#just gotta give it a little patience and a little hope and an open mind

[napping-sapphic]

I wanna be held and comforted... a girlfriend sounds so nice, but I'm afraid I'd be too much of a bother or unstable or have too many problems with my chronic pain :(

Mmm i think a lot of people feel that way! And I also think it’s easier than you think for people to accept your flaws. It’s easy to get in your own head about it and like i do it all the time too but also i know it’s easy for me to love and work around my friends’ flaws so i think it’s only fair that i give them a chance to do it as well

[tiredmamaissy]

Ralak te Sepawn ieyk’itan: Special Episode VI 

Labor of Love - Part II

Masterlist ; Rut/Heat/Knotting Info

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Hyperlinks are attached to specific paragraphs that when clicked on will lead you to its illustration by Ralak's insanely talented creator @zestys-stuff. Thank you so much for allowing me to play around with your characters!

Characters: Metkayina!Ralak (25) x Sully!Omaticaya!Reader (20) featuring Metkayina!Zu’té (29)

Warnings: zero smut, angst angst angst, mention of past trauma, expletives, pregnancy, contractions, heavily described labour, blood, mild physical violence, reader is really going through it, ralak is too but he'll be alright i promise, brother!neteyam makes a star appearance, cute family fluff, let me know if i forgot anything

Word Count: 6.5k

Requested: Yes || No

Author’s Note: Hope you're enjoying your tour in angst town...we're almost finished. You could say we're nearing the final attraction, so continue to keep your seatbelts buckled. lol why am i like this? anyways... please don't hate me for this chapter, and i will try my best to get the next one out quicker so you guys can get some closure lool :)

Synopsis: You didn't plan for things to turn out this way. But no amount of denial can make reality go away...

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And when Ralak sees it, he almost caves in on himself. His mask of indifference—of intimidation, cracks. Hell, it shatters. Into thousands of pieces, scattered at his feet. Tonowari’s previous right hand. The banished.  His karyu.

Time chips by at a torturous pace. You spend the first hour sitting on the beach, eating some fruit whilst watching what your brothers get up to. Neteyam, of course, is bearing most of the responsibility whilst Lo’ak and Tuk are taking a more easy approach to the day. Mom and dad made sure to leave them with a list of things to get done whilst they’re away—number one being to keep an eye on their sisters. 

Number one, check. 

All that floods your mind is your mate and if he’s okay. You try to process everything he’s said but it’s all too much to wrap your head around. All too new. Your brothers aren’t much help either, as they claim to be ‘out the loop’ as much as you are. You know it's bullshit, and probably just another thing that they’ve been ordered to keep from you so as not to ‘stress you out’. 

Regardless, it’s all you can think about. 

Until you feel your son do a flip in your womb, big enough to make you gasp. Your hands immediately fly to your belly, feeling around to gauge his position. A pressure begins to grow against your bladder. One so intense it presses into your tailbone too. The pads of your fingers sink into the skin, tapping around as you make out a leg, then a knee. A hand to the left. 

Is he…head down? You think to yourself. 

“Everything alright?” Neteyam asks, concern wrinkling his forehead.  

“Hm?” You look up, seeing the outline of his silhouette in front of the sun. 

“You okay? You’re…you look a little—”

“Oh, yeah. Everything’s fine. He’s moving a lot today.” You smile, catching Tuk excitedly running over in the corner of your eye. 

“Really? Can I feel? Please?” She squeals excitedly, falling to her knees in the sand next to you. 

“Of course, Tuk.” You smile, and place her hand on top of your stomach, right where his foot is. Only a few seconds pass by until your son gives Tuk a strong kick, making her mouth open with glee. 

“Wow! Tey, you gotta feel this!” Tuk exclaims, tugging your brother by the hand so he’s next to you too. Neteyam looks at you, unsure if you’re okay with it. You nod with a gentle smile, tugging his hand over to the other side of your stomach. His hand hovers as he hesitates for a moment, this is his first time feeling his nephew move. He gives you a final look, and gently rests his hand on your belly

A few moments pass and nothing. 

“Aww, he stopped moving.” Tuk sighs with a pout. 

“Patience, Tuk.” You whisper, feeling him kick on cue. Her face lights up with a beaming smile and Neteyam seems to be in awe with wide eyes and slightly parted lips. 

“Woah, y/n. Your tummy’s getting hard.” Tuk says innocently, looking at her brother to see if he feels it too. 

“Hm?” You hum, feeling a bit spaced out and achy.   

“It is.” Neteyam lets go and keeps his hands to himself, feeling like he’s invading your personal space. A heat floods your back, and you feel your thighs spasm. You begin to groan, holding your breath until the strange feeling subsides. “Hey. You okay?” 

You nod, finally release your breath, and hear Tuk’s excited voice. “It’s all soft now!” 

“All good.” You smile, but Neteyam doesn’t seem convinced at all. “Ronal says they are normal. They aren’t the real thing. Mom had them with Tuk, remember?” 

Neteyams' features soften as he nods, prying his little sister's hands off of you. “Ease up now, Tuk.” 

“Sorry, sis.” She says quietly, ears laying flat to her head. 

“Nothing to be sorry about.” You say as you roll to your side to get up, shamelessly using Neteyam to gain some momentum. “Think it’s time for me to take a walk, though.” 

“Yes, sure. Where are we going?” Neteyam asks, ready to accompany you anywhere.

“I’m going down to the rocks.” You emphasise on the first word, making it clear you need some alone time after being babysat all day. “I think Lo’ak needs some help with the net.”

Neteyam and Tuk look over to see their brother struggling with a tangled fishing net, and turn back to see that you’re already waddling down the beach. 

——

Suddenly, Ralak’s back inside of his family marui pod on his iknimaya night. Trapped. Small. Powerless. Cornered by a person he once looked up to. A person he trusted. Manipulated by her heat— her pheromones. A crime punishable by banishment. Forced to give, forced to receive. A betrayal he’ll never forget. A face he swore to himself that he would never see again. 

No wonder they ‘demanded’ his presence.

Tonowari and Ronal lose their colour when their eyes land on her. It’s been so many years. They quickly look over to Ralak, who is seemingly falling to pieces where he stands. The expression on his face is no short of pure shock and… terror. Truthfully, the last time they’d seen such an expression on his face was the deaths of his parents and spirit brother. Jake and Neytiri aren’t aware of what’s going on, but they know it must be serious for Ralak to be so…expressive. 

They can even see his shoulders heave from how hard he’s breathing, and how his face of terror quickly morphs into something of fury. Tonowari notices the way he tightens his grip on his weapon, and his eyes as they gloss over red with rage. It takes a lot to make this man blind with anger. Tonowari knows if he doesn't step in now that this could turn sour in the blink of an eye. 

——

Two.

Releasing a shaky exhale, you begin your walk back to your siblings. That was the second ‘practice’ contraction you’ve had since starting your walk, and your third since coming here with your brothers. Your waddle is becoming more sluggish with each step and the fire in your back is beginning to burn hotter rather than fade out. 

“Not now, little one.” You whisper as you caress your bump. “…please.” 

Weariness sets in as you make it halfway back, making you perch on your knees to take a break. The fire spreads from your back to your thighs, and up your stomach. You brace yourself for the tight feeling, holding your breath in the base of your chest. You grumble a little, swaying side to side until it passes, which thankfully doesn’t take more than a few seconds. 

Three.

Finally making it back to the beach, you see Neteyam and Lo’ak hauling a few sacks on their backs, with Tuk skipping behind them. You overhear Lo’ak trying to convince Neteyam to let him be with the other warriors, and Neteyam reminding him of your parents orders. They stop mid sentence when they hear your heavy, muffled footsteps, taking one look at you and knowing that something isn’t right. Lo’ak in particular, to your surprise. 

“Damn. You look exhausted.” Lo’ak says, earning a jab in the rib by Neteyams elbow. “What? She looks like she’s about to pass out.” 

“You can’t say that to a pregnant woman, skxawng [idiot].” Neteyam hisses.

“It’s fine. He’s not wrong.” You say, tail dragging low and heavy behind you. Ralak still clouds your mind, and you’re eager to know if he’s back yet. “I want to go home now. I really need to lie down.” 

Neteyam just nods, understanding that something deeper is going on. “I will take you.” 

“I got it, bro.” Lo’ak interjects, plunking the sack off his back and onto the ground.  

“Stay with Tuk.” Neteyam orders, clicking for his skimwing. 

“Why don’t you stay with Tuk?” Lo’ak snaps back. 

“Guys. Please?” You sigh, waddling towards the winged beast, throwing a leg over its tough back. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Come ‘teyam.” Neteyam smirks, making the bond with the beast and mounting it in one swift move. 

As you arrive at your marui, you see Zu’té at the outside fire pit, concentrating on not burning yet another type of meat-on-a-stick. Hearing your arrival, Zu’té turns and acknowledges your presence. He puts down the sizzling meat on a leaf, allowing the fire to continue to burn as he begins to make his way over to collect you. Neteyam and him exchange glances and silent greetings, and suddenly the air is thick. 

“Right…I’m going up. Thank you, tey. See you.” You say out of breath, giving him a quick hug.

“Let me—” Neteyam begins.

“No, I’m okay.” You cut off your brother, hualing yourself off the tsurak. 

“Right. Kìyevame [see you again soon]. If you need me, send your watchdog.” He speaks clearly, holding you by the wrist to steady you as you get off. 

“I will, tey.” You chuckle lightly and make your way to the marui. Neteyam waits patiently, making sure you get in safely. 

Zu’té is only half way there when you reach the bottom step, already offering his arm for the stairs. You sigh and shake your head, hurriedly climbing the stairs as fast as your swollen ankles will allow it. For some reason, his gesture really annoys you. Your mood is off and you feel queasy and achy—like your entire body is throbbing. 

All you want is for everyone around you to stop babying you, and let you be alone for the rest of the day. 

“I got it.” Your voice strains as you wobble ahead, leaving Zu’té and your brother behind. Neteyam remains silent for some time, locking eyes with Zu’té. 

‘Keep a close eye.’ Neteyam signs with disquiet wrinkling his forehead. Zu’té gives him a puzzled look at first, but slowly nods when he successfully deciphers the message. Neteyam nods as well and dives underwater. 

By the time Zu’té gets to the bottom step, you’re already at the top, clutching onto the railing as you lean forward in pain. You couldn’t even make it into the pod without another hitting you so soon. You take a few deep breaths rather than holding it in, waiting until the tight feeling subsides. 

Four.

Zu’té darts up the stairs to your side, offering a hand in support only to be swatted away. “What is it?”

“It is nothing.” You catch your breath and insist that it was nothing—because it was nothing, right?

His brows furrow in disbelief, a look of concern washing over his face. Zu’té allows his eyes to fall to your bulging, veiny belly for the first time, taking in the sight. “You were in pain.”

“I’m fine.” You’re short with him, stony eyes staring into his.

“Someone once told me no good comes from pretending that things don’t hurt.” 

“Well nothing’s happening until my husband is back. Okay?” You try to remain nonchalant, to believe your own words. 

He simply stares down at you for a bit, analysing your facial expression. Despite your stone cold facade, he can easily  see the fear etched into your features. Fear that this baby may come before Ralaks return and that if you allow yourself to accept reality, then it may really come true. He glances down at your hand still stuck to the side of your stomach and swallows, looking back up to you. 

“Understood.” 

“Right. Now...” You huff, contemplating if you should say what you want to say. You feel like telling him to back off—to give you some space. But he’s obviously just making sure you’re okay. “...I need to lie down. Just, keep an eye out for—” 

“My brother? Sure. Rest well.” 

——

“Ay’ana.” 

The Olo’eyktan lets out a lengthy growl, earning a look from the traitor herself. 

“Waari.” She sings with a grin, shifting her leer to his mate behind him. “Ronal.” Her eyes fall to her swollen belly, “You are expecting…again.” 

It wasn’t a, ‘congratulations’ either, no. But rather a ‘I see that you are the most vulnerable.’

Ronal scowls, hissing through her teeth. Tonowari steps in front of his mate, blocking her from Ay’ana’s view. 

It was one thing to commit kawngkem [a crime; evil deed] and be banished for it, but it’s another to seek uturu with the enemy. She is no longer considered to be among the ‘banished’, but is now the ‘enemy’. 

Ay’ana looks behind Tonowari, not at Ronal, but at the two deeper skinned, slender na’vis. She scoffs, the corner of her mouth pulling into an evil smirk, revealing her sharpened teeth. Tonowaris eyes widen when he sees that she’s completely adapted to this vile peoples’ ways by putting a file to her teeth. Her eyes flick past them to the last person, the most important. 

“Ralak.” She slowly moans his name as she peers up at him with sultry eyes, allowing her tongue to glaze over her canines. “Such a pleasure.” Ralak winces, chest heaving violently as it fills with repulsion and loathing. “Ah. I remember you being quiet, but not this quiet. Nothing to say to your karyu?”

——

A couple hours have passed and the pain is enough to disrupt your rest. The sunlight dulls with each passing minute, casting a familiar orange hue into the marui. It comes in waves, rippling through you like a bolt of lightning striking the tallest tree in the forest. Making it hard to tell yourself that things are okay—making it hard to keep things quiet. 

“Agh!” You groan suddenly, feeling another jolt of electricity shoot up your spine. It stops you in your tracks, the tracks you’ve been burning into the floor with your constant, nervous pacing. You quiet down into a whisper, “...please wait for your sempu [daddy], my child.” 

“You—uhm.” You hear Zu’té clear his throat at the door, projecting his voice so that you can hear him through the curtain, “You alright in there?”

“Mmn—yes! Fine.” You grate out, making your way back to the bed to lie down. Your feet are so sore.

“Hungry?” He asks, food in hand in the case you were. 

“‘m not.” You try to speak up, but you’re still in the height of the contraction. 

He grits his teeth, leaning into the frame of the marui door. “I didn’t burn it this time.” 

You wish you could laugh, but you can’t even muster up the strength to raise your voice.

Zu’té lingers at the door quietly, knowing plain as day that you weren’t okay. “...what about water?” 

“No...I’ve got.” You say at a normal volume, finally released from the constraints of your pain. 

You begin closing your eyes in hopes that sleep may find you, even if it's just for a few minutes. Zu’té remains at the door for a moment longer, feeling so helpless and useless. He sinks back to the floor, putting down the meat and picking up a new, special piece to weave. 

Weaving passed the time, distracting him from the tiny sounds that managed to escape your mouth. 

Until night fell, and those tiny sounds morphed into deep, lengthy groans and high pitched wails. 

——

“Let us begin.” Tonowari speaks over Ay’ana, averting all attention back to their leader, another female that goes by the name of ‘Varang’. 

She’s almost grey in colour, embellished with a red headpiece that resembles something of an ikrans wings. Her eyes narrow as she looks straight at Tonowari, standing close to his height. 

“Let us.” She hisses with a smile, leading Tonowari to a smaller, private room sectioned by a leather curtain. She motions to Ay’ana to accompany her, leaving the rest of her men to stay with the others. Tonowari lets out a soft grunt, and grits his teeth. He knows he must choose, but his mate is heavy with child and Jake has no interest in leaving his mate in such a place alone. Therefore, he must choose his right hand—Ralak. He motions with a quick tilt of his head, prompting Ralak to clutch his weapon close to his chest and follow closely behind. 

——

“Y/n.” Zu’té’s at the curtain again, half considering to pull it back and come in on his own terms. But he would never invade your privacy like that. And by the sounds of it, things are picking up. “Do you need the healer?”

“No!” You shout out of breath, wobbling to the door with a hand clutching your stomach. You lean all your weight against the wall, knowing he’s on the other side waiting. “No healer.” 

You’re drenched in sweat, sliding down the wall to sit on the floor. He hears your back slide against the surface, and he mirrors your movements, sitting on the floor too. Only a wall sits between your backs, separating you two. 

“You’re in labour.” Zu’té speaks, his poor attempt at urging you to face reality.

You know that. Of course you know that. But you don’t want it to be true—you didn’t expect it to happen this way—you didnt want it to happen this way. You take a few deep breaths, concentrating on breathing through the remainder of this horrible feeling. And when it’s finally over, you rest your head against the wall and close your eyes—leaving silence to fill the air. 

Where are you, Ralak? 

——

The room is much smaller than the one they were in, equipped with some sort of table or workbench with a few spears and bows mounted on the wall. Ralak stands quietly behind Tonowari, as does Ay’ana to Varang. 

As they negotiate the terms of the treaty, Ay’ana keeps her eyes locked onto Ralak with a smug look on her face. Her hungry eyes wander, shamelessly taking in every inch of the man before her, surprised by how much he has changed. He’s much bigger, more filled out in his warrior attire. His muscles—more defined, thicker. His skin—calloused and scarred. Inked, unlike before.

And as her eyes trail down the line between his abs they lay upon the six stripes that peak out over the band of his loincloth. Her eyes widen and glisten with greed before darting back up to his face, meeting his eyes that bore into her fearlessly. 

What’s worse is that she can see that his mind is elsewhere. 

That his mind runs on you. You’re all he’s been thinking about since he stepped off the reef. He feels deep in his heart that something isn’t right back home. That you need him. That perhaps, you’re calling for him right now, swollen and heavy with his child. 

And it bothers her. 

“It is decided, then.” Tonowari speaks in a confident tone.

“Yes, it is.” Varang’s smile is uncanny as she unsheaths a small, double edged knife from her hip. 

She grabs Tonowari by the hand, placing the blade in the middle of his palm, and closes his fingers around it. She rips it from his hand, drawing blood, and then hands Tonowari the knife and gives him her hand. He returns the unsettling act, slitting her palm. She keeps a smile on her face, locking hands with him until their blood combines and drips to their feet. 

Supposedly, it is a method of establishing some level of trust between the two. Where each has the ability to do much greater harm, but makes the deliberate choice not to. Then, when blood has been drawn, it is mixed by bringing the hands together, sealing the treaty. 

“Bound by blood.” Varang whispers, letting go of his hand to bring hers to her mouth for a taste. 

She sighs and smiles, popping a thumb in her mouth before gesturing to him that they leave. Tonowari fights the flinch on his face, disturbed by her behaviour. Ay’ana stays back, watching the two leaders exit the room. But as Ralak is about to leave behind Tonowari, Ay’ana calls for him. 

——

Another couple agonising hours pass, and you’re constantly changing positions in hopes of finding some relief. Desperation sets in, making you beg the great mother herself to guide you through this. To bring your mate back home. But there’s still no sign of his return. The night dew settles on all the surfaces around you. Pacing no longer helps, leaving you to take refuge in your bed, panting and shivering. 

No matter how much you twist and turn, your stomach only tightens more. Deep groans rip past your lips to cope with the feeling—the pain shooting through your core. Beads of sweat roll off your body at an alarming rate, soaking the sheets on your bed. You feel him move further down, his head now sitting plush in your pelvis, creating an immense pressure that’s almost unbearable. His feet press into your ribs, and with each strained breath you begin to yearn for your mate more and more. For his comforting touch. For the bond.  

“Ralak…” 

——

“Ralak.” She sings, making him stop dead in his tracks. “A word.” 

His ears tuck back and he looks at Tonowari, who gives him a begrudged nod. Ralak sighs and turns around, fixing his mask of indifference tightly to his face. He remains silent, his hand practically bonded to his spear. 

“Still tight lipped, hm? Come now, tak. That is no way to treat your karyu.” She speaks in a condescending tone, approaching him warily. 

Ralak nearly takes the bait, a heat growing in his chest so hot it makes his jaw tense. How dare she call herself that? To taint such a word? He swallows, taking a single, deep breath to recenter himself as he looks away from her. 

“I have to admit.” She steps towards him, the crown of her head meeting the bow of his shoulder. “You have grown into a fine man. You are taller than me now.”  

Ralak just looks down at her, still as stone, his mind consumed with the fact that he could be on his way home to you but this…vile creature is keeping him away. But he will do what he needs to keep you safe, even if it means to tolerate this for the time being. 

With no reaction, Ay’ana grows frustrated and begins circling him, a single finger tracing around his body. 

“You know…My body still yearns for you.” She speaks with a sultry voice, stopping at his side and bringing herself to the tips of her toes to whisper in his ear, “...especially when I’m in heat.”

For a second, Ralak succumbs to her tactics, the ones she used to use on him years ago. A memory, forcibly resurfaced, reminding him of the way she whispered in his ear on that night. It makes him feel so small. Impotent. But only for a second. Ralak recoils, stepping back to create distance between them. He towers over her, dwarfing this small, lanky woman, regaining his confidence and power. 

“Is that all?” He growls, looking her dead in the eye—facing his past with no fear. 

Facing the reason why he lived in a bottle before he met you. You. You. He can feel you. He can feel you yearn for him and he’s ready to come home to you. For this to be over. 

He’s too focused on you to even notice Ay’ana’s face of shock. Shock to know that she’s been releasing her pheromones this entire time and he’s been completely oblivious to them. Which only means one thing. 

“You’re mated.” She gasps. 

And he’s back. 

Staring at a mirror now that he is, too, in a state of shock. Ralak’s heart leaps out his chest, beating so hard that Ay’ana can hear it. How could she know that? He watches as a grin spreads across her face, ear to ear. She knows she’s got him now, despite the jealousy bubbling inside her. She could use this to her advantage—it didn’t matter to her that he’s called for, after all. 

“Using tsaheylu for such useless things.” She bellows a wicked laugh, which fades out when she sees an even more serious look on his face. A look that tells her he’s trying to mask something more, something deeper. “Oh? Is there more to it?” The twitch of his brows and quick flare to his nostrils reveals the truth. “I have to know. What is it, hm?” She nears him once more, two fingers walking up his chest. “Come now, you were never this hard to read.” 

Ralak remains silent, focusing on slowing his heart rate. 

“Is she ill?” She asks as she searches his eyes, fingers grazing across his quivering jawbone. “No, no. It’s not that.” She sighs, stepping closer and closer until his back hits the wall. He moves his head away from her touch, still looking her in the eye—refusing to be the first to break eye contact. Her eyes light up and her ears stand tall.

“She carries your child, doesn’t she?” Her eyes gloss over green with envy. “Pregnant.”

Ralak swallows his spit, the lump in the column of his throat quickly undulating. 

“There it is. I knew you would make strong babies.” Her hand slips down his chest, slithering over his abs and down to the twine of his loincloth, causing him to jolt. “Ralak.” She moans his name slowly, “Oh, Ralak. The last I see of you, you were barely covered in this vile ink with no one at your side…and now you are mated and a father to be.” Her fingers tickle the raised skin on his most intimate tattoo. “I have always longed to be bred by you.” Her fingers attempt to burrow themselves under the band of his loincloth.

“Enough.” He lets out a deep growl, shoving her away, dropping his weapon in doing so. She loses and quickly regains her balance in a few seconds, throwing herself on him. He grabs her by the wrists, restraining her with ease so that she can’t come any closer to him. 

“Perhaps we need to renegotiate the terms so that you are a part of them, yes?” Her voice is full of desperation, trembling as she strains against him. “How does that sound numeyu? You know we have a population problem, right? We could all use you.”

“I have no interest in being your stud.” Ralak spits, forcefully shoving her away, causing her to stumble back and for her head to hit the table. 

He moves quickly, picking up his spear off the ground and heading for the door. She lunges at him, dagger unsheathed from her hip and armed in her hand, whilst her other arm snakes around his throat to pull him onto the ground. 

During the struggle, Ralak drags her off his back, resulting in a nasty gash from his collarbone and down his shoulder blade. He hisses from the burn, instantly assuming an offensive stance to plunge his spear through. Ay’ana returns the hiss, crouching with her bloodied dagger ready to strike.  

“I will kill you.” Ralak threatens, nearing the pointed tip closer and closer to her chest. “And I will take great joy in doing so.”  

“Is that right?” Ay’ana hisses, tail wagging in excitement with unsettling smile spread across her face. She looks as if she’s toying with him. As if she’s playing a game and she’s winning. “Let me have a taste of you.” 

“Nìtam! [Enough!]” Tonowari roars as he yanks back the curtain, instantly averting Ay’ana’s attention to him. Perhaps it was her roots calling her to respond to her true leader. Varang appears beside him with a scowl stained on her face, displeased with her subordinate. One more move and the treaty would’ve already been broken. 

“Easy, Tak.” Tonowari murmurs, and Ralak relaxes into position next to him, blood trickling down his chest and back. 

“Come with me.” Varang snarls at Ay’ana, seizing her by the queue.

“Night has fallen. We will take our leave.” Tonowari speaks roughly, trying his hardest to contain his anger as he rests a careful hand resting on Ralak—leading him out the room.

“In another ten years, Olo’eyktan.”

Tonowari grunts as he and the rest push past the swarming ash people. As soon as they’re far enough, he stops Ralak and has Ronal safely look at his wound. It’s weeping and open, prone to a nasty infection if not dressed immediately. She unclasps her medicine pouch from her hip, and retrieves a small bottle of iridescent liquid, a viscous concoction of herbs, and a needle and thread.

“Come, son.” Tonowari speaks softly, ripping the cork from the small bottle with his back teeth and spitting it on the ground. “That vonvä’.”

Ralak sits on the nearest rock, elbows propped on his knees and head hung low to hide his face. Jake and Neytiri observe in silence, cringing as Tonowari douses the gash with the liquid as Ronal prepares the needle and thread. 

Ralak groans, biting down tooth on tooth. 

Tonowari leaves a little left in the bottle, offering it to Ralak who is visibly trying to keep it together. He plucks the bottle from Tonowari’s hand and knocks it back, puffing out a sigh. 

“Keep still.” Ronal orders, driving the wooden needle through his skin. 

Ralak grumbles, letting his head hang between his knees and his hair fall forward. At this point Neytiri looks away, but Jake can’t. His eyes are plastered to the scene unfolding before him as he recognizes his son-in-law’s strength and perseverance. 

“That should hold until we are back.” She declares, gathering her supplies and stuffing them back into her pouch. 

“Irayo [thank you], Ronal.”

“You’re strong, boy.” Jake mumbles, patting Ralaks back as he gets up. “Anyone care to explain what the hell happened back there?” 

Ralak just shakes his head, leaving Tonowari to speak for him. “I will explain on the way back. You all have someone waiting for you.”

Ralak’s ears spring up at the thought of you, giving him a burst of energy to spring to his feet, gather his gear and lead the trek himself. The women walk behind him, concerned about his wound. Tonowari and Jake are left at the back, sharing a look before they begin their journey. 

——

“Fuck. Fuck.” You pant, looking down at your trembling hands that sink into the bed through double vision. You sway from side to side, trying to take steady, deep breaths, but the pressure between your legs is starting to make you panic. The possibility that you may have to do this alone is quickly becoming a reality. 

Zu’té is the one doing the pacing now, unable to sit still in his spot for much longer. He has long abandoned his woven pieces, burning lines into the patio floor as he walks back and forth outside—conflicted on his next move. 

He doesn’t want to go against your wishes and call a healer without you requesting it. But he must keep his word to Ralak—to keep you safe—which means calling for a healer. He chews on the toughened skin on his thumb, listening to your continuous whimpers and whines. By the sounds of it, you’re in active labour now, ready to give birth at any moment. 

——

A few hours have passed since they started the trek back home. Everyone has fallen into new positions that work for them. Ralak, eager to be at his pregnant mate’s side, leads the pack, clearing the path for the others. Jake and Neytiri stay not too far behind him, keeping a vigilant eye on their surroundings. Tonowari and Ronal are far at the back, linked together as she trudges on despite her extreme weariness.

“Let us take another break.” Tonowari speaks quietly to his mate, hand on her stomach. They share a look, speaking to one another with their eyes. She doesn’t want to hold up the group much more than she already has. 

“No. We are almost there—ugh!” Ronal lets out a sudden groan, clutching her stomach as she doubles over. 

Everyone stops dead in their tracks, turning around with wide eyes. Tonowari supports her, and carefully walks her over to a nearby fallen log, lowering her down onto it. She takes a few deep breaths as Neytiri and Jake rush over to her. 

“Is it time?” Neytiri asks, crouching down next to her. Ronal nods once, completely in tune with her body and aware of exactly what’s happening.

Which is why she insisted they continue, or else she won’t make it back in time. Ralak watches at a distance, his face contorting with sheer worry. No, borderline distress. He looks almost mortified, but not for the reasons that one may think. They all know why, it's obvious. If Ronal is in labour,

…that means you probably are too.  

“Go ahead.” Ronal pants, beads beginning to form at her temple. 

But Ralak doesn’t move. He can’t move. He’s at conflict with himself. An internal battle of knowing that he should stay and help, even though he really wants to go—needs to go. 

“We got it, son. Go to her.” Jake huffs as he helps Tonowari lift Ronal to carry her. “Go on!” He shouts, prompting Ralak to look to his father figure for approval, to which he meets him with a quick nod before averting his attention back to his labouring mate. And with Neytiri’s soft smile of reassurance, Ralak takes a few steps back before turning his heel and booking it home. 

——

“Haah…holy fuck—holy fuck.” You moan, feeling another contraction start up and the pressure between your legs intensify. 

This one has you on your hands and knees, clutching the bed head so hard your nails dig into the wood. It’s undeniable now. This baby is coming whether you like it or not. And as the contraction reaches its peak, you scream. 

“Zu’té!” It pains you to cry out for his name and not your mates. Hearing your call—your permission to enter—he finally bursts through the door and rushes to your side. 

“I’m here, I’m here.” He’s out of breath and on edge.

“I think—oh god—I think the baby’s coming!” You cry out, swooping your hand between your legs to try and feel what’s happening. 

“Shit. Like now? Like right now?” Zu’té panics as he watches you, hands hovering around you, unsure of what to do. 

“I d-don’t know! I—I don’t—I want Ralak! Fuck, fuck. I want lak!” You cry out in sheer agony. “I want my mate. I-I need him!” 

“Y/n. Eywa.” Desperation is potent in his voice now. 

The fact that you’re calling out for his brother means the time has come and he feels like a fool to have let this get this far without stepping in. He swallows and takes a breath to calm down, just as your contraction ends and leaves you sobbing on your knees. 

“I’m getting the healer.” He says firmly, turning his heel to leave but you grab his wrist before he can walk away. 

“No! Don’t leave…Please don’t leave me alone.” You beg, fear glossing over your eyes until it spills onto your cheeks once more. He looks at you with furrowed brows, lamenting for you. Now he’s really conflicted, because this means…it’s him or no one. 

“Ah, shit. Shit. Uhm.” He rakes his fingers through his scalp, thinking about his next move. He’s seriously considering going regardless, able to see the situation for what it is.

“Please, Zu’té.” You plead weakly, slowly lowering yourself onto your behind and off your knees, leaning back into the bedhead. 

“Okay, okay.” He nods and you let go of his wrist, immediately using your hand to support your stomach. You let your eyes close, they’re swollen and heavy. “Uh–right, right.” 

For some reason he can’t stop repeating himself twice. Perhaps it’s his way of keeping grounded. He heads straight for the bucket of water and rag to bring it over to you. He dips the rag into the water, and wrings it out. You barely open your eyes at the sound of the bucket making contact with the floor, and see that he’s nearing you with a damp cloth and raised brows. He’s waiting for your go ahead. 

“Yes.” Your voice is hoarse and trembling. 

Zu’té begins to wipe away the sweat that’s dripping in your eyes, your forehead, neck and chest. Dipping the rag back into the water, he wrings it out once more and wipes down your shoulders and arms. You can’t help but sit there and close your eyes, allowing him to do it all, exhausted.

Feeling something press against your lips, you open your eyes in a daze. Zu’té holds a cup of water to your mouth, and you drink ardently, gasping for air and closing your eyes when it’s emptied. Sleep calls to you, taking you as you barely manage to mutter out a weak, “...thank you.” 

Zu’té calculates another five minutes before your next contraction, giving him enough time to fetch a fresh pail of water—something absolutely necessary for the birth. He leaves you sat up against the bedhead, rag on your forehead as you sleep. But not even three minutes go by before he hears your languid moan. 

Abandoning the bucket, he rushes back into the marui, finding you standing and holding onto the marui stilt with one hand as the other tugs at the strap of your top. Seeing you try to undress has him stopping in his tracks and turning his head to look away. 

“Y/n—”

“Ughhaa—” You grunt, untethering the knot of your top. Your body is trying to get comfortable for the birth of your son now, and these pieces of cloth feel suffocating. “Get out!”

With that, Zu’té turns and retreats back to the patio, hands on his head as he begins to make his plan. If he flew on his skimwing, he could make it to the village and back with a healer in about ten minutes. But would that be enough time? What if you didn’t have ten minutes? Your pained groan turns into a howl and it makes his ears twitch. 

By the sound of that, you might not even have five minutes. 

“Come on, baby brother. Don’t make me do this. Please. Don’t make me go back in there. Oh shit—I’m going to have to go back in there, aren’t I? Eywa. Eywa. Okay—It’s okay. I can do this. Childbirth. It’s just childbirth. Right? Right.” 

Zu’té tries to convince himself that he’s capable of this despite this not being what he signed up for. 

“Okay, Toto. Just do it. Go in there.” Zu’té sounds breathless as he speaks to himself, turning around to face the door. He hears your whimper and his jaw tightens. “Shit. Okay. Right.”

Just as he raises his hand to pull back the curtain, he hears a winded voice. 

“Brother.”

[sidekick-hero]

the unparalleled and precious @flowercrowngods tagged me to post some lines of an unpublished wip with no context

The sound of someone inserting their key card into the slot is followed by the handle being pushed down. Then the door to the room opens, revealing the lucky guy who will have him for the next two hours.

He’s pretty, is the first thing that comes to Steve’s mind. Tall and slender, with a small waist and very nice arms decorated in black ink. Most stunning, however, is his face. The pale skin a tantalizing contrast to his pink lips, dark hair framing high cheekbones and deep brown eyes that look at him like a deer in the headlights.

Then, the door closes with a bang.

“Guys? There’s some dude sitting on my bed, you might wanna call security. I’ll hold down the door but you gotta hurry.” Eddie’s voice trembles slightly and Steve’s torn between worry and amusement.

Faintly he can hear the other men laughing and Eddie's indignant squeak. "What the hell are you laughing at? There`s a crazy stalker in my room! Probably armed and dangerous!"

"Oh yeah, I bet he has a big gun," Garrett/Gareth snorts, and Steve rolls his eyes at the very obvious, very bad joke. The guy probably thinks he's really funny.

Eddie seems to agree with Steve, even if unknowingly. "Har-bloody-har. Jeff, c'mon, tell me you at least take this seriously!"

This is one of those nights when Steve wishes he was smart enough, or at least ambitious enough to go to college, so he wouldn't have to make money on the side dealing with shit like this. At least most of his clients were easier to deal with, if not as easy on the eyes as this Eddie.

"Eddie, trust me, you can open the door. He's harmless."

"How do you know?"

"Because he's your birthday present!" Freak interrupts, clearly losing patience. "Gareth's right, we should have just made him put a bow on his dick and be done with it. At least then we wouldn't be standing here arguing."

Steve wonders if they know he can hear every word they say. Like everyone else in the surrounding rooms, because they're not exactly quiet. He just hopes nobody calls the cops.

"He's... What the fuck? You can't just give someone a person, that's human trafficking!"

Obviously tired of making a scene outside a hotel room, Jeff just opens the door and pulls Eddie inside, trusting the others to follow. They do, closing the door behind them, and then they all look at Steve, who is still sitting on the bed, regretting all his life choices that led him here.

He gives a little wave with his fingers. "Surprise."

Eddie blinks at him, speechless, his mouth slightly ajar. Despite the situation, he remains unfairly attractive, his wide eyes stirring something in Steve that he hesitates to explore further. Steve's knowledge of Eddie is limited to his questionable choice of friends, yet he feels an inexplicable urge to shield him from the world, to keep him safe. The urge is unexpected in itself, but even more so in the intensity with which it hits him.

"This is Steve," Gareth introduces, stumbling over his words. "And, uh, well, he... yeah. Guys?" Gareth glances around, hoping for support from the others, but they remain silent. Steve rises from his spot on the bed and approaches Eddie.

As he stands before him, Steve is enveloped in a mixture of clean body spray, shampoo, and a faint whiff of cigarette smoke. Eddie's eyes, even larger up close, hold a warm hue that is captivating. Steve flashes a smile, aiming for a blend of reassurance and flirtation.

"I'm Steve, and for the next two hours, I can be whatever you need," he declares, though technically, twenty minutes have already elapsed. Nevertheless, for Eddie, Steve is willing to make an exception.

tagging with no pressure, only appreciation: @starryeyedjanai, @thefreakandthehair, @hbyrde36, @runninriot, @just-my-latest-hyperfixation, @steddieas-shegoes

[dustofthedailylife]

Hihi! I just read ur befriended a slime post and o would love to see more characters react to you befriending a slime! I love ur writing so much💛💛 I don’t have specific characters in mind so any you want to do is fine🥰

Hey! Thank you so much for the compliments, I'm glad to hear my silly little stories brought you joy! I too absolutely adored the concept so I added some more I could come up with something for. I hope you like them <3 P.S.: I also love how your username is very fitting for this specific fic request. I love it! 😭

"That Day I Befriended A Slime" (II) ft. Ayato, Itto, Kaeya, Kaveh, Albedo x Reader [Fluff, Crack]

→ Part I (Xiao, Zhongli, Tighnari, Alhaitham, Childe, Diluc) → Masterlist || → Taglist

→ Ayato didn’t anticipate returning home from his meeting to find you sitting in the small pond in front of the Estate. You are drenched from head to toe and are just about to be tackled by the hydro slime in front of you.

"Oh, Archons no!", Ayato yells, dropping everything he is holding to rush towards your position and practically dives into the water to shield you from the attack of the slime. He pulls out his sword and tells you to get behind him. Slightly nervous he looks around because he knows he will have trouble defeating it alone. A hydro vision is useless against hydro slimes. He hates feeling so helpless but he might have to rely on someone else here. "Thoma! Ayaka! Get here quick!" "Ayato...", you giggle, placing a hand on his shoulder and brushing a strand of drenched pastel blue hair behind his ear. "It won't harm anyone. I found it in Chinju Forest and it followed me back here." "...w-what?"

He watches in disbelief as the slime slowly crawls into your arms and nuzzles into your chest before it closes its eyes and starts emitting gurgly purring noises.

→ Itto is faced with your beaming smile before you pull him by his hand, prompting him to follow you. All you had told him was that you need to show him something and he is practically bursting with excitement about what it was.

"What, what, what?! Come on, tell me. What do you want to show me?!", Itto beams. "Patience! We're almost there!" You lead him to a small enclosed garden behind one of the shops in Hanamizaka, taking a little glass jar out of your bag that contains some rocks. You shake the glass a couple of times and Itto looks around, seemingly waiting for a reaction. His eyes widen in surprise as soon as a small geo slime crawls out under the hedge and in your direction. "Do you want to give him a treat?", you ask teasingly, but you don't even have to wait for an answer as he is rushing straight towards the little slime with open arms already. "Oh by the gods, look at the little dude!! We gotta give him a name. Itto the Second? Itto Junior? Whadda'ya think?"

Needless to say, the slime is now a new addition to your little family. And another upside is that Ushi seems to get along with it as well.

→ Kaeya meets up with you at your apartment after being done with work for the day. He was thinking about your homemade dinner all day already and is ready to melt into your arms as soon as he is able to. What he does not expect today is walking into your apartment bathroom and finding a sleeping cryo slime in your bathtub.

"Uuuuh... sweetheart?", he chuckles with unease in his voice. "Yes, Love?" "You are aware that there is a cryo slime peacefully taking a nap in your bathtub, yes?", he inquired and scrunched his eyebrows in concern. "Yes." "Yes?!", he exclaims in disbelief. "Yes.", you reassure. "I bonded with it when it was hot outside and we both took shelter under the same tree. Poor thing looked scared to death. It probably thought it would melt. So... I put it in my bag and put it in the bathroom because it's cold there.", you satisfy his curiosity. "Plus... it kind of reminds me of you." You have never seen him that quiet before. What a rare moment to see the Cavalry Captain lost for words.

And as much as finding the little slime flabbergasted him. He soon warms up to it and you sometimes even find him napping on your sofa with the slime pressed flush to his chest.

→ Kaveh comes home only to find a dendro slime on his desk, happily chewing away on his blueprints. Taking a few seconds before processing what is happening he darts forward to push the slime off his desk and pull the saliva-drenched remnants of his blueprints out of the slime's mouth.

"No, no... noooo.", he groans, pulling on his hair. He has no idea how it got in here but there is only one possible explanation for it. Angrily he marches into the living room with his fists balled on his sides. "Alhaitham! Why did you put a slime into my room?!", he fumes. "Because your partner dropped it off here earlier even though I told them you're not here yet. They said something about a... pet? It wanted to chew on my books so I threw it into your room.", he explains without looking up from the book in his hands once. "Oh grand. And you didn't consider that it would continue to chew on my things there?" "I fail to see how that is my problem."

However, it sort of starts to become his problem as soon as Alhaitham finds out you and Kaveh named the slime "Hai-Hai" in reference to the sprouts on its head that apparently share similarities to his own hair.

→ Albedo finds you and Klee kneeling in the grass just outside of the Mondstadt city gates. A beaming smile on the little girl's face and reaching down towards something that he is unable to make out at first, due to your backs blocking his vision. As soon as he steps closer he identifies what you are kneeling next to. A little geo slime is nuzzling into your lap while Klee pats its head.

"Mr. Albedo!!", Klee cheers. "Look what we found. Klee made a slime friend!" "Ah, that is wonderful, Klee!", he smiles in her direction. "So that's the project you were working on the past weeks I assume?", he inquires directed at you. "Bingo. Turns out my slime-tamer elixir is a success. With this, we might be able to domesticate them. As you can see, this little guy over here turned from a little feral blob into a snuggly little pet.", you explain. He eyes the slime with curiosity. This is certainly a most amazing find. As expected of you. He never had any doubt you wouldn't succeed with anything you had set your mind on. "Fascinating. You've got to show me your notes on this-" "Mr. Albedo! Can we keep it? Please, please, please!", Klee interrupts and excitedly jumps up and down clutching onto the Alchemist's coat. "I don't see any reason why we shouldn't." "Yaaay!"

Watching you and Klee play with the slime and seeing your proud smile makes his heart swell in his chest. You are truly the most gifted person he has ever met.

Do not repost, copy, translate or edit - © dustofthedailylife || reblogs, comments, and asks about Genshin or my fics are always appreciated!

[chaosheadspace]

Hope you feel better soon!

If it's not too late for kiss prompt requests, can I send a #5) Where it doesn't hurt?

Or a #39) Because time's run out.

Gotta love that angst.

💜💜

Okay so this gripped me by the throat. I'm putting it all behind a readmore because Dream gets very badly hurt in this. Proceed with caution. It also has an ambiguous ending, which will be resolved with a future prompt, so be warned of that, too. If you like angst and whump, please enjoy.

Sort of continuation of this and this.

(Yam, you might wanna give this one a berth or ask me for further details.)

Hob breathes in the cool autumn air. It’s dark outside, the hour late after the book reading Dream and he went to. The streets are almost empty, it being a weekday and after eleven. Apart from the occasional car coming by, it’s just them and the streetlight, night laying over it all like a blanket.

It’s been a year since Dream came to live with him after being turned human by his sister, and Hob watches him as he puts on his coat carefully, somehow still unaccustomed to some things of the human experiences.

Dream has been—not like a child; no, more like a wild bird with a broken wing that needed to get used to living on the ground. Some things still vex him, still cause him difficulty; most of them to do with the limited human focus. He's burned food, or worse, himself; forgot laundry and groceries and bills and appointments. Hob helps where he can, and together they managed to get Dream on his feet again, albeit staggering a little. It's not perfect, but Hob is nonetheless proud of Dream. Isn't the purpose of life to fail and learn as best as one can? Dream is doing just marvellous, even with the difficulties his change has brought him.

He's full of wonder, of curiosity, Hob has found, and it's such a joy to relearn the world through Dream's eyes. Dream has continued to be an artist, taking to clay and paint and pencils with ease. He’s taken a liking at cooking, too, even if he’s not good at it. Anything to do with touch, really, Hob’s noticed. Dream loves working with his hands, experimenting, experiencing. Dream runs his hands over soft cushions and blankets, over his coat and the doorframe before they leave, over tree bark and cold metal railings, over his own chin and cheeks when he forgot to shave again.

He also touches Hob, his pullovers, his arms, his hair; curious and unrestrained. Sometimes Hob needs to swallow and take a deep breath, but he always lets him. Dream is so open now, letting him see, and Hob won’t spook him off with glimpses of his own heart again, not if he can help it, not when the only thing required is patience.

Dream’s hand squeezes Hob's, comforting, promising, pulling him back into the London night.

“Let us go home, Hob,” Dream says, and then lets go of his hand and steps out into the street to cross it, still smiling at him.

Hob opens his mouth to remind him to look first, but he's drowned out by the honk of a car horn, painfully loud, painfully close.

The split second seems to last an eternity, splits, splits again, an endless nightmare in which Hob so clearly sees Dreams shocked face, the headlights catching on his coat, the car. Unable to do anything, too slow, too sluggish.

Then the world is fast again, the car reversing, Hob's ears ringing. He can't see Dream. He can't see Dream.

Hob can't breathe, slips between the same parked cars that Dream just passed between a second ago, adrenaline and fear in his veins.

With a squeal and the rev of the engine, the car speeds off, and Hob shouts a reflexive, angered “Hey!” after it before his mind is again screeched to a halt by ragged, gulping breaths.

It's quiet again, awfully quiet, except for Dream's breathing.

Hob takes another step, looks downwards—*of course downwards, where else would he be, Hob, you idiot—and there lies Dream, a crumpled, horribly twisted mess, his chest heaving, his face a grimace of pain.

Hob sinks to his knees beside him, his right hand fishing for his phone, his eyes never leaving Dream.

“Dream, Dream, darling, hey—”

“Hhob—” The stuttering gurgle coming out of Dream sounds so painfully wrong it turns Hob's stomach. Dream's next exhale is a painful, ragged moan followed by a very wet cough that has Hob fumbling for his phone even faster. He presses 999 with shaking fingers.

His own voice feels like sludge as he speaks to the operator, too slow, muddy, somehow. It's all terribly wrong, the trickle of blood from Dream's temple, the bent, contorted way he lies there, the agonised sounds that escape him with every breath, the glassiness of his eyes that are looking up, up, into the faint stars of the sky, unseeing.

Hob reaches for Dream's head as he speaks, tentative, trembling, desperate to give him even the smallest amount of comfort, and then thinks better of it and reaches for his hand.

The operator stays on call with him, the ambulance dispatched, and all they can do is wait, wait the horribly long wait until it gets here. They told him not to move Dream, for fear of worsening his injuries. Reality is hazy to Hob, the operator, the promise of an ambulance, all of it is so far away, behind a layer of fog. The only real thing is Dream, wrong, wounded, wrong—

Hob's fingers touch Dream's, and with a sound like an animal Dream grips his hand with surprising strength. He's still not looking at Hob. Maybe he can't. And then Dream speaks again, his eyes still turned to the dark of night.

“Mother?” Dream rasps, begging, “mother, please—” He coughs again, groans, sobs spasmodically as his body shifts slightly. “Mother, can you not hear me?”

Hob's phone clatters to the ground as he grips Dream’s hand with both of his own.

“Dream, hey, darling, I'm here, I'm here, I'm so sorry,” Hob says, babbling.

There are tears on Dream's face now, his laboured breathing accompanied by pained cries, and Hob feels helpless, so helpless.

“I did not—want to—anger you,” Dream hacks out. “It is—so dark. Destiny won't—save me this time—mother, please—”

The world gets loud again and Hob's eyes still don't leave Dream, not as he's pried from Dream's side as the paramedics get to work, not as Dream is practically scraped from the pavement, not as they load him into the ambulance.

Thankfully they allow him to come with, seated at the side of the vehicle, right next to but still too far away from Dream as they work.

For a very short moment, after they arrive at the hospital, before they get the stretcher out of the ambulance, Dream looks at him. Really looks at him for a second, a sliver of clarity aided by painkillers.

Hob presses a kiss to the unbruised side of his forehead, weeping, before Dream is whisked away into bright lights and bustling activity.

The world slows.

Hob feels heavy, so heavy as he climbs out of the ambulance, as he gives someone Dream's details, as he walks into the hospital himself and is directed to a waiting area after refusing to go home.

He can't.

He can't leave, for nothing in this world would he leave right now, and so he sits under the too bright lights in an empty hospital waiting room, the blue cushion of the bench too firm to be comfortable, and weeps.

Someone comes and tries to talk to him in an empathetic voice, but Hob doesn't understand them, hell, can barely see them through his tears, so he waves them off. They leave him with tissues and more muffled, sympathetic words, and then he is alone again.

When Hob wipes his face and blows his nose some time later, he notices that his hands are grey from where he'd touched the pavement.

He mechanically gets up to wash them, the artificial serenity of the hospital doing nothing to calm down his nerves.

Then he sits there, again, alone, hiccuping and crying some more.

It's late, and Hob feels heavy, his body tired, his mind racing. Dream can't die. He can't. Can he? Hob doesn't know.

Just thinking about it shoots pain through his chest. He can't. He can't.

Pictures keep flashing through Hob's mind, of Dream on the pavement, of Dream's unseeing eyes. He can still hear the way Dream said mother, pleading, small, afraid.

Hob cries again.

Eventually, his spiralling thoughts turn hazy, flickering like the flame of a candle, coming in and out of focus as if they were a radio someone is tuning.

Hob sinks to the side, down onto the hard, uncomfortable cushion. It smells of disinfectant.

Just for a moment, Hob thinks, just for a few seconds.

Hob falls asleep waiting, still waiting, alone, his fearful heart beating Dream, Dream, Dream.

[ashwhowrites]

Older! Rockstar! Eddie x reader doing a Halloween party just with their friends, and Reader dressing up like a sexy vampire and Eddie being a vampire, and he just wants the party to end just to be with his girl

Happy October! A fun and sexy Halloween blurb. Thank you for requesting <3

"Baby, can you tie this?" Y/N sighed, giving up as she couldn't tie it correctly. She stood in front of the mirror. A tight dark red corset, a heart shape to advance the look of her chest. A black bow in the center, and a black lace flow at the bottom. Almost like a small dress. Her legs are covered in black fishnets and red heels are on her feet. Her hair was curled and messy, with winged eyeliner and red lips. Fake blood dripping out of the corner of her mouth.

Eddie appeared behind her. Dressed as a vampire as well. A black shirt, left unbuttoned, with fake blood dripping down his chest. Black pants and a red cape thrown on his back. Fangs in his mouth as he smirked at her.

"You look good enough to eat." He teased, nipping at her neck with his fangs.

"Alright, Dracula. We need to hurry, help me." She teased. Eddie sighed and began to tie her corset. His eyes bounced between watching his hands and her reflection in the mirror.

"Do we have to go? I think we can have our party right here." Eddie whispered, kissing her bare shoulder lightly. His hands wrapped around her stomach, his right hand sliding down the front of her dress, lifting it as he rubbed her clit softly over her fishnets and underwear. She moaned but quickly grabbed his hand. Stepping out of his arms.

"It's Gareth's party. Yes, we have to go. He's your best friend and bandmate." Y/N said, turning around to take Eddie in. Her eyes eyeing his bare chest.

"Seems like you are occupied with something else as well," Eddie smirked, Y/N rolled her eyes and looked up at him. She smiled at him and walked around him. Grabbing her cape she threw it on.

"Let's go!"

~~~

The party was loud and packed when they walked in. Eddie held her hand as he dragged her through the rooms.

"HE WOULDN'T EVEN NOTICE IF WE WERE HERE OR NOT," Eddie yelled over his shoulder, Y/N rolled her eyes and followed behind him.

"YOU'LL SURVIVE!" she yelled back.

When they made it outside to Gareth's huge backyard, they spotted him.

"You made it!" Gareth cheered, dressed as a werewolf as he hugged Eddie.

"This must be your girl! It's nice to meet you." Gareth said, shaking her hand as he took her in. He whistled and gave Eddie an approved nod.

"So Y/N, mind if I ask if you truly are into vampires or want to try a werewolf?" Gareth joked, Eddie punched his arm.

"Haha, funny!" He growled, wrapping his arm around Y/N.

"Calm down, Grandpa. Just a joke. You guys look great together and I hope you have a good time " Gareth said, heading inside.

"Grandpa? How rude." Eddie pouted.

"Well Dracula is quite old....that's why I always had a crush on him." Y/N teased, a smirk as she grabbed Eddie's open shirt to bring him closer to her.

"Plus vampires are way sexier than a dog." Her voice was low as she felt his chest underneath her fingernails. Eddie shivered as he felt himself getting turned on.

"Can we please just go back home?" Eddie pleaded, his hands landing on her ass and giving it a squeeze.

"Just a few hours then I'm all yours." She promised, kissing his lips.

Throughout the night Eddie was losing his patience. Her body was against his as they danced, his brain clouded by her smell. The looks of all the young guys her age staring at her in disbelief. In so many ways Eddie loved how he was older than her, he hated growing up and losing the youth. But the look on the young boy's faces when he got to show them she was all his, made him feel amazing.

She got drunk as the night went on, her hands having no control as she traveled down into his pants. He wanted nothing more than to fuck her right in front of everyone. Let the little boys see how a man does it, but he respected her.

"We gotta go home to do that." Eddie said into her ear, holding her hands as she tried to claw into his pants again.

"No time. Bathroom or car. Give me something." She whined, her tongue on his neck. Eddie didn't have to be asked twice, dragging her back to his car.

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[hypequeenves]

A/N: Below I will attach the demo. But it does come with the disclaimer that firstly, it is my first ever time making a piece of music and secondly, I wish I could afford to get a proper voice actor for Ves, but this is just for fun. So yeah you have to deal with my talentless voice. Keeping this in mind my Grandma did tell me it was 'more than passable' so I'm gonna believe her and post it. Just don't be mean I am not Ves, and I do not have the confidence of a God. That all being said, here you are:

CLOSED CAPTIONS BELOW

Opening: The sound of ringing, the phone is picked up. "Hello? The big G.D. is that really you? Oh well, I gotta couple of things I wanted to say to you". Verse One: Born hopeful, it's a test of patience Since creation, taught to be complacent Prayed at your alter, still no invitation Seems I've scorned, you need some vindication?

Been to long, don't need your explanation Seems you're biased, just an observation Most judged unworthy of Just Salvation? Now I'M looking for some vindication

Pre Chorus: Spent my whole life on my knees for you Now I am prayin' to someone new  You judged me, in a world that's a scam He says I'm guilty, cause he knows who I am

Chorus: Your just another man who feels incomplete Forget the alter, I'll bring you to your knees Knuckles bleeding, I will make you repent Do you hear that? That's the sound of your decent.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Just a little bonus under here, I wrote down a bunch of the bloopers of random nervous cusses and swears I was making trying to record this. If you've made it this far down I hope it gives you a laugh.

"This need to be sung by some who's… just not ME"

"GOD I can't even say my own FUCKIN lyrics GOD FUCKEN DAM-YOU-F-STUPID PIECE OF SHIT" "This is getting to 'fuck me in the assshole' territory".

"Fuck me in the HOLE- *unintelligible angry noises* -FUCk it DeEP and HarD"

"I can't even fucken' fuck bro - WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO IF I CAN"T EVEN FUCKIN FUCK BRO?!"

"I hate my STUPID AUSTRALIAN ACCENT WHY COULDN'T I BE BORN SEXY?!"

[spoilmesweetieforficssake]

Hiyaa, can you do Dom Melissa x fem reader, where Mel comes home after a frustrating day and lets all her energy out on fem reader?

Hey! Thank you so much for your request anon! I hope this is a little of what you were hoping for (though apologies it's a little on the short side!)

Warnings? - NSFW (unless you're wearing that immaculate poker face of yours)

~*~

It’s nothing new for Melissa to snap at Janine and Jacob, or throw the odd callous comment Gregory’s way.  Granted, she’s softened towards them and today’s outburst is on the harsher end of the spectrum, but it doesn’t exactly surprise anyone.

What does surprise everyone, however, is when Barb tries to help calm her friend down that the red head snaps back at the other woman and storms off, leaving the kindergarten teacher with a rather shocked expression on her face.

She turns to you, raising her hands in defeat.  “Good luck with that one!”

You take a deep breath, trying to decide whether it’s a better idea to go after Melissa now or whether it’s best to give her a few minutes to calm down first.  Either way there’s a good chance she’s going to snap at you too. 

It’s no one’s fault.  Just one of those days where everything that can go wrong, has gone wrong from a flat tyre to a broken mug to one of her kids throwing up on her shoes.  It’s not Melissa’s fault either, but her patience with the day is growing thinner by the minute and to make matters worse, her day isn’t exactly improving.

*

You’re on your way back to your classroom after having picked up your kids from PE when Ava finds you.

“I’m not usually one for throwing people under the bus,” she starts, grabbing hold of your arm.

You frown up at her.  “Uh, yes you are.”

She rolls her eyes at you.  “Okay, so maybe I am, but I kinda like you.  Still, you gotta take one for the team on this one.  I’m throwing you under one hot red fire engine.”

You sigh, slightly dreading to think what Melissa has said or done now if even Ava is coming to you to help diffuse the situation.  “You know I can’t promise anything.”

Melissa is her own woman and while you’re certainly got better at handling her mercurial moods, you’ve never been one to tell her she can’t feel how she feels.  You know she has a habit of bottling things up, so you’ve tried to reassure her that she is safe to feel exactly how she feels with you.  Sometimes that means she’s the softest creature imaginable, sometimes she goes off like a firework.  You wouldn’t have her any other way.

*

At home that evening, Melissa dumps her bag down and heads straight for the kitchen.  Leaving her to it, you get changed and stay out of her way, hopeful that she’ll be able to channel her frustration into something delicious. 

When you smell smoke and hear a pot get thrown in the sink as the red head turns the air blue you know your hopes have been dashed.  Bracing yourself, you get up from the sofa, making your way through to the kitchen. 

“Okay, this isn’t working,” you say firmly before you can change your mind.  You quickly and efficiently begin to tidy away the things she has spread out on the work surface, ignoring the raised eyebrow and the hands that have been planted on Melissa’s hips.  “You need to snap out of this before you end up saying something you can’t take back and really hurting someone or Ava starts some stupid disciplinary because you somehow pissed her off.”

Tossing down the cloth you’ve been using to clean down the work surface, you turn to face her.  “You want something to take your frustration out on, try me.”

At your words, the red head’s other eyebrow rises up her forehead.  She opens her mouth as if she’s about to snap back at you, before pausing, her eyes dropping to your lips.

She surges forward, kissing you hard, pushing you against the worktop.  “You’re sure?” she asks a little breathlessly. 

You lean back, pulling your lips out of kissing range.  “Win, win, right?” you smirk.  Your lovemaking doesn’t usually come from a place of frustration, but you know by the way she’s quick to check in that it will always, first and foremost come from a place of love and care.

It’s apparently the all the answer she needs as she leans in to capture your lips once more in a bruising kiss, her hands grasping your hips as she begins to manoeuvre you towards the bedroom.

*

Your sex life with Melissa has never lacked passion, but this is new, rougher.  You’re littered in marks she’s left behind already as her lips travel down your body.  Not that you’re opposed to them in any way.  Truth be told you’ve always rather enjoyed the marks she leaves.  A colourful reminder of your intimate moments together. 

Her instructions tonight have been practically monosyllabic; strip, bed, no hands, wait, up.

Waiting on your hands and knees before her, you feel her smoothing her hands up and down your back.  One hand slides higher, twisting in your hair and using the leverage to pull you up until your back is flush against her front.  You feel her breasts push into your back and the strap at her hips brush against you, bringing a breathless moan from your lips. 

Squirming as her lips find your neck once more, she nuzzles behind your ear, knowing just which spots drive you to distraction.  There’s a pause, however, as a few words ghost past your ear.

“You’re sure?”

You take a deep breath, trying to organise your thoughts.  One of her arms arms winds around your body, holding you against her in a moment of gentleness.  “You’re not going to break me, Melissa.”

Turning your head you capture her lips in a messy kiss, only to cry out as she thrusts into you deeply, filling you.  You fall forward, bracing yourself on your arms.  The hand that had been around your body shifts to grip your hip as the red head pauses for a moment.  You feel her other hand stroke down your back before settling on the base of your spine.  Again, you can feel her hesitation. 

“I know the word, Melissa,” you gasp out, still adjusting to the sensation of being filled by her.  “But I’m not using it.”  It’s a conversation you’d never had with any of your previous partners and at the time, you’d jokingly asked ‘why, what are you gonna do to me?’  You’d come to realise, however, that it had been an important conversation to have.  It’s let you test boundaries and has strengthened the trust between you. 

“But you will?” she asks seriously. 

You look over your shoulder, meeting her eyes.  You can see it written all over her face how much she wants this, but only if you do too.  “Only if I need to.”

“Good girl.”

*

“Someone’s in a better mood this morning,” smiles Barb as Melissa practically dances back to their table, coffee in hand. 

The red head smirks back at the kindergarten teacher.  “Hard not to be after the night I had.”

“I don’t need to know!” says Barb, holding up a hand as though that will stop any further words from Melissa’s mouth.  “I do not need to know.”

“You’re probably right,” she replies.  “You’d only blush.”

[writercole]

Manspreading

Summary: Public transportation comes with many potential hazards, including sharing a seat with someone you don't like.

Squares: Sat in their lap - spnfluff // Neighbors - Resa's 3k

Words: 2371

Warnings: Innuendo, Jake's cocky ass.

Credits: @ryebecca for the idea. @princessmisery666 for the beta and the squeal.

A/N: This was borne out of Bees complaining about riding with men on the subway. It didn't take long to figure out that it was a rivals to lovers. Gotta listen to the characters. It's their story after all.

It had been the longest day of my life. Traipsing up and down floors in LouBoutain pumps killed me, I hadn’t slept the night before, and lunch was a snickers bar. So when I walked onto my train and found that there were two empty seats beneath some jackass’s manspread legs, I snapped. 

I walked right over and sat on his lap. How I didn’t chicken out halfway there confounded me.

“Excuse me, this seat is taken,” his voice rumbled in my ear. I froze immediately. I knew that voice.

“Well, Jacob, if you weren’t manspreading across three seats, I wouldn’t have to be sitting here,” I spat, not turning to meet his eyes. 

“Come on, darlin, you knew you were just looking for an excuse to ride my thigh,” he drawled. I knew I’d see a cocky smirk on his face and refused to look at him.

Instead I shut my eyes and growled, regretting several decisions that led me here.

“Oh, that was sexy. Do it again.”

My eyes snapped open and I finally met his gaze, finding exactly the expression I expected, the one he used on female clients to get them to swoon and give him anything he wanted, a smug charm that made my stomach flip. “If you’d just move your leg, I’d be out of your hair.”

I wasn’t prepared for him to bounce his leg like  I wasn’t sitting on it , like I weighed nothing. God I hate this man. 

“I am not in the mood to play games with you, Seresin,” I grumbled. “I have had a long ass day, these heels are killing me, and I haven’t had anything but a Snickers bar and a protein shake all day.”

“Then I guess you have to let me buy you dinner.” The way he winked at me made my panties dampen and skin burn. I refused to let him know that, though.

“I’ve had enough of your insufferable face at work today, thanks.”

“Insufferable, huh? I bet I could change your mind in one night.” 

I looked him up and down and leaned in close, watching the amusement and victory in his eyes as our noses brushed. “In your dreams, asshole,” I whispered, pulling back with a satisfactory smirk at his bewildered stare.

Unfortunately for me, he recovered quickly.

“You’re in my dreams often enough, sweetheart. And believe me, I have no problem changing your mind there.” 

“Does that line actually work?” My patience was wearing very thin.

“I’ll tell you,” he promised,” Over dinner.”  

“I’m not hungry,” I shrugged. Of course at that moment my stomach decided to growl and betray me.

“You have had a protein shake and a snickers bar today,” repeated Jake, “let me buy you dinner. You can even continue to throw shade at me if you want.”

“Look, Jake,” I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose, “I really just want to go home, order a large pizza and curl up in my armchair with my favorite blanket and a good book.”

“Tomorrow, then,” he suggested, his tone persistent but with a hint of what sounded like hope. The train started to slow, preparing to stop at the next station. “This is my stop, darlin. Unfortunately, I’m going to need you to get your pretty face up.”

Maybe I was more lethargic than I thought because that trace of genuine hope had me a little dazed. So much so, I almost didn’t realize this was my stop too. How had I never seen him on the train before?  

“Dinner, tomorrow,” he called over his shoulder as he joined the crowd of people gathering at the doors. 

I shuffled along behind them, running through everything that had transpired since I’d boarded the train. Somehow, my main competition at work took the same train and got off at the same stop and had an answer for everything I said. 

I was lost in my thoughts when a shove came from behind me and I was pushed into the solid mass of the person in front of me. He whipped around and I was prepared to utter a stream of apologies until…

“You could have just said something, darlin, you didn’t have to run into me.” I just wanted to slap that grin off of his face.

“I was shoved.”

“That’s one way to get my attention, though.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.”

“You’re doing enough of that for me.”

“I didn’t realize you were into degradation, Seresin,” I snorted as I made my way towards the stairs.

“I could be into a lot of things for you.”

“You have the opposite effect on me. You could drive me out of things I was into,” I chirped as I tried to get away from him.

“Oh really? And what would those things be?” It was infuriating how easily he was keeping up with me.

“Haven’t thought about it.”

“Fine, but I bet you’ve thought about me naked,” he called.

“Oh no, am I really that transparent? I want you, I need you, oh baby, oh baby,” I sassed with a roll of my eyes, something that I’d been doing quite a lot today, and sped up through a gap, leaving him behind me.

I finally reached the top of the staircase, ready to duck into the nearest shop I could find to avoid him further until I caught sight of Conner. My ex was heading my way with his arm around a beautiful, thin, perfectly proportioned blonde. Giggling. 

My eyes widened and I spun around, ready to head back into the subway, but instead found Jake cresting the top of the stairs. I grabbed his hand and pulled him close, silencing any protests when my lips met his. He hummed and his arm slid around my waist to pull me close while his other hand tangled in my hair. His tongue parted my lips expertly and he deepened the kiss, only to be interrupted by Conner calling my name. 

I gave Jake a look that screamed ‘please go with it’ as I wiped my mouth and turned. “Oh, Conner, hi,” I greeted, a little light headed. Perhaps it was the lack of sustenance, but I think it had more to do with the kiss from the man standing beside him, with a smug grin and a hand firmly on the small of my back.

“Uh, hi. You, uh, you look good,” he stuttered. His focus was on Jake by my side instead of me, instead of his date.

I guess I should have been proud. Or maybe offended?

“Who’s this, sweetheart?” Jake asked, tugging me tighter to his side.

“This is my ex-boyfriend, Conner,” I introduced, “Conner, this is Jake, my boyfriend.”

“Nice to meetcha, Conner,” Jake said, extending his hand.

Conner just looked at it and then directed his attention to me. “Moving on, huh?”

“Looks like you did the same,” I quipped, turning to the blonde. “And what’s your name?”

“Alyssa,” she squeaked as she tucked herself into Conner.

“Conner, Alyssa, it was nice meeting you both, but we’re late for our reservation,” Jake interrupted. “Come on, sweetheart.”

“Nice to see you, Con,” I shrugged as I let Jake pull me away. We walked a block before I stepped out of his grip. “Thanks for that,” I told him quietly.

“It wasn’t a problem,” dismissed Jake. “But I think you should tell me what that was about over dinner.”

I sighed heavily before responding. “Fine, but I’m buying. It’s the least I can do for assaulting you.”

“That was assaulting me?” he grinned. “Where do I sign up for you to do that again?”

I just rolled my eyes before heading towards my favorite pizza shop. He caught up quickly and we walked in silence, Jake keeping his mouth uncharacteristically shut until after our orders were placed.

“So what’s the story with Conner?” he asked quietly.

“Um, so, we dated for a year,” I started, “maybe a little longer. He kept saying things about how he couldn’t wait to move in together and how excited he was that my lease was going to be up soon and maybe we should just buy a house for when we have kids. I kept thinking I’d find feelings like his one day but it never happened. 

“Then, during the last charity gala, he proposed. Very publicly.” I paused for a drink. Jake was there at the gala. He knew what had happened from there.

“Ah, yeah. I remember that,” he chuckled. “That was you?”

“Mhmm.” 

“That was the talk of the office until…until Jerry flubbed that presentation.”

“Anyway, I threw myself into my work and started pushing hard for that promotion. I couldn’t think of any better way to prove I was fine except succeeding in my career.”

“And you have. So why the panic?” 

“I may or may not have insinuated that I could do better than him,” I admitted, avoiding his gaze. 

I had no idea why I was telling Jake all of this. It’s not like I knew him, it’s not like he cared. But when I looked up, I wasn’t met with derision and mocking, I was met with a softness and understanding. 

“I get it. You wanted to show him up. But why me?”

“I was honestly going to go hide in the crowd. I didn’t plan on kissing you. I didn’t even know I was doing it until you hummed.” Might as well stick with honesty.

“Oh, so it wasn’t because you decided to take me up on my offer to change your mind about me?” he teased, wagging his eyebrows at me across the table.

I laughed and shoved his arm, making him chuckle as well. It surprised me how easily conversation flowed between us. For the longest time, he’d been a bitter rival of mine and now, here he was, almost like we were friends.

This was a different side of the Jake I’d see around the office. He’d ditched his jacket and loosened his tie, even going so far as to roll up his sleeves. He talked about tv shows he watched and criticized my taste in movies with a teasing smile. 

He asked questions about me and my life and friends and for every detail he learned about me, he dished out one about himself. None of it surprised me until he said he’d spent time in the Navy.

“You joined the Navy right out of high school? Why?”

“Family tradition,” he shrugged. 

“So you joined the Navy because your family wanted you to, you’re in the business world because your dad forced you into a business degree. What do you do because you want to?”

“What do you do?”

“Promise not to make a joke?” I asked. I’d never had a good reaction when I revealed my hobbies.

“I will do my absolute best not to make a joke but if you tell me you’re a mime, all bets are off,” he laughed, his hands up in surrender.

“I write.”

“Why would I make a joke about you writing for a hobby?” he questioned.

“Because it’s dumb that I write stories when there are so many that I could just go read,” I explained, using the words that several people had used to devalue my likes and the way I spent my time.

“Who cares if there’s a bunch of stories you can go read? The ones you write are going to be in your own voice and reflect your own experiences,” he countered.

“Well, what do you do?”

“I draw,” he shrugged.

That surprised me. “You draw?”

“Yeah. I started in high school when I needed to escape from the insanity of the perfect world my father wanted. My art teacher said I had a talent but it never felt like something I wanted to do for other people. It was more…”

“Something you wanted to keep for yourself,” I supplied, nodding along with the words.

“Exactly!”

I checked my watch and saw that we had been in the pizza parlor for three hours. “I should probably get home. It’s getting kind of late.”

“Oh damn,” Jake exclaimed when he checked the time. “I’ll walk you home.”

“You don’t have to do that, Jake,” I protested, “You were at the office before me this morning. You have to be exhausted.”

“I don’t have to do anything,” he rebutted, “but I want to walk you home.”

I paid the bill and we stepped out into the night. The streets were closer to empty than they had been all day and the temperatures had dropped enough that it was almost chilly. A shiver crept up my spine and before I’d finished shivering Jake’s jacket enveloped me. I looked up at him, seeing him in a different light, both literally and figuratively.

“What?” he questioned. “Do I have sauce on my face?”

“You’ve surprised me at every turn tonight,” I admitted with a smile.

He just hummed as we walked along, his hands in his pockets and his jacket wrapped around me. 

“This is me,” I mumbled as I drew to a stop in front of my building.

“Well, at least it’s a short walk home for me,” he quipped. I furrowed my brow and he gestured across the street. “The only dark apartment on the fourth floor.”

I looked up at my building and laughed. “Same.”

Jake joined me, his deep chuckle rumbling through the space between us. “I can’t believe we live across from each other, on the same floor.”

“Seems crazy, right?” 

“Yeah, crazy. Or maybe…” he trailed off.

“Maybe?”

“Walk you to work tomorrow?” he offered.

“On one condition.”

“What’s that?”

“You don’t take up three seats with your manspreading,” I demanded, a slight smirk creeping onto my face.

“How am I going to get you back in my lap again?”

“I’m sure you’ll figure something out.”

He nodded, his expression contorting to one of ponderance. When his gaze met mine again, he smiled and stepped closer, his hand cupping my cheek before his lips met mine, softly asking permission for a real kiss. 

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back, melting into his warmth. He smiled softly when he pulled back, caressing my cheek with his thumb.

“I should go,” he whispered.

“Or you could stay.”

“I don’t want to rush into anything. I’ll see you in a few hours.”

“Progressing from dinner to breakfast seems to be moving pretty quickly buuuuut..I’ll allow it,” I giggled. “Goodnight, Jake.”

“Night, sweetheart.”

[coconutki]

Crocheting somethin for them

♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎

I just had this genius idea pop up in my head randomly and it just seemed so darn cute

The them in question: denji, future gohan.

Don’t ask about the lineup lol there was more but I scratched the other ideas

♡

Denji

The thought crossed your mind after he saved you from a devil. It seemed like he was a nice boy after all, especially when he was getting attention from a woman he liked. You talked a couple times after the incident and you started to like him quite a bit so in your spare time you’d took up knitting and make a long maroon scarf with his name embroidered in small letters at the end. The finishing touch being the heart sitting next to it.

You were proud of your work, it took a while to learn but, it was fun. Plus it was cold..winters in Japan are no joke what happened to being a island gyal??

Next time the two of you came across one other he greeted you in a fond matter, which made your heart rate speed up exponentially. It was beating so fast if you got close enough you were sure he could see it.

“ Heyyy, so I wanted to give you something since you really saved my ass that one time. So umm-“

You whipped out a small package wrapped in festive wrapping paper and held it out to him. He switched between staring at you to staring at the gift in awe as of asking if he could open it now before he gently took it out of your hands.

“Thanks..”

The blonde said while his fingers fiddled with the white ribbon that was neatly tied at the center of the package before glancing at you, who watched his hands with a kind smile on your lips. You nod towards the gift as you speak.

“Yes, you can open it now denji.”

When the words left your mouth you heard the paper rip instantly, revealing some weeks worth of patience and perseverance. When finally you look at his face again and can’t help but giggle a bit at his reaction.

“Woahh.”

His mouth is nearly open stuck in a “😮 expression as he examined the scarf, grinning when he sees his name at the end. Butterflies swarm and flutter in your stomach at the sight.

“So like, you made this? For me?”

Brown eyes dart to you immediately which makes you nervous but when he smiles your way with those pointed but adorable teeth of his it melts everything away almost instantly.

“Of course! I wanted to thank you by making you somethin’ you could use..”

You muster up the courage to finish the thought running through your head.

“And by giving you something else.”

Before he could say anything in response you lean into him and peck him on the cheek leaving him and you stunned if we’re being fair. You weren’t expecting him to react so fast though..

It was supposed to be a ‘smooch and go’ but the instant your plush lips met his face the teens hand was instantly placed on the back of your head, as he guided you to his lips, prolonging the kiss.

With a soft pop the lip locking came to a end. Leaving you embarrassed like no other.

“Well..I gotta go! Hope your like your gift. Both of em!”

You pretty much sprint away from him after that like your life depended on it with a hammering heart in your chest.

“Now why’d he have to go and do all thatt!”

Gohan (future)

Although he’s usually out fighting and trying to protect what little is left in this timeline he somehow nearly always finds time to spend with you. Of course you love it since well…you love him, even if he doesn’t quite know it yet.

Since he works so hard to protect you, trunks and bulma + anyone that’s still alive, it only made sense you did something in return. To show gratitude if nothing else. You also planned on telling him about your feelings forreal this time; after you had a full blown conversation with yourself about it in the mirror about it of course.

“y/n you got it all figured out! when no one’s around you’ll tell him..”

“Tell me what?”

Instantly, your shoulders tense and you spin around to face the man that invaded your inner thoughts, who leaned on the doorframe locking eyes with you with a worried expression.

“Y/n? Is something wrong?”

The black haired male questions walking towards you a bit, at which you smile a bit at, he seemed so worried and it was cute..heartwarming in fact.

“No, no, I’m fine it’s just that ummm…actually never mind!”

Unable to face him any longer without exploding into bits you turn back around even though it was to no avail since he could clearly see the face you were making in the mirror, already knowing it was only gonna make the worried expression on his face even more intense. He tries walking closer to you again, this time not stopping until he’s right behind you, scanning over your features from over your shoulder.

“You sure? You know you can tell me anything..and I’ll always listen.”

He nearly pleads with furrowed brows.

“Yess, I just-“

You sigh and look down at the little box in the corner of the vanity before looking back at him and nervously smiling, holding a hand out in a gesture that silently asked him to give you his in return.

“I wanted to be a bit more prepared but here we are. I can promise it’s nothing to be so worried about though..I think?”

The half sayain’s silence beckoned you to continue.

“You know, you’ve done so much for me..and I care about you a lot. I’ve wanted to do all I can to support you as a friend so I’m sorry if this makes you uncomfortable or makes you think differently of me but, I think of you as more than a friend. You’re so kind, strong, caring and selfless..I- umm wanted to do something for you for once! I mean regardless of how you feel about me..“

You blurted everything out nearly all at once, barely stopping for a breath in between. Your checks felt hot if he couldn’t see it, your hands were clammy to be able to tell you were nervous. Couldn’t even hold eye contact with the man in front of you; who stared at you intently. Almost shamefully you eyes were glued to your legs.

“Y/n… I care about you too. And knowing this doesn’t make me uncomfortable. Not at all.”

He gives the hand he was holding a reassuring squeeze before letting go as he tries to catch your now watering eyes again.

“I feel the same way about you. Don’t feel like you have to repay me, I do everything I do for you because I want to because well, I like you. I love being around you.”

He smiles at you kindly, reaching to move a stray curl out of the way. The action and his words melts your heart into soup, you don’t hesitate to wrap your arms around his neck in a hug. He indulges and wraps his arm around your waist lifting you with ease twirling the both of you around before setting you back down with a bit of a chuckle escaping him. Arm still around your waist.

“You..really mean all of that?”

“Of course. I wouldn’t just say something like like now would I?”

He assures you, kissing your forehead lovingly.

“You’re right..and Oh! I almost forgot!”

You perk a bit which makes him confused as you quickly wiggle out of his hug and retrieve the box and present it to him.

“So it ain’t much but I hope you like it! And hope you don’t think it’s too odd..”

Gohan raises a brow and unties the ribbon to reveal a mini crochet version of himself, you and trunks.

“Be sure to give trunks his okay?”

You gently say, smiling sweetly at him; a tad bit embarrassed but proud of your hard work learning a new craft.

“What about yours?”

He asks, staring and softening at the miniature version of u with adoration (so tiny and cute lol)

You laugh and kiss his cheek and his ears start to turn red.

“I’m all yours.”

—__ ———-___——

Sorry if this is absolute cornball Lmaoo just rlly wanted to get rid of this.

[fandomtcikles]

*Slides in here to give you an idea* Psst here’s an idea, Ellie having a bad nightmare and Joel deciding to help cheer her up by building a big blanket fort in the living room of their house since that used to help Sarah when she was growing up. Ensue lots of cuddling and maybe a tickle fight caused by Ellie

Thank you so much for the prompt anon, this is absolutely amazing!

I am so sorry about the wait on this one guys between exams and writers block, this took way longer than expected but I finally got it done so I hope you guys enjoy, and thank you so much for your patience! 🥰❤️

Never too old

Warnings: descriptions of nightmares/anxiety

Word count: 1.6k

“Ellie, Ellie baby wake up it’s ok”.

Joel tried to wake her up, gently shaking her, holding onto her arm and patting it lightly, as his heart broke seeing his baby whimper and thrash around in pure terror as she slept.

“Ellie it’s me, it’s Joel”.

This seemed to finally do the trick as Ellie’s eyes shot open, springing up as she clutched her chest gasping for breath and whimpering. Seeing how broken and scared Ellie was destroyed Joel, but he had to put that aside for now, and just make sure he was there for Ellie, who desperately needed him right now. The second Ellie sprung up he backed up a few steps and took his arm off hers, to ensure he wouldn’t frighten her further.

“Hey hey it’s ok baby girl it’s me, it’s Joel, don’t worry you’re safe sweetheart”.

“Joel” she whimpered; her voice strained as she blindly reached out for him in the dark. “It’s ok baby, it’s ok I’m right here alright” he softly cooed, as he sat down her next to her wrapping her in his arms. Still trembling and gasping for air she threw her arms around his neck, clasping her hand over her mouth to contain her shaky sobs and whimpers. Joel in return just softly rubbed his hand up and down her back, shushing her gently as he pressed soft kisses to her forehead, and whispering soft reassurances to her.

They stayed like for a while, until Ellie finally stopped trembling and her muffled sobs died down as she nuzzled her face into the crook of Joel’s neck. “Sorry” she mumbled softly against his skin. “It’s ok baby” he whispered as he continued to gently rub her back, “you feeling any better?” “a little” she mumbled, although he could still feel her trembling slightly in his arms, causing him to hold her a little tighter. They continued to stay like this in silence for a few more moments, just appreciating the comfort of being in each other's presence, before Joel suddenly thought of something.

“You know as long as you’re up for it, I have an idea that might help you take your mind of it”, gently tracing patterns on her back.

“Sure what is it” she whispered, still clinging to him.

“Well when Sarah was little we would sometimes build blanket forts together, she absolutely loved it it would always put her in a good mood, if would even help her sleep better if we did at night, so what do you think?”.

Ellie thought for a moment before breaking into a small smile and looking at him, “yeah that sounds fun”.

Joel grinned, “alright kiddo it’s a plan, come on”. Finally unraveling herself from his arms, they both made their way downstairs to the living room.

“Ok so how do we do this” she asked looking around the living room.

“Well first let’s get everything we need, so all the blankets and cushions, we’ll also get your comforter and mattress down here so we can sleep in it ok” he smiled.

“Ok cool, but how are we supposed to build this thing exactly, remember I’ve never done this before”,

“Don’t worry kiddo it’s pretty easy, we just gotta lay down the mattress first, lay up the chairs back to back against the mattress, and throw the blanket over them so the things got a roof”.

Ellie looked at him for a second before giving him a slightly reluctant look, to which Joel only laughed, “don’t look so worried kid I’ll set that up, why don’t you just run up and get what we need ok”. Ellie grinned “yeah that’s probably for the best, can’t have your old man knees going up those stairs too many times can we”, she grinned cheekily, as she ran upstairs before he even had the chance to reply.

Joel only shook his head and couldn’t help but smile, “little shit” he mumbled under his breath, watching her as she rushed up the stairs. He began to gather the chairs from the kitchen and living room, lining them up as he had described, before gathering the collection of blankets they kept in the spare cupboard. It wasn’t long before he heard Ellie bounding down the stairs, arms full of her comforter and pillows.

“Watch you don’t trip” he yelled from the kitchen. “Yeah yeah” she yelled back. Joel shook his head, he swore that kid was going to be the death of him. She dumped her arm full of blankets onto the living room floor just as Joel brought through the last of the cushions, and finished setting up the chairs.

“Nice, so now we just got to get the roof on this thing” she looked at Joel. “Yup pretty much” as he sat down on the sofa looking at her expectantly, trying his best to hide the grin spreading across his face. She gave him a confused look, before looking back at the set up, “uh Joel a little help”. Joel, now completely failing at hiding his grin just chuckled slightly, “well I would kiddo, but you know, gotta take it easy with these old man knees”, causing Ellie to roll her eyes at him, “smartass”.

Joel just laughed again, “come on kiddo let’s finish getting this thing set up”. It took them about fifteen minutes, before everything was finished, but both of them were pretty pleased with the result. “Holy shit this is cool” she exclaimed, whilst kneeling down to look inside. “Knew you’d like it” Joel smiled, his heart melting at the scene, and the bittersweet memories it brought back. “Come on let’s get inside”, genuinely feeling the effect on his ‘old man knees’ as he knelt down and crawled inside, Ellie not far behind him. As he turned to lie on his back, resting against the hundred pillows they had set up inside, Ellie took the opportunity to curl up to his side, resting her head and hand on his chest, to which he couldn’t help but smile at, as the content feeling in his chest grew.

Both finally feeling the tiredness start to reach them, they stayed like this in comfortable silence for a few minutes before Ellie eventually looked up at him, “thank you, you know, for this” she whispered. Joel smiled looking down at her. “No problem baby girl, I’m glad you liked it” pressing a soft kiss to her head, as she nuzzled further into his chest, smiling slightly as she felt the comforting sound of his heartbeat. “I do, you did a really cool job, you know, even with your old man knees” she giggled.

Joel let out a little gasp of fake shock, “you little shit” he growled, and before Ellie had the chance to get away, Joel’s hands latched onto her sides, mercilessly squeezing up and down them, causing Ellie to squeal.

“JOEL YOU ASSHOLE”, but instead of trying to worm away from him, she just continued to nuzzle further into his chest, telling Joel everything he needed to know. “Sorry kiddo but you brought this on yourself” he chuckled, before slipping his hands underneath her hoodie and began spidering at her sides and ribs, causing her to squeal again, and collapse into muffled giggles against his chest. Joel’s heart melted at this and he couldn’t help but chuckle softly, “not too bad for an old man huh kiddo”, as Ellie squealed again when he hit a particularly sensitive spot on her upper ribs.

Despite barely managing to get any words out for giggles, she still managed to choke out “I wouldn’t say that old man” in between giggles, to which Joel laughed in disbelief.

“Oh you little shit you’re going to regret that” as he sat both of them up and pulled her across his lap, before spidering at her tummy, causing her to shriek, and collapse into even more laughter. “You going to apologise?” Joel laughed, “In your dreams old man” she wheezed.

Joel sighed, “ok kid don’t say I didn’t warn you though, and with that he lowered his head into the crook oh her neck and blew a massive raspberry, making sure to nuzzle his stubble against her neck. The squeal Ellie let out almost gave Joel a scare, as she collapsed into even more precious giggles. “Oh my God Joel what the fu-“ she squealed before she was cut off with yet another raspberry from Joel. “OK OK I GIVE I’M SORRY” she wheezed out in between laughter, causing Joel to stop immediately and slowed to gentle rubs on her tummy and sides to help get rid of the feeling, and pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“You ok baby” he smiled at her fondly. “Yeah yeah I’m fine whatever asshole” she muttered shyly, hiding her face in his chest again, as they returned to their original position. As they both finally felt the exhaustion start to catch up with them, they both felt their eyes start to droop, totally relaxed being in each others company, as Joel brought one hand up to play with her hair, and the other to softly rub her back, causing her to let out a content sigh and nuzzle further into him.

Still refusing to look at him, she mumbled into his chest, “thank you”, as sleep finally took over her, with the help of Joel’s gentle touch. He pressed a final soft kiss to her head before whispering to her, “of course baby girl, sweet dreams”, as he tilted his head back and let sleep take over him with his baby safe in his arms.

[stars-tonight]

Hello! I was wondering if i could get a long matchup please? and if its not taken, can i be ‍✈️ Anon? Im bisexual so i dont mind if its a girl or a boy. Thats completely up to you! Romantic relationship as well, if thats okay.

For my ideal partner, i want someone fun, kind, caring. Someone i can goof off with and joke around, but still relax and just hang out with. Hes gotta have some patience if we ever do argue because i tend to yell and get angry really fast though i always try to apologise first. Myself, I am loud, goofy but sweet. I always look out for other people and try to have fun doing it. Enjoying bringing a smile and joking around with the people i love most. Always wearing a big smile across my face. Although i know when to set down boundaries and be straightforward with people. love languages? physical Affection (giving and receiving) and words of affirmation (receiving and giving)

First ideal date? just us inside, hanging out. Watching movies and eating popcorn. Lit by candlelight. I am 5'10ft tall so i often tower over most people i meet along. i am an infp. I love reading and writing but my main passion is art of any kind. I have sight and hearing problems along with a scar on my face so.

headcanons

🥛 he's noticed and admired you from afar even before the relationship starts because you always seem so happy and bright

🥛 everyone just seems so happy around you

🥛 he's the most nervous in the first few months of the relationship

🥛 is so happy that he can barely form full sentences around you

🥛 bursting at the brims to see you every day

🥛 on the first date he's blushing so hard

🥛 he loves more chill dates like watching movies

🥛 if you squint hard enough, you can see his blush illuminated by the candlelight

🥛 as the relationship progresses, he'll open up more and joke around more with you

🥛 loves it when you initiate physical contact because he's a little too shy to do it

🥛 will do the awkward "touching pinkies" as a way to ask to hold hands

🥛 loves cuddles though

🥛 always gives you the larger half of the blanket

🥛 he compliments you on a regular basis

🥛 praising you just comes so naturally to him

🥛 he's great at expressing emotions too

🥛 yamaguchi is used to people taller than him

🥛 *cough cough tsukki*

🥛 he's actually 5'10 too so he'd be glad just to be able to talk to someone on eye level now

🥛 i also get the sense that he's really patient

🥛 i mean he's hung out with tsukishima for years

🥛 you gotta have some level of patience for that

🥛 he's a bit more introverted so i imagine that he likes reading

🥛 would leave you random book recommendations on sticky notes left around the house

🥛 if he notices you reading a book, he will silently go find a copy at the library and read along with you so you can discuss it together

🥛 would definitely take you on dates to art museums

🥛 would only be too willing to read anything you have written

🥛 gushes about you to tsukishima every day

🥛 to the point where tsukishima will probably send you a letter

🥛 "please stop doing whatever it is you're doing to yamaguchi because he hasn't shut up about you and it's getting annoying"

🥛 but tsukishima silently approves of you

🥛 as long as you make yamaguchi happy, he's okay with you

runner up for you was hinata shōyō!

A/N: i hope you liked it, ✈️anon! yamaguchi's such a sweetie he'd be such a caring partner. also fun fact i got yamaguchi once when i asked for a matchup too :)

[cursedcola]

Synopsis: They say something hurtful to their s/o and make them cry 

Characters: Ace Trappola, Jade Leech, Leona KingScholar, and Riddle Rosehearts 

Warnings: This is MUCH longer than part one. 

Part (2/2)

Read the first half: here

{A/N: Hi everyone! Here’s the second edition, as promised! This took 3 sittings to write lol. Sorry for the boring formatting but I don’t think I have the guts to deal with tumblr today.} 

Ace Trappola 

Ace doesn’t have the guts to seek you out immediately

He’s too busy holing himself up in his room. Likely wasting hours laying down; either staring at the ceiling or tossing a baseball in the air. 

His braincells are working overtime (a very rare occurrence in his case), and he’s got the classic ‘Angel vs. Devil’ advocate on each shoulder 

Ya know, think Kronk from Emperor’s New Groove 

According to his Angel, you’re better off alone. He’ll just make things worse and that’s the last thing he wants. The best option is to let himself brood and you have your space. He can wait for you to come to him, and then he’ll apologize. He needs to reflect to be better for you.

As for his Devil, he’s pissed that you ran off without him in the first place. It whispers that the issue wasn’t big enough to warrant a scene. It was only some mindless teasing, and telling him off would have been better. 

It’s a game of tug-o-war between the two. Ace’s pride doesn’t want to admit that he’s in the wrong, and wants you to apologize to him. It wants to march over to Ramshackle, demand you talk to him, and to keep going like nothing happened 

The Devil nearly wins, but somewhere in the back of his mind the Angel has an ‘ace in the hole’. One holding back that sinful pride 

It says that this fight, while small on the surface, is one that would repeat itself if left alone. It’s not the first time Ace’s teasing has gone too far, and he knows it. He has always chosen to ignore it, thinking that you can handle it. He projected himself onto you in many ways, and that’s the real problem. 

If he wants you to stay with him, then it isn’t the teasing that needs to stop. It’s the projecting. He needs to try listening more and treating you like his partner rather than a friend with benefits. 

In the end, his Angel wins

Yet he is still Ace. Patience is not his virtue, so the Devil will have his advocate. 

The fool bolts to Ramshackle, ignoring the protests of his upperclassmen and his dorm’s curfew. Not wise, considering the punishment awaiting him, but he’ll deal with that tomorrow. 

For now, all Ace is concerned with is getting to you before he passes out or does something stupid again 

Without concern for your sleep schedule, he’ll bang on the door “Oi! Open the door (Y/N)! We gotta talk,” 

If you don’t respond, he’ll keep banging until you do. It will progressively get louder and he won’t let up for a moment. It is in your best interest to open it and let him in 

When you do choose to open it, you’ll find him a mess. He didn’t bother to clean himself up after his little existential crisis. 

Once inside, he at first gets cold feet. He initially planned this long ramble about how he would be better, but one look at you makes his thoughts become static 

In the end, all he can manage is to pull you into a tight hug. One he hopes conveys how sorry he is. For earlier, and for overlooking your feelings 

If you hug him back, he’ll calm down significantly. Ace won’t want to go back to his dorm in fear of riddle so perhaps offer him merciful refuge. Give him a glass of water and let him go wash his face. 

You can sentence him to the couch, or spend some time together. He’s okay with either, but you can’t go to bed just yet. Now that he’s calm, he’ll try to scrounge pieces of what he wanted to say earlier but couldn’t.

“Hey,” he starts, facing you with his characteristic determination, “I’m gonna be better. I don’t know how just yet, but that’s my problem to figure out. Just know that I'm gonna do better by you. The next time I make you cry, it’s going to be because you’re so damn happy and can’t help it. I won’t accept nothin’ else, alright?”

.......

Will you give Ace a second chance? 

Jade Leech 

Jade is not one to act on impulse. Every move he makes is done with intent.

Every word is weighed against all others in his vocabulary

Every step is taken considering the optimal route 

Every hour is maximized, even for personal affairs and hobbies 

Jade has always been this way ever since he was a child. How else does a person become so meticulous in everything they do? You noted his behaviors early on, surprising him.

Drawing conclusions based on past experience, deducing his nature should have labeled him as cold-hearted -unapproachable- in your eyes.

 Definetly not someone to be loved or admired 

Yet, you remained fond of him. Finding security in his planning and trust in his words. If he always chose his actions carefully, then he would never lie or hurt you. He found the refreshing point of view charming, agreeing with it.  

“Many may try to harm you, but I am the least likely to,” is what he said. However, even then his words were picked selectively. Even then, he secured himself. 

‘least likely,’ is not definite. If you noticed, which he is certain of, you had not commented and instead played along. 

That conversation had been months ago, yet Jade found himself reflecting on it more in one day than during the timespan between. 

After your argument, he had steeled himself to forget his emotions until your ‘situation’ was taken care of. He met with Floyd and Azul in the VIP lounge, quickly informing them of your whereabouts and why he would be working the night shift. 

As always, he spoke guarded. Only reassuring that you would not be leaving the dorm for the rest of the night and leaving out information on the ‘lovers spat’. Utterly useless, since Floyd and Azul knew Jade well enough to sense there was more. However, neither pried.  

Instead, they readjusted the system. Now Floyd would accompany you through the day, Azul would escort you home, and Jade would personally track any abnormal behaviors from a distance. 

Needless to say, the targeting did not last much longer. Floyd may be decent at tracking, but he’s always been the one to strike in a hunt. Now Jade? He was still on your schedule, yet not bound to your side. With Floyd on guard duty, he was easily able to follow the clues after every ‘accident’. 

Two days

Two days and it was done. He had a hunch before, but it turns out that multiple people with grudges teamed up for this plan which is why their tracks were covered well. Jade still found them though, and his brother was just itching for a good squeezing. 

Unfortunately, Jade held no pity for them. Though he did offer them one last solace. 

“You have succeeded, albeit only temporarily. I grant you the mercy of this knowledge. You have also hurt someone precious, and so I will let my brother here handle your punishment. I have some loose ends to tie in the meantime,” 

With that, he leaves and lets another important issue cloud his mind. 

Jade had lost his composure with you, which normally wouldn’t be too harsh since he does have his moments. They normally appear as taunts or light teasing, but that is not the issue 

Even if he lost control over his voice, he still could have acted.  He hurt you, but instead of fixing it he chose to use the situation to his advantage. Using your moment of distraction to handle the more pressing issue, and letting your emotions fester. He also made you feel unsecure by lying though omission, despite doing it for your own safety 

Now Jade wonders, how well can you truly predict him? Enough to know he did not mean what he said? Enough to understand why he did not resolve your misunderstanding promptly? 

He first finds Azul near your dorm, who informs Jade that you’ve gone to the botanical gardens to relax. The two experience a silent communication, and Jade knows his absence has hurt you. Likely more than his words or lie. 

He finds you seated on a bench, laying back and watching the wind sway the trees. You are unsuspecting, calm, and now Jade understand why you were targeted over himself. 

“If you stare hard enough, perhaps the trees will bend to your will. Although you will then no longer need Grimm for magic lessons...” he permits himself to sit next to you without asking. You glare at him from the corner of your eye, and Jade deflates slightly. 

Something tells him that you know everything. That he spoke impulsively, that he purposefully ignored you, and that someone was after you because of him 

Yet something itches, that you do not want an apology for those issues. His only clue is how you haven’t left, and merely sit defiant as a way to say ‘we’ll? I’m waiting...’

“I suppose that an apology is in order,” he breaths, reaching out to lay a hand over one of your own, “If I am correct, you are already aware what I spoke the other day is not true,” you nod, “that I purposefully distanced myself,” you nod again, “and that I withheld knowledge concerning your safety” you nod for a third time

“I am sorry for hurting you, but not for trying to keep you safe. I do not regret that and never will. Yet -above all else- I am sorry for being distrustful and leaving you alone,” 

......

Will you accept Jade’s apology?

Leona KingScholar 

The moment the door slams, Leona is out and chasing after you. If his underclassmen know what’s good then they won’t get in his way or spread anymore gossip. They are the reason he’s in this mess anyways. 

He tried fixing one problem, but ended up with one much worse. Leona could handle your anger. He’s not the type of guy to hold his tongue, and that gets you both in many fights or troublesome situations. 

Yet those are petty fights. Normally about how he talks to your friends, skips class, or carries you around like a rag doll. He could brush them off and so could you, because deep down you were aware that he never actually aims to do harm

When it matters, he’s straightforward and heartfelt. You believe that when things get serious, he would never ditch you. Not for a moment has he lead that trust astray, until now 

In your eyes, he put his “ pride” over your trust. The initial plan was to brush his dormmates concerns off, but Leona took it too far. Though this isn’t the first time one of his schemes evicted bad karma 

Leona catches up quickly. No matter how fast a human you may be, speed is a lion’s game. 

He grabs you by the bicep just before you are able to enter the travel mirror and leave Savanaclaw. 

“Quit running before you get hurt...” he trails off, the scent of salt hitting him again except more powerful than before. Without letting go, he reaches out his other hand to wipe your tears, only to get pushed away 

While he’s startled, you rip your arm from his hold and push through the mirror. Leaving him with a last warning.

“Go away! I never want to see you again!” the command rings in his head. His arm drops limp to his side, before he growls and punches the rim of the mirror in frustration. Leona curses under his breath, before turning around and letting you go 

He can’t chase after you now, no matter how much he wants to. There is a reason Leona did not want his underclassmen to think your relationship is serious- why he told such an abhorrent lie. 

In his culture, the most respected person in an individual’s life is their partner. The moment you accepted his companionship, you became important to Leona. Which means that if you want it, then it happens. He may complain, he may groan, whine, talk back, etc. 

but whatever power he has, is now yours. You just don’t realize it. 

The same cannot be said for others. People that have bad motives. So, he lied as a preventative measure. Used his pride as a scapegoat, asserted his dominance, and planned to brief you in later. 

He tried to set things right before matter became worse, and failed. Now Leona needs a loophole. Some way to fix this without confusing you or overstepping a boundary. A way that involves a medium. 

More like an errand boy. Leona can’t send Ruggie, because the hyena by default is required to respect you as much as Leona. Jack Howl? No ties. Hates drama. No ulterior motives. 

Perfect. 

A quick bribe, pull at the heartstrings, and before Jack realizes it he’s already delivering a penned note to your dorm. 

“The house-warden is pretty bent out of shape these days. Snappy, moping, and honestly a real pain in the ass. Give the letter a chance, maybe he’ll surprise you,” Jack said upon leaving the note

Refuse him or not, you will take the letter. It’s enchanted to keep reappearing until opened by the intended recipient

 If you ask why Leona has not come himself, Jack will simply emphasize the letter again with a huff 

“Your word is binding, understand? I can claw, scratch, scream -do whatever other stupidly desperate thing you’re picturing right now- but I can not come near unless you say so. Now that you know this, let me explain everything first, and if you still want to run away then go ahead. Just know that if you don’t show up, I will keep hassling your bushy-tailed friend. Maybe I’ll enlist the gluttonous cat? All the tuna in the world in exchange for the stubborn prefect; what will he choose?”   

......

Will you return to Savanaclaw?  

Riddle Rosenhearts 

Riddle tries to follow you. He screams in his head to move, find you, explain himself, and bring you back 

Trey is looking at him expectantly, as are the rest of his dormmates. In his frozen state, his eyes scan their faces. Some of sympathy, others withholding frustration, and a few near ready to go after you in his place 

Riddle understands, you are beloved by all. You have a place here. A place with him. 

Resolving to move, he pushes his chair back to make haste. Yet, he pauses midway in a panic to stabilize himself against the table. It’s then he realizes how his legs are like jelly, and how afraid he is to speak with you again. 

Riddle nearly falls over, with Trey steadying his shoulders at the last second. He hears his name being called, yet is too absorbed in his thoughts.  

Most specifically, the voice whispering for him to let you go. 

It is no secret that Riddle has changed since meeting you. He’s become more sympathetic with his peers, and has somehow managed to become more than just respected in their eyes. He is grateful for the impact you’ve made on his life, and only a fool would not notice his adoration...

What has he done? What can he offer you? He has joked many times that you will find no better in all of Twisted Wonderland 

Does he truly believe that? No, and now you have the chance to go home. A world he has never seen before, where you can be happy. If he lets you go now, then it will make separating much easier. There will be no goodbye. He will simply return home to his mother, and when the new year begins it will be like you never entered his life. You can be free from everything-

His face stings. Riddle’s sight finally focuses on those around him, specifically on the rageful freshmen glaring daggers into his skull and with a hand raised

“Just shut up already and go after them! You’re such a big baby- ‘boo hoo I'm holding them back. My name is Riddle and I talk superior but really I’m just afraid of everything’,” Ace mimics Riddle’s voice, pretending to sound like a crying toddler, ”that is what you sound like. Damn straight you aren’t good enough for them, but you better finish what you started or someone else will,” at the end of his lecture, Ace points towards the rest of Heartslabyul’s residents and nearly all agree aloud. 

Riddle goes red, all self-deprecating thoughts vanishing at the taunt and mixing with embarrassment. Ace tries to push past him yet gets halted. Not by a collar, but merely Riddle standing in his path. All signs of jello-legs gone, as he looks his underclassmen in the eye. 

“That,” Riddle says through his teeth, “is not necessary. Rest assured that they will not be leaving Twisted Wonderland. I swear it on the name of Rosehearts,” he dismisses the final unbirthday party of the year and sends Trey to retrieve some spare stationary. Once received, he bids all a goodnight before returning to his bedroom. 

The next day arrives, and Riddle is carrying his suitcase to where he’ll be staying over summer break. On the way there he stops to release a messenger crow, one carrying a very important message. 

He walks up the steps to the house, nervous about the previous day’s events and his mother’s reaction. Waiting for a response letter will also be very stressful. The list seems to only grow...

He takes a moment to steel himself, and knock on the door. Once. Twice. Three times. As the rules dictate. 

He hears steps grow close and clutches his suitcase firm. When the door opens, he offers a meek smile, “may I come in?”  

Too surprised to speak, you step aside wordlessly and usher him inside Ramshackle dorm. 

“I am aware you may not wish to see me after yesterday,” he begins, setting his suitcase down to take your hands, “but I cannot let that be our last meeting. If visiting home is what students do over break, then I will be staying here. I want you to stay in Twisted Wonderland. I want to spend time at your side, and I am sorry for leading you to believe otherwise. I am willing to spend the entire summer earning your forgiveness, but do not leave. Please,”

.....

Will you remain in Twisted Wonderland with Riddle? 

[levi-ish]

Breakfast and Runaways | Eren

Your company was your priority. Dating wasn't in your plan. Nothing could change that, not even one night of partying. Right?

Pairing: Eren x reader

Genre: [+18] CEO!reader, employee!Eren

Warnings: rough sex, mentions of abuse, use of alcohol and drugs.

A/N: this will be a short story, I have just read a lot of modern!setting erens but never seen him as an employee to the reader. so I wrote it. also, dont mind me recycling my old fics titles, they were just too good to go to waste. hope you enjoy <3

AO3

Masterlist

Fuck old people.

What do they actually do for society? They drive slowly, stop walking in the middle of your way, and worst of all, they think you actually owe them something.

And now, watching that wrinkly, bald, chapped-lip grandpa with his disgusting frown as he spoke so lowly of you, you kept on repeating a calming mantra, praying to whatever god was up there that you could keep your patience. And you did. Maybe you should go back to church, maybe cook a turkey as offering or something.

“Yes, Mr. Zackly” you spoke softly, maintaining the serious and understanding expression you always held during these meetings. A quick sign of your hands was enough to make your secretary open the folder in her hands and place a few sheets on top of the table, hanging there for each chairman.­ “I understand where you’re coming from, I just don’t see how the appeal from the public eye would change anything in this business. Our numbers are great, we’ve managed to keep it under the budget every year, everyone’s got their bonuses, we are known and wanted.”

The man threw both the men sitting by his sides a sarcastic look and crossed his arms in front of his face, resting his chin on top of his fat fingers.

“You are a very bright woman, Ms. Reader, you’ve managed—”

“Earned” you corrected him.

“Managed to grow this company and make your little girls dream come true” he kept on talking, you could see the spit falling on top of his beard as you tried your best not to let your disgust show, “but I’m just being realistic. For this company to go global, you’d need more approval than just us… the buyers, the sellers, the sponsors, they are used to seeing… other kinds of CEOs.”

“And what would you mean by that?” you clicked your tongue, not feeling like entertaining the calmness in your expression anymore.

“Well, Ms. Reader, I see our conversation isn’t reaching any points. We’ve talked about this part before, maybe it’s time for you to give it another thought. Enjoy your celebrations!”

Yeah, you knew exactly what he was referring to.

He wanted you to give your company away. The same company you built from the ground, saving every penny ever since you were just fifteen and working three part-time jobs, sweating yourself and almost passing out from exhaustion every now and then. The same company you battled with your teeth and nails to keep it on the ground, making sure everyone were getting paid and satisfaction from their jobs, even if it meant you would be back home with only half a packet of instant noodles to eat the day. The same company that you put heart and soul in, and you just couldn’t.

Fuck money, you didn’t want that. You just had a thirst for working hard and earning something of your own; something you could call your own, your publishing company. And now some old fuck was telling you that you should get married to someone to take over your place as CEO. Disgusting.

Dude, he even offered his nephew, as if you weren’t going to notice how bad he wanted to run your company for you.

And that’s how you ended up in that place now, drunk to the bone as you danced your legs off with a bottle of whiskey on your hand, swinging just as smoothly as your hips to the beat of the throwback songs playing so loud you could barely hear your thoughts — as if you had anything else going through your mind.

“Oh holy fuck” Sasha screamed, her hands falling to her exposed thighs that were almost glistening from the sweat from all the dancing. “Gotta take a break! Let’s go to the bar!”

“Yes, please!” Mikasa brushed her bangs from her face and you all retreated to the crowded bar, pushing your way through a bunch of drunken bodies as if they weren’t anything.

You leaned onto the countertop on your elbows, not caring to brush the hair away from your face, not minding one bit how you looked. Sasha started waving her hand around, trying to get the bartenders attention and failing miserably as he was rushing between orders.

“Hey!” She kept on screaming but her voice just fell into the void. “Fucking hell, I just want booze”

“Calm down Sash” Mikasa placed one of her hands on top of the other girl’s shoulder, clearly too buzzed herself. “He’ll get here soon— HEY!”

The man passed through you and started taking the orders from people from the other side of the counter.

You took a swig of your whiskey and passed the bottle to Sasha and she took the last sip, putting it in front of her as other bartender passed by to grab it and put it away, not stopping to take her order. She stood there in disbelief. “I give up.”

A drunken laugh fell from your lips as you turned around, leaning on your back and eyes wandering around. Your goal tonight was to get fucked up and get fucked. It was new years eve after all, so it shouldn’t be that hard to achieve that, in fact—

“Those gentleman over there offered you girls this bottle” the bartender came by and put it in front of you and three shot glasses.

You frowned and leaned back, trying to find the guys he was talking about, only to set your eyes on a deep and alluring set of emerald ones. You offered him a smirk as you turned to cheer with your girls, opening the new bottle of Don Julio and pouring it for you to take a shot. You, Sasha and Mikasa didn’t even mind who it came from, it was free booze, a free bottle of booze. And the good kind. Expensive

“Fuck old men” you cheered as you raised your cup.

“Yesss, get a sugar daddy!” Sasha screamed.

“That’s not what she meant” Mikasa corrected her, downing her own shot.

“Holy shit, came down burning like a fucking forest fire” Sasha put her tongue out and waved at it, as if to soften the acidic taste.

The booze from the adrenaline and the newly taken shot started to rush trough your body as you let a sigh fall from your mouth, holding the bottle so no smarty-pants would try and take it from you. You were so deep in trance of the alcohol that took it a whole minute for you to notice that Mikasa and Sasha were hugging some people in front of you, and the fact that you knew some of them.

“Oh my god, guys, when did you get here?” Sasha screamed as she put her arm around some guy’s shoulders, he had a buzz cut and clear hazel eyes and a deep flush stamped on his face as if he was already way pass his drinking limit.

“Jean suggested it earlier, so we came down to celebrate” Armin, your head of the HR tried to talk louder than the noise, and you had to lean closer so you could hear him.

“Don’t file a complaint” you winked as you downed another shot straight from the bottle, going to lean back as your back felt a warm body right behind you.

You looked up to find the same pair of emerald eyes, now burning a hole into you as you offered him a smile.

“And who are you?” You raised the bottle to your mouth as he took it from your hands and took a shot himself.

“Eren” he simply said, as if the information didn’t matter at all. He had his chestnut hair in a low bun, effortlessly put up as if he didn’t mind the way it looked, and he was right. He was attractive enough for people to care how his hair stood. He also smelled citric, almost like tangerines and lime.

Bingo.

“Where’s Jean?” Mikasa looked around, not minding the other two’s presence.

“Probably fixing his hair for the fifth time” Connie said and Sasha fell into laughter.

“You all know each other?” You asked, trying to move your attention from the Greek god that stood so close to you that you could almost smell his scent.

“Mikasa grew up with them” Sasha pointed at Armin and the man by your side. “The rest of us met at college.”

“Funny, I haven’t seen any of you before” you found it quite odd. Even though you transferred to Shiganshina Uni on your junior year, you’d never seen Connie or Eren around.

“Thank god, you didn’t have to deal with those airheads” Sasha let the remark fall and Connie gave her a push. “Ouch, fucker.”

You turned around, already feeling the green eyes burning in his presence, and a warm feeling was starting to pool deep in your stomach.

“Wanna dance, Eren?” He just nodded and you two went to the dance floor, sneaking in the crowd.

Seconds, minutes, hours passed and you didn’t even know what time it was until people from the bar started counting down. You were too busy grinding on this fine piece of man, swaying your hips with his as his hands roamed your body, feeling like turning into a puddle as he pushed your hair back to fit his face in your neck, giving hot kisses that made you melt under his touch.

5. You turned around, hands falling from his neck to his chest.

4. He stared deep into your eyes as you raised your bottle and took a swig of it.

3. You offered him a shot and he took it, eyes never breaking contact.

2. You licked your lips as one of your hands found its place behind his neck.

1. His hands were burning hot on the naked back of your dress.

As the ball dropped and the crowd fell crazy, you pulled him by the collar of his black shirt, lips finding each other in a feverish kiss, holding him by the long strands that fell of his low bun, not caring if you were making a mess of his hair, just wanting to satisfy all your needs and forget the frustrations that crept in the back of your mind.

And fuck, he knew exactly what he was doing, playing with your hair as his tongue found yours, exploring limits and feeling too hot for the crowded atmosphere around. Everyone was already long forgotten, and there were only you two standing in that oasis you built yourself. You kissed him as if he was the last cup of water in the world and he returned with the energy of marking you as his, almost animalistic, eager to get out of there.

That’s how you found yourself now in the bathroom, locking it so no one else could enter and dress riding up to your waist as you leaned on the mirror, his hands holding your hips still on the marbled counter, you were soaked up, not caring if you were going to make a mess out of your dress. His fingers worked on unbuttoning the black shirt and revealing a fit chest that made you gasp.

It’s not fair how some people seemed to be sculped by the gods. He was a fucking Michelangelo’s piece, but standing right in front of you.

You lowered your hand to run down the bumps of his abs until you found the happy trail, going lower and lower, enjoying how his chest was rising with his quick breaths, too excited with the control you held over him.

That was, until, in a quick move, he took your wrists and pinned them over your head, mouth falling to your neck and leaving hot, messy kisses all over your skin and the way his breath fanned over each of the marks he left made you tremble. Even more when his fingers were dangerously dancing on top of your inner thighs.

His mouth left your neck and you sighed, frustrated of not being touched for even a second, and he rose to your face to give you a quick peck, teeth holding your lower lip in between them as he gave you another one of his deep stares, going straight down to his knees.

“Hey, I— oh shit” you were going to complain until he left a slow, lingering hot kiss on top of your panties, and you felt like you were going to die right then and there.

He took his time after pushing it to the side, giving you slow licks as his thumb fell on your clit, massaging it and making you jump from the feeling every now and then. Every time he did something right, the fucker knew it, so he kept on the smug smile as his eyes fell on yours and you pulled on his chocolatey locks to make him shut the attitude, pushing him further into your cunt.

You threw your head back, banging on the mirror but not minding the pain because Eren’s fingers were already diving inside you, making your grip on his hard so hard that you could almost sweat he moaned.

“Aww, how cute, you enjoyed that?” You teased, having trouble to make sense in your words.

He lightly bit your clit, making you wince and kick him in the back with the heel that hadn’t fell yet.

He giggled as he curved the fingers inside you to reach your g-spot quicker, putting a lot of stimulation there. You almost had to bite your hand to contain your screams, and the man seemed to notice the muffled moaning happening, so he stood slowly, grabbing your wrist and pulling it away from your mouth and came so close to your face that his nose bumped into yours.

“Lemme hear ‘ya” it was all he said while his fingers kept on working wonders inside you, and now you let yourself free, moans coming out loud, knowing that it would be hard for anyone to hear from the outside, as the partying was way louder than any sounds you could make.

He stayed there, breath fanning over your mouth as you stared with dazed eyes, fucked dumb just from his digits and the smug smile came back, almost making you want to slap him just as much as you wanted him to slap you.

A whimper fell from your mouth as he retreated his hand, and you gave him a confused look. “Wha— I was almost there!”

“Want you to cum on my cock” he simply said, as if it was nothing.

No fucking way. Little shit.

Your grip on his hair tightened and you pulled his head back, leaning over to his ear, whispering: “you don’t make the rules here, pretty boy.”

“Yea?” He leaned back, taking hold of your other wrist, putting it away from his hair. “And who does? You?”

An intense expression washed over your face as you tilted your head to the side, grabbing the same tequila bottle that was almost empty by your side, almost forgotten on top of beige marble.

“Wouldn’t you like to know that?” You said softly, taking a swig of the alcohol and giving it to him.

Your fingertip bumped his nose as your other hand freed itself from his grip, running lower and lower on his chest, until you found the bulge that formed under the layers of clothing that you wished he had gotten rid of already. You caught the way he tensed under your touch and took liberty to tighten your grip on him, licking your lips as he took a shot.

You quickly undid his buttons and the zipper, hand fishing under his boxers as you kept the eye contact, knowing that it taking a brick from the tension wall you were building would make it all crumble down, and you liked that power of having him on your fingertips. Figurative and literally.

Just from the touch, you could take notes on how thick and big he was, his cock falling hot and heavy on your palm as you gave a few teasing tugs, rubbing the pad of your thumb over his slit, knowing that you were doing a good job from the small gasps and whimpers that fell from his mouth. More like they escaped, because he seemed flustered when he noticed that you were eating him up — in one bite.

As if in a battle for control, he took the backs of your thighs and pushed them back, the movement so sudden that you withdrew your hand and he took that as an opportunity to free his cock and go for your lips again. It was a quick kiss this time, but by the end of it, you could swear that he spat in your mouth, and by the way he held a hand in front of your face, you were sure that that’s what he really wanted. So you spat on it too and watched how he covered his length in both of your saliva.

It was a hot sight to see, you weren’t gonna lie.

He held his cock lined up to your pussy and you were just praying that he would fucking move already, and the other hand was raised to your neck, holding part of your jaw and slowly moving to the center of your throat, giving it a light squeeze.

“Fucking move!” You whined and he rolled his eyes, tightening his grip on your neck as he bottomed out so quick that you let a scream escape.

Both of your hands found place on the back of his neck, playing with the hairs on his nape and pulling some so hard that his hair tie fell somewhere on the floor. Neither of you cared, as you were busy enjoying the way his tip met your cervix with each hard thrust.

His dick felt too good inside you, even if there was a small burning by your walls from the size of it, but you enveloped him so good that stopping wasn’t an option. Your mind was empty, no thoughts on sight, not even a kilometer away, and you were fine with that. That moment you didn’t think of stress, you didn’t care to be perfect, you didn’t care about the old fuckers that wanted you to give all your hard work away. You didn’t care. That was priceless for you.

“Holy shiiiit—you’re fucking me so good” you whined as your face found a spot in his neck, biting the skin without noticing, wanting any type of adrenaline rush that you could get.

“You like that, huh?” He said in almost a whisper, breathless and so were you. “Let’s see how much you can take.”

His hand fell to where your bodies met, running down your navel to your clit once more, rubbing it slow, taking his time to savor the way you were moaning so pretty in his ear, taking every word you babbled out every now and then.

“That-that’s all you c-can do?” You tried to tease, almost failing as you stuttered between words. He took it as a challenge though, going slightly faster each thrust.

You watched the way he went all back until there was just his tip inside you just to thrust his whole length inside you, slamming the back of your thighs with his thick ones. Small whimpers fell from your mouth and you leaned back, malice sparkling in your eyes as you pretended to yawn.

“Why are you going easy on me?” You said, leaning on top of the sink as you let your spine rest on the mirror, but your eyes stayed on his.

Oh boy, how you would regret it later.

His grip tightened on your throat once more, now choking you for a few seconds before letting go.

“Fucking slut” he leaned closer to your face, pinching your cheeks so your mouth would open, and he let his spit fall on top of your tongue as you swallowed it with a wicked smile on your lips. “You can’t take it.”

“Oh, I know I can” your smile grew larger.

Guess what, you couldn’t.

His hand slammed your face to the side, your cheek colliding with the coldness of the mirror as he thrusted even harder, his fingers digging into your clit as he rolled the thumb in light speed.

You definitely couldn’t take it.

Now you were screaming, putty under his touch and whatever trace of the teasing act was now gone to never be seen again, hips moving on their own to meet his quicker, missing every millisecond his dick was gone until it met with your insides again. Your walls seemed to have molded around him, a perfect place for his cock and only his cock.

This stranger ruined sex for you.

You slipped under his touch and grabbed his face against yours, mouths barely touching as you made him swallow your moans, fucked dumb to the point that non coherent words were falling from your lips, things that rushed past your mind and you were vocalizing, not minding how loud or scandalous you were being. You only cared to find your release that built up from each slap of thighs.

“Let me—fuck—make me… Oh gooood, cum inside!” You repeated those words again and again, hoping that it would make him go even faster if it was even possible.

His hand rested on your cheek and you held his wrist with both hands, guiding his thumb into your mouth and sucking it viciously, sloppy and messy, and giving him a whole show to enjoy, content with the effect you had on him.

“Gonna fill you up” he said mid-moan, and you let his thumb go with a soft bite to the flesh.

You guided his head to rest on your neck as you wrapped your legs around his waist, encouraging him to go harder, the remaining heel fell from your foot as you moved with him, just as fast, wanting to reach your high.

He was now groaning louder and louder, you could almost swear you head a moan here and there, and you learned that he wasn’t shy to be vocal; it was pretty hot. As he came closer and closer to the climax, he craved his teeth in your shoulder, forcing a scream out of you. You took the chance to dig your fingernails even deeper into his skin, letting them dance around with scratches, making this man your territory for the night.

Soon enough, his movements fell sloppy on you and the hot feeling inside your walls grew hotter with the coloring of his seed, marking you his territory for the night.

[…]

Fucking stop screaming, you begged for the birds to stop with all the noise.

You woke up with the worst headache you ever had, face down on a plush pillow and feeling a light breeze on the back of your thighs. A soft smell of tangerines and lime invaded your nose. Your eyes opened slowly and quickly closed, noticing how bright it was in the room.

But I have blackout blinds…?

You sat instantly, looking around to notice that it wasn’t your bed, neither your room. Looking down, you found yourself in a Black Sabbath shirt that smelled like men’s perfume and definitely didn’t belong to you. On the floor, you could see your red high heels thrown around and your purse just by their side, so you jumped from the bed and quickly fell to the floor as your knees gave up.

The fuck?

You crawled to your purse and searched for your phone inside, only to find it with only 18% of battery and a lot of missed calls. Most of them from Mikasa.

“Shit, shit, shit” you muttered to yourself as you dialed her number, sitting down on the carpet and covering your eyes from the sunlight. “Hey, Meeks, what’s up?”

“Are you getting here?” She asked and you frowned.

“Getting where?” That’s when you remembered, you had work.

Who even had that dumb idea? Oh yea, the fucking old men from the board. The same ones that didn’t celebrate New Year’s Eve, they probably fell asleep watching the ball drop and disappointed their wives by not being able to get their dicks up.

It wasn’t even a real day of work, it was just a day where you would give a half-assed speech of orientation to the new employees and spend the rest of your day in your office approving deals and shit.

“Fuck, I totally forgot” you said to yourself, but Mikasa heard. You checked the time; 8:14AM. You’d slept only two hours.

“Just get here, Zackly is hanging around and I’ve already used the excuse of your car breaking too many time.”

She hang up and you sighed, trying to make a mental to-do list so you could organize yourself. What’s first, what’s first…

You grabbed your purse and heels, stripping from the black shirt and folding it on top of the bad, now looking around for your underwear and quickly redressing yourself. You put the dress back on and snuck out, looking back and forth the hallway to see if there was any chance of bumping into unwanted people. Shoes in hand to avoid any clicking noises, you rushed to what you guessed was the door of the apartment, only to find a shirtless man standing in the middle of the living area, a cereal bowl in his hands and a shocked look in his eyes.

“Who are you?” You asked and he frowned. He had light brown hair in a mullet hairstyle and a faint stubble growing down his jaw. His hazel eyes followed your movements.

“Excuse me?” He pointed at you. “I live here. Who are you?”

“Sorry, did we… hm…”

“If we slept together?” He sat down on the couch. “Nah, you’d remember if we did. You were with Eren.”

You were confused, the name was familiar but you couldn’t quite remember much.

“Also, maybe tune it down a little next time, it was hard to sleep through the screams.”

You felt a deep flush rush to your face and you shook your head.

“Sorry, also, I’m late, thanks for the stay or something” you babbled as you pointed at the door. “Gotta go.”

He nodded and you left, putting your heels back on as soon as you reached the elevator.

It wasn’t hard to find an uber, but the prices were way up from the events, and it almost felt like a deep stab to pay 40 bucks for a ride. You decided to go straight to work, knowing that there was a change of clothes in your office, and going back home to shower would take longer, and you didn’t want to give Zackly the satisfaction.

You quickly jumped from the car and rushed to the backdoor, knowing you wouldn’t meet anyone else in your way, so you quickly sneaked into your office and changed into a deep grey blazer with a matching skirt, keeping the same heels on. Walking on them were somewhat a challenge, since your feet hurt and your back was killing you from the night before.

You also didn’t remember much asides from fucking in the bathroom, fucking in the apartment, fucking in the shower, fucking in the bed again, fucking in the counter, and a whole bunch of fucking to add to the list.

Your memory was starting to clear and more images from the night before flooded your mind, how good you felt as skin slapped against skin, as he choked you until you begged for more, every little whimper and groan, all added to the whole package and making heat pool once more in—

For fucks sake, stop it!

“Oh god, you look like hell” said Mikasa standing behind your half-opened door, staring you up and down.

“Please, don’t remind me” you pointed as you went inside your private bathroom, washing your face with cold water, craving a cup of black coffee.

“I hate whoever had the idea of putting us to work today” she pinched her nose as she came in, sitting on your brown couch.

“I hate Sasha for not having to come in today” it was true, not a lot of you had to work that morning, Sasha was the head of marketing, so she didn’t actually need to come.

You and Mikasa on the other hand…

She must’ve been pretty mad that you made her CFO, now.

“Gosh, I feel worse than I look” you stared at your own image in the mirror, the messy makeup and hair all over the place, a frown painting your brows as you tried your best to conceal it.

“Ah, I’d almost forgot” she said from where she was and you gave her a look over the shoulder. “We hired the editor last week. He’ll show up today, but…”

“Great!” You interrupted her. “When’s he coming?”

“With all the new employees, by 10. Also…”

“Sorry, Meeks” you jumped out of the bathroom. “I really need some black coffee before speaking with Zackly. Talk later, alright?”

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but quickly closed it and nodded, leaving probably to her own office as you found the spare charger and plugged your phone in it.

A quick trip to the kitchen and you found Armin there, standing like an angel from above as he brewed the coffee. Thank god for this guy.

“You’re my salvation” you said as you approached him, grabbing your mug from the cabinet and putting it in front of him to serve.

“Rough night?” He asked and you gave him an exhausted sigh, rushing the mug to your mouth without caring about burning your tongue or the bitterness. He stared dumbfounded, but quickly dismissed it.

“You know you didn’t have to come, right?” You looked over the rim of the mug and he nodded.

“Yea, but my friend is coming in today, and I wanted to give him support.”

“Your friend?” You questioned, not because of curiosity, but to make small talk. Anything was better than actually thinking. It almost hurt to use your brain.

“Mhm” he poured himself a cup, but grabbed the sugar, unlike you. “Oh, you met him—”

“Ms. Reader” a voice came from the entrance and you felt sick to the stomach, throwing away all the prayers of not having to meet that man that early in the morning. “A word?”

Armin gave you a sympathetic look and you walked away, pointing at your office as Zackly followed you. He took the liberty to already sit his fat ass on your expensive chairs and you threw your body on your own, the other side of your desk.

“How was New Year’s?” He asked and you gave him a fake smile.

“Just fine” you nodded. “How was yours?”

“Had some wine with steak with a few friends from the golf club” he said and you had to hold in the roll of your eyes at each pretentious word that fell from his dry lips.

“Must’ve been great then” you kept on the fake smile and turned on your computer.

“But that’s not why I came here to talk” he kept on going. Of course. “I know you’re pretty resistant on the idea of choosing someone to fall under the CEO title…”

“Because it’s my title. I worked hard for it” you stated, but he didn’t seem to care.

“Still, it’s not as if you wouldn’t be doing the same work as before, it’s just a title, now.” He shook his head. “But that’s not why I’m here, again. We’ve got a buyer.”

You frowned, confused. “A buyer… for what?”

“For the company.”

Disbelief was shown all over your face, you didn’t know where this man got that much courage to bring up so much non-sense to you, and still believe that he was doing a brilliant thing. The nerve of him.

“Are you kidding me?”

He frowned himself. “No, why would I joke about a serious matter?”

“So, what you’re saying is that I should sell the company I built, and that have no financial problems whatsoever, just because you didn’t get your way?”

“Actually, it would be an amazing thing. If we sell it, you’d still earn accordingly and maybe join the board of directors if you want it so bad.”

“You must be kidding me” you muttered to yourself, pinching your nose as the headache crept in once again.

“You should think of what’s good for the company, not for you. Think of it as your child, wouldn’t you want it to grow the best it could? If we sell, Paradis Publisher could go global!”

You shook your head; a small giggle fell from your laugh. Soon enough, it turned into a whole belly laughter and you couldn’t contain yourself. A lot of pent-up anger and frustration took over you and you must had been looking like the Joker by now.

“Fucking get out of my office” you said mid-laughter, not caring about what else he had to say about your phrasing.

He tried to snap back, but your laughter grew louder and louder, and soon enough, you were crying. Crying from being still half-drunk, crying from all the frustration you held against this fucking man, crying from all the stress you accumulated, crying for not having a life of your own. If you had to say what was your lowest point, you would definitely mark this one.

Couldn’t get any worse.

You stood from your chair, grabbed your purse and went straight out, following almost robotically a path to outside the building, just wanting to buy some cigarettes and maybe some vodka to cure the hangover with another one.

As you stepped outside, though, you bumped into someone, a hard chest and a familiar scent, something like… tangerines and lime.

Your stomach twisted in its place as you stepped back, only to find a set of emerald eyes staring back at you, quite in shock, and so were you, too focused on staying composed as life hit you with its worst karma. Was it because you didn’t pay your park tickets last week? Was it because you dropped your niece once? Was it because you broke Sasha’s vase and blamed it on her dog?

You’d to have been a fucking criminal in your past life, and paying for all your doings in this one.

“What are you doing here?” He asked as he held your shoulders, balancing you and you tried your best to get out of your shock state.

No. Fucking. Way.

And as if it wasn’t enough, you decided that things could actually get worse as your stomach twisted and turned and all the remnants of the coffee you’d just drank were now painting his shoes.

[becca-e-barnes]

Take Care of Everything

This is my first ever fic for a writing challenge omg I’m so excited! Huge congratulations to @balenciagabucky for hitting 3K followers!! That’s such a huge milestone and thank you for organising such a fun challenge! So excited to read the rest of the submissions 💗 @dulceslibrary

Pairing: Personal Assistant! Bucky Barnes x Lawyer! Reader

Word Count: 3.5k maybe?

Summary: There’s only one thing in your life that your PA doesn’t take care of

Warnings: Smut, praise kink, pet names, protected sex (go me for writing something safe sex for a change), court mention, lil fluff, mile high club

Minors, do not interact.

“Un-fucking-believable.” You couldn’t stop the roaring boil of the blood in your veins, storming out of the court room with your long black gown billowing behind you. Being one of the top barristers in the country brought it’s fair share of high profile cases but this one had got on every last nerve in your body and you were out of patience.

The case itself wasn’t the problem. The issues were straightforward enough and applying law to fact, at the most basic level, your client had done nothing wrong. It should have been essentially cut and dry. The problem was the opposing council and the lack of intervention from the judge.

The prosecution had torn your witness to shreds. You had tried to warn the poor woman beforehand, as you did with every client, but on the stand, she had just crumbled under such an intense and downright ignorant line of questioning.

It shouldn’t have even been allowed in the first place. The judge should have stepped in and clipped the opposing council’s wings but the damage was already done and now you would have to pick the pieces up when court resumed on Monday.

“How did it go?” Your personal assistant must have been leaning outside the courtroom door for who knows how long, his suit somehow as neat and pristine as always, despite the fact it was the end of the day.

“Fucking dreadful, Terry was an asshole to Andrea and she lost it. Should’ve known he’d pull shit like that, he’s always a cunt on Friday evenings.” You practically spat the words out, heels clicking on the floor as you made your way down the marble hall to collect your things and begin to put an end to this miserable week.

Part of you almost wanted to laugh at how Bucky had developed the skill of being able to keep up with your pace without even having to look up from his blackberry. That only came from years of practice.

“Terry loves playing with fire. Fuck him. If anyone can put him in his place on Monday, it’s you.” Bucky still hadn’t taken a second to pull his nose up from his phone, his steps landing in perfect time with yours until you reached the chamber at the end of the hall, throwing the heavy wooden door open in front of you. Bucky filtered in behind you of course, closing the door behind him before slipping his phone neatly into his pocket.

“Thought your doctor warned you about your blood pressure? You gotta calm down.” Bucky’s face showed he was genuinely concerned, his eyebrows knitted together in disdain but there was nothing new there. He had worked for you for years now and truth be told, he was damn good at his job, not to mention the fact he was the closest thing to a friend your busy schedule allowed you to have.

“I’ll calm down when I’m dead. We need to get to the airport if we’re going to make that flight for the convention.” You pulled your wig off, setting it neatly into the little wooden closet before removing your gown, hanging it up alongside the other worn ones from earlier in the week so they could all be dry cleaned and back in the closet for Monday.

“It’s a private jet honey, it can’t leave without you.” Bucky laughed softly, knowing you were worked up and hoping a little joke would ease the tension.

You had to admit, you were so thankful for Bucky. He was devoting the prime of his life to making sure you had everything you needed, your life only felt so seamless because Bucky made it that way. He didn’t just manage your calendar and fetch you coffee like any other PA, he lived and breathed you. He went everywhere with you, crashing in your spare room at least three nights a week because you had both worked yourselves to exhaustion. He never missed anything. He had a solution for every problem, nothing was too big for him to tackle and given the chance, you two could absolutely take over the world one day. You confided in him, and he in you, getting to know every tiny detail of his life in the past few years, right down to that fact that neither of you had seen your family or been on a date in months. Hell, he’d went as far as buying you a packet of batteries one Monday after a particularly long and stressful court hearing.

“Here, got you these.” He had smiled mischievously as he handed them over to you, chuckling a little at your confused expression. “For your vibrator. Looks like it’s gonna be a long week.” You took them gratefully, joking with him that you really would need them, tucking them into your handbag and damn were they appreciated. The following morning he had asked how you had got on and you could only laugh. You didn’t tell him how thoughts of him had come into your head right as you had gotten close. Similarly, you didn’t tell him how painfully intense your orgasm had been when you imagined him on the bed with you, watching you come apart against the plastic toy. You could just picture his hungry gaze, watching how your body gushed as you released, nipples pebbled from arousal and your lips parted, a single whimper of his name escaping you as you rode out your high.

No, that was a little secret you would keep to yourself. He didn’t need to know your dirtiest fantasies. He was an employee. An employee that often arrived at your bedroom door shirtless and smirking, holding a stack of freshly made pancakes on the mornings he stayed over at yours but an employee nonetheless.

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The cab ride to the airport would have been silent if it hadn’t been for the gentle tapping of your thumbs and Bucky’s racing over your respective phone screens. You had at least two dozen emails left to reply to and your eyelids were beginning to get heavy, the body heat radiating from Bucky in the cab’s back seat making you drowsy. You took a second, squeezing your eyes shut to force away the tiredness before going back to typing relentlessly.

The trip to the airport was short, Bucky had competed the preflight checkin so you essentially stepped straight onto the plane, taking a seat by the window, with Bucky taking the one opposite you. Takeoff was smooth as always, your phones picked back up as soon as it was safe to do so. But with the glowing screen came a fresh wave of drowsiness, your eyelids threatening to close of their own accord.

“Shit, Buck did you pack my -“

“Glasses? Left side of your bag, under the tissues.” Bucky finished your sentence for you, not looking up from his phone.

“And my -“

“Eye drops? In your makeup bag.” There it was again. What surprised you most was that Bucky didn’t even need to see you to work out exactly what was wrong.

“Do you really just take care of everything?” You huffed out a little laugh, digging through your bag, finding both your glasses and eye drops exactly where he told you they would be.

“Everything but you.” He chuckled, finally setting his phone down.

“What do you mean ‘everything but me’? All you ever do is take care of me. You organise my shopping and dry cleaning for god’s sake.” The whole notion of Bucky doing anything but taking care of you was just insane because you sure as hell didn’t have time to do any of those things for yourself. That’s what you hired him for after all.

“I didn’t mean like that. I meant like really take care of you. You’re so damn up tight.” You knew by the little chuckle that accompanied his words that he meant it affectionately but it still made you slightly defensive.

“I’m not up tight.” You protested. Normally you would’ve let harmless comments like that slide but the combination of your shitty day and the fact you were so sleepy made it impossible to not seek out conflict. This was the life you were used to after all. A life of treating almost everyone you came across adversarially. It was second nature to you at this point, inside and outside the courtroom.

“Come on, you seem to forget I am your calendar. You think I don’t know you haven’t gotten any in months? You should get laid, that’s all I’m sayin’. Wouldn’t kill you to have an orgasm every once in a while.” The words roll off his tongue like it’s nothing and truth be told, if you were in better form, this would have been a perfectly normal conversation between the two of you. Neither of you were particularly shy when it came to talking about your hookups.

You hated how right he was. You hated that you hadn’t been touched in months and Bucky knew that. You hated that most days, you were too exhausted to bother tending to your own needs. And you hated the warmth spreading through your body at the thought of Bucky finally taking care of you.

“Don’t know Buck, an orgasm might actually kill me with my high blood pressure.” You needed this conversation to turn more light hearted and you needed it fast, before your head became so clouded with need that Bucky picked up on it.

“I mean, I handle everything else for you. Wouldn’t even mind if that became part of my remit.” You almost couldn’t believe how carefree and nonchalant this whole conversation seemed, Bucky hoping you missed how he cock twitched in his trousers. Of course you didn’t. You missed nothing.

“If what became part of your remit?” You quizzed firmly, trying not to give anything away but knowing your eyes had gone big and doe-like, entirely of their own accord. This was a dream come true.

“You. Actually taking care of you. However you need.” His stare was intense, watching you keenly to determine whether he had horrendously overstepped and was about to get fired.

“Why would you even want to?” Your voice carried every single ounce of confusion you were feeling, staring Bucky down with an intensity that mirrored his own in that moment.

“You’re far too smart to act dumb.” He replied softly, knowing it was all or nothing now. If he was getting fired, he might as well be honest. His head tilted downwards, drawing your attention to the bulge growing in his suit trousers. Years worth of need and longing bubbling over all at once.

“If you want this, tell me. If not, that’s fine. But it doesn’t need to be anything romantic. Can be just sex. Whatever you want.” He was doing his very best to stay calm, his brain finally catching up with his mouth and considering that he was now in way too deep to just apologise and about to get his ass handed to him at thousands of feet in the air by one of the best legal minds in the world.

You’d never wanted anything more in your life. It was almost like Bucky was dangling himself in front of you. A piece of meat before a lion that could be snatched away at any second. You weren’t going to give him the chance, professionalism be damned. You were out of your seat and onto his lap in a flash, your pencil skirt hiked up to allow you to bracket his legs in your own.

“Are you sure about this?” Your quizzed softly, giving him one last chance to back out before you lost all self control.

“Do I feel like I’m not sure?” His voice was almost a choked whisper, his hands landing on your hips to press you down against his stiff cock.

You’d never seen him like this before. Horny and needy and losing himself in the feeling of you on top of him after years of fantasies. He had tried to curb the fantasies but his body didn’t allow him to. You were all he could think of on those lonely nights, a hand wrapped around his cock, groans and whimpers escaping until he came over his hand, a cry of your name pulled from his lips. He thought you would never know. And now here he was, the woman of his dreams perched in his lap, asking to be taken care of. Even the filthiest parts of his brain couldn’t have come up with this.

He could never have dreamt how you moved forward so tentatively, your lips hardly even touching his. He was used to seeing you confident, in control, the calmest person under pressure and yet here you were, unsure of yourself for the first time, he imagined, in your life. You both kept your eyes open for a little while, your lips sliding together gently, getting a feel for one another, up until your teeth sank into the plush skin of his bottom lip and an actual groan left him, his eyelids fluttering shut. The sound could’ve made you quiver with need. It was so alarmingly sexy, knowing your huge, sexy PA could be taken apart with the smallest touches. Suddenly, this seemed to be as much, if not more, for Bucky’s benefit than your own.

“Thought this was for me, hm?” Somehow your condescending court voice was pushing him over the edge. You felt one of his hands come up, tangling in your hair while the other wrapped around your waist, pulling your core flush with his clothed cock. He kissed you with a burning intensity that made your head swim and your pussy throb, loving how he was taking control but still hurtling further into a breathless, needy state.

“You’ve no idea how long I’ve thought about this. Didn’t think we’d be joining the mile high club.” He huffed out a little light laugh, using his grip on your waist to help you roll your hips over his growing erection.

“Couldn’t have been thinking about this for as long as I have.” You smiled softly, letting out a little gasp as his cock nudged you just right through your panties that you were sure had been soaked through already. His eyes went wide at your admission, his dick twitching deliciously underneath you.

“Fuck, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.” He whispered, making you laugh at how eager he was.

“I won’t be able to wait until we’re off this plane Bucky. You gonna fuck me right here?” You teased him softly, your faces so close, your tiny hands running down his pristine shirt, toying with the buttons. When you began to graze his chest gently with your nails, it was like a switch flipped inside Bucky. He thrust up against you with a growl loving the yelp you let out, one hand now squeezing your ass, the other massaging your breasts through your blouse.

“Gonna fuck all the stress out of you. Gonna have you leavin’ this plane leakin’ and cockdrunk.” Somehow you didn’t even doubt his words and you had to admit, it did sound quite appealing to give up the control for a while, just letting Bucky take over.

“Gimme all you’ve got Barnes. Gotta make it worth my while or this is gonna be the last time you get the chance.” You couldn’t help but tease him before instantly realising that might have been a mistake, his lips burning hot as they worked against your own, needy, insistent and as always, eager to please.

His mouth was relentless to the point that you found yourself practically dry humping his cock, your hands laced in his hair while his untucked your blouse from your skirt, greedily holding onto any skin he could reach. He tasted of peppermint and coffee, smelt like the expensive aftershave you were so fond of and felt like a man who’s only purpose in life was to make you cum until it hurt.

“Need you. ‘Nside me. Now.” You managed somehow to pant the words out between the fervent slide of his lips over yours, his tongue dipping in to taste you, never wanting this to end.

The feeling of your much smaller hands landing on his belt buckle made him look down but he could’ve cum then and there at the sight that met him. The front of his suit pants were slick with your mess, proof that he wasn’t just dreaming and you really were needing this just as badly as he was.

“You’re so fuckin’ ready for it aren’t you? Look at the mess you’ve made. Why didn’t we do this years ago?” He was groaning, shifting in his seat to help you get his trousers and boxers down. You couldn’t help how you gasped a little at the sheer size of him, his cock thick and long, the head slick with precum, proud veins running up his shaft. He looked Godly. Two firm pumps was all it took to have his head thrown back against the plush leather seat, cursing and bucking against your hand, aching for more.

“I’m sorry Buck, I can’t wait any longer.” You panted, his lips attached to your neck now, kissing, licking and sucking all his frustration into your skin. If there was a time for foreplay, that wasn’t it. Neither of you had the patience right now.

“Thank God, needa feel this pretty pussy.” He all but whispered as you lined him up at your soaking entrance.

“Shit Bucky, you got a condom?” You asked anxiously, stilling yourself at the last second.

“My bag, zip compartment at the front.” He replied quietly and sure enough, that’s exactly where you found a packet. Tearing the wrapper off, you slid it down his length earning another groan from the huge man who was practically shaking beneath you.

“You think of everything.” You giggled, finally beginning to slowly sink yourself down onto him. Your laugh quickly turned into a breathy moan, your breath mingling with Bucky’s and you noticed how he made a very similar noise. You pressed yourself down slowly, your body having to adjust to the stretch.

“So tight, fuck. Shit, never felt a tighter pussy in my life.” He whispered when you were finally seated on top of him. He pulled your skirt out of the way to appreciate just how connected your bodies were in that moment. His cock just seemed to fit perfectly, so snug you could’ve cried as you began to slowly work your hips against his.

“Oh my god Bucky you’re huge.” You should’ve been embarrassed by how high and needy your whine came out but right then and there, you didn’t care.

“It’s all yours sweetheart. Gonna fuck you so good you never need another cock again. Gonna ruin anyone else for you - fuck.” Under normal circumstances you would’ve chastised him for being so overconfident but feeling how his cock nudged your sweet spot perfectly, you thought he might actually be right.

“Gotta fuck you angel, can’t just sit here anymore, ‘s driving me crazy.” He just couldn’t keep himself still any longer, lust burning behind his eyes in a way you had never seen in him before. You lifted yourself up slowly, feeling his length slipping from you, your walls fighting to pull him deeper until you sank back down, taking the whole length at once. The strangled cry that left Bucky was incredible. You repeated your gentle rise and fall, setting a decent pace. Every sharp fall of your hips tore a needy gasp from both of you, the sweetest spot inside you throbbing from the almost constant onslaught. It was everything you craved. Bucky was grasping at every curve of your body, lost in the feeling of your soft skin and the grip of your silky walls and the smell of your shampoo as you rode him, building speed as your pleasure built in your lower belly. The wet sounds escaping where your bodies were joined was nothing short of obscene, only fuelling Bucky to meet each of your thrusts with his own.

“Oh my god, I -oh oh- I can’t, can’t take it Bucky please.” You groaned, manicured fingernails digging into his chest.

“I got you honey. ‘s okay. Gonna take such good care of you when we get to the hotel. Just want you to cum once for me now, okay? Take the edge off. You feel so good wrapped round me. You know what else I can feel? Your pretty pussy is leakin’. Feel you drippin’ down over my balls. Never felt anything so hot in my ‘ntire life.” His fingers fell to your clit, rubbing neatly as if he had been trained to do nothing else. You were on cloud nine, your high so close but not quite there yet.

“Bucky, gonna cum. Oh fuck!” You whined, your orgasm hitting you like a train. You came with a loud cry, eyes squeezed shut, rocking against him more than fucking so his cock stayed buried inside you.

“Shit, how did you get even fuckin’ tighter. ‘M so close.” He whispered against your neck, broken and needy. Your high had all but subsided, aftershocks still pleasantly coursing through you as you went back to letting your hips rise and fall so Bucky could finish. It only took four more well timed thrusts before he was cumming with a shout, pulling you flush against him as his balls emptied into the condom.

You were both spent and sweaty but more satisfied than you could remember being in months, your chest pressed to his as you both came down, craving a little extra affection. Bucky held you for a good few minutes until you felt his cock softening, knowing he really should get cleaned up. You let him slip from you, pulling your skirt down to take your original seat across from him again.

“Gimme a second.” He whispered, kissing your forehead before making his way to the little bathroom, returning a few minutes later looking just as put together as ever, apart from his telltale grin.

“Jesus, we should do that more often.” You smiled quietly when he returned, letting him settle in the chair beside you this time, the dividing arm rest pushed out of the way so you could cuddle as much as possible given the limited space.

“I can’t stop now honey. That pussy is addictive.” He smiled, happy to see you leaning so comfortably up against him but even happier when he heard your soft little snores.

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Car Sex (Luke Hemmings Smut)

Summary: Luke and (Y/N), both college students, living with their parents, have to get creative to find some alone time. (Smut / Unprotected Sex /  Penetrative Sex / Public Sex / Creampie) (Words: 5.4k) (Request)

"Be back by 11:30." My dad shouts as I run down the stairs, heading to the door. "The movie ends at 12." I remind him, sighing over how strict he becomes when he knows I am going out with Luke. "12 it is then." He replies, peeking at me from his armchair. "I don't have classes tomorrow... And teleportation had yet to be invented last time I checked." I point out, crossing my arms before my chest. "Smarty-pants. If he brings you home a minute after 12:30, you are grounded." My dad tries to sound tough, but he is a big softie. I rush to him, leaving a peck on his cheek before strutting out of the door.

Luke has been waiting long enough in the car, longer than I would have the patience to wait for someone without pressing my hand on the horn. I did not expect to see him inside the parked pick-up park, but here I am, opening the passenger door to join him inside. "Wow, that is a first..." I comment, pressing my lips together to stop my laughter as soon as I am in. I just picture him as a hillibilly, chewing on a hay straw, and the mental image is enough to make me double over in laughter. "Shut up. My brother lent me it for the night." He explains, pulling out of the driveway. "Why does your brother have a truck?" I ask, pulling the seatbelt to fasten myself. "He works in constructions." He replies, turning his head for a quick peck on my forehead. "Right." I mumble. "What time does your curfew start?" He asks me, shifting the gears. "I have to be home at 12.30, not a minute later. It still fucks me up that I still have a curfew at 19 and you don't." I groan, crossing my arms. Luke shrugs, having a charming little smirk decorating his lips. "My parents had enough of setting rules for disobeying teenagers with my brothers, so I guess I had it easy, they never bothered placing one." He comments as I prop my elbow against the window's frame, supporting my head as I look at him. "There is no way your mother is that elastic with you. I had chills every time I walked into her class in high school." I really do exasperate, earning a laugh from Luke. I love it when he laughs; his face brightens up, and his dimples make him really irresistible, along with the crinkles around his eyes. I reach over, stroking a messy curl with my fingers, before pushing it off his forehead. "She is much chiller when you get to know her." He replies, resting his hand on my thigh. "I guess you are right." I sigh, feeling jittery at the way he touches me. "Pity I will have to take you home straight after the movie. I was hoping for some more time with you." He says in a low voice, almost like he fears getting heard. "It has been too long since the last time we had more time together." I reply. It would be a lie if I said I am not actively craving him. I still dream of his touch, the way he kissed me last time, the way he moved against me. "To be clear, I am talking about having sex." He explains and I chuckle, throwing my head back. "I am talking about having sex too, Luke." I reply, making him hum, pleased by my response. "We gotta do something about the housing situation." He sounds determined, which is just hilarious at this point. "Well, we are broke, college students who can only afford to live with their parents. I don't know if there is much we can do about it at this point." I reply, while his hand squeezes my inner thigh. "I am just... I just need more of you." He groans and I hum, feeling my stomach tighten at his words. "Can we talk about the movie? This is becoming... A little too intense for me." I bite my bottom lip, running my fingers through my hair. "Of course. They are showing the Texas Chainsaw Massacre." He states, letting his touch linger for a little longer before he removes his hand. I press my thighs together, trying to relieve some of the tension between them. It is hard for me to take my mind off Luke being inside me, kissing me, touching me, even with the prospect of watching a movie about cannibalistic psychopaths. "Why do you always pick horror movies for date night?" I groan, nudging his shoulder. "Because you always leave me in charge. And because the gore is the only thing stopping me from fantasizing about you." He replies, taking my hand in his and bringing it to his lips. "You fantasize about me?" I ask, feeling the tingly sensation making its way back. "All the time. My thoughts are just a never-ending movie of things I want to do with you... of things I want to do to you. And I am just trying to find ways to just pause that movie for a while." He admits. "Is the movie playing right now?" I ask, flushing as I wait for him to tell me. "You wanna know?" He asks and I nod at him, knowing my eyes are glistening with excitement. "Right now it shows the scene where it is Sunday morning, and we have just woken up, naked in bed. And I am just taking you in, in all your glory." He replies. "You are definitely giving me the PG-13 version right now." I point out and he shrugs. "I am keeping some of the good stuff for a little later." He winks at me, causing me to bite the inside of my cheek.

We purchase some popcorn and sodas from the drive-through kiosk before Luke finds the spot we are supposed to park. The back of the pick-up truck is facing the screen, which means we will have to get out of the car and climb onto the back. "I really want to see you try to get in the back, wearing that dress." Luke comments, picking up the snacks and getting out of the car. "I know you want to peek under my skirt, but gosh, don't be so obvious about it." I chuckle, hopping off the car. Luke waits for me in the back of the truck, holding his connected palms low, so I can step on them and go up the cargo bed. "You are a true gentleman..." I comment, leaving a peck on his cheek, before I step on his hands and he boosts me up. "Need help?" I ask him once I land just right. "I got it. Lay the blanket I have in there. And move the snacks, I don't want to knock them." He instructs, stepping onto the rim under the taillights. I hold the snacks tight as he steps in, dusting himself off. "This is actually nice." I admit, laying one of the blankets for us. "See? That will teach you not to laugh at me before you see my intentions." He comments, sitting down on the blanket, with his back against the divider. "You should be happy I am laughing. It means you make me happy." I reply and he hums. I take a seat between his thighs, leaning my head back on his shoulder, bringing my lips to his neck for a soft peck. "I promise to hold you tight at the scary parts." I whisper, knowing that I will spend the entirety of this movie with my face buried in his chest. "I will hold you up to that." He chuckles, leaving a peck on my forehead.

The night chill proves I am a fool for wearing a frilly little dress for the night screening. But luckily, Luke has predicted that and has brought a second blanket along, which now is covering our laps. "You look mighty cute in the cinema lights." Luke whispers, stroking my hair softly. "You are supposed to be focusing on the movie, not me." I laugh, trying to keep my voice low so I don't bother the rest of the viewers. "You are far more interesting than any movie." He replies, turning my head to plant a kiss on my lips. I smile against his lips, parting my mouth so he can slip his tongue past my lips. His hand softly grazes my face, and I then decide to turn around and straddle his lap. "You can't do that to me." He groans, throwing his head back. That gives me access to his neck, which I take advantage of and trail with kisses. "Why not?" I ask, pouting at him. "(Y/N), please... This is torturing. It has been too long since we had sex. I am craving you, and this is not helping me." He replies, while my hands move to his hair. "I am craving you too. I need you." I whine, earning a sigh. "I need you too. But we don't have the time nor the place to do that." He replies, and I shake my head. "What about right here, right now?" I ask, making him tilt his head and look at me, with eyes glazed in excitement. "You mean...?" "Who's going to see us? And don't say the movie is more interesting than me..." "Fuck the movie." He groans, bringing his hand to trace my thigh, stopping on the hem of my dress. "I'd rather you fuck me." I reply, earning a smirk from him. "This is risky." He comments and I shrug. "You love it, don't you?" I ask and he hums. He throws the lap blanket aside, laying me with my back on the blanket laid on the floor of the cargo bed. "You will have to be very quiet..." He states, stroking my cheek softly. "You are the one to talk..." I mumble before he leans down to kiss me.

He clumsily fumbles with the lap blanket, covering us for a mock discreteness, even though we both know a blanket will do nothing. He roams his hands from my face to my sides and then retires them on my thigh. I prop my leg up, wrapping it around his waist. "You are so soft." He moans against my mouth, squeezing my thigh softly. My lips curl into a smile, feeling goosebumps crawl onto my skin. "Oh shit." He groans, making me look at him with a furrow on my brow. "What? What happened?" I ask, watching as his face twists in frustration. "Condoms are in the glove compartment. I have to go back in the car." He groans, throwing his head back. "It is ok... We don't need one." I state, feeling my core becoming warm at the thought of him sliding inside me bare. "Are you sure about this?" He asks me and I nod. "It is not a risky day. I need you." I almost beg, causing him to chuckle at me, as his hands work his pants to free his cock. "I will just... Push your panties aside... No one will know what we are doing." He mutters, spreading my legs more, propping them around his waist. Blindly and clumsily, he tries to line up his tip to my entrance. The only lights come from the light poles around the parking space, and of course, the projector playing the movie, so there is almost only darkness surrounding us. Luke finally manages to slip inside me, moving slowly so the car doesn't rattle and bring any suspicion on us. "Shit, you feel good." He whispers by my ear, planting a peck on my earlobe. He buries his face in my neck, nibbling on my skin as he begins rocking his hips on mine. It takes me a moment to get my mind off the catastrophic thought that we are going to get caught, but the moment the first moan slips from his lips, I feel chills crawl down my spine. "Oh, God." I mumble, finally feeling his cock stretching me, with each thrust making me wetter and wetter. "Shh, we have to be quiet, remember?" He playfully reminds me, passing his tongue over the spot he was sucking on a second ago. "Buzzkiller." I whisper, but it soon turns into a gasp as he thrusts his whole cock inside me, making me pulse around him. I have to bring my hand to my mouth as Luke backs out and thrusts in again, this time with more force than before. I bite onto my palm, preventing myself from making a sound as Luke tries to find a rhythm for us. We both know this cannot last as long as the last time did; in contrast to the time we stayed up all night fucking, we will now have to be done in less than 10 minutes. "The way you take my cock is going to be the death of me." He mumbles as I buck my hips up to meet his thrusts, trying to find an angle for his cock to hit my spot. Luke groans softly, placing a hand under the small of my back to support me. "We are fucking under the stars." I giggle softly, squeezing myself around him. "I am going to find us a house, I promise you that." He slams his hips on mine, making the car move a little. "Careful." I groan, but the way he is rocking his hips on mine makes my mind fuzzy around the edges. We have to pray the people around us are too focused on the movie, or else we are putting on a show for them. Luke brings on hand from under my back to my cheek, touching it softly. "You feel so good around me, baby." He says raspily as I move my hips in a soft circle. The top of his cock brushes against my clit and I feel myself tighten around him. I muffle a whimper, closing my eyes tightly to focus on anything else but the way he feels inside me. "I can feel you here." I grab his hand and let it press on my lower stomach, right at the nook where I feel the impact of his thrusts. Luke strokes his thumb over that spot, giving me a slow, deep thrust, looking mesmerized by the way my stomach inflates and falls as he fucks me. His hand travels under my dress, heading straight to my breasts, cupping them and stroking his thumbs over my nipples. I whimper and shudder, bucking my hips against his and taking his cock more inside me. "You are going to fuck yourself on my cock, princess?" He asks cockily, pinching my nipple between his fingers, pulling at it sadistically slow. "Will you fill me up, daddy?" I ask him back; two can play this game. I can see his eyes sparkle at my question, even in the dark night. "Shit, (Y/N)... I am going to cum..." Luke groans by my ear, making me tighten around him in surprise. "Cum, please. I want to feel all of you inside me..." I groan, my mind becoming clouded by my need for him. "But you are not there yet..." Luke protests. "You have a mouth, don't you?" I ask him, heaving for breath. Luke chuckles and looks at me amused, before slamming his hips on mine, pinning me down to ravage me. Luke brings his face to my neck, muffling himself by biting onto my skin. I gasp in shock, the slight sting of pain sending waves of electricity down my body. "I am going to fucking wreck you... I am going to fucking ruin you for everyone else. You are mine... Just mine. " He groans, gluing his hips on mine as he cums, hissing as he reaches his high. It takes him a moment of grunting and breathing funny before he cups my face and kisses me harshly. "I am going to make you feel good, princess. I promise." His voice is still heavy and groggy from his orgasm, and he sounds so chillingly sexy, contrasting the loud chainsaw buzzing that goes off every couple of minutes in the movie.

He parts from my lips and slides down my body, spreading my legs more and fixing himself between my thighs. He traces my slit softly, watching me as I still pulse from the loss of contact. He uses his fingers to part my lips, revealing my entrance and my clit to him. He wastes no time lapping up his tongue on my sex, moaning as he tastes us mixing together. I smile to myself and look up at the night sky, taking in the pretty little stars as Luke curls his tongue on my entrance, gathering the pooling wetness and his cum on the tip of his tongue. He brings the tip to my clit, teasing it in slow, agonizing circles, making me jolt at every single one of them. Once he sees I am teased to a sufficient level for his liking, he wraps his lips around my clit, suckling on it hungrily. My breath gets caught in my lungs and I am baffling between bringing my hand to my mouth to stop any sounds from escaping or tangling my fingers in his hair, pulling at his locks, and guiding his mouth where I need him. "Luke..." I whine, messing my fingers in his hair, contrasting the intensity that courses through my body with the softness of his curls. Luke hums in approval, flicking his tongue against the head of my clit. I press my lips together and roll my hips in the air as my orgasm explodes inside me, spreading on my body. I try my hardest not to make a sound, nor move too much that the car squeaks. Luke moves up from between my thighs after he fixes my panties over my core. He leans in, kissing my lips softly. I realize that I have been smiling since I hit my orgasm, but only after Luke mimics my smirk. "I am going to find us a house." He announces again, tracing his hand softly over my cheek. "Yeah, we need one." I agree, moving my tongue across my bottom lip, tasting us together. "Do you think anyone saw us?" Luke asks, rolling next to me. I fix my head upon his chest, letting myself hear his heartbeat. "As long as we do not end up on a pornsite, I am not that mad if they did." I reply and he chuckles. "Kinky... I like that about you." "You like what about me?" I ask, cocking an eyebrow. "You are always up for testing your limits." He replies and I hum. "I wish we could sleep together tonight." He sighs, pecking at the top of my head. "I think my dad will neuter you if you show up at my house for a sleepover. And your mom will probably bound me in your basement and torture me for seducing her benjamin." I giggle and he scoffs. "My mom is not a monster." Luke protests playfully. "I don't know. Her nickname was Charybdis in high school." I mumble and he punches my arm playfully.

"Will you call me before bed?" Luke asks me as he parks in front of my house. "Do you want me to?" I ask him, undoing my seatbelt. "Since I can't sleep with you tonight, at least I would like us to do it over facetime." He shrugs, tapping the tip of my nose softly. "I will certainly facetime you then. I will see you on Tuesday, won't I?" I ask and he nods. "Ok then. Talk to you in a bit." I bite my lip before I lean in to plant a soft peck on his lips. He waits until I am inside the house to take off, which brings a smile to my face. He cares a lot and he is really protective, without crossing any boundaries. "Did you have fun at the movies?" My dad asks, making me jump at the sound of his voice. He has stayed exactly where I left him, which is a little creepy. "You scared the shit out of me, dad." I gasp, touching my chest and feeling my heart pounding. "We saw the Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Not really my style, but it was ok." I reply and he hums. "If you wake up screaming in the middle of the night because you had a nightmare, I will know who to blame." He goes back to watching TV. It is not a secret that my dad does not really like Luke; he thinks of him as a devil in the disguise of an angel. "Goodnight dad." I run up the stairs to take off my makeup and get ready for my night call with Luke.

I tap my fingers nervously as I wait for Luke to pick me up. We are supposed to head for a dinner date, but I am not sure we will go through with it. Luke's car pulls up in front of me, and I rush inside, earning a look of surprise from him. "I was ready to wait for you at least 15 more minutes." Luke chuckles, helping me with my seatbelt. "Can you find a space somewhere a bit private?" I ask him, earning a hum from him. "I will be happy to..." He starts the car, aloof to my jitters.

Luke parks behind an elementary school, which seems abandoned for the day, before he undoes his seatbelt and turns to look at me. "It will do for now, don't you think?" Luke asks, cocking an eyebrow at me. "We need to talk." I state, making his face drop. "Oh. That sounds a little ominous." He replies and I nod my head. "I am late." I just let it out, dropping the bomb on his lap now. "Late for what? Do you have to be somewhere before our date?" He asks. I roll my eyes and rest my head back on my seat. "Luke..." I sigh. "What?" He asks, frustrated over my reaction. "My period is late. I might be pregnant." I explain and he looks at me dumbfounded. "Are you sure?" He manages to utter after a second of just staring. "My tracker says I am a week late. And I am never late, not this long. I am freaking out." I sniffle, my hands bunching up my cardigan. Luke stays silent, starting the car again. I feel awful in this silence but I understand he needs time to process it. It took me two days to swallow this, he deserves at least a couple of minutes to even begin thinking about it. It itches me on the inside to just ask him to say anything, but I decide to control myself. Without a word, he parks the car in front of a pharmacy and exits the car. It would make more sense for him to slam the door on the way out, but he didn't. I cannot find a way to translate his coldness and it pains me to sit here without a clue. He is gone for a little over 10 minutes but it felt a century to me. I don't dare ask him what he bought, so the car sinks in silence again.

The next stop is at a totally strange house to me. Luke helps me undo the seatbelt, still silent, and motions me to follow him. He unlocks the door to an apartment, letting me go in first. "What is this place?" I finally have the courage to ask once we enter the poorly furnished place. "I told you I would find us an apartment. I wanted to tell you at dinner, but I guess..." He replies, handing me the paper bag from the pharmacy. "Is it what I think it is?" I ask and he nods. "Luke, I am scared." I admit and he sighs. He wraps his arms around me, pressing his lips softly on my forehead. "I am too. But we need to face our fear. Or it will catch upon us." He replies, stroking a piece of hair behind my ear. "Come on. I will be right outside." He guides me to the small bathroom, giving me a small smile before I shut the door. It is such a lonely process doing this. I know Luke is waiting for me, I know that he is here for me, right outside the door that divides us, but I feel so alone. It is nerve-wracking, having to wait even a moment for the test that will define the rest of my relationship with Luke. There is a soft knock on the door, Luke's knuckles must barely even touch the wooden furniture. "Did you do it?" He asks nervously, but not demandingly. "I am waiting for the result." I sniffle. "Would you like me to come in and wait with you?" He asks. "No. I will be out in a minute..." I am too upset myself to have Luke's nervousness right now. "Ok, love." He sighs, giving up. I know he is trying to comfort me and this is the best way he can think of doing so, but it is just... I don't know if it is too much or too little.

The timer goes off and I know that I have to face the little plastic stick at last. It is so stupid that I am terrified by a piece of plastic, but I feel a tug at my heartstrings just at the thought of what the result might be. I peek at it, finding the word 'PREGNANT' on the little digital screen. Fuck. "Can I come in?" Luke asks. He must have heard the timer too so he knows the test has shown a result. I am too emotional to answer him, all I want to do is cry. How did that happen? Fuck, why did it happen now? We were always careful and we barely ever had a place to be just the two of us. God, that night at the drive-in... I was stupid enough to tell him it didn't matter going bare. Luke barges into the bathroom after my lack of response, his eyes instantly falling on me. He sighs understandingly, moving closer to me and wrapping his arms around me. "It's ok... It's all ok, love. Please, stop crying." He tries to soothe me, but it will take more than a hug and his soft voice to calm me down. "I've ruined both our futures..." I moan, my voice barely coming off. "No, no, you didn't. It is my fault too. Hey, we are going to be alright. She's gonna be apples, you'll see." He cheers, rubbing the small of my back soothingly.

My obstetrician could only see me 2 days after I took the test. Despite me wanting to rush to the first person with an available appointment, Luke told me that 2 days wouldn't hurt and we should go to the one I trust. And now as I am feeling in the form of family history and reason of the visit, Luke is sitting next to me, almost completely unfazed, as if his life is not about to tumble down. "How can you be so calm?" I ask him, annoyed by how cool he seems. "I am not." He replies, not even turning to look at me. "You are. You are awfully calm and cool for someone who is going to be a father before he finishes college." I whisper the last part, even though it is just us in the waiting room. I have been tiptoeing around admitting my pregnancy, not even daring to say it to myself out loud. "You think I am not panicking? You think I am not about to have a nervous breakdown? But I have to keep calm and be here for you. You are a mess, (Y/N)." He says through gritted teeth. "Well, I am sorry this is too much for me. I will try my hardest not to let my mess affect you." I snap, moving to a chair away from him. "I didn't mean it that way..." He protests and I hum, scribbling on the form fast.

The doctor calls me in her office, finally ready to exam me. Luke follows suit, asking her if it is ok to join us too. "Is it ok with you, (Y/N)?" She turns to me. "I really couldn't care less." I mumble, climbing onto the exam bed. Luke walks in, standing in the corner of the room awkwardly. "I will need you to take your jeans and underwear off for this." She instructs me and I nod. "Your urine sample gave us a positive pregnancy test, so I will have to go transvaginally to see the fetus. We have done this in the past, but you will feel slight discomfort when I enter the prob." She states, prepping the little wand. I feel as if I want to throw up, this ordeal has been stressing me out a lot. "Ok. Are you ready?" She asks as I lay on my back. I nod my head and take a deep breath, boosting myself for the exam. Pushing past the initial discomfort, I turn to look at my doctor as she looks at the screen with a frown. "Do you have any symptoms?" She asks me, looking at the ultrasound carefully. "No, other than my period being late, no." I reply and she hums. "You took a home test?" "Yes, it came back positive. Is everything ok?" I ask her. "Well, you are not pregnant. But you have a positive home test and a urine stip test. So my guess is there is proteinuria and that is why we had 2 false positives. I will order you a lab work for that, just to rule things out, but I think it might be stress-related." She replies. "I am not pregnant?" I ask, my heart skipping in relief. "You are not." She replies. "Are you sure?" Luke asks for the first time since the exam started. "I am very certain you are not expecting. Based on your reactions I will say congratulations, you are not pregnant." She chuckles, handing me a couple of tissues to clean up. "I will leave you to get dressed and go order the lab test. You can pick it up from my receptionist." She smiles at us before she leaves the room.

After the doctor's visit, I was craving ice cream, so Luke drove me to my favorite place for a strawberry soft serve. Since our date night was canceled from my pregnancy scare, we decided to take advantage of the nice weather and take a stroll at the park. He holds my hand in his as we both lick our ice cream as if the last couple of days didn't happen. "We are not having sex again without a condom." I lean my head on his shoulder as he hums in agreement. "That is certain." He adds. "I am sorry I was so... messy the last couple of days." I apologize and he shrugs. "It is one of the things I love about you." He brings my hand to his lips, pecking it lightly. "For what is worth, you were an excellent partner and you handled this scare probably the best way possible." I comment and he sighs. "I was scared beyond words. We are too young to become parents." "I agree. We barely have a place to be alone..." I point out. "Well, we do have it, though." He says, making me bite the inside of my cheek. "I really liked the space, from what I remember seeing..." "I am glad you did. Cause I plan on spending a lot of time in it with you." He plants a kiss on my forehead, making me feel my face get hot. "We never learn, do we?" I chuckle and he shrugs. "I think we learned our lesson." He takes a long lick of his dessert.

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