every time he took a look of you, his heart would skip a beat. He was so fucking glad that you weren’t sad anymore, at least not for now.

You weren’t sure what had he planned next, since he wasn’t driving back home, but you didn’t care. You enjoyed his company, and you enjoyed the fact that you felt nothing else beside happiness in the moment. It was weird how fast emotions were taking over you. Just one hour ago you were a crying mess, and all of sudden you found yourself enjoying the night with your best friend.

You didn’t even realize how hungry you were, until Touya stopped by McDonalds to buy some food. Once he came back, placing the milkshakes and paper bag into your lap, you almost started drooling from the delicious smell.

He parked on the spot beside lake, where the two of you usually come to chill a bit. The music played on the low as the two of you ate slowly and talked about casual stuff. The moment a song from the famous tiktoker started playing in the background, you wished your hands weren’t so oily from the food. You wanted to change the song, but you didn’t want to make your phone oily, you weren’t even sure why you had that song in your playlist after all.

,, Does this song bother you?’’ he asked, taking a sip from his milkshake.

,, Yeah there’s a word that’s pissing me off’’ you rolled your eyes in annoyance.

,,Which one?’’ he asked confused.

,,When she says This ain’t build a bitch, you don’t get to pick or choose, what she should have said is nothing and just never release that stupid song’’ you hissed, wiping your hands as you changed the song that was pissing you off so much.

,, You are so cute’’ he complimented you, as both of you placed the rest of the food in the paper bag. Everything you did was cute to him, the was you sneeze is cute to him, the way you rise your brows when you are surprised, the way you laugh at your own jokes sometimes. Everything.

,,Did you know that Yumi got pregnant ?’’He asked you suddenly. Your eyes widened in shock, as you heard him ask, not because it was weird or anything like that, the two of you always gossip, but because you knew Yumi so well. You weren’t best friends with her, but the two of you would casually meet up.

,, Wasn’t she on the pills?’’ you asked, covering your mouth with your left hand. ,, Oh fuck no, I don’t claim this negative energy’’ you gasped shaking your head as Dabi laughed at your sudden reaction.

Talking about pregnancy and sex, you found yourself thinking about the last time you slept with your ex. You didn’t feel any sadness, all you felt was disappointment and anger. Just the thought that he was the last one inside you was making you mad, and the fact that only god knows when will you sleep with someone again was making you mad even more.

It’s not that you were a prude, or that you had something against one night stands. Sure, you could install Tinder and just find a quick fuck, knowing very well that the thought will bother you until the problem in your head is solved. But you weren’t the one to jump under the covers with a complete stranger.

,, What’s up?’’ Dabi asked once he saw you confused and lost in your thoughts. Hearing his voice, a sudden idea popped up in your head. You shook your head, trying to not think about it. He is your best friend for fucks sake, you can’t use him for something like that.

,, Nothing’’ you shook your head once again, trying to avoid his eyes.

,, Oh come on, tell me’’ he said stubbornly, as he placed his cigarette between his lips.

,, You know, the fact that Kai was the last person I had sex with, and the fact that I don’t know how long it will stay that way is bothering me’’ you confessed, skipping the part with the rest of your thoughts.

,, and you thought I could help you with it’’ Touya joked, as he puffed on his cigarette.

,, How did you know?’’ You asked way too fast, regretting it almost immediately once he almost choked onto the air and the smoke of his cigarette.

,, You can’t be serious’’ Touya said under his breath, closing his eyes as he spoke those words out. You weren’t sure why, but your heart sank a bit once you heard him say that.

,, Ah come on, it can be a quick fuck, it won’t change anything between us’’ he whined, turning your body to his direction. Once you said that, Touya grabbed you and forced you into his lap. You were more then shocked by his action, but you still positioned yourself comfortably in his lap, not sure if you should say anything or just wait..

,, You think I’ll be able to go back after it ?’’ he asked, one hand holding your waist firmly, and other holding his cigarette. ,, Doll, you should know better than anyone that I don’t do quick fucks’’ he added, as his grip got stronger. You weren’t sure if you should be embarrassed or not, but you felt uneasy at that moment, not sure where this all is leading.

,, If we do it now, there’s no going back doll, you’ll belong to me’’ he added again, as you sat in his lap confused. It was weird to hear him talk like that.

,, Touya, that can fuck up our friendship’’ you whispered. You were way too confused, not sure if he was talking about a relationship with you or just about you not sleeping with anyone else beside him.

,, And a quick fuck won’t do it?’’ he hissed, throwing the finished cigarette out of his window. He was right, both of it could fuck it up, and your idea was probably the worse option. The problem you had just few minutes ago was long gone, as new thoughts took over your mind. The fact that he was slowly placing soft kisses all over your neck didn’t help the situation, and the fact that you tiled your head to the side to give him more access to it didn’t help either.

You weren’t sure if you were simply too horny in the moment and if emotions took over you, but one part of you wanted to give it a try, yet another part of you was simply too scared of losing him. You did think about it before, how lucky can a girl be to call herself his girlfriend!? He’s not like other guys, at least not to you. He was always so caring, so gentle and so loving with you. He was the one who was always there for you, and in fact, you were more than sure that if you two start something, you won’t end up being hurt. But the fact that your friendship was under a question because of it was making you scared. Touya is the only person you never want to lose, and he knew that very well.

,, What do you say doll? Wanna try?’’ he asked, as he kissed your jaw softly. You weren’t sure how were you even capable of thinking at all in that moment.

,, Yes’’ you breathed out, closing your eyes shut as you enjoyed his soft kisses. Could you really lose him? If you had to worry about it so much, you should worry about the very exact moment. Why wouldn’t the current event ruin your friendship, now that you know that he doesn’t really see you as a friend as much as you thought. If you start some kind of a relationship with him, and if it doesn’t work, the two of you could talk it out.

The moment you said yes, Touya grabbed your yaw with his right hand, brushing his nose with your own before he connected his lips with yours. Once you placed your hands on his cheeks, trying to get closer to him, he couldn’t help but smile into the kiss.

What really drove him crazy was you rolling your hips on him. The fact that you had nothing else under your oversized shirt than your favorite panties almost made him cum in that very moment. Breaking the kiss, he leaned back into the seat, as you tried to catch your breath. Touya pulled your shirt up, exposing your naked chest. Not wasting any time, he placed his left on your right boob, pinching and twisting your already hard nipple, while sucking the other one.

Just the feeling of his hot breath made you throw your head back, enjoying the sucking and squeezing he was giving you. You placed your hands on his shoulders, finding support in it. Every roll you did with your hips, was met with his own one, making you feel his hard erection under his sweatpants. A quiet moan escaped your lips when you felt him bite on your nipple few times before he got back onto sucking it again.

Touya pulled your hips up a bit, giving you a sign to stay in that position as he pulled his sweatpants and boxers down, just enough for his dick to spring up. You knew that he had a dick piercing, in fact, you were in the waiting room when he decided to get it, but you still were shocked. It looked so good, so attractive.

You wanted to get out of his lap, you wanted to taste him, but his hands stopped you. Pushing you back onto his lap once again.

,, You have no idea how much I love you’’ he said, brushing his lips on your own, as he pushed your panties to the side and rubbed the tip of his dick around your hole.

,, I love you too, so much’’ you confessed, kissing him softly, as the pink head of his dick slowly entered you, hands on your hips slowly leading you down onto his length, until he was all in.

,, I know’’ Touya smirked into the kiss, enjoying the warmth of your walls hugging his dick. The hands on your hips slowly started to lead your hips up and down. The pace was so slow you could feel every inch of his dick rubbing against your velvety walls. Touya wasn’t one to enjoy the slow pace that much, but with you it was something else. He wanted to feel you as much as possible, and pushing his dick so slow into you gave him that possibility.

Just thinking about how it finally happened almost made him cream inside you. Closing his eyes, he let you move up and down his dick on your own. When you nuzzled your head into his neck he almost lost it, holding your hips down for few seconds just to calm his dick down. The small I love you that you whispered into his neck all over again didn’t help either, making it hard for him to control himself.

His hand found its way under your shirt, while his lips were all over your neck now, leaving sloppy marks all over it. You weren’t sure what did you enjoy more, his lips and hot breath over your neck, sucking and biting it, his hand squeezing your left breast or his dick deep inside you rubbing against your cervix.

Even tho you were moving your hips so slow, every time you were pushing your hips down, his would move upward, snapping against you with a little force and hitting your cervix perfectly. The both of you were breathing heavily, enjoying every second of the slow sex you had.

Wrapping his arms around you, he pulled your body closer to his, as he started moving just a little bit faster. You squeezed your eyes shut, as you realized that your climax was getting closer and closer with every move. Touya noticed your breathing getting faster, and your walls hugging his dick tighter then before, as he pulled your body up a bit, pushing you against the steering wheel and giving himself more access to move and fuck you a bit faster and stronger then before.

Moaning loudly, you wrapped your arms around him as you came all over his dick, almost shocked that you came without any clit stimulation. Dabi didn’t stop fucking you, helping you ride off the hard orgasm that just hit you.

Once he was sure you were done, he sat down. He lowered his seat, as he changed the position, locking you under him. Without giving you a chance to understand anything, he pushed his dick inside you.

,, I’m not done with you’’ he groaned, as he started moving his hips at much faster pace then before. Instead of saying anything, you wrapped your legs around him, placing your hands around his neck and just kissing him again. You couldn’t get enough of him, and luckily he felt the same. Accepting everything you had to offer, gladly.

The slow and steady pace was long forgotten, as he fucked you into the seat of his car with much more force and at one ungodly speed. You were pretty sure that the car was moving with every move he did, and you were sure if someone happened to be near, they would know what’s going on, but that was the last thing you cared of.

You were a moaning mess under him, and he was no better than you. You were surprised when you felt his hand around your throat, holding you in one place and playing with your breath. Open your mouth for me was all he said, before you felt thick saliva in your mouth. When it started, you thought it would be only some vanilla sex, the last thing you thought was that he would end up choking you and spitting in your mouth.

If it was someone else, you would probably freak out, but since it was him, you only obeyed, mouth open and tongue out, giving him approval for more.

,,That’s my good girl’’ he said, as he spat into your mouth one more time, while his grip around your neck only grew stronger. He was moving at rapidly speed, his skin slapping against your own was louder than the music that was playing in the background.

You closed your eyes as you started catching your breath once his hand moved away from your neck. Touya couldn’t control himself anymore, grabbing the edges of the seat, as he fucked into you. The pain mixed with pleasure was too intense for you, but you are his good girl, and you are doing so great for him, he made sure you understood that, as he repeated it all over again, while fucking into you.

The moment you felt his fingers rubbing your clit in circles, all you could do was squeeze your eyes shut, moaning loudly, as he told you to cum all over his dick, so you did as you were told and that was enough for him to reach his own high. Few harsh moves and he found himself cuming deep inside you. Even Toyua doesn’t know how did he find the energy to tell you how good you are milking his dick, but he did.

Collapsing on top of you, he fucked his seed inside of you, making sure not a single drop will get outside of your tight little out, making sure none of it will go to waste.

,, You’re mine’’ he said, placing soft kisses all over your face, and you were his. You were always his and he was always yours.

You weren’t sure how long would it take you to get over your stupid ex, but you were sure that Touya will be there for you and help you out in every way he can. Starting from the moment the two of you left your apartment, to the very moment the two of you cuddled inside of his car, after one steamy sex. All you could think of was your best friend and what would future bring you.

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limitlessgojo · 3 years

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Going to a Private Onsen with Gojo

NSFW Gojo Satoru x F!Reader, established relationship

Type: One shot. This is around almost 4k words.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW content, Voyeurism, exhibitionism, daddy kink, squirting, overstimulation, praising, dom!Gojo, breeding kink, slightly manipulative/ Yandere Gojo, degradation

Notes: finally got to finish this fic, my motivation just dropped halfway lmao. The inn house has rooms with private hot springs. Not shared like the communal ones in public bath houses. This is half fluff half smut.

The private hot springs per room are separated by bamboo trees and wooden walls. (With holes. So you know what's gonna go down👀💦💦💦)

You and Satoru finally get the chance to have a 2 day 1 night short break from work. He takes you to an inn, checking in a tatami room with a private hot spring (onsen) included. The place smelled fresh, and you could smell the flowers outside.

"We can see the hot springs from here love. What do you think? It's gorgeous isn't it?" Satoru wiggled his eyebrows at you. You both set your luggage down, making yourselves at home. The sun is still high up, it is only 2:00pm and the hot spring is steaming, the sunlight making the water shine and glitter.

"It's not bad at all; the room is quite big as well." You smiled. Despite knowing that you're only stroking his ego, you let it go for once. Just this once because it is a special break after all. He internally pats himself on the back, beaming at you. “Glad you like it. Let’s take a walk around the area and then come back for dinner.”

“Fine with me”. Both of you changed into traditional clothing first. Gojo into a Yukata and you into your kimono. He helped you tie your obi and do your hair up. "Look how pretty my kitten is." He practically purred out as he cinched your waist beneath his large hands. His hands felt like fire on your waist.

You flushed, softly calling out his name. "N-not now." You stared at his profile. All lean and muscular. Knowing his physique hidden under the blue fabric did nothing to help.

"Not now." He agreed. But the glint in his eyes said otherwise. Still he held himself back.

So you both set out, exploring the town. The stalls were bustling with people. You both bought souvenirs for the students as well as omamori (charms) for various purposes.

You visited the temple and just tried to relieve the pent up stress from the last few weeks. “The air is so cool and it smells really nice here.” The flowers were all in bloom, as it was spring as of now. Satoru, however, kept his eyes on you for most of the time instead of the scenery around him.

“Yeah, it’s real pretty isn’t it? Wanna take some photos?”

“Good idea! I need a new lock screen pic of us Toru!” you smiled. Your smile unfortunately dimmed upon noticing other women staring at Satoru and batting their eyelashes at him (ignoring the fact that you were right beside him).

You’ve always known that he was a gorgeous person, just thanking your lucky stars that he actually came around to reciprocate your feelings. “Hey”, Satoru cupped your face and turned it to face him. He was pouting. “Focus on me love. This trip is just for us.”

You gave him a weak smile. “Yeah, sorry about that. AH! I wanna have a picture by that Sakura tree~”. You tried to be more enthusiastic and engaging, blocking out any jealous and negative thoughts.

Seriously, it's not like you didn't trust him. Just that your insecurity gets to you sometimes. You quickly bat the thoughts away. Your thoughts came to a halt when you felt something soft on the corner of your lips.

"Love you." Satoru murmured against your cheek. You turned to see his eyes under his drooping sunglasses just an inch away from yours. You couldn't help but sigh in admiration. Of course he knows how you feel. "I love you more Toruu~ Now let's go." You gave him a genuine and bright smile. Walking over to a shaded area near the lake, surrounded by tall grass.

He leaned down to press his cheek against the top of your head and placed one arm around you. His other hand was holding up his phone for a selfie. After you took some pretty and funny photos, he surprised you by bringing out a polaroid.

"Eh?! Since when did you bring that with you?" You asked him. Satoru gave a sneaky smirk, "Well. Since you talked non stop about loving the vintage aesthetic recently, I thought it would be good to make a small scrapbook or photo album of this trip."

".... who are you and what have you done with my husband..."

"Hey! That's rude. I'm always nice and sweet." He pouted and widened his eyes, using a finger to push down his shades. "I knowww~ Just kidding Toru, I love your ideas. I'll help you with it then."

"Of course you will pumpkin." He squeezed you against his side, not caring about anyone who might be looking at both of you being overly affectionate in public.

He took pictures using the polaroid camera every now and then. Taking your hand and leading you around, Satoru did not give your thoughts a chance to move away from him. He didn't hesitate to tickle you when your guard was down and poked at your cheeks with the most annoying grin.

After that it was just you and him. Enjoying your precious time together, undisturbed by anyone else. By the time the sun was setting, you dragged him over to an Izakaya. "Should we have dinner here?" You asked him.

"Ooooh! Looks like they have good meat and eel. That's fine with me." He replied. You both enjoyed dinner and had a bit of sake. Satoru always looked cute with flushed red cheeks and that big stupid smile of his. "Well you look cuter than me for once Hun." He quipped back.

You smiled as you wiped that teriyaki sauce off the corner of his mouth for him. It was a really peaceful day.

Walking back to the inn, you noticed a shadow moving quickly just by the corner of your eye. This is why you don't think about work during your free time. Feeling chills run up your spine, you turned to see a curse, staring straight back at you. "Ah shit I left my sword back in the inn."

Not even having finished your sentence, you watched as Satoru flicked his wrist and took down the 2nd grade curse in an instant. "I told you not to worry darling. I'm not going to let anything hurt you." He tutted and booped your nose playfully, eyes shining.

"Heehh~" you pretended not to be impressed but by the look on his face, you knew you didn't do a good job of hiding it. He just chuckled and wrapped his arms around you. "Toru I can't walk like this."

It was like trying to lug a 190cm tall clingy infant. "I'll protect you with my infinity from all sides love." He looked really happy, just prancing around with you in his arms as you both made your way back to the inn.

💜💜💜

You both settled back in and got ready to take a bath. It was a really good day and everything went smoother than you thought it would, knowing your chaotic and unorthodox doof of a husband.

"Dinner was so good. This was a great idea Toru, thank you." You smiled up at him. He smiled back, so soft and gentle with you. The way he never is and never will be with anyone else.

"Now then, I'll be taking my payment from you." You looked up at him, confusion evident on your face. Your husband of 5 years still confuses you until this day. "I'm sorry?" you felt affronted as you asked the question. You had no problem paying your share of the bills, heck you earn a lot as a 1st grade Jujutsu sorcerer yourself.

But Satoru spent about over a month pestering you about wanting to treat you to a short staycation with him. "Yes", he replied slowly making his way towards you, towering over your shorter frame. You stood your ground and craned to look up at him.

"Thank you for the meal sweetheart. You will be my dessert." He removed his glasses and threw them aside to showcase his bright blue eyes. You shivered from the intensity, and his lips turned up in a smirk. His words were somewhat funny, but his tone was dead serious.

He wasted no time, leaning down to suck down on the juncture of your neck and shoulder, after he pulled one side of your kimono off your shoulder. "Sa-Satoru!!, hah- ", his grip on you was way too tight.

"Baby, I am so sorry I can't wait any longer. Won't you be good for me?" Satoru asked as he took a step back and cupped your cheeks in his hands.

It's true that this man has no self-control, always palming your ass down the hallways at Tokyo Jujutsu High. But you rarely see him as desperate as he is now, that it was actually endearing to you. So you relented, earning a grin from the man.

He helped you out of your kimono, littering small kisses on your forehead and cheeks, before he started biting on one ear.

Unclasping your bra, he reached down to grope your breasts. You stared at him as he suckled on one nipple while toying with the other. His eyes opened to meet yours, and you could feel the growing wetness between your legs.

You also reached up to pull his Yukata off, undoing the tie on his waist. "I love it when you hair is done up darling. I can bite as much of your neck as I want." He growled out against your shoulder, biting and sucking wherever he can.

Your mouth watered upon seeing the outline of his hard-on straining against his boxers. On the other hand, Satoru stared unashamedly as you pulled down your panties, keeping your legs together to keep your slick from dripping down your legs.

Impatiently, you reached up and ran your fingers through his locks. "Satoru~" you whined. He only smirked in response. In one quick movement, he gathered you into his arms and brought you over to the small washing area with the soap and shower-head.

He was still in his boxers however. You just stared at it, drawing closer to press your hand and rub the outline. He let out a long moan, which led to you to quickly look up and snap out a hush. "The neighbours might hear us Toru." You whined.

"Tch, Let them hear. They can't touch or experience us anyways. And I want to show off my lovely little wife." He leered down at you, finally removing his wet boxers and throwing it onto the ground.

His hard cock sprang up and slapped against his abs. As if moving by some force, you immediately dropped to your knees. Rubbing soap onto his waist, thighs, and finally pumping his cock with your soapy hands. You looked up to him as you "cleaned" him off with innocent eyes.

Satoru wasn't impressed. "Don't tease me baby or you'll regret it." He pulled you up and brought you into a deep kiss. You both gathered more soap and started washing each other off.

With his hands moving slowly down the sides, Satoru didn't hold himself back from touching every nook and cranny of your body. From your neck, to your shoulders, down your breasts, going to your thighs and legs. His hands were rubbing at your skin, inching nearer and nearer to your cunt. Until he suddenly pulled away, making you cry out at the loss of contact.

"Be good for me and let me clean you first kitten." He whispered.

No other words were shared as you both rinsed and washed each other off before moving to the onsen.

"You know, I've always wanted to fuck you in a hot spring." Satoru smirked as you both dipped into the water. You sat on his lap and clasped your hands behind his neck, straddling him. His hands gripping either side of you waist tightly.

"No I don't know." You turned away from him as you rested your head against his chest. He hummed. Both of you resting for a bit. You were both in the same state, antsy for action, but trying to enjoy the hot springs at the same time.

For a while you both just stayed soaking in the hot water. Until you started grinding down against him. He just stared down at your figure. Breasts spilling against his chest, the slope of your s line with your ass under the water. But you refused to meet his eyes.

Satoru didn't really like that very much. He pinched your thigh hard. "Ow!,' you yelped. "Toru what was-" you finally turned to look up at him, but faltered and stopped moving. His eyes were bright and his expression dark. "I thought my baby was going to be good for me tonight. You don't wanna beg me later just to come right? Or does daddy have to make you do just that?"

As soon as he said the word daddy you felt your insides clench around nothing, thighs quivering. He looked down towards your body, grinning at your response. He pulled you out of the water, sitting down on the ground beside it.

"Suck me off baby and I'll consider making you cum."

You crawled over on all fours towards him. You kissed him first, then trailed downwards, licking off the water and sweat on Satoru's abs and the outlines of his hard muscles. He groans while staring at you, pupils blown so wide his bright blue eyes actually look dark for once.

You can see the carnal lust raging behind him as you squeeze your breasts together while kneeling and licking his abs. You leave small butterfly kisses as you slowly make your way down to his aching member.

But, he groans as you skip past it and suck love marks into his lower thighs. "Pumpkin, please -UNGH, p-please don't tease so much." Satoru groaned. You smirked up at him, meeting his eyes while sticking your tongue out and licking one of his balls. Sucking it into your mouth and covering it with your spit.

He reached down to lift your chin up, thumbing your lips as he watched the saliva trickle down down side of your mouth to his fingers. The current sight of you is so lewd and dirty that Satoru almost came on the spot right there.

You decide to humor him and move to licking the head of his dick, while grabbing a hold of the base and slowly pumping it up and down. Satoru threw his head back. He looked up, seeing the night sky and the stars twinkling while feeling hot pleasure run through his body. He felt like he was floating.

You tried deepthroating all of him in one go, but he was just too big. "Baby, your mouth is too small for daddy's cock isn't it?". You whimpered in response. Trying to swallow as much of him as you can while using your hand for the remainder of his length.

Quiet mewls escaped the sides of your mouth as you opened your aching jaws wider. Tears started running down your face. You didn't stop as you relaxed your jaw and took more of him, swallowing what you can while pumping. He bucked up without warning, causing your gag reflex to react. Then he pulled you off.

"That's enough for now. I wanna make sure I stuff every bit of cum I have inside of your pussy baby." He pulled you up over him, this time with his back to the floor as he spoke.

"Lemme eat you out, I've been waiting for this all day." He was salivating at the sight of your pussy, positioned in front of his face. You lowered yourself onto him slowly. Impatiently, he tugged you waist down, smashing your lower lips against his mouth. You let out a loud yelp followed by heavy breaths and mewls as he ate you out.

Thrusting his tongue in and out of your walls. He loved the taste of you, always thirsty for more. You tried to grind your pussy against his face. But he held your legs in place with one arm, wrapping around your behind. The other hand was playing with your clit.

In no time at all you were sobbing and cumming all over his face. Satoru didn't spare you one second of rest. He pulled away and lined himself up, pushing into you during your orgasm.

He immediately started fucking into you earnestly, grabbing a hold of your waist and lifting it to pull you on and off his cock. "Toru, it's too much for me, I can't-" You could barely get the words out of your mouth as you slurred them out with your eyes shut.

"Yes you can. I know you can. Because you're made for me and only you can do a good job for me like this love." Satoru grunted as he pumped into you like there was no tomorrow.

He loved it when your walls clenched and squeezed against him tightly. Especially when your whole body shook during an orgasm. Whenever you open your eyes all you can see are the stars blurring due to your movements. You both came like that, with your backs arching. His cock stayed hard, twitching as it spurted and filled you up.

He suddenly felt the sensation of eyes on him. As the user of six eyes, his senses were wide alert at ALL times. He looked to the side of the wooden wall, and saw dark eyes staring back at him.

He didn't stop thrusting. You whined and mewled as you ground your hips against his. "Fuck, such a slut for me. Love it when you cry and make those noises babe. Just look at me. I won't look at any other person, man or woman. I'm yours as long as you're mine." He growled out.

He pulled out to reposition you. Dragging your body on top of his. Your back against his chest. "Daddy, I want you. I want more!" You whined out. You positioned his cock at your entrance.

"Daddy will give his baby what she wants. You've been so good to me after all love." He smirked inwardly pushed back upwards into you, thrusting at a fast pace. (Satoru chose the position because he knew you were both being watched. He loves to make other men so jealous of him having you).

You could only squeal and try to hold yourself up against him, putting your palms against the floor. But it was no use. He grabbed your thighs and kept fucking up harder and harder, making it hard for you to hold onto anything.

"Yes just like that baby. You're so good to me. You don't need to think. I'll make it so that you don't have to do anything else. You only need to feel my cock yeah? My doll is the best when she is crying on my cock." He moaned out.

The man on the other side of the wall was joined by a few other men. Satoru used his ability to see through the wall following the movement of their cursed energy and saw that they were touching themselves to you.

"Daddy, please more. Daddyyy~" you were slipping further into subspace. Soon you couldn't speak clearly anymore. Just babbling nonsense while bouncing on Satoru's lap and staring hazily up at the sky.

"I think we have company." He laughed out. You snapped out of your haze to see peeking eyes behind the bamboo sticks. Satoru just thrusted harder. "Let's give them a show of their lifetime hmm? I spy old men wanting some action. But they won't be able to touch you baby."

He reached up with one hand to grope your breast and the other stayed below to play with your clit. Sex to him was almost like an art form. He knew exactly how to play with your body to bring you to your strongest orgasms.

You tried to cover your body up but he pulled your arms away. "Don't run away baby, daddy's here to protect you. It will be okay."

At the end of the day you trusted him and his six eyes, so you let go. Pussy clenching harder at the thought of being watched by unknown strangers.

"That's it, my angel. So good for me. You're leaking far more than normal slut. You like it when people watch you get fucked?"

He reached up with his cum stained hand to spit into it. Then shoved his fingers in your mouth. You obediently suckled on and cleaned his fingers for him. He continued to grope you as he pounded away.

Satoru wasn't too worried about the spectators next door. He can see them clearly. Several middle aged men (probably sharing a larger room) messily jerking off to both of you. He saw the way their eyes travelled across your breasts and cunt, which was oozing with his cum.

He hit a hard deep spot inside of you which caused you to squirt hard, a large amount of liquid spraying out. Satoru quickly put his hands over your clit and furiously rubbed at it, wanting to prolong your squirting. You were crying out loud at this point. It was just music to his ears.

One man groaned out, causing you to tense and tighten and Satoru to moan out.

"You love putting a show on huh baby? We should do this more often if it gets you tighter and wetter around me." He snarked out while you drooled and asked for more.

He didn't stop thrusting until he came a few more times inside of you, changing positions.

The men watched as you rode him, your breasts bouncing up and down, while you placed your palms flat on Satoru's chest. They stared at the cum flowing out of your pussy, being fucked back into you by Satoru. The way you both groaned as you clamped down tight and milked his cock.

Soon you found yourself laying on your side with one leg up with Satoru spooning you from behind. What was frightening was his stamina and power.

His thrusts never lost strength and soon you just felt like his cock was drilling a space inside of you, just for it. You felt so boneless in his hands when you both finished, laying down on your sides.

"Babe…. You okay? We need to clean up." Satoru whispered against your shoulder.

You could only mumble incoherent noises. Squeezing around his softening length, still plugged inside of you to keep his cum inside.

Satoru gave out a soft sigh. Then gathered you into his arms and took you away from prying eyes. He just turned and smirked at them as he walked away with you, butt naked.

The watchers were disappointed that the show was over. Satoru then cleaned you both with the shower head in the washing area and wiped you down with soft towels.

You stayed silent the whole time. Your head felt like it was in the clouds. Just letting Satoru do his way with you like a doll. "You were really good for me tonight angel. Nobody else can touch you but me." He chuckled darkly.

You just listened to his simple commands such as putting your arms up when he dressed you in your nightgown. 'I always love fucking her dumb.' He smiled to himself as he settled you into his arms in bed.

"Next time I'll be fucking you in the water." He whispered. He brought you closer to him, tucking your head against his neck. Kissing your forehead and patting you to put you to sleep.

🎇🎇🎇

The next morning you were absolutely horrified to see people staring at you, when you both left your room to check out. 'I bet they heard us last night. And who were the ones peaking at us?!?!' you frightfully thought to yourself.

Satoru didn't really care. Smiling brightly at the attendants and thanking them for your amazing stay at the inn.

"Toru I really enjoyed my stay, but it's hard to be happy now knowing that we did it at the expense of our neighbours stay." You whispered, hitting him. "Darling I'm pretty sure they enjoyed the show." He winked at you, shameless as ever.

Suffice to say, you decided not return to said hot springs for a while out of shame.

End notes: 🙈 this fic started because I just thought of Satoru's abs wet with steam and sweat but it evolved during the last edit. Hope you guys enjoyed! Reblogs and comments are very much appreciated 💜

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dangermousie · 3 years

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Mousie’s absolutely subjective, very biased Top 10 web novels list

Please note that this is hardly aiming to be objective, if one can even be properly objective about a work of fiction. It is 110% based on my preferences, which means this list is heavy on the angst and has nothing set in the modern day. It is also heavily danmei-centric, even though I read way more het romance than danmei, because for whatever reason, most of the danmei I’ve read has been insanely good.

10. Return of the Swallow - one of the two non-danmeis on this list. Smart and nuanced and with a large cast of characters. Our heroine is a long-lost daughter of the family that is brought back in and has to cope with familial struggles, crazy royals, court intrigue, invasion et al. It’s SO GOOD! There is romance with the sexy smart enemy general but honestly, it’s the heroine that is the main selling point for me.

9. Transmigrator Meets Reincarnator - the only other non-danmei novel on this list, this was my very first web novel and what drew me into this insanity. This is just a ton of fun, probably the lightest novel on this list, not an ounce of angst to be found. But it’s hilarious and features competent heroine and tsundere hero and I will always love it for opening a new world to me. Anyway, our heroine transmigrates into the novel as the female lead. Unlike the original lead though she doesn’t want to seek adventures and angst - she just wants to comfortably live with the wealthy, nice husband heroine has. Alas, said husband is no longer nice since he has previously lived this story where he was betrayed by FL and then transmigrated/reincarnated into the past. Oh well, the heroine opens up businesses and makes friends. And eventually, her husband realizes his wife is way different this time around. This actually doesn’t have much romance, not until close to the end, but this is so fun I don’t care.

8. Lord Seventh - I am only partway through this so far, but it’s already on the list because it’s smart and somehow intense AND laid-back (not sure how this works, but it does) and is honestly just a really really solid and smart period novel, with the OTP a cherry on top of a narrative sundae. Plus, I love the concept of MC deciding he is not going for his supposedly fated love - he’s tried for six lifetimes, always with disaster, and he’s just plain done and tired. When he opens his life in his seventh reincarnation and sees the person he would have given up the world for, he genuinely feels nothing at all. (Spoiler - his OTP is actually a barbarian shaman this time around, thank you Lord!)

7. Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation (MDZS) - oh come on, how are you even on this tumblr if you don’t know MDZS/The Untamed? This was my very first danmei and it’s so much fun! I love everything about it - the unreliable narrator, the looping structure, the main OTP, Wei Wuxian’s laidback, traumatized insouciance, everything. Anyway, the plot in the event you somehow transported here from 2005 is that the Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation, Wei Wuxian, was defeated by the righteous sects over a decade ago and fell of a cliff to his death. Only now that same Wei Wuxian opens his eyes in another body and everything that was supposed to stay in the past starts again.

6. Heaven Official’s Blessing (TGCF) - people either love its meandering narrative, picaresque structure and cast of thousands, or find it a detriment compared to much more compact MDZS. I love it even more than MDZS for those very qualities. It does have a rock-solid, darling OTP, but what really elevates it to me are the MXTX trademark combo of snarky/light tone hiding a ton of trauma underneath, the insanely intricate world-building, and what it has to say about the nature of grace and goodness. Xie Lian is one of my top 5 web novel characters and probably in top 10 from anywhere. Oh, and while MXTX’s stuff is not as angsty for me as Meatbun’s or even Priest’s, there are always exceptions, and there is one chapter in this novel that pretty much broke me and sometimes I still flashback to it and feel unwell.

Anyway, what is it about? There is a commotion in the heavenly realm - Xie Lian, the Crown Prince of a long-destroyed kingdom, has ascended to Godhood. That in itself is not so exciting. However for Xie Lian this is the third time (!!!!) as he’s ascended and lost his godhood twice prior. And now, the biggest joke of the divine realm is back, throwing the heavenly realm into chaos. And elsewhere, Hua Cheng, one of the four most powerful demons of that Universe, sits up and takes notice.

5. Golden Stage - my perfect comfort novel. Probably the least angsty of any danmei novel on this list (which still means plenty angsty :P) It also has a dedicated, smart OTP that is an OTP for the bulk of the book - I think you will notice that in most of the novels in this list, I go for “OTP against the world” trope - I can’t stand love triangles and the same. Anyway, Fu Shen, is a famous general whose fame is making the emperor antsy. When he gets injured and can’t walk any more, the emperor gladly recalls him and marries him off to his most faithful court lackey, the head of sort of secret police, Yan Xiaohan. The emperor intends it both as a check on the general and a general spite move since the two men always clash in court whenever they meet. But not all is at is seems. They used to be friends a long time ago, had a falling out, and one of the loveliest parts of the novel is them finding their way to each other, but there is also finding the middle path between their two very different philosophies and ways of being, not to mention solving a conspiracy or dozen, and putting a new dynasty on the throne, among other things. It always makes me think, a little, of “if Mei Changsu x Jingyan were canon.”

4. Sha Po Lang - if you like a lot of fantasy politics and world-building and steampunk with your novels, this one is for you. This one is VERY plot-heavy with smart, dedicated characters and a deconstruction of many traditional virtues - our protagonist Chang Geng, a long-lost son of the Emperor, is someone who wants to modernize the country but also take down the current emperor his brother for progress’ sake and the person he’s in love with is the general who saved him when he was a kid who is nominally his foster father. Anyway, the romance is mainly a garnish in this one, not even a big side dish, but the relationship between two smart, dedicated, deadly individuals with very different concepts of duty is fascinating long before it turns romantic. And if you like angst, while overall it’s not as angsty as e.g., Meatbun stuff, Chang Geng’s childhood is the stuff of nightmares and probably freaks me out more than anything else in any novel on this list, 2ha included.

3. To Rule In a Turbulent World (LSWW) - gay Minglan. No seriously. This is how I think of it. it’s a slice of life period novel with fascinating characters and setting that happens to have a gay OTP, not a romance in a period setting per se and I always prefer stories where the romance is not the only thing that is going on. It’s meticulously written and smart and deals with character development and somehow makes daily minutia fascinating. Our protagonist, You Miao, is the son of a fabulously wealthy merchant, sent to the capital to make connections and study. As the story starts, he sees his friend’s servants beating someone to death, feels bad, and buys him because, as we discover gradually and organically, You Miao may be wealthy and occasionally immature but he is a genuinely good person. The person he buys is a barbarian from beyond the wall, named Li Zhifeng. It’s touch and go if the man will survive but eventually he does and You Miao, who by then has to return home, gives him his papers and lets him go. However, LZF decides to stick with You Miao instead, both out of sense of debt for YM saving his life and because he genuinely likes him (and yet, there is no instalove on either of their parts, their bodies have fun a lot quicker than their souls.) Anyway, the two take up farming, get involved in the imperial exams and it’s the life of prosperity and peace, until an invasion happens and things go rapidly to hell. This is so nuanced, so smart (smart people in this actually ARE!) and has secondary characters who are just as complex as the mains (for example, I ended up adoring YM’s friend, the one who starts the plot by almost beating LZF to death for no reason) because the novel never forgets that few people are all villain. There is a lovely character arc or two - watching YM grow up and LZF thaw - there is the fact that You Miao is a unicorn in web novels being laid back and calm. This whole thing is a masterpiece.

2. Stains of Filth (Yuwu) - want the emotional hit of 2ha but want to read something half its length? Well, the author of 2ha is here to eviscerate you in a shorter amount of time. This has the beautiful world-building, plot twists that all make sense and, at the center of it all, an intense and all-consuming and gloriously painful relationship between two generals - one aristocratic loner Mo Xi, and the other gregarious former slave general Gu Mang. Once they were best friends and lovers, but when the novel starts, Gu Mang has long turned traitor and went to serve the enemy kingdom and has now been returned and Mo Xi, who now commands the remnants of his slave army, has to cope with the fact that he has never been able to get over the man who stabbed him through the heart. Literally. This novel has a gorgeously looping structure, with flashbacks interwoven into present storyline. There is so much love and longing and sacrifice in this that I am tearing up a bit just thinking of it. If you don’t love Mo Xi and Gu Mang, separately and together, by the end of it, you have no soul.

1. The Dumb Husky and His White Cat Shizun (2ha/erha) - if you’ve been following my tumblr for more than a hot second, you know my obsession with this novel. Honestly, even if I were to make a list of my top 10 novels of any kind, not just webnovels, this would be on the list. It has everything I want - a complicated, intricate plot with an insane amount of plot twists, all of which are both unexpected and make total sense, a rich and large cast of characters, a truly epic OTP that makes me bawl, emotional intensity that sometimes maxes even me out and so much character nuance and growth. Also, Moran is my favorite web novel character ever, hands down.

Anyway, the plot (or at least the way it first appears) is that the evil emperor of the cultivation world, Taxian Jun, kills himself at 32 and wakes up in the body of his 16 year old self, birth name Moran. Excited to get a redo, Moran wants to save his supposed true love Shimei, whose death the last go-around pushed him towards evil. He also wants to avoid entanglement with Chu Wanning, his shizun and sworn enemy in past life. And that’s all you are best off knowing, trust me. The only hint I am going to give is oooh boy the mother of all unreliable narrators has arrived!

The novel starts light and funny on boil the frog principle - if someone told me I would be full bawling multiple times with this novel, I’d have thought they were insane, but i swear my eyes hurt by the end of it. I started out being amused and/or disliking the mains and by the end I would die for either of them.

#cnovel #2ha #yuwu #to rule in a turbulent world #lsww #sha po lang #golden stage #return of the swallow #transmigrator meets reincarnator #lord seventh #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #heaven official's blessing #the dumb husky and his white cat shizun

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otptings · 3 years

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Yellow

Idol; Doyoung

Genre; Jealous Sex

Warnings; teasing, vibrator, oral (f receiving), bondage, humiliation, mentions of voyeurism, orgasm denial, safe word use, unprotected sex, cream pie, slight cockwarming, praise kink, quick aftercare

Synopsis; Making Doyoung jealous is always fun. Seeing his face get red from anger, or a pout forming on his lips. It was a fun activity for you just a game. The consequences from making him jealous however are another story

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You fucked up. Majorly.

You never really thought your actions through. It tended to make you come off a bit of a brat. You weren't a brat. Just very impulsive. And a little dick crazed. Having Doyoung as your boyfriend would do that to anyone.

Your newest plan that had you in your current position was deciding to tease him. Wearing one of your shorter dresses before meeting the boys, making sure to rub up against Jaehyun just a little extra in the dorm. Laughing and accepting he drink that Taeyong had offered you, after declining Doyoung's. Just tiny things that wouldn't cause too much harm. They were of course oblivious to what you were doing. Just enjoying the time as you waited for Haechan and Mark to stop arguing over clothes and finish getting ready for the dinner.

Doyoung noticed. Scrunching his eyebrows as he tried to figure it out. Why were you acting like this? Had he done something to make you made?

You didn't want anything he offered you, going to Taeyong for any of your needs. He pouted seeing you rub up against Johnny and Jaehyun. Everything came to a halt however when you laid your head on Johnny's shoulders, complaining in your baby voice over how tired you were. As Johnny wrapped his arm around you, and you looked at him as if he hung the stars and moon.

The way that you looked at Doyoung.

Doyoung stood up, not bothering to explain his self and heading to his room. You excused yourself from the boys to check on Doyoung. A buzz flooding through you at the thought of your plan actually working. Opening his door you barely got took a step in before he had pinned you against. Arms pinned over your head, noses practically touching from how close you were.

If you were smarter and less dick crazed, maybe you would've seen the warning scenes. Doyoung actually pinning you against something, not bothering to lock the door. Eyes almost black from anger. But the buzz still hadn't faded and you were happy your plan was working.

"What's wrong?" You tilted your head, voice laced with fake innocence. If Doyoung didn't know you, he might've actually fell for it.

"I'm not stupid." A giggle slipped through your lips before you could cover it. Doyoung backed away from you, heading over to his closet. "I have a surprise for you, you might not like it much."

You felt excitement rush through you at that, the thought of how he would punish you.

Your excitement was very short lived.

It's quite funny actually. One moment your boyfriend is reaching inside of his closet to get you a surprise, you feel excited over what you might get.

The next moment you're laying on his bed with your arms tied to the headboard, and a spreader bar keeping your legs separate while your boyfriend was in between your legs. Real hilarious.

"You're being so loud. Might wanna be quiet unless you want the boys to hear you." You bite your lip harshly, trying to stifle the moans as your boyfriend continued to tease you with the vibrator. Rubbing it through your sopping folds, never letting it pause on one spot. Never giving you enough attention to make you cum.

Doyoung let out a little chuckle, seeing how much you were struggle to stay quiet. Whimpers leaving your mouth, and watching you writhe around on the bed, forced to stay still from the ropes on your wrists and legs. Seeing you completely helpless, forced to deal with whatever he gave you. Doyoung was enjoying his power rush.

"Pl-ease Doie. I wanna c-cum." Your cries cut through his thoughts, he had left the vibrator pressing against your clit, the vibrations bringing you close to your 5th denied orgasm of the night.

"Aw my little slut thinks she can tell me what to do." Pulling the vibrator away from your clit you let out another cry, feeling your orgasm fade away into nothingness. You felt a tear run down your face, just wanting to cum.

"You're crying now? Poor little slut just wants everything her way," Doyoung leaned down licking a slit over your cunt, tongue flat as he licked slowly, tasting your sweet essence, "So sweet. All for me slut?" Doyoung looked up at you with a look that could only be called demonic, eyes almost blackened from lust. Nodding your head you watched as Doyoung maintained eye contact, flicking his tongue over your clit. You threw your head back against the pillow, no escape from his ruthless movements. Only able to arch your back, trying to get away to no avail.

Doyoung drank in all of your reactions, watching the way that you squirmed around, watching as moans dropped from your lips, swollen and red from how much you've bitten them trying to hide your noises. Watching the rise of your chest as you breathed heavily, having no where to run from his tongue's assault on your cunt.

Doyoung was enjoying your reactions, but you felt as if your body was on fire. Cunt sensitive due to the many denied orgams, and your next orgasm fast approaching. You arched your back desperately trying to get nay more sensation, praying that he would let you cum finally. As he backed away from your cunt causing your 6th orgasm to fade you started to cry, tears running down your face.

"Y-yellow." Hearing you say that Doyoung instantly untied your legs, tossing the bar to the floor. Climbing over you he quickly released your wrists, leaning down to wipe some of your tears and place a kiss on your lips to help calm you down.

"What do you want baby?" Doyoung's sweet tone was completely different from the cocky, abrasive one he was using during your punishment. The difference was soothing, remembering that he was just acting because of your punishment.

"Cum." Doyoung nodded his head, cupping your check gently as he wiped the strays tears that fell. You rubbed your face into his hand, the affection comforting after a cruel punishment.

"Okay baby. You've been such a good girl." Doyoung finally stripped off his pants and boxers. If you weren't already so fucked out you would've seen how hard his cock was, all of his flushed red and leaking precum from the tip. He was so hellbent on punishing you he had completely neglected himself, causing his cock to become the hardest it's been in a while.

Leaning over to his nightstand he went to grab a condom but stopped when you reached for his arm. "I want to feel you." You mumbled quietly, feeling a little embarrassed at your bluntness but Doyoung only smiled. He loved that you are comfortable enough to tell you what wanted.

"Okay baby. You deserve to be rewarded after your punishment." Doyoung held the base of his cock, hissing at the feeling. Leaning over you he slowly rubbed him against you cunt, gathering your essence over him before he pushed him in. A groan leaving his mouth as he pushed into your warmth, a choked gasp leaving yours at the sensation of finally being filled after an hour of teasing. "So good."

Doyoung held onto your waist to steady himself as he thrust into you, setting a slow pace not wanting to overwhelm you. This was all about making you feel good. His slow pace is borderline torturous, his cock dragging against your walls beautifully. Feeling every vein and ridge, the way his cock curves helping his tip rub over your g spot with every drag. Making you feel incredibly full.

Incessant moans left your mouth with every thrust, getting higher and higher in tone the closer that you got to your orgasm. The familiar feeling tension in your stomach approaching, almost painful in it's arrival. Doyoung intertwined your fingers, leaning closer to your ear to whisper in your ear.

"So good for me baby girl," His other hand trailed past your breast squeezing and pulling at your nipple, "Clenching around me you feel so good. Your pussy was made for my cock."

His hand continued moving down to your clit, rubbing soothing circles on it bringing you closer to the edge, "Such a good girl took your punishment so well." You felt yourself clamp down on his cock, drawing a moan out of both of you.

"Cum for me babygirl, you've been such a good girl." At his words you finally cam, eyes rolling back at the feeling of your orgasm. Doyoung nearly came at the sight, head leaned back as your tongue lolled out, your moans turning to whimpers as he fucked you into overstimulation. Pulling out he jerked himself quickly, cumming on your lower stomach.

Resisting the urge to fall on top of you Doyoung stood up and put on some sweatpants before walking to the bathroom to get a rag. Walking back to the room he wiped the cum off of you before tossing the rag onto the floor.

Climbing into bed he pulled the cover over the both of you before pulling you closer into his arms. Whispering sweet praises in your ear as you fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.

Maybe you're plan still worked after all.

"Why did neither of y'all stop her?" Taeyong groaned as they walked to the nearest ramen restaurant. After hearing the first moans all of the boys had abandoned the notion that y'all were joining them for dinner.

"It was funny." Johnny laughed as he wrapped his around Jaehyun.

"She actually paid me 5 bucks to do it."

"You got paid to do it?"

"I mean yea 5 bucks is 5 bucks."

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raeandwhatnot · 3 years

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Crazy Baking- Charlie Gillespie Imagine

Summary: You bake a cake with Charlie and Owen, and it gets a little crazy in the kitchen.

Prompt: "How the hell did you get cake batter on the ceiling?!" "Your guess is as good as mine.”

Warnings: a few minor swear words. (Platonic!Owen)

Words: 1.7k

Requests: open (x) closed ()

A/N: I found the word prompt from @promptsforthestugglingauthor! Also, sorry this one is a little shorter than my other imagines. I’m in the midst of doing finals, but enjoy this cute imagine!

“Hey, babe? Can you get the flour and sugar out for me, please?” I ask Charlie while setting two medium sized bowls on the counter. Charlie, Owen, and I are baking a cake for Madison’s surprise birthday party tonight. Savannah is planning it all, and I have no idea why she had Charlie and Owen in charge of the cake because they are wild animals when they are together. Therefore, I offered to help because I want the cake to turn out good! Also, so that nothing catches on fire!

“Where is that again?” Charlie asks.

I turn my head to see where he was looking. He was just standing in the middle of the kitchen like a lost puppy. “It is in the pantry on the bottom shelf,” I point out. He nods his head and goes to the pantry.

As I was grabbing and plugging in the mixer, I hear the front door open. “Who’s ready to bake a cake!?” the sound of Owen’s voice comes from the living room. “Sorry I’m late, (Y/N)!”

“It’s okay, O. I was beginning to worry you were going to ditch us!” I joke.

“You know, it was really tempting, but I knew you would kill me if I didn’t come help,” Owen said as he set down his backpack on the couch before walking into the kitchen.

“Damn right she would have!” Charlie says, setting down the flower and sugar next to the mixing bowl.

“Alright!” I exclaim while clapping my hands. “Let’s get to baking! We can’t be late bringing in the cake for the party! I will mix the dry ingredients, Owen you will mix the wet ingredients, and Charlie you will put the two together. I will then pour it into the cake pan. Sound good?”

Charlie and Owen in sync solute and say, “Yes, ma’am!”

I chuckle at them being so alike. “Sweet! Let’s do this!” I say enthusiastically! I separated the wet and dry ingredients for Owen and I. “Oh, babe! Can you please preheat the oven to 350 for me, please?” I ask Charlie kindly.

“I sure can!” he says, skipping to the oven.

“Thank you!” I smile and start putting the dry ingredients together.

I suddenly feel big arms wrap around me from behind. “Of course, babe,” Charlie whispers in my ear and kisses my cheek. I blush at his actions. I hear Owen gag beside me as Charlie was being lovey dovey to me.

“Oh, shut up Owen!” I exclaim as I whisk the ingredients.

“Aw, does Owen need some love, too?” Charlie asks in a baby voice, unwrapping his arms around me to wrap his arms around Owen instead.

Owen immediately tries to get Charlie off of him as he is trying to mix his wet ingredients. “Ew, no! Get off of me!” Owen complains.

Charlie laughs as he attempts to hold on to Owen, but he fails as Owen pushed him away. “Fine then!” Charlie scoffs and fold his arms like a child. “I’ll go back to (Y/N). Don’t complain about not getting loves when you don’t want them!” I giggle at them being so dramatic. Charlie walks back to me, wraps his arms around my waist, and snuggles in my neck.

“You guys are ridiculous!” I say. “Are you done with your mixing?” I ask Owen.

“Almost!” Owen replies as he mixes more.

“Sweet,” I whisper. “I’m going to run to the restroom real quick. Once Owen is done mixing, Charlie you can put the dry and wet bowls into the bigger bowel. I’ll be right back. Please, don’t make a mess!” I instruct as I take off the apron that was around my torso.

“Okay, okay!” Charlie says, raising his hands in defense. I grab him by the shoulder and place a kiss on his cheek and walk to the bathroom

“She is quite demanding today,” I hear Owen whisper.

“When is she not?” Charlie whispers back.

I roll my eyes and shout, “I heard that!” I then hear them snicker at my response. I reach the bathroom that was attached to my bedroom and shut the door. I use this time to check my phone and look at my notifications. I saw that Savannah texted that we were going to set up her apartment for the party around 5:30. I looked at the time to see it was 3:00, so thank goodness we have time for the cake to cool down for a bit before we have to leave. Plus, I still have to get ready.

Suddenly, I could hear the boys laughing along with a couple of clanking noises. I can’t help but think they are messing around. I finish up in the bathroom, wash my hands, and walk back to the kitchen. As soon as I walk in, Charlie and Owen were wrestling on the couch in the living room. I notice there were a couple of spills around the large bowl that Charlie used to mix the dry and wet ingredients, and they also poured the batter into the cake pan for me. “Guys!” I shout to get their attention. They both instantly stop at my voice. “Why are you wrestling? You could have put the cake in the oven!”

Owen stands up first, “He started it!”

Charlie slaps Owen’s thigh, “I did not!”

“Yes, you did! You started to attack me when I said I was going to-“ Owen starts to say before Charlie hits him again.

“Dude!” Charlie says through his teeth as he stands up next to Owen.

I place my hands on my hips. “You were going to what?” I ask seriously.

“Nothing!” Owen squeaks and walks back into the kitchen. “Here, let me put the cake in the oven.” He opens the oven door, carefully puts in the cake in the oven, shuts the oven door, and turns on a timer for 35 minutes.

“Owen,” I say as I grab his arm to face me. “What did you guys do?” I ask sternly. Owen then just looks up. I hear Charlie let out a frustrated sigh. I look up as well to see cake batter on the ceiling. "How the hell did you get cake batter on the ceiling?!"

"Your guess is as good as mine,” Charlie sighs.

“Yeah, we were messing around, and next thing we know, there’s batter on the ceiling! I was about to tell you, but then Charlie over here didn’t want to tell you. One of us was going to just clean it up, so we were wrestling to see who would clean it up,” Owen explains.

“We’re sorry, (Y/N),” Charlie apologizes.

“Honestly, it’s okay,” I reassure. “I’m not upset at all! I thought you guys broke something. This is nothing!” Both Charlie and Owen let out a relieved sigh. I grab two rags from a drawer and hand it to the them. “But you guys are both cleaning it up.”

They both chuckle. “I got the ceiling,” Owen says, slapping the rag on Charlie’s shoulder. They wet their rags and soak it in dish soap to clean up their mess.

As they do so, I put away all the ingredients we used as well as put the measuring cups, tablespoons and teaspoons, bowls, and whisks into the sink. I turn towards the boys. Owen got a chair and was wiping the ceiling. Charlie had finished wiping the counters as he was drying them with a paper towel. “Thank you, guys. See how officiant that was without wrestling?” I smile.

“Yeah, yeah,” Owen sighs. “But wrestling is just so fun!”

“Mmm, I don’t know about that. The horseplay made a mess in the first place!” I say.

“Okay? You know wrestling is fun,” Charlie winks as he pinned me against the counter I was leaning on. I shake my head and playfully push his chest. Next thing I know, Charlie picks me up by the waist and throws me over his shoulder. I screeched as I was now upside down! He jogs over to the living room before he throws me on the couch. Through my protests to let me down, I could hear Charlies contagious laugh. He pins me down by straddling my hips and starts to tickle me. I try to kick Charlie off, but it was no use!

“Mercy! Mercy!” I scream through my giggles. “Th-this isn’t wr-wrestling! This i-is tor-rcher!” I could barely speak through my laughter.

Charlie finally stops tickling me before plopping his full body onto mine, his face nuzzling into my neck. “I’m sorry for making a mess in your kitchen. I know you’re stressed about making the cake and wanting the party to be nice,” he whispers.

I move my head to give Charlie a kiss at the top of his head, “It’s okay, babe.”

Suddenly, I feel even more pressure on my body as Owen jumps on top of Charlie. Charlie and I let out a groan because of Owen’s weight.

“Owen! Get your fat ass off of me!” Charlie exclaims right into my ear.

“You’re not the one being squished! I’m under here, too!” I say.

“But you guys are comfy!” Owen whines.

“OWEN!” Charlie and I shout at the same time.

I could physically hear the sound of Owen rolling his eyes. “You guys are no fun,” Owen huffs before getting off of Charlie who then got off of me. I let out a deep breath as I could now breathe properly. Charlie holds out his hand to help me stand up. As I stood up, Charlie pulls me close to him to give me a sweet kiss. I hum in the kiss before I pull away.

“I’m going to let you guys hang out, so I can get ready for the party,” I announce.

“Sounds good, babe,” Charlie smiles. I give him a kiss on the cheek. When I pulled away from Charlie’s grip to walk to my bedroom, he smacks my butt. This causes me to squeal a little bit as I was not expecting him to do that in front of Owen. I could feel my cheeks get warm and I walked faster to my bedroom. Charlie giggled at my reaction. I could hear Owen making a comment at how gross we were.

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arctickat2400 · 3 years

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Anniversary <> Zayn Malik

It was your 1 year Anniversary since you and Zayn have been together and you couldn’t be happier. You were currently sitting on the couch, awaiting the time to come for you to get ready.

Zayn had said he had a surprise for you tonight, but as always, he kept it a secret and refuses to tell you. You loved surprises, especially if they're from Zayn, but you hate being left in suspense.

This morning, when you had woken up, Zayn was already gone at work, but you had gotten a text from him.

Happy Anniversary, Kitten. Can’t wait for tonight and I can tell you can’t either. I’ll see you at 7. I love you.

Zayn’s text read and you couldn’t hold back a smile. You texted back, returning the Happy Anniversary and the I love You. And, as much as you wanted to spend your entire anniversary with your boyfriend, you couldn’t ‘cause he had work.

So you spent your day around the house, having a kind of lazy day. You had gotten a few sweet texts from Zayn and a call or two from him. He had video called you because he “wanted to see your beautiful face,'' his words exactly. The boys were around him, too, and greeted you with a Happy Anniversary, Y/N, or something along those lines. The boys had given you and Zayn your privacy until Zayn had to go to the studio. You exchanged I love you’s as you both went your separate ways.

Zayn was picking you up around 7 to bring you to the first part of your surprise and you couldn’t wait. You sat anxiously yet excitedly on the couch watching Riverdale in your red and black pj short shorts and a thin sweater as you waited for the time to arrive.

It’s been awhile since you started watching your tv show and you’ve gone through many episodes. You picked up your phone to check the time and you saw it was 5:50. Oh no, I’m gonna be so late. You thought to yourself. You still had to shower, dry, curl and fix up your hair, pick out an outfit and shoes all before Zayn got home.

You paused your tv show, throwing the blanket that covered you off from over you and jumped up, taking your phone and went to search for clothes.

Once you had gotten to your bathroom after finding a pair of underwear and some extra clothes for when you got out of the shower, it was already 6 by the time you turned on the shower. You turned on some music, the boys music because you couldn’t get enough of it.

You sang in the shower as you washed through your hair and cleansed your body. After about 10 minutes, you turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around you. You stepped out of the shower and walked to the bathroom counter. After brushing through your wet hair, you put it up into a braid and began to dry yourself off. You changed into your underwear, tank top and denim short shorts and you checked the time. 6:15.

You let your hair down from your braid, brushing through it once again and beginning to dry it. After, you curl your hair and made perfect bouncy curls that fell over your shoulders. You would have put on makeup like any girl would do for a date, but Zayn hated when you wore makeup, and you did too. So, you never put any on. Maybe a little bit of acne cream and concealer to cover up some barely visible red spots, but that was the maximum amount of makeup you ever used.

It was around 6:35 when you had gotten done with your hair and everything that needed to be done in the bathroom and you walked into your connected bedroom and to your rather large walk in closet. You turned to your side and looked through your dresses. You tried to choose between a short pink and white floral dress with a puffy skirt and a white strapless dress that was longer on your right side and shorter on your left with diamonds outlining the corset that was quite thin and showed off our curves that Zayn like quite a lot. In the end, though you loved both dresses, you went with your favorite, the white dress.

You undressed out of your shorts and tank top and shimmied into your dress and easily zipped it up at the back. You knelt down by your wide variety of shoes and choose between black high heels with a bow strap on it or black strap wedged sandals, you chose the high heels with the bow. It went better with your dress, the white and black going together perfectly.

You slid them on and added a simple heart necklace that Zayn had given you for your birthday along with an anklet that was lined with crosses. You added a few rings that you wore almost 24/7 and you grabbed your phone. 6:55. Right on time.

You go downstairs just as you hear someone coming through the door. You stood on top of the stairs as you look down towards the front door to see Zayn there. He turns around, looking up, and his eyes widen, a spark igniting in his that showed absolute love and astonishment.

“Y/N, my love, you cannot look more beautiful.” Zayn told, a smile on his face as one crawls to your face along with a bright red blush coming to your cheeks. You descend down the stairs as Zayn makes his way to you.

You hadn’t seen him this morning, so you hadn’t seen what he was dressed in. And on your video call earlier, you hardly noticed what he had been wearing. He wore dark black skinny jeans, a white button up shirt and a black sportcoat with a little red handkerchief in the top left pocket. You hated when Zayn or any guy dressed in nice clothes like dress pants or whatever, but what Zayn was wearing, it was what you called nice clothes and you loved it.

You reached the bottom of the stares and Zayn’s eyes never left yours. “You’re not too bad yourself.” You smiled to Zayn as he took your hand in his and spun you around to get a good look from all angles. You giggled as he spun you into his, wrapping his arms around him.

“Happy Anniversary, baby. I know I already said it, but I wanted to tell you in person.” Zayn told you, smiling as he stared you seductively into your eyes, his face mere centimeters from yours. You just laughed softly, setting your hands on either side of Zayn’s cheeks as he leaned you back in his strong arms and pressed his lips against yours. You smiled into the kiss as he did so.

Zayn brought you back up and held you against him still as he looked you in the eye.

“You ready to go, princess?” He asked sweetly. You nodded as he pressed his lips against your forehead, took your hand in his and lead you to the car. You pulled into what looks like the front of a super expensive restaurant. There were some men in uniforms waiting outside, maybe valet’s, as you pulled up beside them. Zayn was first to jump out of the car as you got ready to get out of the car yourself. Zayn ran to the other side of the car, handing his keys to the valet, and opened your door for you, holding his hand out for you to take. You obliged as you smiled, stepping out of the car, entwining your arm with Zayn’s as the valet drove off with your car.

As Zayn led you up to the restaurant, it looked familiar to you, and you realized it was Galvin at Windows, a very expensive modern French restaurant that you’ve always wanted to go to. Yes, Zayn of course has a lot of money, but this was the kind of place you go to for a special event, and it was your anniversary. You were so happy that Zayn brought you here.

“Zayn, this is amazing,” You paused looking around as you walked inside the beautiful place. “I can’t believe you got a reservation here.” It was also a very busy place, so it was hard to get a reservation, especially on a Friday night.

“Well, I had to bring my very special girl to a very special place. And I knew how much you’ve been wanting to come here.” He smiled at you as he covered you hand with his, the hand that was set on his arm. You just leaned up and pressed your lips against his cheek.

Being the next in line, you walk up to the stand where the host, a woman in a fancy dress stood, looking up at you two with a sweet smile.

“Good evening, do you have a reservation?” The host greeted and asked. Zayn just smiled back as you smiled up at him.

“Yes, Mr. And Mrs. Malik, please.” Is all he said, and you could’ve sworn his smile grew just a bit bigger. You were confused about the name he put our reservation under. You guys weren’t married, not even engaged. Not yet at least. Maybe it was just easier to say that. You decided not to ask just yet.

“Here you are,” The host grinned, looking down at her iPad with all her reservation information on it. She took two menus, looking back up at us, saying, “Please, follow me.” As she turned, you and Zayn followed hand in hand as she led you two outside under lots a gorgeous lights at the back balcony of the restaurant, giving you an amazing view of the ocean. It was the perfect evening, perfect temperature, not dark just yet, but it was just beautiful.

“It’s beautiful, Zayn. I can’t believe this. We just got here and it’s already been an amazing night.” You told him as you made eye contact with him after looking around your surroundings.

“Well, it’s all for you. And this is just the beginning. And have I told you how beautiful you look tonight? I could just look at you all night.” Zayn smiled towards you, staring into you blue eyes that went quite well with your dress. You just blushed and Zayn couldn’t hold back a slight chuckle at how adorable he thinks you are.

You both look at your menus as your waiter comes by to take your drink orders. You both simply order waters. As you wait for the waiter to come back, you decide to ask Zayn about his choice of reservation named.

“So, Zayn,” You start, leaning your chin on the palm of your hand. “So, Y/N,” Zayn smiles, mimicking your movements. You just giggle, repositioning yourself.

“Anyways,” You sang. “What about that reservation name? What’s that all about?” You question him as you stare into each other's eyes. Zayn just chuckles as he looks down, an uncommon blush coming to his cheeks.

“It’s nothing. I just thought it’d be easier than anything else. And, we’re a couple, so why not?” Zayn answers, leaving a suspicious smile on your lips. You could tell it was something more than that. Just then, the waiter comes back with your waters and a bottle of champagne, which you don’t remember ordering. You both say thank you to the waiter as he asks for your meal orders. You wanted something simple, so you both ordered a burger. They were supposed to be really good and you hoped it would live up to your expectations.

About 10 minutes later, the waiter came back with your meal. After the first bite, you couldn’t get enough of it. It was amazing and probably one of the best burgers you’ve ever had. Throughout dinner, you and Zayn just made conversation about random things, life, the future, stuff you two usually like to talk about. You had already gone through the entire bottle of champagne and for dessert, you and Zayn shared a sweet, rich red velvet slice of cake with chocolate frosting on it. As was the rest of the meal, it was delicious.

After getting the check, and begging Zayn to let you help pay, though of course he didn’t let you, Zayn asked, “You ready to go, princess?” He asked with a suspiciously excited smile on his lips.

“For what?” You ask as Zayn stands and walks to you, taking your hand and lifting you from your chair.

“For the second part of your surprise, of course.” He smiled at you, and you just blushed as Zayn led you outside, hand in hand, where your car was waiting. Zayn opened your door for you after getting the keys from the valet as he ran to his side and started the car, driving off to the unknown.

You stare out the window, wondering where Zayn could possibly be bringing you, as he held your hand in his. Once in a while, a cute or funny thought would come to your mind and you would smile or quietly giggle. Little did you know, Zayn would look at you with a sincere and adoring smile on his face.

You begin to realize where you were and your surroundings, and you saw a little ways ahead the sand and the ocean. You smiled, knowing Zayn was bringing you to your favorite place: the beach.

Zayn takes your hand as you two walk around the beach together, you clutching onto his arm and leaning your head on his shoulder

You walk along the beach barefoot for awhile until your notice the darkness overcoming the sky and the sunset was arriving. Just then, a little in the distance, you see a few people, even though it’s about 9 at night and people aren't usually at the beach past 8. But, as you walked closer, you recognized the people to be the boys, Harry, Louis, Liam and Niall. They stood next to a burning fire beside a heart shape made of red rose petals. This was certainly a surprise to you.

You looked up to Zayn who had a calm, yet happy smile on his face and stared at you sweetly. He led you to the fire and the boys as you let go of Zayn and ran to the boys with a huge smile on your face.

“Guys, this is beautiful. Who did this?” You questioned as you hugged each of the boys, starting with Niall and going down the line, them all whispering sweet things in your ear like Happy Anniversary or whatever.

You got down the line and when you wanted to hug Harry, you realized he had disappeared somewhere without you noticing.

“Y/N,” You heard Zayn’s soft quiet voice as you turn around from the boys to see him holding a bouquet of red roses, your favorite. You see Harry beside him about to walk away back to the rest of the boys. Harry had a sweet smile on his as he stared at you lovingly. You eyes meet with Zayn’s again as you walked to him, him meeting you halfway.

“Zayn, you did this?” You questioned, though knowing the answer. You knew the boys were watching, but you couldn’t care less. At that moment, it was as if it was only you and Zayn left in the world.

Zayn handed you the roses as tears build up in your eyes. You smell the roses with a smile on your face, but you realize something different about your flowers. There’s a fake one. You look up at him confused.

“Why is there a fake one?” You asked and Zayn set his hands on your waist.

“When the last rose dies, that’s when I’ll stop loving you. Maybe even after then.” He smiled and shrugged at that last part. You just giggled.

“Zayn,” Is all you said as Louis game up to you and took the roses from you to keep them safe. You thank him and turn back to Zayn, his hands still set on your waist, as you lean up, wrapping your arms around his neck, and he presses his lips to yours.

“They’re beautiful, Zayn. This is all just gorgeous. Thank you so much. And you did this all for me. I can’t believe I was blessed with such an amazing, generous, and handsome, may I add, boyfriend.” You tell him, your hands locked around his neck, his arms around you waist as he held you close. He chucked at the last part of your sentence.

“Well, I’m happy to say that this night isn’t over just yet, my love.” Zayn smiled down at you. You slipped out of each other's grasp as Niall came up and discreetly gave something to Zayn, so fast you didn’t see what it was. Niall places he friendly kiss to your cheek, a blush coming to your cheeks. You turn around towards the boys as Niall reunited with them.

You give your best friends a confused look and they all just smile at you and gesture for you to turn around. You do as commanded and what you saw made you breathless, throwing your hands over your mouth to stifle your oncoming cries. Zayn was knelt down on one knee, a beautiful ring held out in front of him towards you. The tears now started streaming down your cheeks.

“Zayn,” Is all you could say as Zayn began to speak.

“(Your Full Name), I love you so much, and I’ve loved you since the day I laid eyes on you almost 2 years ago. I know you like the back of my hand, and I know you know me better than I know myself. I can’t think of anyone better to live my life with. And I know if you ever left me, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself, because Y/N, I can’t live without you. You make me so happy and I know I want to live the rest of my life with you. There are so many things I love about you that I just can’t live without. Your laugh brightens my day even on the worst of days. You smile make me so happy, I could look at it all day. Your eyes, I can’t tell you how much I love your eyes. Your eyes bring me to your very soul and they tell your whole story just by looking into them. I could go on and on about how much I love you, but I have my entire life to do that, to make sure you know how much I love you and to make sure your know how beautiful you are, inside and out. I want to spend my entire life with you, have kids with you, take care of you when you’re sick, and give you an extraordinary life. So, (Your Full Name), my love, my one and only, will you let me love you for the rest of our lives, let me hold you in my arms forever? Will you marry me?” Zayn says, and you were almost to the point of bawling at this point. And, of course, you would refuse to say no.

You start nodding, slowly as it gradually sped up. “Yes. Yes, Zayn, of course I’ll marry you!” You screamed that last part.

Zayn stands with a huge smile on both your faces as he presses his lips against yours in a gentle, but passionate kiss, the best you’ve ever had in your entire life. Zayn leans you back in his arms as if it was the last move in a dance number, his lips on yours, as you are held in his embrace.

Zayn lifts you up, releasing your lips as he holds you close. He takes the ring and places it on your ring finger. He looks up into your eyes, his sweet, sincere smile giving you butterflies in your stomach, the feeling that you’ve felt everyday since you’ve met him. He brings you into a tight, sweet hug as you nuzzle your nose into his neck, him nuzzling his nose into your hair.

“I love you so much, Y/N.” Zayn whispers. You couldn't hold back that smile.

“I love you, Zayn, forever. Thank you so much, for tonight and the life you will give me.” You tell him as you back away slightly, your hands on the back of his head as you smooth your fingers through his hair. He stares into your eyes adoringly.

Suddenly, you both hear sniffles from behind you. You both laugh as you turn around in Zayn’s embrace, him looking up over you at the boys staring at you two with smiles on their faces. Louis and Harry were on the verge of tears, Niall was already in tears and Liam was just being his strong normal self as he stared at you two sweetly, his arms crossed over his chest.

You give them all hugs, thanking them for everything they did to help Zayn for that night. You ran back into Zayn’s arms as he swung you around, placing another kiss to your lips. During the kiss, he picks you up bridal style like you’ve seen in the movies as you giggle into the kiss. Zayn brings you home, the generous boys that they are, taking care of everything at your spot on the beach.

The good day you were having turned into the best night of your life, well so far. And you knew you’d have many amazing moments with your new fiancé and soon to be Husband Zayn.

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